Hello everyone! This fic is actually a combined RP from myself (snarkyswordsman) and my really good friend Nol (askreisi).
This is an high school AU that was given life by lazierthanyou, and we're going by the traditional Japanese high school, so the setting right now is currently in March- the start of their new year.
A word first, this will start as M rated due to Saruhiko's graphic language, but the story will soon contain triggers such as self-harm, drug addicts and even a possible suicide attempt, so I will put up triggers when I need too. Plus sexual advances will happen too.
I hope everyone will enjoy what me and Nol have been working hard on, and don't worry- there will be more.
Chapter One: Introduction
{ aka: student council president meets a delinquent }
Ashinaka High School, Student Council Room. As of now, there are only two officer members and they are both seated at their desks, working on the records for the new students and evaluating all of those beginning of year issues. A tall, slim young man is seated at the center back of the room, the window behind him lighting his features up with a soft glow. His eyes are focused upon the screen of the computer on his desk, and his expression is rather bland as he clicks the mouse repeatedly, flipping past a list of trouble students. It stays like that for a while, before he stops clicking and his posture becomes more attentive.
Munakata adjusts his glasses, scrutinizing the student profile in front of him. Fushimi Saruhiko, says the page in bold characters, with a picture beneath it. The grades listed are exemplary, and otherwise there is nothing about this particular student that seems off... however, he knows for a fact that this student is pretty well known for skipping most of his classes, among other things abundant enough to label him a trouble student. How could Fushimi get good grades but not show up to class? Was he some sort of self-taught genius?
His interest is peaked, and as the Student Council president, he can't let this go.
Munakata decides on a whim to observe Fushimi Saruhiko, in order to be sure of his suspicions. So the very next day he randomly shows up in one of Fushimi's classes.
Saruhiko simply sighed to himself as he made his own way to his first class. Well, first and last class. Why was that, you ask, well it's simply because he doesn't go to any other classes. Occasionally he'll show up, and today he had a midterm. He unfortunately couldn't sleep through this one, so he wandered through the hallways- spiked hair frazzled and his glasses were a bit crooked. His uniform was distraught too; his shirt was untucked while his tie was completely done incorrectly. Moreover, his pants cuffs dragged on the ground as he made his way along.
He was sort of on time- barely. The professor just sighed and handed him his test, to which he just took it and took a seat- right behind Munakata to boot. He hadn't even noticed the senior; in fact he probably had no idea who he was. With a sigh, he simply picked up his pen and started writing.
In about a fifteen minute time period, the bluet simply got up and handed in his test. And right after that, he simply left said classroom- ignoring the teachers demands. Once down the hall, he exited up to the roof where he could have himself a smoke.
Munakata sits in a desk near the back of the classroom, idly watching the doors of the classroom as the students file in at the beginning of the school day. He's not even wearing the regular uniform, he still has that custom student council jacket and armband over his white shirt and he so obviously doesn't belong that it's amazing Fushimi doesn't notice him. In fact, the male doesn't even glance at him, only collecting his test and quickly working on it.
The senior taps his chin softly, going over his observations of the other as he stares out the window of the classroom at the sakura trees lining the entrance of the school. It's a nice day, and it doesn't seem like Fushimi is enjoying it. His clothes are sloppy, as well. He has the appearance of a typical troublemaker... It's clear that 2nd year has absolutely zero interest in class, only doing what's necessary and nothing else. He's writing quickly though, which shows that he is smart and understands the material.
Munakata frowns slightly, his purple eyes narrowing. This male has intelligence and potential, an enormous amount it seems... but it's like he's not challenging himself enough to make use of it and not putting any effort in at all. Munakata is even more intrigued now, with this evidence in front of him, and after the class ends he quickly obtains the lesson schedule from the teacher.
He starts showing up on every test day.
And on every test day, Saruhiko shows up with seconds to spare before the test. He still looks frazzled- no matter when he even shows up. His glasses are usually sporadically on his face and his uniform is always a waste. Sometimes he shows up and he smells of cigarettes and very rarely, of drugs. He always takes his test, finishes it in fifteen minutes and he's always scoring within the top ten within the class.
And he doesn't even flinch. In fact, he ignores Munakata entirely because he has no idea who the bastard is- even with the changed clothes. One afternoon, he was stuck at the school since there was another midterm later today. He groaned to himself as he munched on a kebab and casually smoking. It had been one week of pure hell for the apathetic teen- although he was completely and utterly unaware of that bluet that kept following him around in each of his classes.
