The next day, Roxas was finally able to return to his classes. The feelings were mixed; happy to be back with his friends yet not so happy with long classes, a certain red-haired bossy teacher, and loads of homework.
The blond sat at his normal seat at the back of Axel's class. Everyone was silent and the sound of pens and pencils scratching on paper was the only sound in the room. The blond scribbled down a couple equations into his notebook. Roxas was actually a bit distracted. He kept thinking of how Axel and his Aunt Tifa arranged for Roxas to move in with Axel. The very thought made the pit of his stomach bubble with faint excitement.
'What the hell? Why am I excited about moving in with him?' Roxas thought to himself, flustered with his questionable emotions within him.
The teen could barely stay focused on the work that was in front of him, thoughts of confusion swelling his brain. Soon, confusion turned to procrastination as Roxas desperately awaited the sound of the bell, nearly snapping his pencil as time crawled. He sank down into his uncomfortable wooden seat that was connected to the desk, which made leaning back on the back two legs impossible.
A faint dainty cough emitted from his right. He turned his head slightly and his eyes immediately fixed on a pale radiant girl that sat two rows away, just a few feet ahead of him. Her pale-blond appearance gave off an elegant glow from the sunlight that cast shimmering beams through the large glass windows.
A light blush spread across the young boy's cheeks.
'Naminé's so pretty…' he thought to himself, admiring the frail figure of the girl. 'She's so perfect…she's the smartest girl in class maybe even the whole school. I wonder if she could tutor me…'
Suddenly a hand collided with the boy's already pink cheek. He had slapped himself.
"What am I thinking!" he exclaimed with disgust at his own teen boy thoughts.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Strife? Surely you were not trying to knock yourself unconscious again to get another trip to the hospital, were you?" Axel had called out as all eyes fell on Roxas. The blond thought the only thought he could possibly think at this moment: 'Oh shit...'
"N-no, sir. There's no problem...I-um..." Roxas hesitated, looking for an excuse for slapping himself.
'Nice going Rox, slapping yourself in the middle of class was REAL smooth. Quick, think of a lie!' He thought quickly, gazing around at the stares.
"Uh...I...don't...know..." Roxas took a hard gulp as the words exited his mouth, mentally kicking himself for being a complete and utter moron.
"Very well. Maybe detention with me tomorrow will teach you before you attempt to disembowel yourself during my class. And also not to be disruptive," the redhead announced, numerous giggles emerging from the clump of students in the room.
Roxas' shoulder slumped, a look of exhausted defeat on his face. His eyes dropped down and stared blankly at the desk.
'Good job Roxas," scolded the boy mentally to himself.
"Gawd this sucks," Roxas breathed in irritation, his chin against his chest, his arms hanging limply at his sides.
"You say something Roxas?" inquired Axel curiously, sounding somewhat amused. "Another outburst like that and it'll be another day of detention."
"Yes Sir," grumbled Roxas darkly as he looked up at the red-haired teacher who sat with his feet propped up on his desk, an arm resting on the desk while the other lied across his stomach. The male was staring almost blankly at the clock, an odd expression showing faintly on his face.
'I hate him…'
He pondered the reason why he even agreed to move in with him. He could have just stayed with his aunt. She had gotten better and still might need some help around the house. He hated Axel so why did he have this nagging feeling of wanting to be so close to him? Perhaps it was a subconscious thing. His old home held to much bad memories so of course his natural instincts were to leave the place. Could that be why? Roxas just nodded his head, making that decision. That was his real reason….right?
He glanced up at Axel. He was still staring at the clock. With the Professor not watching his every move, Roxas turned his head and looked at the back of Naminé head; she was the only one that wasn't giggling at him. His deep blue eyes pleaded for her to look at him, even if it were just a simple glance.
Surprisingly, she turned her head slowly and looked straight at Roxas, a soft smile forming on her thin pale lips. Her shoulders raised slightly, half hiding her smile, giving her a shy and innocent sort of appearance as some strands of her hair fell in front of her face.
