A/N: Another fic? Yeah, my muse is evil and she has serious attention problems. This has Komui as the principal of a school with Reever as his VP.
Disclaimer: If I owned DGM the Reever would've shown up to the 'Phantom Thief G' thing riding a motorcycle.
School hadn't even started and Reever was already at wit's end. His new boss was irritating and essentially useless. To be fair, the principal was good looking and the rumor was that he was a genius, but he was a total slacker!
Most days the blonde felt more like a secretary than a vice principal. Now that he thought about it, his predecessor had seemed really relieved when her retirement was finalized. ..
"Class starts in a week you have to approve the supply requests!"
"Yeah, yeah just let me finish this crossword.."
"Sir!"
"You can call me Komui if you want to."
"Fine. Komui. Do. Your. Bloody. Paper. Work. Now."
"I don't wanna!"
"Bloody hell! What are you five?"
"Nope, 29."
Reever was a little shocked to find out that his boss was so young. Not that it mattered, he was still pissed.
And so, when an old college friend invited him out for a beer, he agreed without hesitation. (Even though it was out of character.)
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Komui was having tons of fun winding up his sexy new hire. He was fucking adorable, and had a cute accent to boot.
However, he was not pleased when he saw Reever laughing and smiling over a conversation on the telephone. It wasn't fair! Reever never smiled at him like that!
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The Aussie went home and waited for Cross to pick him up, fuming over the days events.
Cross soon appeared riding his custom built motorcycle, Ree hoped on and they headed straight for the bar. For once he didn't need to worry that his friend would abandon him and disappear with some woman, Cross could tell that Reever was upset, so he'd be there for him. Plus the whole 'good friend' act would garner several phone numbers that he could call later.
All in all it was adorably pathetic. Reever was a total lightweight. It wasn't long before he was whining about how infuriatingly sexy his boss was. If Cross was surprised at this revelation he didn't show it, but then again he'd always suspected that his friend was at least bisexual.
After a few more drinks the blonde was getting annoying, his complaints now interrupted by the occasional hiccup.
When Reever fell off his barstool and landed on his ass, Cross decided that it was time to call it a night. He brought the blonde home with him, dumping him unceremoniously onto the couch, before heading to bed.