Munakata is always watching in the corner of the room, and as each day passes he sees more and more of that same lack of care and interest in Fushimi. Every test day, like clockwork, he straggles in, takes a test, and then leaves just as quickly as he arrived. The senior can tell that nothing's really going to change in this routine, and he's seen enough to start acting on his own impulses.
He tracks down the errant genius to the rooftop of the school, and by now he's planned this encounter, down to the date and time. It's a bright afternoon day, with a pleasant breeze that lifts the stray sakura blossoms off the tree tops and leads them to dance in the air, flashes of pink. Munakata strolls out of the door to the roof, his Council jacket ruffling in the wind and his hair swaying and glinting in the sun. He makes for a striking figure, tall and confident within the backdrop of nature.
He stops in front of Fushimi, his footsteps echoing with heavy finality and anticipation. With a smug smirk, he holds out his hand to the sitting student, palm open and fingers splayed.
"Fushimi Saruhiko!" Munakata says in an imperious voice, "I've noticed your talents, and I want you to work for me! I cordially extend to you an invitation to join the student council!"
Wait. What? Saruhiko sighed to himself; he hadn't even realized that someone else was up here. Who was this guy? Slowly, he turned around, those pink petals flying around and making this fifty times gayer than it should be. With another heavy sigh, he just stands himself and exhales the cancerous smoke that now spreads to himself and Munakata.
"Who the fuck are you?" He demands, voice low, apathetic and uninterested. "Go choke on a dick- I'm not joining the student council." His voice turns sharp but keeps that apathetic quality. With a tap of his cigarette, ash falls onto Munakata's shoe and he literately just walks by said taller individual.
And he simply opens the door to the roof, he turns back to flick the bamboo skewer onto the concrete- and then slams it in response.
What a cold reply-! Munakata's just standing there with his hand extended, locked in that position even after his target is long gone. The echo of the slammed door is still ringing in his ears and his mind is blank, like he can't believe he got brushed off so easily. He stays like that for a while, alone on the rooftop, and the previously warm afternoon breeze suddenly feels like an arctic current.
'H-How did I fail? Why didn't that work?' He's trying to go over his actions and the aesthetics of his presentation, and he doesn't know what went wrong. His charisma didn't work on Fushimi Saruhiko, and it's quite a shock. His hand finally drops to his side, limp and purposeless, and he returns dejectedly to the Student Council room. Seri glances up from her work, and she pauses at the despairing look on Munakata's face.
"Awashima-kun, what should I do..."
"I take it he didn't accept," she replies smartly, shuffling a few papers between her poised hands. Her absolute nonchalance about that fact, like she expected it, is another ice spear in Munakata's fragile ego. "Well, if you're so set on this, President... in this situation, I find the saying 'asking for forgiveness is easier than asking for permission' to be quite relevant."
"Ah..." the dark haired senior's glasses flash with a devious light. The next day, after a quickly planned and arranged student wide assembly and some arbitrary file changes, Munakata stands before a podium. He leans over the stand, reflecting a prestigious and intent air, and announces in a grand voice, "I would like to present to you the Student Council's third member, second year Fushimi Saruhiko-kun!"
Why was he here in this ridiculous assembly? The bluet had things to do- in fact he had so much to do... like sleep. It was mandatory and the Principal was already dangling another long suspension over his head and he knows he can't skip out /this/ time. So he just sits in the gymnasium, yawning. He's bored already, so he just rests his head on his hand- waiting for this to be over.
Wait, wasn't that the guy who told him to join? What was his name again? He rolled his eyes when he saw the other stand- and then suddenly all eyes were on him. All. Eyes. Wait a second- HE DIDN'T TELL THE OTHER HE WOULD BE APART OF THE FUCKING STUDENT COUNCIL! Immediately, he stood up, knocking his chair over as a quick emotion ran through his body.
"Fuck. Off. I told you I'm not fucking joining your student council! Go choke on a dick!" And maybe he shouldn't have said that because literately three seconds later he was dragged out of the gymnasium. Well, it beat staring at that bluet's face- so it was definitely worth it.
Munakata is feeling a bit like he got the carpet snatched out from under him, and Fushimi's harsh words of dismissal and anger are pretty shocking... And he's not sure why, but that last parting sentence makes his mind swirl with intriguing thoughts. It's not nearly as offensive as the other probably thought it to be. He's struck by a small sense of panic when Fushimi is being dragged out of the gymnasium and he blurts out in a smaller voice that still carries somewhat, "Why?! This is the second time you've rejected me!" while leaning over the podium a bit too heavily. There's no answer, because the other's been kicked out already and Munakata is left hanging.
