Soooo...I just found this in my drabbles document. All I can say is that it was probably written at two in the morning, but who knows. I have no excuse or apologies, enjoy.
Yukio was gently woken by light in his eyes, feeling a lot more tired than he usually did in the morning. As he opened his eyes the light was harsher than expected and he was near ready to freak out about it being midday. A few moments to adjust though and he realised it was a desk lamp that was glaring invasively into his retinas, not afternoon sunshine.
Rubbing his face and fumbling for his glasses as only an incredibly groggy teenager would, he slowly sat up and bent back over the chair's back. Flipping over the chair itself, he landed on his feet on the rug and then swerved on his heel with a cock of his hips and strut away like a diva, ready to do something.
