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Twenty-Seven
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"Eiyahh!!" Shun reeled back into his pillow with a
high-pitched scream, his left hand swinging up and catching Suka square in the
jaw. Shun wouldn't even let Hasukawa finish the L-word before he decided
to do them both the favor of turning off Suka's lights. Shun's erratic
breathing slowed a bit as Kazuya made a small noise and fell forward, head
swimming through unconsciousness. Satisfied that the punch did the job,
Shun struggled to push his crazy-ass roommate off him, barely managing to roll
him off to his left. Shun was once a bit heavier, but not really
for breath, he swung his legs over the edge of the bunk and jumped down to the
floor.
It had to be drugs. Poor Hasukawa had gotten
himself caught up with a dealer! They would pay for the injustice
committed upon dear Suka-chan! Er. . . Shun
stood in the middle of the room, his extended-into-the-air index finger having
gone lax as reality kicked back in. Suka was too smart for drugs – well,
he did drink despite his ulcer, but he didn't do drugs.
Turning back to look up at the higher bunk, he saw
Kazuya's still, prostrate form. Grimacing, Shun felt at his slowly
darkening knuckles and shook his hand in the air as the sharpness of Suka's jaw
caught up with him. "Ow," Shun
mumbled, blowing on his hand. He had clocked Kazuya pretty hard, the boy
unmoving in his "sleep." Instantly regretting his actions, Shun
clapped his hands together and bowed his head.
"Forgive me Suka-chan, it was for your own good."
Shun was well aware of the difference between the Hasukawa he'd put to bed last
night and the one who blitzed him this morning. Much more, he was even more
aware that they typically didn't wake each other up with contact better
reserved for couples in love. Why had he felt like he'd read this in one of his
shoujo mangas? Oh well, he thought with a forced shrug as he crawled back up onto
the bunk. He winced as he turned Hasukawa onto his back, the bluish mark
on his mouth growing larger.
"Kami, Suka-chan, I didn't
think I hit you that hard," he
said plainly, cautiously touching the bruise. He pulled his hand back as
Hasukawa groaned in his slumber, making Shun fret a little more. This was
never a Saturday he envisioned waking up to. Suka's affections were, at
most, scary as all get out.
". . . He even kissed
me. . ." Rubbing his forehead, Shun sighed and climbed down to the floor.
He hugged himself as he looked to the clock, the cold floor and three displayed
digits giving him a satisfying reminder of just how early in the morning it
was. Damnit, why did he have to do that?
Shun shook his head, stray strands of hair ticking at his face before he swept
his hand back through the pink locks. He suddenly felt queasy as he took
a seat on his own bed, the incident serving as a perfect reminder as to what he
was thinking above less than twelve hours ago.
Damnit! He was fuming
inside, why did Suka have to be an idiot and suffer massive brain damage? Shun
bit his lip, unsure of whether he wanted it to be brain damage or not. What if
by some miraculous happening, Suka had in fact fallen in love with him?
in thought, not . . . not that I'm in
love with him.
"Courier New";color:black'> Right?
I'm not, right?
"Courier New";color:black'> C'mon,
I'm asking here, right?
Rubbing his eyes this time, he dutifully reminded himself
that he'd just got up and his brain was still a little wacky from the surprise
that molested him that morning. Thinking so heavily wasn't his strong
point when he got up with the rays of the sunlight. First a clobbering by the
bed frame and now a belting from Shun himself. If now wasn't a time to see Hiro, Shun
didn't see there ever being one. It was either the advice of a medical
professional or the advice of his upperclassmen. A tough question indeed.
What happens next? :
[Shun checks with the sempais.]
– Go to Chapter Twenty-Four (
[Shun runs to
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