There's a sort of silence in the assembly after that, which Munakata quickly realizes is uncomfortable, and he straightens, coughing and adjusting his glasses. Once he's regained some semblance of composure, he addresses the student body, "That will be all. You are excused to the rest of your classes."
When all the students have finally left, Munakata and Seri lock up the gymnasium and return to the Student Council office. The dark haired senior sits at his desk, his legs crossed and his gaze troubled while his vice president prepares him a steaming cup of green tea. He's honestly even more interested in this Fushimi Saruhiko, especially after such a feisty display of rebelliousness.
"President..." comes the controlled voice of Awashima Seri as she sets the cup on his desk. Her posture is formal and unassuming, but she's quivering slightly as if anticipating something. "Your interest in that second year... is it strictly professional? From your behavior these past few days..."
Munakata glances up in curiosity, honestly intrigued, and there begins his foray into the world of BL. Who would've pegged that stern, cold hearted Vice President of his as a secret fujoshi?!
So, after getting his ass dragged back to the principal's office- there seemed to be a shit storm that hit. Apparently such language was horrible, almost condemnable. Get didn't really feel like fighting back, but apparently being the student council president meant you got some hard-core fans- including the goddamn school Principal. How stupid.
Apparently joining this ridiculous shit would be good for him. Hell no, Saruhiko refused yet again and was questioned about it, which only fed his frustration at this point. Apparently Reisi Muna-whatever the fuck his name is- deserved a whole shit ton of respect for leading the school and making sure his horrible reputation was covered. Hah, whatever.
"I'm not joining." He clicks; his reputation isn't even that bad. There was that one- okay maybe a few- misunderstandings with the police but it was the school that let him in. So, that wasn't his fault now was it? With a hollow smirk he just ended up leaving, casually walking out because he could have /not/ given a fuck.
And as he was out not giving a fuck, he didn't seem to realize that he walked by the student council with a non-lit cigarette in his mouth.
Munakata stares at that stack of things-that-should-not-be-allowed-in-the-student-council-room in front of him and suddenly he's very afraid, because that look in Seri's eyes is terrifying.
"Awashima-kun... these are..."
She stands there primly, with perfect posture and an eerie expression that's as calculating as it is scheming. At the same time it's almost covetous.. a combination of emotions he's quite frankly never seen in her before.
"Research material," Seri answers matter-of-factly, without a hint of embarrassment. He has to admire her nonchalant manner at such a ridiculous moment in time, because he can't quite wrap his head around the sight of those books (and their covers). "If you want to try and get that male's attention, you need to be informed and educated about various methods. Would that not be helpful to your cause?"
"..." Munakata lifts the cover of the top book with the tips of his fingers and a bead of sweat slides down a temple. His inner struggle is interrupted when he spies the target in question, Fushimi Saruhiko, walk by. There's a cigarette in his mouth. Standing up quickly, the dark haired senior escapes from the treacherous situation and opens the door to the Student Council room. He steps out right as the other passes and with nimble fingers snags the unlit cigarette, crushing it easily between two digits.
"Oh? Fushimi-kun, have you changed your mind about joining?" he asks airily, tossing his head so that his perfectly styled hair floats in an imaginary breeze. He disposes of the ruined cigarette in a nearby trashcan. "And I hope you weren't going to smoke this inside the building. Smoking is prohibited, after all."
He's walking by, lightly playing with the cigarette with the tip of his tongue- when suddenly there's a door that's opened and now he's obstructed. Oh great, it was this cunt- what did he want? Saruhiko just sort of blinked, until suddenly his own cigarette was taken and crushed in front of him.
... That bastard. Calmly, his face stayed impassive- and then he decided to trick the other. "Oh, let me think about it..." He replied, voice monotone as his right fist curled at his side. "Sure, why don't I join your band of rule followers." He simply stated before he stepped his right foot back and immediately delivered quite the powerful punch to the other male's stomach.
"I'll smoke where I want." He clicks as he immediately sidesteps this idiot and takes another out of the pack he has. After a moment, he disappears to go up to the roof where he can smoke in peace.
Oof-! Munakata feels the weight of that blow in his gut and most of his breath is knocked out of him, he was definitely not expecting to be punched without warning. He's bending down a bit, folding over that fist and clutching his stomach with his hand as the other passes by.
"Ah, that hurt.." That area is now throbbing with enough pain that Munakata thinks it'll bruise badly, though while it's uncomfortably sensitive it's nothing serious. That Fushimi really knows how to throw a punch. He straightens a moment later and takes a few steps to be in front of the Student Council room, opening the door and sliding inside.
