It was like any other day, around the lunch hour. Roxas waited for his new found redhead friend to show up, though he wasn't counting on actually sitting around and eating with him. He was just curious as to what he was up to now that their project was done and over with. Ah, there he is, the blond thought as a rather disheveled male walked up to him, his dark bottle green shirt buttoned up wrong, no tie, but the sleeves were rolled up enough for a long wrist band to be worn. Why Axel had a thing for button downs was anyone's guess. It looked as though he hastily put himself back together however. Why though...

"You missed a button," Roxas pointed out.

Axel looked down, those cat like green eyes widened a little. "Jesus... I walked all that way like this..." He laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt and buttoned it again it, making Roxas flush a little. Unfortunately for him, Axel had caught that. "Have you ever seen a guy's chest before? You should have one too."

The blond glared at him some, though not as harshly as what he used to. Either Axel didn't notice or just didn't care. "What were you doing?"

"Do you really want to know?" A question met with a question.

Roxas's eyebrow rose. What was that supposed to mean. He directly asked this to the pyro.

"Let's just leave it at Marluxia, me and a closet that's way too small for it's own good, ok? There's teachers and virgin ears all around. Like yours." Roxas barely heard the other's grumble. He decided he didn't want to know.

"I take offense to that," Roxas told him.

"I take it I don't care," Axel replied, a cheeky grin on his face. Roxas merely glared again, wanting to slap that Cheshire cat grin off his face.

"I'm not a child."

"Yes you are. If you weren't you wouldn't have blushed when you saw my naked chest. That's right, I went there." Roxas blushed again; Axel pointing. "That's what I mean."

"Shut up... It's not like you're exactly mature."

A thin red eyebrow rose. Then he shrugged. "True. If I were, I wouldn't be doing things with Marluxia of all people..." When questioned about it, Axel shook his head, again, telling the blond not to worry about it. "The bell's gonna ring soon anyways; gotta get to Spanish. Talk to you later." The redhead walked away.

Somehow, Roxas felt like he had been both cheated and something a bit more foreign. He wasn't sure what, but he knew it was probably ignorable, for now anyways.