Picture Perfect (Fruity and Alexia) *Private

[fruity]

Still yawning, Mamoru walked out of his house, already with his sports uniform. His jacket was tied on his waist. Since the first class was sports, he didn't bother wearing the complete one. The school wasn't too strict at this rules, except for ceremonies, so he just walked lazily.

 

Realizing he just walked past Mizushima's house, he gave a middle finger towards the balcony he saw last night. The ladder was no longer there, huh? He was sorely tempted to tell someone else about this, but, oh right, he didn't have any close friends, or any friends who'd care for this kind of stuffs.

 

Mamoru stiffled his yawn as he walked towards the walking route. Maybe he should get a bicycle to get there quicker.

[alexia__]

Seiichi ran out of his house with a fruit in hand and a Black coffee can. He would definitely hate it if he was late but luckily he caught his dad in the drive way seconds before leaving.

Thankfully he didn't have to run to the train stations or anything and before he knew it he was in school.

"Thank you dad" he said as he closed the door.

His dad lowered the window and screamed "Hey Harvard! You forgot your tie!"

Harvard was the nick name Seiichi had from his father while his mother stuck to the more classical ones, he didn't bother the name was funny.

Looking down he noticed he had indeed forgotten it at home and gave his dad a forgetful shrug before smiling and going inside.

 

Without his tie he looked more carefree and a few of the girls made sure to point it out. Soon enough Seiichi was in class. He remembered that his own shared physical education with Yoshioka Mamoru's which wasn't exactly the highlight of his day.

Despite that he engaged in a light jog around the track and then picked up a soccer ball to kick around.

[fruity]

Mr. Kitano was the P.E. teacher. Mamoru was just about to run towards the goal when Kitano blew his whistle. "All students, come here! Separate boys and girls, I know your number is even so don't go hoping someone will get paired with girls, you boys! Now pair up!"

 

Kitano kept yelling some orders when Mamoru saw his classmates. Everyone sort of feared him. There was always one who was left for him, but someone apparently didn't come to the class, so that "sacrifice" now got a pair. Whatever, Mamoru could just skip this couple stretching exercise. However, when he saw at the other class' students, his eyes met with Mizushima's.

[alexia__]

Seiichi's hand went to his pocket while the other rested on the bridge of his nose "does he have to scream this" he tell himself as the group of guys from his class paired up. The girls were on the other side and without realizing it Seiichi had been left on the side.

There were some other guys that were still without a partner but he, in all honesty, did not want to get close to them.

His drifted and that when they came in contact with Yoshioka. He watched as the other stood there... with out a partner

"You've got to be kidding me" he whispered under his breath before Kitano screamed.

 

"Mizushima! find a partner"

"There's no one left sensei!" he replied still holding Yoshioka's gaze.

[fruity]

"Huh, so who's that I see in front of ya?!" Kitano yelled again, looking at his list. "Yoshioka isn't it? If you're going to ditch my class often, you gotta participate in those you actually go to! Pair up with that Mizushima!"

 

"Hold on---!" Did he not have any saying in this?! But Kitano had already moved his attention elsewhere. As hotblooded as Mamoru could be, he wasn't one to disobey someone who had nothing to do against him. Ditching class was another matter altogether, obviously. With disgruntled face, he walked towards Mizushima, scratching his neck. "You know what, let's just get this done," he said, pressing his back against Mizushima and linked their arms together. "I'm going to stretch you up first."

 

 

I can't find a picture right now but I hope you know which position this is xD

 

[alexia__]

Seiichi ticks his lips under his mouth before letting his air out "tss" was the sound that could be heard if someone was close enough.

 

'Did that sound perverted?' He asked himself as the other spoke.

He did not reply as they linked their arms together, their backs touching. Heat traveled to Seiichi and he was surprised to see how much bigger Mizushima was. At first it surprised him but before he could think about anything else he was being lifted up, his eyes landing on the blue sky above, a small gasp leaving his lips. It was beautiful. There he remained for some time until the other placed him down and then it was hit turn.

Seiichi wasn't as big as Matzushima but he wasn't weak exactly. With some effort he carried the other to his back and repeated the movements.

Calf stretch followed, Seiichi feed his arms and turned around waiting for Mazushimanto face him.

[fruity]

Mamoru heard the small gasp. Whatever, if he pulled the other until it hurt, it could be a channel to vent this irritation. Feeling like it, when it was his turn, he let his back stretched a few times then jumping overhead, bringing Mizushima with him and ended up in their first position. He huffed proudly as Mizushima removed himself from Mamoru.

 

There was nothing particular in the calf stretch though, and the routines continued until they heard Kitano's whistle.