"Awashima-kun, I got hit..." he says, taking a seat at his desk and almost sulking, drumming his fingers against his lips as he leans his chin on a palm. His emotions are a whirl, and his lips are pressed together in thought. It's strange because he's not really bothered by what just happened, and despite the abuse, his mind refuses to stop thinking about ways to reel Fushimi in. Perhaps his Vice President's ideas have some merit after all.
Seri's eyes widen briefly and she makes a jerky motion as if to see if he's okay, but then aborts it halfway because she remembers who he is. She collects herself and glances at his dejected figure. "Have you given my words some thought, President?"
"Hn... you may be right," Munakata admits, eyes moving down to focus on those books again.
"Then before we start your lessons," Seri says, having suddenly gotten a riding crop from somewhere and a pair of authoritative looking glasses. They glint ominously in the sunlight. "You should learn more about your interest!" She then tosses him out of the Student Council Room, and he's left staring at the closed door in silence. The dark haired senior tilts his head to the side before leaving, deciding that observation is the best way to go about his objective. He proceeds to casually stalk Fushimi Saruhiko in his everyday activities.
What a fucking asshole. Saruhiko was already in a bad mood but that? That tipped him off. Sure the President may have not deserved it, but he just groaned to himself as he placed that unlit cigarette in his lips. He pulled out his cheap lighter and lit up, inhaling and exhaling a large tobacco puff.
As the week slowly dragged on, he showed up very rarely, for class. For some reason though- he saw that Munakoto or whoever that was. Student body president and the student council president- mister flamboyantly ridiculous. With a sigh, he just left another test that he had completed within ten minutes. So easy...
So currently he was heading back up to his usual perch to smoke a joint.
He's been busy studying those Boys Love comics that Seri keeps piling up in the Student Council Room, and she has quite a lot of advice to give. She was actually really shocked when she realized that Munakata's never had sex before and immediately gave him the more... explicit ones for research purposes. He's probably scarred right now, scarred and intrigued and curious.
He's not really sure what his feelings are about the second year. It's a bit confusing, but he is definitely interested. Munakata wants to know what makes the other tick, what the other likes and dislikes, how the other will react in many different situations. Seri says he's making progress and gives him that sort of gleeful half smile.
He hasn't been not learning anything new about Fushimi during the classes though, so Munakata decides to be slightly more... Forward in his approaches. Fushimi arrives on the rooftop; he's already waiting there for him. Sitting with his back against the wall and one leg over the other, stretched out in an almost obnoxious manner, like he owns the place.
... What the fuck. Saruhiko just stared at the other, completely and utterly horrified that the other was up here- and knew exactly when he would go up here. All he wanted was to smoke up, stay up in the roof high and then be done with everything.
This was getting creepy. So, immediately he spun around and placed the unlit joint back in his pocket. The bluet was getting annoyed at this point. "Jump off the goddamn roof already." He simply replied, hoping that the other would NOT chase after him.
Munakata has to hold in a laugh at the look on Fushimi's face when he's spotted on the roof. He's honestly not planned out what to do at this point, the only thing he's sure about is that he wants to know what the other is like outside class... but that expression really is priceless. He has this internal urge to try and coax as many different faces and reactions out of the second year. If he has to he'll utilize everything he's learned so far.
Munakata rises from his seated position and makes his way over to Fushimi.
"So eager to get rid of me?" He asks, not really looking for an answer. "C'mon Fushimi-kun, let's become friends! As fellow members of the Student Council, we should get to know each other."
He's never been the type to quit before trying, after all.
Alright, yeah nope. This was not going to happen. Immediately, he was going to leave as he casually put the joint into his pocket. Yeah, he didn't want to be caught with that. With a groan, he simply clicked his tongue- although he heard the other speak and it made him want to punch him in the face.
"I keep telling you, I won't be a part of you and your band of uniformed monkeys." He replied drily, as he turned around to glare at the other. "I have no interest in becoming your friend. Now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to leave and pretend you don't exist- whatever your name is."
"Munakata Reisi, third year and President of Ashinaka High School's Student Council," Munakata announces proudly with a sweep of his arm, hiding his inner turmoil about Fushimi not even knowing his name... despite the fact that he's the Student Council President and has been for two years now! It's a blow to his ego, but he suffers it rather well. The dark haired senior amuses himself with the idea that Fushimi of all people is calling him a monkey, what with the other's first name being what it is.
He lets his arm drop down to his side and simply smirks in response to that glare, which he's starting to become rather fond of. He starts to hum a bit as he debates what to do, leaning a bit closer to the other.
"You should at least give it a chance, Fushimi-kun," Munakata advises, "What is it that people say these days? I believe it was.. 'Don't knock it till you try it' or something like that." He doesn't really understand the deal with colloquial sayings, but he's been making an effort.
