Fight Oh!: The Gokusen Drabble Challenge

by CappuccettoRosso

A series of stand alone drabbles written for the LiveJournal community, 31 days. Each day is a different drabble for a different prompt. My goal is to write one drabble for each day of the month. These stories are both manga and drama based, and their ratings range from G to R. The ratings and warning have been labeled so please read at your own discretion. Fight Oh! OH!

21. April 21

Fight Oh!: The Gokusen Drabble Challenge

CappuccettoRosso

Beta: None

Rating: G

Fandom: Gokusen

Universe: Drama (post Season 3)

Genre(s): General

Warning(s): None

Disclaimer: Gokusen is the intellectual property of Kozueko Morimoto, and it publisher, Shueisha. The dramatized version of Gokusen is owned by Nippon TV. I am only borrowing its characters without prior authorization from the aforementioned entities for my own amusement. No profit is being made in the publishing of this story.

Summary: He has his moments...

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April 21: Chapter Title:

Theme: The cynic made no trouble

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To borrow a phrase: his spidey senses were tingling.

It started at the base of his spine, before racing up his spine to settle uncomfortably in his ears, making them tickle.

Sawatari Goro rubbed his ears and looked suspiciously in the general direction of Class 3-D. When his ears tingled, then it only meant that Class-3-D were up to no good.

He gave his ears one last rub and then strode out of the faculty room. He ignored that call of his name. It was troublesome, being always on alert. It would give him a complex, he was certain, or some time of health issue. Of course, that just spoke of his superior constitution that he was healthy and fit.

He was only slightly out of breath when he reached the corridor that led to Akadou's most notorious class. He ran a hand down his tie and then reached up to make sure his hair was smoothed down. He adjusted the glasses on his nose and then, with shoulders back and chin up, he walked down the hall.

It was easy to hear the racket going on inside the classroom through the door. Class 3-D was not making any attempt in keeping the noise down. There were several voices talking at once, their words indistinguishable. Then one voice rose above the rest, bringing order to the chaos.

"Okay, settle down, guys! We have to decide who is going to do what! Remember, we only have a month to collect the money. We don't want Tasuke to get evicted, right?"

"Right!"

"So we have to do our part and get that money, right?"

"Right!"

A cheer went up then. Their words washed over him, of their plans to keep out of trouble while they worked hard to earn money. They sounded enthusiastic and determined and it wasn't hard to imagine what their faces looked like. He touched the door and then took a step back.

He ran a hand down his tie and turned away from the door.