Written: 5/31/05
Words: 100; 100; 100
Rating: K+
Notes: A collection of drabbles I thought up while helping my mother pack up her room for the summer.
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Gojyo had no idea how the emerald-eyed man had done it, but he had. And now Gojyo was on all fours, taping plastic-wrapped books into bookshelves. "Tell me why we're doing this again?"
"The janitors wax over the summer and they can get... a little careless," Hakkai replied absently, going through his desk and discarding old papers. "Those books can easily be ruined."
"Why do I have to help?" Gojyo grumbled, rubbing his muscles.
"Well, because you love me, because it would take way too long to do this myself, and... you're taller than me."
"One friggin' inch"
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The
children came to pick up their final report cards around noon. Gojyo
sat behind Hakkai's desk and watched the teacher interact with his
students, giving a few of them going away hugs and good summer wishes.
Gojyo smiled and remembered just why he loved the brunette teacher in
the doorway.
He raised an eyebrow at one of the more flirtatious of the mothers. That little ho was hitting on HIS HAKKAI.
Gojyo idly wondered what she would think if she knew he was demon.
She fluttered her eyes and slipped some stupid line in about how he already had her number and was gone.
Hakkai laughed at Gojyo's expression.
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"I don't know how you do it," the redhead admitted as the two walked home together.
"Do what?"
"Teach! The kids are heathens, the pay bites... The job sucks, man."
"Well, I like the children, the pay's better than I've been paid, and if I didn't do it, who would? You?"
"Oh, gods, no."
Hakkai chuckled and entwined his fingers in Gojyo's. The two walked home in the fading twilight, comfortable silence between them.
"Besides..."
"Hmn?" Gojyo asked, looking over. Hakkai grinned back, the sunlight glinting off his monocle.
"The moms are super hot."
Gojyo chased Hakkai the whole way home.
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