"Besides," he continues in that same confident manner, "I recall you actually agreeing the last time we spoke."
Oh, so he was the president of the student council and a third year? Ugh, he definitely did not want to join now. In fact, he already had no interest, so why bother at this point? He simply clicked his own tongue in reply, rolling his eyes as he really, really wanted to smoke now. Finally, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, not the joint, and lit up, finally turning around to face the other.
"No." He replied, making sure to exhale his smoke onto the others uniform. "I won't give it a try anyway, I don't even come to school for more than an hour out of my day. What makes you think I'm going to change my mind about it?" He inhaled, hoping that this bastard would just leave him alone; although, he almost choked on his cigarette when he heard the other reply back.
"If you call me punching you an acceptance, than you're more of a masochist than I thought."
Munakata's expression turns exasperated as the smoke from the cigarette deliberately rolls over him, most likely making him and his clothes smell of the stuff for a while. Considering his favorable position with many of the higher ups in the island, he's had to sit through quite a few meetings where smoking was allowed. This little bit won't faze him, though it will annoy Seri; but really, what a childish way to announce displeasure. It's almost funny.
He wonders whether or not he should try to take away this cigarette too. He doesn't want to get punched again, and this IS the roof not inside the building...
"See, Fushimi-kun," he interjects, holding out his palm in emphasis. "It seems you have an inordinate amount of free time.. I assume you have nothing better to do. Why not occupy yourself with something productive and worthwhile?"
Munakata's eyes narrow slightly in confusion at being called masochistic. "Technically, you accepted BEFORE you punched me."
Saruhiko continued to smoke his cigarette, blowing the smoke right at the other. Well, he hadn't said he shouldn't, so he continued to do so. He still had an arrogant look on his face. With a huff, he adjusted his glasses and continued to glare at the other, making sure to inhale as much as he could so he could blow it up, into the others face.
"Don't call me 'Fushimi-kun', we are not friends." He added before he glanced to the side, clearly uninterested. "I don't want to spend my precious time sleeping with you. I'd rather spend time with people I hate." He replied, tone still bored as he continued to blow smoke right at the other.
"I didn't accept the offer; that was sarcasm."
Munakata exhales a little, expelling some of the smoke away from his face without actually lifting his hands to do so. If he were to do that, it would probably mean that he loses whatever is going on here. Some passive-aggressive thing that's honestly too small to really bother with.
"I address everyone that way," the dark haired senior shrugs in a negligent manner, ignoring Fushimi's order. He then tilts his head to the side, confusion crossing his face as he locks eyes with the other. "Most of your Student Council duties involve working with me, not sleeping with me."
Although, the last part started to sound pretty interesting. He'll have to get back to Seri on that, because he hasn't yet graduated from Shounen-Ai. He'll tack on a silent 'For Now' to the end of that statement.
Munakata slowly gives Fushimi a sly look and pulls out an extra armband, one that distinguishes the members of the Student Council from the rest of the students, and holds it out. "Details, details~"
Saruhiko blew more smoke at the other, eyes narrowing behind his own glasses. How annoying- and he didn't even mean sleeping with him, there was no way in hell that he'd sleep with this idiot. Wait... what was his name? Munakoto... munakata? Ew, he liked Munakoto more anyway.
"Just call me Fushimi." He replied, making sure to inhale and exhale some more smoke. "And I'd never sleep with you. You don't even strike me as the gay type." He replied as he pointed at the other with his cigarette, tapping the ash off rudely.
... What was that look. Immediately, the other had some sort of armband and Saruhiko grimaced, while taking a few steps back. "Hell no, I am not joining you bastards." He replied, voice dark as he was apparently threatening the other.
He sighs at the steady stream of smoke in his face, but at the same time it means he's constantly occupying the other's attention and that encourages him. He contemplates the change in address for a moment. Nah. Munakata has a bit of an attachment to his customary honorific, since he uses it regularly in both fondness and condescension.
"I don't strike you as the gay type?" The dark haired senior's eyes widen a bit, and he raises a hand to tap against his chin in thought. There's a gay type? Seri certainly hadn't said anything to him about something like that during the lessons, but now that he thinks about it... it was strange how the males in the books always found another male to get into a relationship with. How could they tell? He's actually pretty fixated on this, absentmindedly still holding out that armband.
"It's probably because I've only just started..." Munakata says to himself, nodding, somehow defining his interest in Fushimi right then and there. He's not adverse to it really, the idea of liking the other in that way... His focus returns when he remembers what he's trying to give to the 2nd year in front of him. Seeing the other step back, he steps forward, idly noting Fushimi's tone of voice.
