"Psst."
Roxas didn't react.
"Hey, I need your notes."
Silence.
The redhead leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "So you are still giving me the silent treatment."
"What did you expect?" Roxas hissed, not even allowing himself to turn his head to the left. "After what you just did."
"That's why you're mad at me?" he asked. "Come on, Roxas. It was just a kiss."
"Um, I don't know if you noticed, but guys don't say that to each other."
"Um, I don't know if you noticed, but they just did."
"Will you just shut up? I'm trying to work."
"I can't work if you don't give me your notes."
There was a moment of silence. Finally, Roxas pulled out his notes and threw them across the aisle at Axel. They almost hit him in the face in their sudden flight.
At the desk in the front of the room, Saïx looked up sharply. And, naturally, the first word he said was:
"Detention."