A/N: Thanks to my lovely reviewers BeautifulNoMatterWhat (here's 'nother one!), Guest, Issa-chan, Miera-chan(here you go honey) and my followers Kyasarin Kazuya and Flames57 (review please? even ten words will do!), you get another chapter.
This time it's headcanon for a study-date :D spot the Egoist reference!
2.
He's hopeless at algebra.
The kid's trying, Akihiko has to hand it to him. He has his bangs in a dozen hair-clips to keep them out of his eyes when he studies. His pens are always refilled. His pencils are shaved and his copies and books are in immaculate condition. His writing is neat and well-spaced.
It annoys the piss out of him.
"How do you expect to get any actual work done when all you do is organize it all day?" he snaps.
The boy turns back in his chair, indignant. "I have to keep my work clean, or it won't make a good impression on the examiner!"
His eyes are dark green. Akihiko's never seen them this close before- probably because they're always half-hidden by his hair. He looks into them directly, and he suddenly can't look away from the fire in them.
The clock tolls downstairs, and the moment is broken.
"You won't make a good impression if your copy is that clean," he points out dryly, looking away at the aforementioned copy. Anywhere but those damn eyes. His voice cracks.
"Y-yeah, I suppose not." Surprisingly, the kid's does too, even as he gets to his assignment. Much fewer mistakes than usual, Akihiko notes, as he checks them, all the while standing behind the boy. His hair smells of strawberries.
Akihiko wants to sniff it.
Instead, he smiles down at him. "Much better. Keep it up."
The returned beam and blush absolutely does not have anything to do with his innards doing the tango. It's probably Takahiro's dango.
Yes, exactly. It's given him indigestion.
"T-thank you. I'll do even better!" Misaki responds, blush increasing at the honest praise.
Takahiro, Takahiro, Takahiro, Akihiko mentally chants. He's the one I love.
And since when did 'the boy' and 'Takahiro's little brother' become 'Misaki'?
"Oh- and I almost forgot! I got the recipe for kimchi hotpot!"-how Misaki had figured out his love of all things kimchi was a mystery. "Do you want me to make you some?"
No- he's the one I loved.
How? Akihiko wonders wildly. When did that happen? And why?
"I'd love it."
Misaki beams again, and Akihiko has the sinking- and yet rising- feeling in his chest that he knows the answer to all of those questions.
End drabble two.
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