"Why not? It's not as if you've anything better to do."
Finally, Saruhiko is done his cigarette, but he's still on the edge about this guy- Munakoto or whatever was irritating him, and that was the point of him smoking. Oh well, clearly this guy wouldn't have cared if he continued to smoke, so he simply took out the joint and lit up, inhaling in deeply before exhaling. Maybe... that would calm his nerves.
"No you don't." He replied, blinking as his eyes glanced at the other, although he did look away. Whatever. This guy was annoying, and he didn't like it. Saruhiko had come up here to relax, not to stress. God, the last thing he needed was stress. He hears something- something this idiot says but he decides to ignore it, because he doesn't care.
"I have better things than to join you, like get high and-" ... And that's where he stopped himself as he just casually inhaled and exhaled, blowing the joint's smoke right into Munakata's face.
Munakata literally just stops all movement when he sees Fushimi casually smoking a joint right in front of him. All of his thoughts grind to a shuddering halt once he fully comprehends what is happening. After a moment, he slowly puts back the armband into his pocket and reaches up to adjust his glasses. His expression is oddly blank and his posture isn't perfect anymore, he's leaning back in disgust so the smoke doesn't reach his height.
Then he suddenly reverses his position, now bending forward at the waist to come uncomfortably close to Fushimi's face. His hand clamps onto the wrist of the hand that is holding the joint, and starts to really squeeze when he clenches it. He lifts up the wrist when he straightens and stares at the joint.
"Ahh.." Munakata says, in a light chiding tone, even though he looks distinctly un-amused. His voice lowers into a deep purr as he glances down at the other. His purple eyes flash like lightning. "Really, Fushimi-kun? Trying to get high in front of me... that's simply asking for a swift punishment."
"I'm afraid I really can't let this go," He pretends to get an epiphany, his face lighting up in understanding but the excitement doesn't reach his eyes. His growing smile is rather ominous at this point. "But, I suppose, if you join the Student Council, I won't report you."
Saruhiko is internally smirking because well, well, well, looks like there were ways to irritate this bastard. He sighs to himself, he's arrogant and he knows it for a fact. Oh well, guess Munakata didn't care as much as he thought- hell he even put that damnable armband away. Good, he didn't want to join anyway.
Suddenly, this bastard is in his personal space and he does not like it. He's just about to step back when there's a hand that has seemed to capture his wrist, his right hand that's holding the rolled drug and now he sort of thinks it's a bad idea. Oh well, nothing to do now- he was going to get high anyway.
Welp. "Maybe I'm just a sick sadist, you don't know that." He purrs in response and for a second his eyes light up- challenging Munakata. Of course, he doubts this guy could even fight, so what, would he wave something around? Although, he really hates that condescending tone.
"If you report me, they can't touch me, you know." He replies, eyes' narrowing as his impassive face breaks and a small arrogant smirk appears. "My grades won't let me sustain nothing more but a few simply detentions."
That smile is still plastered on Munakata's face and it doesn't budge in the slightest, even as his fingers slowly constrict and tighten around the other's wrist. He's watching his strength, though, enough so that he won't break bones.
"Hmph," he says, his expression almost Cheshire-like, giving the impression that he's playing along, being entertained by the banter. The look in his eyes is sharp and focused, and his confident air reveals his readiness. "Don't you mean masochist? If you're such a glutton for punishment."
His glasses gleam in the sunlight as he taps his armband for emphasis with his free hand, and the breeze seems to blow sakura petals in dizzying arcs. Munakata's tone changes to match Fushimi's smugness as he answers.
"I think you're forgetting a few crucial points, Fushimi-kun," he notes airily. "One, I am the Student Council President. Underestimating my authority and influence is not a smart move. Two, how do you think you came to be on my radar in the first place? If only grades were enough in this world. Three: my personality. I find persistence and single-mindedness to be strong traits of mine. Four, say perhaps you do serve detention. Who do you think you'll serve it with?"
That smile on Munakata's face was annoying, and he did not like it at all. With a hiss, he continued glare at the other, especially as that grip tightened, causing the joint to fall from his hand and land on the ground, still burning.
"Well, maybe I'm both, but since I won't let you into the personal details of my sex life- I'll spare you the details." He purred back, making sure to move his face closer, just to tease him. Slowly though, he pulled his face back, that arrogant smirk still playing at his lips.
Those pink sakura blossoms are still falling around them, a few drift in between their personal space, and he was tempted to spit right into the other. Oh really? Was the Student Council President so high and mighty? Bull shit.
