A/N: 'Ello~ Atom here, and I'm really happy about all the hits I'm getting and I'm especially happy about my first reviewer: Edward slept with Poison Akii!! Yay, kudos to him/her (sorry I don't want to misguess DX) for reviewing both my chappies. And then my anonymous reviewer, lightechos~ Kudos to him/her too. So this chappie is for both of them. As promised for today~

Genre: General, I guess, with a hint of romance. You'll have to squint though.

Warnings: Nothing, really, just a hug. Nothing major, to Mello (haha!...that was lame...) out after the last chapter~

Eight in the Morning: Word for Word

"Mello!" Aizawa, the history teacher bellowed as he threw down his textbook. The blonde in question jumped in his seat at the sudden noise, wincing as he tugged at his ear to make sure it was still working.

"What?" He snapped at the fuming teacher, marching down the aisle to his desk in the back corner of the classroom. It hasn't even been a week since the term started and this history teacher was already keeping a stern eye on him.

"I let you eat chocolate in my class," Aizawa said firmly, picking up the offending chocolate that had been resting innocently on the desk before it was angrily snatched up. "I even let you skip ahead of the curriculum," He pointed at the advanced textbook laying opened to random page. "But I will not, I repeat, not tolerate you text messaging in my class!" The black haired man swiftly grabbed the cell phone from Mello's frozen grip.

"Wait-What?" The blonde stammered, slamming his hands on his abused desk, stomping his feet on the scuffed tiles as he watched his teacher's back retreating to the front of the class.

"I'm confiscating this, Mello," Aizawa said, dangling the device next to his ear, almost mockingly. This was honestly a great accomplishment seeing as how all the horrible rumours in the teacher's lounge were filled with this blonde-haired, chocolate addict.

"Y-You can't do that!" Mello spluttered. "That's mine!" And before the history teacher knew it, his sixteen-year-old student had clambered over his desk and pushed him against the wall.

"H-Hey," Aizawa choked, more out of surprise because even if Mello's grip was strong, he was too angry to concentrate on technique and therefore, it was sloppy and the taller man wasn't as restricted as he seemed.

Most of the class had now gone into a state of panic, many having witnessed a 'Mello attack' in the past were already running out to inform the old principal.

"I need my fucking phone," Mello hissed, his nails digging into Aizawa's fingers, making the older man wince. They never taught you what to do when an angry Mello was currently pinning you to the wall at teachers' college. "Now give it back!" He yanked harshly on the man's hand but Aizawa was just as stubborn. This was for glory in the teachers' lounge; he wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"That's quite enough!" Roger's voice brought both their gazes to the old man as he slammed open the door. "Keehl, let go of Aizawa now." He said sternly, his wrinkled eyes narrowed.

"He took my phone!" Mello protested, pressing his arm harder against his teacher's neck.

"Let go, Mello," The use of his nickname meant Roger had hit his last nerve and Roger was the devil if he snapped. Mello locked his jaw persistently, hesitating.

Then a lanky redhead sauntered in, nodding at Roger as he brushed past, a DS in his hands.

"What's up with you, Mells?" Matt asked lazily, looking up and snapping his game shut.

"Matt?" Mello asked, completely forgetting about his phone and Aizawa and even Roger. Because Matt was here and that was the only thing that really mattered.

"I got all your texts," Matt said, taking out his cell phone and shaking it at Mello. Then he leaned close to the blonde, his lips ghosting over Mello's ear. "You didn't have to go through all that trouble for me." He whispered.

"But you're worth it," Mello's arms fell to his sides before they were brought up again, wrapping tightly around the slightly shorter redhead.

Aizawa massaged his neck as he watched, his eyes widening at the two boys in front of him. He wasn't a new teacher, not like Mastuda, and he had had Matt in his class before. He thought he knew both of them well enough. Clearly, he didn't.

"Thank-you," Matt said with a genuine smile on his face as he plucked the cell phone out of the history teacher's hand before leading Mello out of the room. "We'll wait for you in the office, Roger." He called over his shoulder as the two teenagers disappeared down the hall, leaving the principal and the teacher.

"Well," Aizawa cleared his throat awkwardly, adjusting his tie.

"I had specifically made sure that Mello and Matt had completely different schedules," Roger said, his voice almost soft and Aizawa wasn't sure if he should stay or run. Because this was the crabby old principal, Roger talking about the infamous duo. "I suppose that was the wrong choice, yes?"

The next day, both Matt and Mello received revised schedules. They had every single class together and even detention.