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Yanagi/Yukimura (Friendship/Fun)
Yanagi Renji sat at the desk in his room, a mug of hot tea his mother had made him to his left, and he was leafing through his notes. Finals were coming up and, though many would not believe it, even the data master could fell himself getting tense. He had not stopped studying since they were announced two weeks prior and now he did not know what else there was to study. However, just as his nickname suggests, his data-oriented brain would not stop working figures. He tried to work out what algebraic expressions they would most likely be tested on, what passages they should have memorized in English in case of oral or written tests, what tales and literatures they would need for Classic Japanese, and he had been enlisting Genichirou's help in calligraphy. Heaving a deep sigh, the young man closed the notebook, leaned back, and rubbed his tired eyes. He swore he could hear muffled voices from the entryway beneath his room but figured it was his tired brain playing tricks on his ears. After a moment of rest, he opened his notebook again and flipped listlessly through the pages, eyes scanning over familiar and memorized lines and equations.
Suddenly, his bedroom door was thrown open and the composed man jumped slightly. He went to turn but hands on his shoulders kept him in place. The hands slid around his shoulders and a familiar scent enveloped his just as the arms did. Yanagi's parted lips transformed into a smile and he brought his own hands up to grasp the pair clasped at his collarbones.
"Seiichi. What brings you here so late?" Blue hair invaded his left peripherals and Yukimura's smile was brought into view as he turned his head to see his friend.
"I can't just stop by to see one of my very best friends?" The innocence would have fooled anybody else but him.
"Of course you can. But I know that is not the only reason you're here." Yukimura chuckled softly, finally releasing his friend and stepping further to the left and looking around his friend's room. When Yanagi finally closed the notebook and turned in his chair, resting his elbow on the arm and his head on his fist, Yukimura had pulled a plastic bag from his backpack. Yanagi raised an eyebrow.
"What's that look for data master?" Yukimura's cocky words and grin made Yanagi smile.
"What are you hiding there Seiichi?" The bluenette grinned again and just shook his head, hugging the bag to his chest and sitting himself on the data master's bed. Yanagi shrugged and returned to the repeatedly abandoned notebook. Fifteen minutes passed in comfortable silence before Yanagi heard soft rustling and felt something being placed lightly on his head. His lips lifted gently and he gave a soft laugh when he caught their reflections in the mirror above his desk. Yukimura was smiling like a child, gently rearranging the flower crown he had made for his best friend on top of said best friend's head.
"So cute!" was exclaimed softly beneath Yukimura's breath as he admired his handiwork and Yanagi had never felt more relaxed.