"Just because you hold a special position and a special little armband doesn't make me scared of you. I don't give a shit about your personality, and I may not even show up to said detention, especially if you'll be hosting it."
"From your conduct in school, I don't think you actually have much of a life, Fushimi-kun."
While Munakata is a bit exasperated at the other's complete unwillingness to go along with him, he can't help but enjoy that feisty, defiant look. He watches as the joint falls to the ground, finding something meaningful in its descent, as he is prone to do with many mundane things. Fushimi once again answers in a way that is rather curious and enticing, and he is left to ponder how one can be both masochistic and sadistic at the same time.
He is suddenly a lot more aware of their proximity as the other draws away, but he doesn't move from his position, only raising his eyebrow in response.
"My intention is not to... scare you, as you seem to believe. Merely impress a few pieces of information." The dark haired senior rests his free hand on his hip, vaguely contemplative in demeanor. He lets out a sigh that is half theatrical. "You've certainly missed my point, haven't you?"
"The Student Council will provide many needed benefits and privileges, for you as a trouble student in particular. Least of all is this violation right here, which as I've stated, I am willing to overlook... Should you join." His eyes slide to rest once more upon the joint.
"Am I supposed to be offended? My life is my own, and it's not something you'll ever know of." He bites back, his voice almost rises from that same monotone voice, but it does not waver.
"You scare me already." He simply replies, their faces are still in close proximity. "I don't care about your point, I'm not joining."
Ugh, more about the student council- this was ridiculous. Did this guy ever shut the hell up? Saruhiko snorted as he tried to jerk his hand away from the other, maybe finally take a step back from the other. "I don't care, I'm not gonna join you. I don't have time for you guys."
We'll see. That is basically Munakata's thought at this point, and he smirks slightly at Fushimi, determined to prove him wrong sooner or later. That conviction is filed away as he turns his focus again on prolonging this confrontation.. and possibly getting something out of it.
"I scare you?" He draws back as well to glance over the other a bit skeptically, adjusting his glasses with the tips of his fingers. He's a bit amused, really, that Fushimi would say it so bluntly. "I haven't even done anything yet."
Then he simply releases his hold on Fushimi's wrist when the other starts to struggle, having gotten his initial reaction under control. He seems unruffled, despite all of the other's rejections, and he's coolly confident, shaking his head slowly.
"Your apathy is getting out of hand, Fushimi-kun.. and regardless, you've already been registered as a member," he says, sounding offhand and infuriatingly casual.
He doesn't like that smirk, it's eerie and misleading. Saruhiko glares at the other behind his frames, and he clicks his tongue in an annoyed habit. What a bastard, what a fucking bastard. "Yet, is the keyword in that sentence."
Finally he's released, and now he can push up his glasses and fix his hair. With a huff, he just continues to stare at that confident body, and maybe he loathes the over for actually liking himself.
"I'm already registered?" Saruhiko immediately cringes and looks disgusted at said fact, and he immediately goes to turn around and leave the roof. "Whatever, I'm not showing up anyway." He clicked as he played with his loose tie. "I told you once and I guess I need to fucking repeat myself: I'm not joining the Student Council."
At least Fushimi's aware that he does have the capacity to act. That glare slides off of him so easily, like a breeze.
Munakata waits a few seconds before he moves after the other, not even bothering to conceal the sound of his boots hitting the floor of the roof. His pace is relaxed as he follows Fushimi, and his longer strides assure that he catches up quickly without really trying.
"Hmm," he hums noncommittally at the last refusal, seemingly undeterred. "So, where to next, Fushimi-kun?"
He's gotten out his PDA, texting Seri about what's going on because he knows she'll be upset without notice... and he needs advice. BADLY.
"Leaving." Saruhiko immediately clicked; his tone was dropping lower and lower at this point- trying to scare away this stupid bastard. The last thing he needed was this bastard following him around like some stupid little puppy. Munakot- Munakata or whatever, he didn't even care at this point.
"I'm going home. Aren't you going to stay, and go through the rest of your classes like a good little senior?" He was mocking him now, and he didn't even care about these repercussions anymore. He had heard those familiar PDA clicks, but he didn't even have his right now.
"Piss off."
Munakata glances casually at his PDA's screen, reading Seri's reply with a mix of emotions, feeling both resigned and anticipatory. An odd combination, but he finds that being around Fushimi makes such an occurrence quite common.
Sender: AWASHIMA SERI
Title: Ultimatum
Don't come back to the office without something to show for your time.
