Disclaimer: This belongs to Takeshi Konomi! Although I would love to say that the bishies belong to me!!! Fufufufufufufuuf! I am a possessive fan girl ne! winkz

In School, Fuji¡¯s class

Tezuka shut his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose, emitting a deep but inaudible sigh. For the past 20 minutes he has been teaching a whole bunch of dunces who seemed to have a thick cell surface membrane around their brains that prevented any knowledge to be absorbed.

All but one.

One that deserves his omniscient.

And his attention.

One whose soft brown fringes settles strategically over his visage. It never seem to fail to distract Tezuka whenever he looked out of the window even if it is just for a fleeting moment, his hair moving forward and revealing parts of his porcelain complexion of his face and neck.

Tezuka decided to choose him for his next question.

¡°Fuji Syuusuke.¡±

¡°Hai.¡± His voice floated to Tezuka ears like a musical note.

Fuji got up and approach Tezuka. His lanky body came within hugging distance.

£¨Obviously Tezuka did nothing.£©

Fuji¡¯s hands came slinking out of his pockets and reached for the marker in Tezuka¡¯s hands.

His fingertips brushed Tezuka¡¯s hands and Tezuka felt the areas tingled with excitement.

¡°Sensei.¡± Fuji looked into his eyes. Tezuka felt his ears burn. But then again, Tezuka is Tezuka. His face remains emotionless and no sign of blushing or whatsoever can be seen.

¡°Can you come over today?¡±

Tezuka¡¯s mind started to spin¡­¡­¡­

¡°I need some help with the homework.¡±

Tezuka became momentarily relieved. Until he realized what Fuji was really asking.

¡°¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡±

Fuji seemed to sense his hesitation and misinterpreted it as unwillingness.

¡°Gomenasai sensei. I shouldn¡¯t bother you this much.¡± Fuji bowed slightly with his head, apologetically .

¡°Chigaimasu. I am free today. Meet me outside at my table straight after school.

¡°Hai.¡± Fuji gave him an irresistible smile.

Ryoma¡¯s Class

Eyelids drooped.

Ryoma rests his entire body on the table and yawned. English lesson is extremely boring. After all, he didn¡¯t study in America for nothing.

He swept his view across the classroom and glanced at Horio. Horio is the class clown. Not that he tries to be funny on purpose, but well, he is just an indolent and untalented braggart, whose actions and stupidity often put him in hot soup with the teachers. But it still is a good entertainment from the monotony of class life, Unfortunately for the class clown, the notorious class hooligan Akutsu is sitting right behind him.

Birds of a kind do flock together.

Unwillingly sometimes, though.

It is so brilliant of the teacher to arrange the class weirdos together.

Standing tall at 183cm, Akutsu looms over Horio. Even when they are sitting, Horio inevitably still see the shadow casted in front of him on his desk. Akutsu¡¯s spikey hair? Looks like claws hovering above Horio¡¯s head. No wonder Horio can be spotted constantly convulsing in fear and doesn¡¯t even have the courage to turn around whenever worksheets have to be passed down.

Yet, Akutsu has this soft spot for a fellow classmate called Taichi Dan. And strangely enough, Taichi isn¡¯t afraid of him either. Rumors has it that the oversized headband Taichi has every moment is a gift from Akutsu. Talk about young boys in love.

Ryoma rested his upper body on his desk and went to dream about Karupin.

¡°Karupin¡±

Author: Goodness. I wrote a Akutsu Taichi fic years ago and never completed it. Now instead of finishing it, I am off to write this one. DOtz. After exams I MUST do this fic¡­Otherwise it will never see the light again¡­..sigh K, me will continue after exam¡­¡­I am going to fail¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­==;;