Title: Lovesick Sometimes
Fandom: K / K Project
Rating: T for YaTa Misaki. Kidding. For foul language.. for safe : D
Warnings: FOUL Language, Fluff, Derpy Writing, Grammar Mistakes.
Disclaimer: I don't own K / K Project. Neither does Yata Misaki and Saruhiko Fushimi. They belong to GoRa.
Notes: Chapter 2! Not going to think of all what I'm crying over a scene here... Enjoy reading!
Ding dong. Ding dong.
Thirty minutes had passed already. And that was already their next period after their break. But who would actually care about it anyway?
Back at when Misaki slept—or fainted—while being caried by a tall, slender, fifteen-year-old teen, Saruhiko Fushimi. Saruhiko wasn't seem to be suprised that Misaki had a migraine or so. After all, he knew that the red-headed teen will have that headache for all the complaints and cursing that he was almost late.
Idiotic Misaki.
...
Speaking of Misaki Yata.
"Mm..." a sound was heard. The bluenette stood up from his placeS and went to where that brunette was laid down not too long ago. The shorter teen woke up, blinking his red-orange orbs for a moment, then rubbed them with his bare, skinny hands. Yata then noticed Fushimi was standing there with his dull sapphire eyes. The red-head started opening his mouth to ask where the hell is he but was quickly answered by the blue-head, as if reading his mind.
"First, Misaki, you fainted. Then I carried you all the way here in the infirmatory without even eating for a second. So you better be grateful that I took you here and rest, Misaki~" Saruhiko plainly answered and then mockingly smiled at the newly awaken teen.
"Wh... How did you know I was going to ask that?!" Misaki exclaimed at him. The expression that he made was a mixture of anger and confusion.
'How patheticaly cute,' at least, in Fushimi's mind. Before the taller teen could say anything, the nurse from before interrupted them. "Ah, you're finally awake! Let me see your temperature, okay?" As Yata nodded, the nurse then examined his temperature using the thermometer. She removed it as it beep, "37.2 . Well, I guess you're okay now!" She said. The brunette inquired, "Is that so?"
"Yes."
"Okay... Thanks." Saruhiko then clicked his tongue after their short conversation. "Now get your admit slip and go, Misaki." Misaki then glared at him. "Geez, aren't you so impatient?" He sarcastically said it while asking for an admit slip to show it on to the subject teacher.
As they exited the infirmatory, neither of them spoke a word in walking back to their classroom. It was rather, a disturbing and awkward silence. Misaki didn't dare to look athis friend, though he could sense the other staring at him intently. And it was creeping him out.
Then Fushimi had a wicked idea.
"Oi, Misaki."
"I told you to stop calling by my name, stupid monkey!" the mentioned boy hissed at him, now looking at him face to face. "now, now. You better be quiet, eh, Misaki~?" Saruhiko stopped at his pace, making the other follow at his actions, then turned himself in front of the small boy.
"Wh-what's with you all of a sudden?" Misaki asked him in anger and irritation for being stange at the moment. The bluenette kept silent but moved forward to the brunette. The red-head stepped backward.
Then forward.
Backward.
Forward.
Back—"Oof." Misaki was sandwiched between a wall and a Saruhiko. The taller of them smirked. "What day is today, hmm, Misaki?" Saruhiko asked, putting one arm at one side of Misaki. "I-it's an ordinary day, of course. Why would you even ask about that?" Yata gulped.
Fushim then put another arm to another side of the shorter. He stared hard at Misaki's glinting topaz eyes, face so close that they might kiss in any small move. 'This is interesting. I'm not suprised Misaki would be so forgetful about his birthday,' The bluenette thought.
"I'm saying this one more time. Do you know what day is today?"
Misaki just bursted his bubble. "Li-like I said! It's only an ordinary day! What's wrong with it?!" He glared at him. Saruhiko just sighed. "You really don't remember, do you, huh?" Misaki blinked, confused. "H-huh? Saru?"
Before the red-haired teen could even rant, he could feel his lips being pressed by Saruhiko's. "S-saru-?!" He tried to push the blue-haired teen away from him, but failed.
"Tsk. You're so noisy. Be quiet." The bluenette clicked his tongue and kiss Misaki again. But this time, he put his own tongue into red-head's mouth, making Misaki moan sweetly but quietly.
'Cute.'
Was the only thing that Fushimi can think of. He then parted his lips from the red's. He then whispered to Yata's ear, "Happy birthday, Misaki~". He then walked away with his hands in his pocket of his pants, smirking victoriously.
While Misaki can only stare at awe.
'W-wait, he planned this all along?!' he mentally shrieked. 'And that was my first kiss! Stupid bastard!' he blushed immediately at the scene. The red-head then snapped out of his own mind then ran over to Saruhiko, still having his cheeks a pink in color.
He gave a quick peck on Saruhiko's cheek and ran pass over him, and whispered.
"Thank you, stupid monkey…"