Brittany, I'll hunt you down. I CAN'T WRITE SEINER FFS. I'll screw it over :P this is for a drabble challenge on dA by darknessversuslight.
anyways, KH is not mine, etc, all that fun crap.
It really was infuriating, the way Hayner looked after Struggling. Or after skating around town. Or sitting in class. It was the boy overall, really. Seifer had really screwed up this time, though. Whispering sexual innuendos to your "worst enemy" wasn't the best thing you could do, especially not when you were both hot and sweaty and... mmmm... Hayner was skating around shirtless again.
He didn't like that chickenwuss. He just liked the way his body looked in the sun, glistening lightly with a sheen of sweat, and... stop. No. Seifer Almasy did not like Blondie, not at all. Except when... Stop thinking those thoughts, Seifer! Those thoughts got him nowhere, nowhere at all... except... he liked where they took him... NO. He wasn't allowed to think this. Girls were hot. Hell, Olette was hot. Oh god was Hayner hot.
... He might like that chickenwuss.