To Chase
Summary: AU. When you can't get the one you want, you have to move on.
Shikamaru sighed as he made his way towards his second period class, his most hated class out of all the curriculum: Gym A.
All they did was run track, play basketball, or play soccer in sleeveless, thin white P.E. shirts and almost indecently high bright red shorts!
To make it worse, the P.E. coach was after his ass!
He was an attractive man, tall and tanned skinned with a lean form.
He was just...annoying...and eventhough he was bisexual, Shikamaru would rather someone his own age. Getting involved with a teacher would be troublesome.
The ponytail wearing male cringed upon entering the gym for he had just been spotted by said coach.
Thankfully, the man ordered everyone to go outside.
Probably just wants to see us sweaty and flushed, perverted bastard, Shikamaru thought, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.
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Asuma stood in his usual position eyeing the clock on his wrist.
Hadn't Tsunade said he was going to be getting a new student?
He had been playing his cards cooly around her, so she'd probably send him another boy.
To be truthfully, he hadn't done anything horrible recently to earn a girl.
A girly - looking boy was enough!
Yawning a bit, he stretched for a moment as he watched his students.
When his eyes had begun to scan the boys for Shikamaru, his fiesty prey, he blinked when the doors of the gym opened and a someone stepped out onto the concrete.
Turning his head, he stared...and stared some more...and a little more...even when those blue eyes locked onto his brown ones.
"I - is this Gym A?" the male asked while his hands gripped the straps of the booksack on his back.
Asuma nodded, smirking lightly as he eyed the blond.
"I've seen you before," he murmured, but the blond shook his head furiously.
"No!" he exclaimed suddenly before biting his lip lightly. "We haven't met before..."
"I meant in a book somewhere..."
The blond's features were delicate, soft looking, but striking.
Maybe it was his eyes...
Asuma had never seen eyes so blue.
They immediately reminded him of the sky.
Maybe it was that rebellious hair of his?
The tanned man just wanted to run his hands through those haphazard locks...
"No... I'm sorry..."
Crap, the blond thought. The only reason he had come to this school was to get away from his fans. He didn't need someone recognizing him! He had been to schools all over Japan, but as soon as someone recognized him, they didn't leave him alone. He just... Sometimes, he just wanted to be left alone.
"I'll find out...And yeah, this is Gym A."
Hm, Asuma thought, still eyeing the blond. I guess it's time to move on.
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Shikamaru arched a brow as he looked towards the boy who had caught Asuma's attention.
He was...pretty cute...
The poor soul didn't even know what was going to happen to him...
Oh well, he thought. Atleast he's not going to come after me anymore. Troublesome.
Maybe... Maybe he could befriend the blond someday?
Because of him, Asuma was probably going to stop hitting on him, and for that, he was extremely grateful.