Roxas grinned shyly as gave a small wave that he hid behind his desk so the teacher may not see it.
The girl smiled even more. With a quick glance at the teacher, she raised her fingers of one hand that rested on the desk and fluttered them in a shy wave back.
A sudden clearing of the teacher's throat caused the two teens to jump in shock. Their heads turned sharply to look apprehensively at their professor to see if they were caught and will be in trouble.
Lucky for them the teacher wasn't looking at them and was still staring at the clock. His face was plain, but his eyes looked as if it were willing the clock to go by faster, his boots perched on the corner of the desk as he leaned back in this chair.
The two teens heaved a sigh of relief, happy they didn't get in any trouble. They both turned and looked at each other again, giving one last smile before turning back down to their studies.
Twenty minutes later, the bell finally rang and Roxas began to pack his things for his last class of the day.
'I hope I have all the notes for Trigonometry,' contemplated Roxas as he went over the contents of his Math notebook in his head.
Suddenly he blushed, just realizing that Naminé has the same class as him next. He slipped his textbook and binder into his bag and started to walk to the front of the class.
"R-Roxas!" called the sweet timid voice of Naminé.
Roxas stopped and turned to watch the slender girl make her way up to him, tuckering her light blond hair behind an ear. She stopped in font of the boy, her pale cheeks and soft blush of pink.
"Um…Roxas….can I um…ask you something?" she asked nervously, her cobalt eyes never meeting those of the teen boy before her. "I was going to wait till after school to ask you but I just can't wait anymore."
Axel, whose head was lowered and back hunched over papers, was straining to watch the two students that stood in front of his desk, occasionally glancing down the scribble something on a test paper to make it look like he wasn't eavesdropping.
"S-Sure Naminé," said Roxas shyly, a faint smile on his face as he looked down at the ground, also blushing faintly.
"Well…" she hesitated, her voice soft. "Well I was wondering if you…" she gulped hard. "If you wanted to go out sometime."
Roxas' head jerked up to look at her, his eyes wide, mouth slightly agape with a look near shock on his face. Axel froze his pencil stopping in mid loop of his cursive writing.
"Y-Y-You mean…" he stuttered, his face a bright red. "You mean on a d-d-date?" He put a lot of emphasis on the last word, not being able to believe it.
Snap…
The two students turned their head in the direction of the sound. Axel sat with his head lowered to hide his horribly shocked face, the pencil gripped tightly in his hand with the tip broken off and lying on the paper. With his head still lowered, Axel dropped the pencil and swiped up a new one, continuing to mark the sheet of paper.
As if nothing disturbed them, the two looked at each other again.
"I can understand if you don't want to Roxas," murmured Naminé, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear nervously as she looked to the side.
"O-Of course I want to go out with you, Naminé," spluttered Roxas, his hands gripping the hem of his shirt, his insides doing happy flips and flops.
He couldn't help but smile even more as he saw the blond girl smile with glee.
"Really?" she asked with excitement in her voice.
She sprang forward, practically glomping the boy as she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him into a warm embrace.
Roxas felt thrilled that he can be with Naminé, but something felt wrong about this. Something bugged him deep down in his heart. But he was happy now, it mustn't really matter all that much so he simply buried the feeling deep down inside him and returned the hug.
The two were to preoccupied with their new found joy to notice Axel trembling. The pencil gripped so tight his fingers turned from red to white.
"Aren't you two late for class?" growled Axel through gritted teeth in a forced calm tone.
The students looked at each other in shock.
"Oh no, we're going to get in so much trouble!" exclaimed Naminé fretfully.
"Let's go!" said Roxas, quickly grabbing Naminé's hand and rushing out the door.
The loud footsteps of the two sprinting down the hallway echoed down the corridor, leaving the room empty with all but a silently weeping Professor.
