Chemistry:
Pairing/Main Focus: TsukasaTsukushi
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Domyoji Tsukasa stretched his arms and yawned loudly. He hated chemistry; what was the point of it? It was basically a mishmash of useless information, certainly nothing the future owner of the Domyoji Conglomerate would need to know. After all, you didn't make money balancing equations or memorizing the entirety of Avogadro's number. Mr. Miyamoto, the bow-legged and aging chem. teacher, eyed Tsukasa sternly before continuing with his lecture. Tsukasa stared levelly back at him. The old man should be thanking him for coming to class; this was only the fifth time he visited the lab this year.
Tsukasa propped his head on his hand and exhaled deeply through pursed lips. Why did he come to class, he wondered. Makino, he decided. She always hated how he and F3 constantly skipped their classes. Still, he argued, why did he choose chem., of all classes, to attend? Why not something more interesting? Like... Well, like English or something. At least then Makino would be with him.
Mr. Miyamoto switched the topic to the different types of chemical bonds and reactions, immediately catching Tsukasa's attention. He liked hearing about bonds and reactions.
What kind of bond would he and Makino be? Well, it'd definitely have to be something strong. After all they went through, it was obvious that no solvent (Hanazawa Rui? Domyoji Kaede? Okawahara Shigeru?) would ever be able to dissolve (or separate) the two. They'd be a molecular bond, he reasoned. Like NaCl. Strong. He liked that.
What kind of reaction would they be? Certainly combustion. Whenever Makino was around, sparks flew. Their tempers collided and an explosion could certainly be expected. But what metal would they be... ? Makino could be the gas, Tsukasa smirked. She was more than airy enough. But what metal...
Iron? Tin? Mercury? No, not mercury, that was more like a liquid...
In the front of the class, Mr. Miyamoto was cautioning the class of looking directly into the next reaction. The intensity of the light (resulting from the combustion of the two substances) was known to be able to denature certain eye proteins. The lights were dimmed, and still Tsukasa looked on distractedly. He was somewhat preoccupied with thoughts of his metallic self.
However, deep brown eyes widened slightly as the entire room was illuminated by a sudden blast of light. Exactly, he crowed. He'd be magnesium. When he, the metal magnesium, was united with the gaseous Makino, the resulting glow was simply blinding.