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(AN: This is a collab between MissTangle and QueenBtchoftheUniverse. There will be citrus. Don't read if you're under 18. Amen. )

Axel toyed with the end of his pen, bored completely shitless in his stats class. The professor just droned on and on; it seemed as though the lecture was taking two weeks instead of two hours. The class was a requirement for his AA, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered to spend one hundred fucking bucks on the textbook. Math hurt his brain. There was a bonus, though. That bonus came in a small, angsty blond package. He didn't even know his name, but he sure was fun to mess with.

He flipped his pen just right so that it landed next to the feet of the blond boy. Bending forward, he said, "Excuse me, but can you get that for me?"

Said blonde boy, whose name happened to be Roxas (not that he would ever willingly divulge his name to this asshole) scowled. However, his mother had raised him right, and he knew that morally it was wrong to keep anyone from learning math. Especially when the one in question happened to have some sort of learning impediment when it came to the subject. Roxas was pretty sure that the firecrotch was, like, ten years older.

Ok, maybe not that old. But still.

He quietly reached down, and handed the irritating man the pen.

"Thanks hon." He accepted his pen with a wink.

Roxas' cheeks flamed red, and he pointedly turned away to take more notes.

Ten minutes of doodling and failed-concentration later, he threw his pen away from him in frustration. He leaned forward once more, and whispered, "Hey, did you get what he said about quantum equations?"

Sighing, not only because of his lapsed concentration, but also at the older man's stupidity, he turned. "If you read page 153 there's a diagram. It was assigned reading from two days ago." He whispered, as the teacher was rambling about some sort of failed experiment he had done in college. The teacher clearly lived vicariously through the details of the student's lives, and the students jokingly called him Dr. Mansex because of his interest in the more personal aspects of college life. Something Roxas found utterly disgusting. Dr. Xemnas did not deserve the ridicule.

"Right, thanks," Axel mumbled and sat back. He would need to re-think his plan of attack. People usually weren't so cold towards him; they found his natural good humor to be refreshing. He needed a cigarette, anyway. Pushing back his chair, he got up without so much as a snide comment from the professor. Once outside, he lit up and sucked in as much smoke as his lungs could hold, exhaling slowly. It would have to be a fast break, since he couldn't afford to miss much of the glass. He grumbled and brushed back his long, flamboyantly red hair. In doing so, he caught a glimpse of yellow from the corner of his vision. Of course!

"Hey cutie, I brought you some flowers. You know, for helping me out."

Roxas turned slowly, feeling a slow dread creeping down his spine. "I'm allergic to flowers." When did this guy get so close? "You don't even know my name...?"

"Well if we knew each other, this wouldn't have happened." He smiled at him and stuffed the flowers into his backpack. "How about this: if you tell me your name, I'll quit bugging you."

"Roxas," his mouth moved without his permission. It was like he had tourrettes. Except the really polite kind. At least this guy would leave him alone.

"Roxas," he repeated, trying the name out. "I'm Axel." Sitting back in his seat, he said, "Got it memorized?" He winked.

Roxas scowled. Axel... Somehow it fit the tattooed man with the insane hair. Before he even thought about it it just kind of... "Is your hair even natural?"

"What do you think?" Axel couldn't stop grinning. This kid was just too cute.

Roxas found his eyes wandering down to Axel's jeans, his cheeks again painted almost as bright as Axel's hair. "Nevermind." He shoved his hand in the pockets of his white, loose jeans, and looked to the math building, it's doors seeming like a reprieve from this mistake of a social encounter.

"Hey." He waited until Roxas looked back up at him. "If you'll come with me to get some coffee, I'll tell you."

Roxas swallowed the words /I'd rather you show me/ before he truly made a fool of himself, but he couldn't stop the "Ok" that came out instead. Suddenly, he felt his dick vibrate. That goddamn phone had never buzzed at a better/worse time. "Uhh, I have to take a call." He pulled out his phone and turned.

"Sure, I'll see you around then." Axel tightened his hand around the strap of his backpack and turned to go to the cafeteria. Well, it was progress. Now that he knew the kid's name, they were finally getting somewhere! He passed by all the half-baked wanna-be adults and found his favorite spot on campus. The atmosphere inside the cafeteria was just raucous enough to be background noise, but not too much to where he couldn't hear himself think. He sat on a stool at the bar by the bay windows, and pulled out his copy of The Communist Manifesto.

Roxas felt his heart leave with his next breath. His mom's condition was as he expected, but he still felt sorrow as he walked to his next class. He had graduated a year early, and gone straight to college. His dream was to be a radiologist, but he had overestimated his capacity for schoolwork. His school had left him with few scholorships, and he was taking four classes. The loans alone were going to kill him when he graduated, and his father just wanted him to come home. Roxas needed a solution to his money problems. His father could solve them, but after a fight Roxas was too stubborn to just let it go.

oxas shook his head and walked himself to his next class, finding an involuntary grin on his face when he thought of a certain redhead.

Axel closed his book and checked his phone. 11:58. Shit, he had to get to class! Stowing his stuff, he glanced up and grinned in delight. There was Roxas, hurrying to his next class it looked like. And the fucker looked happy about it for some reason. Goddamn, he'd have to fix that. He left the cafeteria and half-jogged to keep up and waylay the blond. "Hey Roxas, where you heading?"

