Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairings: Royai

A/N: Lighthearted romantic high school comedy anyone?

I love this couple and I promise to write more soon. :)

Enjoy!

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Prologue:

Welcome to Civilian Life, Soldier

- By Lyrics and Music

"Sir, if I may?"

They stood, backs straight, stiff as could be.

"Yes, Riza?" he questioned. He watched the sea of people turn their heads to stare at him.

She lifted her eyes towards his face and spoke in a cold, even tone.

"This is all your fault."

2 Weeks Ago

"B-but Sir!" Roy protested, "I won't do it again. I swear."

Bradley closed his right eye, the other covered with an eye-patch. "It's been a couple times already. At least do it a bit more discreetly or learn to get rid of the evidence."

The boy lifted a shaking finger. "Y-you knew?" he inquired, incredulous.

"Who wouldn't?" the man asked, leisurely opening his drawer, sifting through various papers.

Roy stood, flabbergasted. The inauspicious atmosphere caused the boy to gulp and bring his hand slowly back down to his side.

"Now," Principal Bradley continued with a rather frightening smile, "What shall we do about this situation?"

"That damned pirate!"

Riza aimed at the center, clutching the gun tightly in her gloved fingers.

"What did he do, sir?" she asked, accustomed to his usual tirades.

Roy used his gloved hand to gently, almost apologetically, push the gun to aim at the ground.

She stiffened before clenching her teeth. "Alright, what did he do?" she demanded, shrugging his hand away.

"Suspension," he whispered under his breath, sliding closer to the exit.

Riza turned, gun still locked and loaded, "Come again, sir."

"We're…sus–" Roy mumbled before a bullet lodged itself in the cement wall, paint and dust scattered in the air.

Back to the Present

"This is all your fault."

Roy smiled sheepishly. "It's just one semester."

For a moment, Riza appeared to consider this statement as if weighing the pros and cons. She opened her mouth, most likely to respond with a logical response. Then, a fist collided with the boy's jaw. So much for a level-headed reaction. Despite the pain he knew would arise from speaking, if he were to think about his actions in advance, he let out a loud swear followed by an embarrassing whine indicating that talking was most definitely a horrendous idea.

The crowd around the two slowly hushed. "You better hope so," Riza stated, voice slicing through the thick silence.

Roy placed a hand gently against the edge of his face, flinching as it made contact. Oh god did he hope that it would only be one semester. He could not afford another injury upon such a noticeable area. And while contemplating the unsightly bruise that would most certainly form, Roy was only glad for only one thing: it was only a punch, not a gunshot.

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