Disclaimer: Gakuen Heaven and its characters are property of SPRAY and Takahashi Natsuko.

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Kaoru found he did not care for sherbets. Rather, he did not care for learning the difference between a sherbet and a sorbet. It did not help that the pronunciation for both sounded the same to his ears, which of course was made worse by Omi's speech that was slightly impaired by the sorbet he was consuming.

No, sherbet. It was the sweeter, ice cream substitute that Omi seemed to be thoroughly enjoying while he spoke. Omi leaned back in his computer chair as he lost interest in the topic himself, eating the concoction with the social grace of someone trying to work his last nerve, namely someone they call King. The student council brought this unwelcome annoyance, and Omi seemed to be taking his time in making it go away. Omi held the spoon like a popsicle stick, occasionally swiping at the raspberry sherbet with his tongue before it melted, though Kaoru had no doubt Omi's fingers were a sticky mess by now.

"Omi." the auburn-haired teen crossed his arms. "What point does what you're eating have to do with the letter he sent?"

"You did ask why he would think of you as sherbet. I simply brought up the point he might have confused a sorbet with a sherbet." Omi grinned through veiled eyes, holding up the note that was affixed to the tub of ice cream with a free hand. The reappearance of Niwa's nearly illegible handwriting made Kaoru shake his head. He waved a hand in irritation at Omi and stepped out of reach.

"I don't see how I could be compared to anything sweet."

"He does have a point, Kaoru." Omi turned his chair back to his computer, scooping a bit more from the tub before putting the spoon in his mouth. He began to work idly at the algorithm in front of him, patiently waiting for his information to be processed.

"I'm not cold." Kaoru stated firmly, crossing the room to stand behind Omi's chair.

Omi removed the spoon with a wet popping sound. He held up the spoon to Kaoru's face, half-melted ice cream still on the utensil. Kaoru made a face and edged away from it. Omi grinned and turned his chair to face him, pushing the spoon closer to Kaoru's lips. "There's more to ice cream than being cold."

"Sorbet."

"Sherbet." Omi could not help but laugh, Kaoru's protests only strengthening his resolve to make him try it. "Differences or no, the flavors for both are very sharp. There is a lightly bitter tinge to them, but that is the best part. Too much at once could be a shock to your system."

"I don't want to try it." Kaoru held up a hand. "That's disgusting."

Omi was unmoved. "Just a little bit. Once the bite goes away, it's almost sweet."

"Omi," Kaoru took the spoon from Omi's grasp and tossed it into the trash bin. "Get rid of it and quit fooling around. We have work to do." He went back to his desk, licking at the melted ice cream that managed to transfer from the spoon to his fingers before meeting its demise in the trash. "Wash your hands."

"As you wish, Kaoru." Omi answered with a noncommittal shrug as he stood and carried the tub of ice cream out of the room.

Omi had to admit, the forgery was impressive. Nakajima most likely learned it out of necessity instead of amusement, he was certain that a few of the expense forms were not completed by solely Niwa. He could assume in this case that with the excitement over Ito-kun over, boredom had gotten the better of Niwa and Najakima went for the quick distraction.

He smirked as he deposited the sherbet into his refrigerator; it was surprising how much Nakajima recalled from their last stint out together. Using sherbet was a nice touch, though Omi himself would have gone for something else…