Title: School Is So Totally In
Universe: Digimon Frontier
Rating: PG-15
Character/Pairing/s: Kokuya
Word Count: 898
Summary: "Happy Easter, by the way," he said when they pulled apart for breath, pointing at the humongous egg on Takuya's desk. Takuya didn't even glance at it, "Sugar later, kisses now." Set as if they were mid-teens, post Digi-world.
Disclaimer: If Digimon were mine, I would have already funded research into the possibility of there actually being a Digital World. As such, I do not own Digimon nor any of the characters therein.

An incredibly large chocolate egg was placed on his desk, perched neatly in between his pencil case and his History folder. It was very much in danger of falling until quick, pale hands placed Toblerones like stabilisers around it to keep it upright.

Takuya shot up from where he was scribbling reasons why he shouldn't have been throwing paper aeroplanes in class and stared, openly shocked, at the smirk the boy in front of him was sporting.

At the front of the room, his teacher was also staring at Kōji, but probably because he was in the wrong school and he'd just interrupted a detention. The fact that he'd brought gifts was beside the point.

"I thought we were going out for lunch, but apparently you have other plans," he said smoothly, sitting on the desk next to Takuya's as if he owned it.

Takuya's eyes flickered to his shocked teacher before he mumbled, "I may have, but that doesn't mean you had to come find me."

Kōji grinned rather deviously. Takuya tried not to wince.

"Takuya, do you remember the last time you got a detention when we were supposed to be having lunch together?" he asked, loud enough for the teacher to hear. This time Takuya did wince.

He mumbled a reply, and Kōji's grin widened. The boy was positively wicked when he wanted to be; why he didn't possess the Spirit of Darkness, only god knew.

"Speak up, Takuya."

"You made me take you tehmmmbbmmmnnn..."

"I didn't quite catch that, did you say-"

"I said you made me take you to a cosplay convention dressed up as a Neko!" he yelled, frustrated, before remembering where he was.

His head shot up again to stare at his teacher, who was staring at the two of them with "absolute confusion" written on her face in bold letters. She packed up her things, declared Takuya dismissed and promptly scurried out of the room.

Takuya's head hit his desk, shaking the abnormally large egg with the movement.

"Every teacher in the school is going to know I'm weird by the time you're done with me," he whined, lifting his head and beginning to tear up his reasons sheet.

"Seriously, as if it isn't bad enough that- KŌJI WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

Kōji, as it turned out, was straddling Takuya rather possessively in his chair.

"Takuya, by the time I'm done with you, you will be ruined for every other human being on this planet," he purred.

Takuya was nearly in tears; having boys straddle him in his desk at school was a fantasy strictly to be left in the confines of his mind, not acted out in broad daylight.

"I liked you better in the Digital World; you used your brain back then!" he cried, leaning back as far as possible.

Kōji quickly stood from his position and backed up a couple of desks, sitting on the one he came to when he stopped, cross-legged.

With two rows separating them, Takuya realised that Kōji's eyes looked wounded, even if his face had reverted back to its "stranger danger" mask; the same one he'd used when they'd first been in the Digital World...

He jumped to his feet and rushed over to the other boy, hugging him close.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it that way, I- are you laughing or crying?" He pushed Kōji away by the shoulders to see the other boy positively shaking with mirth.

"You're so sensitive, Takuya. For a fire wielder you sure are-"

And for the first time in their relationship, Takuya kissed Kōji to shut him up instead of the other way around.

Kōji uncrossed his legs slowly, hesitantly, and Takuya pulled him forward and deepened the kiss, smiling into Kōji's lips as the other responded with enthusiasm.

He completely forgot where he was; there was only Kōji, and Kōji was all that mattered anyway, so what the hell did it matter if someone walked in on them right now?

"Oh my GOD!" screamed a girl who had just walked into the room.

Takuya turned his head to look at the door, just forward and on the far right side of the room from him, and blinked slowly.

"Takuya- you- he- what-" spluttered his classmate, her cheeks rosy with embarrassment over what she'd walked in on.

"It's exactly what it looks like," he replied tactlessly, although discreetly removing his hands from inside Kōji's shirt.

She blushed further and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

"She's probably off to tell her friends," Kōji said calmly, waiting for Takuya to freak out and drag him away from the scene of the crime as per usual.

Instead; "I," Takuya kissed his forehead, "don't," he kissed the tip of his nose, "care," he kissed his mouth, immediately deepening it and leaning into Kōji a bit more.

Kōji smiled into the kiss; the other boy had finally decided that he didn't care what anyone else thought.

"Happy Easter, by the way," he said when they pulled apart for breath, pointing at the humongous egg on Takuya's desk.

Takuya didn't even glance at it, "Sugar later, kisses now."

He ignored the quiet giggles that came from both doors of the classroom and the windows into the hallway and leaned back in.

He didn't even hear the bell ring for class to start.

An update you say? WHAT MADNESS IS THIS?

I have lost the ability to write anything remotely worth your time; all I can think of is angst, and I really don't want to ruin a perfectly fluffy story with depression.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!

... Expect some form of smut the next time I post something.

Trivia

Did you know that, in my mind at least, Koji and Takuya haven't actually done anything past kissing yet?