He shows no reaction to the other's attempts at intimidation. His own voice can go even lower, after all. Munakata slips his PDA back into his pocket and shrugs, lifting his palms to the ceiling as he replies, "There's no need, Fushimi-kun. I'm already quite ahead." It's only natural as the President of the Student Council, he has many resources. Acquiring the lesson plan in advance and completing all of the work early is laughably simple.
"I think I'll accompany you instead."
Saruhiko could have turned around and punched him out, but what good what that do at this point? Clearly this bastard wasn't going to give up without a fight- and fine, Saruhiko could maybe appreciate it. Maybe. Either way, he didn't want a follower.
"No, you won't. I'm not joining the council, I won't be your friend and I'll only go to class when I. See. Fit." He finally replied, he had given up at this point. Fuck this shit. "I don't care how far ahead you are in your studies; I have better things to do like sleep."
"You seem awfully determined not to give me a chance," Munakata comments after the other's little rant, feeling like he has just been handed some sort of challenge. Fushimi won't even be his friend? He has an urge to start laughing, and it's really hard to hold it in. At this point, he hopes the other realizes he won't be deterred.
"So that's what you do all day? Sleep?" he asks, at a loss because that's basically doing nothing at all. With that potential? Utterly blasphemous. He's still walking next to Fushimi, obviously not going anywhere else.
Saruhiko clicked his tongue almost immediately when he heard that. Wow, that was pretty fucking annoying, and he was still annoyed. Perhaps maybe he was finally tipped into pure rage. Well, it would be his tipping point sooner or later. "You don't deserve a chance."
Oh, was he now being judged? Just because he slept? He didn't need to tell Munakata about his fucking life story, now did he? "Yes, I do. I sleep, eat and occasionally will get up and go to school- maybe play a few games." Well, sleep as in get about an hour or so then spend the rest of his time wide awake and lying in bed for hours on end.
H-Harsh! Munakata doesn't show it but mentally a rather large 200lbs stone block was dropped on his head. This is practically the same type of blow Seri deals when she catches him playing jigsaws in favor of doing his paperwork and gives him that cold, disappointed, reprimanding look.
"Ah, how callous," the dark haired senior shakes his head, projecting an unruffled air as he positions his arms into a thinking mode. One palm cupping an elbow, the other holding his chin. He supposes changing Fushimi's opinion of him is going to be among his main goals from now on.. but..
His expression blanks. "That.. sounds quite dull, Fushimi-kun."
"And who are you to judge about my home life? I doubt that yours is any more interesting." Saruhiko immediately quipped, eyes narrowing again as he hissed. How callous? How fucking rude of him to start judging his own life. Oh, was Saruhiko supposed to apologize for living such a "dull" life?
"I'm so sorry my precious life doesn't own up to yours. Should I apologize if I don't wipe my ass with the same precious brand of toilet paper you do?" He spat back, voice still somehow retaining that familiar monotone, but somehow pissed undertone. In truth, he was just so annoyed by this in general, and this was the last thing he wanted to talk about.
Well, it has certainly gotten a lot more interesting now that he's occupied himself with this. Munakata frowns a little as he watches the other, getting the impression of a cat whose hackes are raised, on the defensive and ready to lash out. It's a bit mesmerizing, for a bunch of odd reasons, but that's not what he's feeling conflicted about. It seems he hit a nerve without actually meaning to.
His mind is working quickly as he answers, "No... that was not my intention, Fushimi-kun. It was simly a comment.. although, I'm starting to think you do not have much to live for right now."
Fushimi seems awfully agitated after such little provocation. There has to be something going on... He can't resist saying something else. His unrepentant personality is just like that.
"And I don't use a special brand of toilet paper. It's the same one we stock the school with."
Saruhiko feels that familiar emotion of rage starting to build up, on top of what he already feels. It's thrashing around in his chest, and suddenly it's like he's practically stabbed, and it fucking hurts because Munakata has /no right/ to suddenly speculate his life. He had no goddamn right to do so, because his life was currently a mess of hell, and the last thing he wanted...
He didn't respond to the first comment, but the second just annoyed him. He stopped walking so he could pivot on his foot, as he immediately brought his arm right back. As soon as his fist curled, Saruhiko threw a punch straight into Munakata's jaw, uncaring of how loud he was at this point as he had finally, and angrily snapped.
"I. Don't. Give. A. FUCK. If that was not your simply "intention" then why in the hell did you have to say something, huh? Keep your fucking mouth shut and drill this into your apparently thick skull: I will never join you and I don't care what you say. Quit following me around like some sad little puppy because I could not honestly give a fuck."
And with that, Saruhiko took a sharp left to the stairs, to which he lazily walked down them and left the school.