 

"All right! Girls, go and check your running time, I'm counting on each class rep to take down notes. Boys, decide who wants red and white in your pair, then separate yourself. We're going to play soccer!" Kitano said aloud. "Red to my right and white to my left!"

 

"Red," Mamoru chose in the midst of chaos, separating himself from Mizushima.

 

In the P. E. class, Mamoru didn't really stand out though, so he blended himself easily in the midst of red crowd. There were still no one who talked to him, but he didn't make any proactive moves either, knowing how they ran to the other direction if he did. They were talking rumors, and he knew some of them must have been blown up. Well, nothing he could do to fix that, so maybe he would stay like this for another 2 years.

 

In the group, there were too many boys. They again separated themselves in two groups, who would be playing in two shifts. Mamoru got the first shift, and he wore his vest and walked to the field.

[alexia__]

Seiichi watched as the other back away and joined the red team. Which made it his signal to join the opposite team, this was the worst day ever. Having to run around was a complete waste of time to Seiichi and he could pull out a list of better things to do in less than a second.

 

The others were excited since it had been some time since the classes had competed and the spring festivals were still some time away. Since everyone was in a good mood, Seiichi decided to not be the rain of the crowd and just did as he was told. The one large team separated into a smaller division and Seiichi ended in the second one. His team did not end up going against his neighbors team but at one point he got caught watching the other run around swiftly, his movements quick and accented.

Seiichi had to admit the other was good even if he decided to not be the center of attention in the match. Without realizing it Seiichi's mind had completely left the game until a voice called him loudly, only then did he face forward to come face to face with a large soccer ball. The impact was quick but he fell back hitting his butt on the floor, his breath leaving his lungs, hot liquid running down his lip.

[fruity]

"Hey, who gave me that pass?!" the kicker yelled back, being panicked.

 

"I did," Mamoru said, fully knowing he made an ugly pass that threatened the player if only they didn't kick the ball at the right momentum to avoid injury. Well, they avoided injury, but it seemed the ball hit Mizushima hard. What a coincidence. That did well to make Mamoru chuckle though.

 

The other heard him chuckle and instantly gotten even more fearful towards that guy.

 

"Where's the health rep?! Bring Mizushima to the infirmary!" Kitano yelled.

 

"Don't bother," Mamoru said, removing his red vest and shoved it to the next person in the bench before walking towards the victim. "Oi Mizushima, if you're conscious, can you walk there yourself?" he asked. If Mizushima couldn't walk, obviously Mamoru was going to bring him there.

[alexia__]

His hand was placed bellow his chin where blood rested before dripping down.

'Disturbing' he says to himself.

Commotion spread through the students as they gathered to see what had happened. Quickly Seiichi's had went up t his nose to cover the scene, the public attention was embarrassing to him it had always made him anxious.

Quickly he came to his feet ignoring the demand of his own body to sit, dizziness impaired his vision but he continued to walk away from the others.

"I'm fine" he said bumping his shoulders with Yoshioka who was probably responsible for the extra attention like always. Seiichi did not bother to know who threw the ball, or why it hit him. All he cared for what to get out of there. The blood ran down his hand now as he walked towards the halls of the school.

"Bastard is so rude" he says to himself knowing how he wasn't any better.

[fruity]

Mamoru followed Mizushima. Clearly, the other didn't care much about him and in all honesty, the feeling was mutual. But Mamoru had a weird sense of responsibility towards people who actually spared time to talk to him, and Mizushime, despite all the thorns, was one of the few.

 

"Are you still okay there?" he asked with 3-4 steps away from Mizushima, pretending not to heard the rude comment.

[alexia__]

"Yes just peachy" he said sarcastically trying to hold the liquid in his hand. It was a bit gross to him which explained why he wasn't much into medicine to begin with. If he couldnt take him blood, imagine others.

He tried to ignore the fact that the other was still following him and then it reminded him that this one person knew more about him than anyone had done before.

 

"Why are you here?" He asked bluntly, but in reality Seiichi was curious. Here was this guy who he'd treated badly, ignore due to rumors and partically shown all sorts of nasty colors to making a possible action towards friendship.

[fruity]

"Aww, but didn't I the one who caused your cut lip?" Mamoru asked in a sickly sweet tone that he clearly didn't mean. Sighing, he scratched the back of his head. "It's a good excuse to skip," he added, now in his normal baritone voice. Not to mention that he was a bit guilty for laughing when the accident happened.

 

Making long strides, Mamoru approached Mizushima and looked at the face. "Still bleeding?" he asked, right when they arrived at the infirmary. Opening the sliding door, Mamoru went inside first then opened the cabinet. He was often treated here, so he memorized the aid's placements, including a bottle of distilled water that Sugimoto-sensei often kept there. He knew also that the teacher wouldn't be around for the first schedule of the day.

