Titel: Jede Menge Herzchen
Fandom:
Gazette Pairing: Reita x Aoi
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fluff Disclaimer: I heard nothing ° _ ° b
story is an absolutely cruel trade. You've always hated it and never really understood its meaning. Who cares when some guy had lived, who had done something about it that someone else found quite wonderful and terribly great? Granted, many people. But do not. There are some things that you find exciting. Guitar playing. Clothes. Celebrations. For your sake and the love life of ants with a vertical sun. But certainly not history. And then you have found a lot of things that you can sell you 45 minutes eternal teaching of history. For example ...
"... Why do you scribbling hearts in your history book, Aoi?", But just because it comes from the side table and your blond neighbor looks at you with raised eyebrows.
Caught you cringe and can not prevent a slight tinge of pink gets your cheeks. What was Uruha always so terribly curious?
"So Boredom ", you mumble softly and give you all the trouble, Uruha not be considered. For alarmingly blond friend that you had your inexplicable gift of it to you to look at the nose tip, when you lie. Granted, it is not certain inexplicable, because you already know damn long. In the children you have tried to escape together and be miserably failed to cursing teachers with elementary school you still welded together more closely. Even your first kiss you have shared with the blonde. Experiment you have been always, Ohja.
And for these reasons it is not very surprising that pricks up Uruha just grinning into the page.
"You lie, Aoi-chan," he chuckled softly and pricks up again. Precaution, by the way he throws a look forward, but your old history teacher is there than in a monologue the French Revolution and lost their advantages and disadvantages. Immediately turned his attention back to you and he smiles knowingly.
"I know whom you think. Bet? "
He grins. You do not see it because you do still refuse to look at him, but you know he grins. You hear it in his tone and you want it just really hit him very much. But of course you do not.
"bet-containing, stupid", instead you just mumble quietly slipped away and a piece of you. Uruha is a good friend. Your best. But in moments like these, it is simply intolerable. He knows that and he finds it very funny and has not the dream that somehow remedy.
The ringing at the end of the day redeemed. Uruhas interest fades in milliseconds and he'll still ruffled through his hair before he scurries out of the class. Although her only five minutes of rest you had until the next hour, but that was truly the luck of smokers. Did not go without. But are you smiling, finally saved up Uruhas addiction before his curiosity.
But before you pack away your history of things can be the next person down beside you and wraps almost a little possessive arm around you. Without looking do you know who hugged you there just as loving. You'll know the Odor. Its smell, Reitas smell that seems so unique and lulling you, that you could spend hours lying motionless in his arms. But his voice breaks you out of your mind.
"Aww, Aoi-chan, how cute!" And now you want to sink into the ground, because his view is liable to the hearts in your history book. God, that was ... terribly embarrassing. More embarrassed than he was at Uruha. Why just had to see the Reita?
"But there still is missing something," he says with a grin and then his free hand grabs a pen from you and he starts herumzukitzeln in your book. And when you see what he paints there, all your shame is now gone. Laughing, you lean on him as he presses a kiss on your cheek. He really is a terrible macho and so incredibly confident about themselves. But that makes him sympathetic, in his own way because he seems to know to whom you thought in the hearts.
"Reita," is there in your history book. With a painted hearts around it. petite_ran
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