Authors Note:

I Like Soup is a collection of the OffBeat drabbles/ficlets I will do. Each one of these will be from a theme word/phrase/something or other that I see/read/hear/actively search for. There will be a range from boy/boy to girl/girl to girl/guy to gen. Or whatever else I think of. The rating will go up once there are more.

Warnings: BL(boylove)

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I Feel Flushed

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It was unintentional.

He had only been observing the leaves high in the trees through the window as he turned the corner. They were starting to turn that gorgeous brown and gold color, dashes of red and green here and there. The wind had been blowing at that same moment he turned the corner and he was caught up in the way the leaves were lifted from their branches and flew into the sky like a bird released from a cage for the first time in its life.

It was unintentional.

He had only been observing the same leaves the other boy had been observing through the same window while he turned the same corner. Only he didn't find them to be that gorgeous as the other boy thought. The leaves were drying up, dying for the tree to live through the winter. He felt it was gorgeous for a different reason all together. And the wind that had been blowing at that same moment as they both turned the same corner had caught his eye too, but he didn't see the leaves flying like a bird released from a cage.

It was unintentional.

The other students in the hall hadn't been observing the same leaves through the same window as the two boys turned the same corner. They didn't notice anything gorgeous about the changing leaves or the wind pulling the leaves into the sky. There was nothing poetic in their minds; there was only the thought of when their bus was leaving or who was going to give them a ride home or how long it was going to take them on foot. They were the bird being released from the cage, too much in a rush to notice the others.

It was unintentional.

Just like the leaves flying in the air, papers soared up and away. Hands flew out to grab on to something for balance, chests crashed into each other and a noise passed over surprised lips. No one noticed while the halls cleared and the boys lay on the floor, too stunned to move.

It was unintentional.

That's what they would say later when one of them brings it up, because, really, it had to have been an accident that after the halls cleared there were two boys laying on the floor with their lips together and eyes closed, faces flushed.

It was unintentional.