As he listened to the the other student, Hatori couldn’t help but begin thinking of just how nice he looked, and by “nice,” he meant hot. A light blush crept across his cheeks at the thought, and by shaking his head, he hoped to shake said thoughts from his mind.

Once Hiroki finished speaking, Hatori nodded and was soon distracted by new thoughts about how stunning his voice alone was. He nearly walked into his new acquaintance due to the fact that he was distracted by what was playing in his head.

Quickly apologizing, he looked up from where his eyes were previously locked on the books. At that moment, an idea came to him, nearly smacking itself across his face.

Seeing as Hiroki was into reading and literature, and seeing as Hatori had a paper due the following week about a well-known author, why not ask for some assistance?

Clearing his throat, making the older student stop and glance over. Catching his eye and briefly holding his gaze, the blush that had finally faded from his cheeks came back, lighter than the last time, but still there.

“I have a question,” he began, his eyes everything quickly, “I have a paper due next week for one of my classes about a well-known author of our choosing, and I was wondering if you’d be interesting in helping me, seeing as you’re quite find of reading, and would probably know a thing or two yourself. You don’t have to, if you don’t have the time, or don’t want to, but if you could please consider…”

As his final words trailed off, he mentally cursed himself for doing this, the only reason behind it, being that he wanted to spend some more time with this male that made him flustered.

The elder student had gotten so caught up in his rant about literature that he hadn’t even noticed exactly how long he’d been rambling for. He often got like this, so much so that his friends (or rather, friend, considering Akihiko was pretty much the only one) had learned to not get him started on the subject unless they were in the mood for hearing a considerabley long rant. The younger student’s question snapped him out of his epiphany, though.

“An paper?” he repeated, gazing down at the books in his arms as he thought the request over. “Well, I’d definitely be able to help, especially if it’s a well-known author…I’ve got some work to do after school today, but how about this weekend? My parents are out of town for a wedding of their friend’s, so my house will be empty and quiet so that we can study well. Would that be alright?”

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I’ll say.

What’s worse is you’re not the first duplicate of myself I’ve discovered on here.

marshalleethevampking:

askhiroki:

marshalleethevampking:

askhiroki:

-slumps back into chair- Could summer get here any slower? I’ve got so many damn essays to grade…

-Suddenly bursts through the door-

oh hey

you

do you have any olives

this is fucking urgent

like were having a mayday here with police cars and alarms and shit

olives

-eyes widen, turning around in his chair suddenly- What the— who the hell are you?!

-Saunters in, wagging his finger nonchalantly-

that is irrelevant

we dont need stupid questions about identities right now

this is a matter of the utmost importance

time is of the essence

believe me

i know

time is a crazy ride full of kinks and furries and gray people with horns and smuppets and a severe lack of apple juice and also olives

like seriously one can get tired of time i promise

anyways know what is relevant right now

mother

fucking

olives

where do you keep those bad boys

What the fuck are you talking about?! You’re crazy! -fumbles around for phone- I’m calling the police!

marshalleethevampking:

askhiroki:

-slumps back into chair- Could summer get here any slower? I’ve got so many damn essays to grade…

-Suddenly bursts through the door-

oh hey

you

do you have any olives

this is fucking urgent

like were having a mayday here with police cars and alarms and shit

olives

-eyes widen, turning around in his chair suddenly- What the— who the hell are you?!

-slumps back into chair- Could summer get here any slower? I’ve got so many damn essays to grade…

astropolice:

I’ve always wanted to try this. Questions, TMIs, anonasks, anything and everything, come at me bro.

asknowaki:

askhiroki:

Hiroki knew better than to shrug off his suspicion so easily simply because Nowaki had disregarded it as nothing, especially from past experiences. He also wasn’t so dense as to be oblivious as to what it could be, and he suspected that the vague idea he had would be correct, considering how, well…protective Nowaki was of him. For the moment though, he let it go, not wanting to spend the rest of the time before Nowaki went to work arguing, or whatever lingering on the subject would lead to. He appeared only slightly flustered at the kiss, but made no move to protest. “Y-yeah,” he said, followed by another low mumble which brought up the hiding blush in his cheeks.

“Did you say something, Hiro-san?” Nowaki asked, glancing over at Hiroki as he went to open his lunch.  When the man didn’t respond, he just smiled and went about his task.  ”Either way, I’m sure that man found you to be one of the best teachers he’s ever seen, Hiro-san.  You really do deserve more credit than you get.  You always work so hard…” He broke apart his disposable chopsticks and dug in, still smiling.

Hiroki looked a bit bashful as he opened his box and started to eat his own food. “I guess, I mean it’s nice to hear that once in a while I suppose, but it just feels a bit strange.” He turned his chair to face Nowaki and crossed his legs, poking at his food. “I’m sure you must get that at work all the time, though.”

asknowaki:

askhiroki:

asknowaki:

askhiroki:

Both Hiroki and his evaluator looked up at the taller man, each with their own expressions of surprise and increasing amusement. The suited one stood up, and though it was clear that the other was taller than he, it didn’t stop him from looking straight into the face of the other and speaking somewhat challengingly. “Well now, do forgive me. I didn’t mean to interrupt you and your friend here, Professor,” he said, referring to Hiroki though he didn’t take his eyes off Nowaki, his voice souring in tone as he continued, ”Though, I wasn’t really the one interrupting.”

“Uh, Nowaki,” he started warily, feeling the obvious tension from the younger man. “we were trying to just have a discussion about my teaching.”

“I’m sorry, Hiro-san,” Nowaki said with a warm smile.  It was genuine, since he was looking at Hiroki instead of his evaluator.  “I just feel as if he’s going in circles at this point, and you really do have a lot to do.  I just don’t want you to skip out on lunch again.  I won’t be home to make supper tonight…” He glanced at the evaluator before going to the couch again, gently setting their lunches down.  “Do continue, sir.”

The man poked out his lips in thought before shaking his head with a smirk and speaking. “Well, nah.” He shook his head and stuck his hands in his pockets. “Your buddy’s right, I’ve kept you long enough already,” he said, walking off to the door and opened it to leave, but not before turning back for a moment and adding in a low voice, “I hope to see you again, Professor.” With that, he smirked once more at the two of them and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Hiroki stared at the door for a few seconds after it had shut, but then shook his head and turned back in his chair to look at Nowaki, who remained standing beside him. “What was that about?”

Nowaki watched as the man left, an uncharacteristic glare on his face.  As soon as Hiroki asked him that question, though, it turned into a smile.  ”It doesn’t matter anymore, Hiro-san.  Why don’t we just have lunch?  I have work in three hours, after all…” He went over to the couch and picked up their lunches before taking the chair from Miyagi’s desk and moving it over to sit next to Hiroki.  Before he opened either of them, though, he leaned forward and kissed Hiroki lightly on the lips.  ”I love you, Hiro-san.”

Hiroki knew better than to shrug off his suspicion so easily simply because Nowaki had disregarded it as nothing, especially from past experiences. He also wasn’t so dense as to be oblivious as to what it could be, and he suspected that the vague idea he had would be correct, considering how, well…protective Nowaki was of him. For the moment though, he let it go, not wanting to spend the rest of the time before Nowaki went to work arguing, or whatever lingering on the subject would lead to. He appeared only slightly flustered at the kiss, but made no move to protest. “Y-yeah,” he said, followed by another low mumble which brought up the hiding blush in his cheeks.