Roxas fixed his scowl back, "None of your business." He fixed his gaze ahead, determined to ignore this guy.

Undeterred, Axel continued to talk. "Well I've got biology next. And you promised that we'd go get coffee, so I won't quit harping at you until that happens. That's a lovely jacket, by the way. I've never been able to keep a white piece of clothing clean for long."

Roxas silently cursed himself. Why was he a nice guy? And why was Axel so interested? As far as he knew no one here even knew he was gay yet.

Finally, he came up to his building, the massive sign hanging over him like a curse: Science. Roxas had never been good at it, and yet he felt it was his duty to do it.

"Have you got a class here too or are you stalking me?" Axel winked at him. As fun as it was to torture the poor kid, there was something about his brooding silence that got to him. What was going on in that spikey blond head of his? And his moods were so mercurial, but they evidenced themselves plainly upon his face. It was adorable.

Roxas' grimaced, figuring his dirge march into the building would be answer enough.

"Well whaddaya know. You don't happen to have Leonheart next, do you?" Axel strode forward so he could get the door for Roxas, holding it long enough for a couple of girls to thank him and giggle when he flashed them a smile.

Roxas smiled, "No, Merlin."

"Goddamn! Finally, a smile! Even if it's at the fact we're not in the same class, I'll take it. Alright, well, this is where my class is," Axel said, stopping by a door that still had a few late stragglers slinking in. Good, he wouldn't stand out too much. "See you later, cutie."

The grimace came back. Roxas really wished Axel wouldn't make such public statements. He gave a halfhearted wave, resolving to find an excuse to leave five minutes early. Even though he was a good kid. He spent the rest of his class with Merlin in a glazed stupor, ears feeling sick, and wishing for a break. But he stayed the whole two hours. His only two hour class and it had to be Anatomy/Positioning.

As soon as Axel walked through the door he knew he should have skipped. He had forgotten that they were doing a lab that day, dissecting piglets and labeling their parts. Already the smell of the formaldehyde gave him a headache, and he had to breathe through his mouth to keep from passing out. He clenched his fists and threw his shoulders back, resolving to stick it out and not pass out like a fuckin' pussy. The professor had already gone through the instructions, leaving the pairs of students to their own devices. His partner Larxene was already wrist deep in pig guts. His stomach shuddered and threatened to abdicate his body. Larxene raised her pierced brow at him, but he just pushed his feelings of sickness aside and smiled at her. She'd do their lab and then some as long as he led her on just right. Besides, she enjoyed all the gory shit. That was only reason she was taking the class, he was pretty sure. He just put in his headphones and closed his eyes, breathing deeply until the period was over.

By the end of his class Roxas felt so bored he could have cried. He gathered his notes, muttered a brief goodbye to his sort-of friend Xion. She was very pretty. If he swung that way he supposed he would have found her sexy even. However, he would have been sorely disappointed, because Xion was a lesbian. A lesbian who loved to make straight men uncomfortable, and occasionally lead them on. He was sure she didn't mean to do it and loved her all the more for it. They had gone a couple times to the mall, where she had awkwardly wingmanned for him. The only result of these outings had been terrified looks from straight men she had led to him. Sadly, Xion's gaydar was way off. That didn't stop her from trying.

Roxas thought he'd almost gotten away with minimal socializing, but no such luck. Xion skipped to follow him and blew in his ear teasingly. Despite himself, he cracked a grin. "Back off slut."

Xion wrinkled her nose, "Make me, pussy." She stuck out her tongue at him and grabbed his hand, half swinging, half dragging him along. "Sooo I heard there was this new club opening, shorty, and I was thinking we might find some luck there with our soulmates." Roxas could almost see the hearts in her eyes.

Roxas ran his hand through his already touseled hair. "Xion are you sure-"

"'Kay great, see you there I'll facebook you~" Xion let go and turned to go the opposite direction.

Roxas spun, "Xion..." But she had already turned the corner. He let a puff of air move the one spike of hair in front of his eyes.

"Hey, watch it, asshole! I'm walking here!" Axel flipped off the car that veered around him, causing other cars to honk at the stunt. Assholes. Everyone of them. Nobody stopped for pedestrians anymore. He crossed the street quickly and kept his eyes down once he was on the sidewalk. After walking the six blocks from his apartment to campus every day, the route became blurred and failed to hold his attention. Before he knew it, he was turning his key in the lock and shouldering the door up (the thing stuck like a motherfucker). Shutting it behind him, he leaned back and sighed. Six hundred a month for the shitty studio, but it was his. He gladly paid the extra for the benefit of having the entire thing to himself. Going to the fridge, he took out a beer and went to go boot up his computer. He needed to get to work on the paper that was due the next day.

Roxas walked to his car, resigning himself to the fact that when he got home he would watch Breaking Bad. Sure, the show had ended a year ago, but it just so happened that he got netflix thanks to his roommate. He slid quietly in the door. Luxord worked nights at a casino, and could get supremely upset if woken. Roxas walked to their little kitchenette and pulled out the little bottle of what he presumed were sugar pills since the effectiveness had waned with each passing month. Roxas actually did have Tourettes. Popping and dry swallowing, he grimaced at the taste.