Hm, Allo! Yeah, this comes from a little blue book like thing I have that I write in. If I get some positive reviews, I'll type more. -nod nod- -can't be bothered other wise-
Disclaimer: PFFT! If I owned it, it would be a porn RPG, which would be good...
Warnings: yaoi, lemon later (maybeeeeee)
Life isn't some boring line that people blindly follow. It's more like a circle, any things happen over and over again, it's boring to study, and then you die.
Morbid? Me? Maybe. But you know what's worse than being morbid? Being your average, hormonal teenager. Worse still, a gay, average, hormonal teenager. But worst of all: being a gay, hormonal teenager who is absolutely infatuated with their literature teacher.
And that's exactly what Roxas was.
But hell, you had to admit his teacher was hot. He had hair as red as a strengthening ember, eyes of a deep jade green, he was tall, he was muscular, he was twenty-four. Roxas was only seventeen. All these factors added together constantly sat on his shoulders, weighing down his mood and giving him a pain in the neck.
Roxas' friends just didn't understand. None of them were gay, well, none of them were out of the closet if they were, and all of them think Axel is a horrible teacher. Roxas decided a higher power was out to get him and gave up on happiness.
Until one day, that is.
"Roxas, I'd like a word with you." Axel said as the rest of the class was heading for the door. Roxas fought hard to keep a straight face and a coherent voice as he wale over to the desk Axel was seated behind.
"Yes, Mr. Sanjyu?" Roxas said calmly. Too calmly. His voice had lowered itself about three octaves in its attempt to reach that level of nonchalance, causing an awkwardly low voice to come out of the small teenager.
Axel checked to make sure all the other students were out of the room. He saw no one and went to continue with the rather spaced out conversation.
"I have to tell you something, but I need you to promise to keep it a secret." Axel said, his eyes looking everywhere but into Roxas', lingering slightly on the more colorful or shiny things they happened upon.
"Sure, what's up?" Roxas replied, slightly disconcerted by the way Axel was acting like a four-year-old who stole the teacher's lunch pail and set it on fire/ (Axel actually had done that when he was four, but that has no relevance to the conversation at hand.) Axel's eyes started from Roxas' feet and drew slowly up his body to his piercingly cerulean eyes. Axel could feel his heart skip a beat as his eyes met Roxas', it made him feel like a young school girl and he mentally chastised himself.
"Uh…" Axel said intelligently. "I'm…I…I think I'm beginning to have unprofessional feelings for you." Axel, after stammering, said all this very fast before he buried his face in his hands, as though both to hide the deep blush crossing his face and protect him from potential blows from the teenager he had jus gone all pedophile on.
"Really?!" Roxas practically yelled in all his excitement. Axel brought his head up sharply, so sharply that Roxas heard a snapping noise from the person from which the sound was issued, but it was thoroughly ignored by said person.
"You men you return my unprofessional and illegal feelings?!" Axel questioned back in equal volume to Roxas' own outburst.
"Yes!" yelled Roxas, now flat out ecstatic. He hopped the desk into Axel's lap, embracing him tightly.
"Kid, you're squishing me." Axel said for a lack of anything better to say, as though to go with the newfound lack of oxygen.
"Heh, sorry 'bout that…" Roxas muttered as he loosened his grip slightly, but only slightly.
"Well, you want to do something after school?" Roxas asked, mad happy at this point.
"Yeah, you…" muttered Axel. Roxas stared at him. Then he drew his lips close to the red-head's ear and whispered hoarsely, "That could be arranged."
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