 

"The meds should be right there, and this is free to drink," he said before going to the door again, meaning to get out of the cramped place.

[alexia__]

"I'm not your ticket out of class! " he snapped back before stating that he was bleeding but not as much as before.

 

He watched the other move around slightly amazed at the fact that he knew where everything was. Maybe he was around this place, considering that he was always fighting one would assume he would eventually need treatment. Seiichi grabbed a tissue from a box nearby and placed two long strips in his nostlist. The whole order made him look like a walrus but he had to stop the bleeding. Then he cleaned his hand and washed the rest.

 

"You know this place because you're always here... why do you get into so many fights?" He asked bluntly. There had to be a reason, was the other angry at the world? Or perhaps he was acting as a hero?

[fruity]

Mamoru's eyebrow arched up upon the question. "That's none of your business," he said, returning Mizushima's words back at him. Mamoru was a simple guy, he didn't like to be asked 'why'. If he wanted to defend someone, he would. If he wanted to punch at the aggressor, he would.

 

Besides, it would be stupid to answer with lame reasons, such as how he liked the attention. That when someone came after him for a fight, he was noticed and not ignored, or avoided. Even though he also knew that it only fueled how others avoided him, but he couldn't help but to relish on the simple, short-lived feeling of being acknowledged.

 

But those weren't Mizushima's business. Glaring at the irritating guy, Mamoru went outside the infirmary to go to his favorite rooftop.

[alexia__]

A gush of wind left Seiichi's lips as the other left.

"Who do you think you are?" He murmured returning the attention to his nose "bastard, this day sucks, everything sucks"

He wasn't one to grow angry easily but with this guy there were different standards. After cursing his lightly for some time, he disposed of everything gathered his stuff and went home. It's not like he needed to stay there now and worse of all he hated the uncomfortable feeling in his nose.

 

Once a lt home he headed up stairs and threw the window open to let some air come in. From the open glass he could see the others window.

"I should let a bird get in there" he murmured curling under the cold blanket. In his mind he had officially titled Mamoru Yoshioka a delinquent, an ass, and now he could happily add in trash.

Soon after making that checklist Seiichi feel asleep, sun coming in through the window.

[fruity]

There was nothing to do but to sleep through the day. Mamoru visited the classroom to pick his bag, and then he went home by train, the fastest way possible. Not fighting made his body felt sluggish, but he wasn't one to start a fight out of nowhere. Even training his physique only happened to not be bullied by others. He already lost counted which was the chicken and egg between the two, and he didn't really care.

 

Ah, why couldn't he get something like subordinate? He was pretty sure his face wasn't that scary... Or was that precisely the problem? He didn't look intimidating enough to gain himself a lackey?

 

While thinking some ridiculous stuffs, he went home, ate dinner with the family, then retreated to his room to play some games. There were fighting and racing games that he wanted to do against someone, but his sister absolutely refused to play the boys game if he didn't play doll house with her in return. Being manipulative from a young age, how scary. Mamoru wondered where she got that from. If not from Mother, it must be from Father.

 

Falling asleep in the middle of the game, he realized that someone had put the blanket as he woke up at dawn. He didn't feel cold, but still moving towards the bed. His eyes flew towards the window, thinking how he should close the curtain. Then again, nah. He didn't like Mizushima, but he didn't care that much either.

 

He woke up lazily, yawning on his way to school. It was still early in the term so there was no tests for now. Only half listening to the teacher, he nodded off in his desk.

[alexia__]

It would've been a great excuse to say that it was the cold breeze that woke him. The great feeling of nature or whatever it was that people said.

But it wasn't. Seiichi couldn't recall the time all he remembered was receiving a few messages on his phone causing the ringtone to go off loudly in the quiet dark room. The first message was blank probably sent by mistake then came the other two. It revealed a message then a period as if the sender forgot to add it to his lovely message.

 

It's not as if they had been dating, where they ever? He questioned himself. Seiichi started seeing this guy sometime back, he had been straight but thought Seiichi was cute enough for a try. After 6 months of sex and what would now be questionable dates one would assume a solid relation ship

 

"Seems I'm straight after all, let's end it"

 

"."

 

'How honest' thought Seiichi his eyes becoming teary from the light of the phone in the darkness of the room. He told himself he wasn't crying it was simply the light, the way he woke up all of the sudden, but it wasn't.

"Fine" he clicked the

DELETE

Section and the contact disappeared from his phone.

'How fitting' he thought before placing his warm flushed cheek in a cold wet pillow. He did not go back to sleep after that