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Akito Shinonome fucking hated school.
Everything about it was absolute ass. Dragging yourself out of bed and getting ready just to spend over half of your day nodding off in class, getting about an hour of free time at most , getting closer to the end of the school day and freedom only to end up drowning in homework, rinse and repeat. Every fucking day. Every fucking week. All for Akito to get subpar grades in all his subjects anyway. What was the point, honestly? He’d rather be practicing singing, or watching YouTube, or hanging out with Touya, but he was left studying even in his supposed “free time”.
Touya, on the other hand, seemed to quite enjoy school. Akito couldn’t even begin to understand why, but from what he’d gathered it had something to do with Touya being away from his dad for extended periods of time. The dual haired boy was a diligent student, too, with fairly high grades and a decent reputation, particularly amongst the teachers. Touya was smart, and he was good at studying. Akito was neither of those things, but his stupidly responsible and faithful boyfriend was convinced that he could be doing much better in school if he’d just study a little more often.
Unfortunately for Touya, though, he’d never been able to figure out how to force Akito to do any of his godforsaken schoolwork.
Until now.
Akito slammed his head onto the desk in his bedroom with a thud, sending a few papers fluttering to the floor. He could hear Touya sigh and lean down to collect the stray paper and place them in a neat little pile back on the desk.
“Why are you doing this to me? I thought you loved me.” Akito’s voice was a little muffled, because, well, his face was pressed into the desk. Touya laughed and ruffled his hair lightly.
“I do love you. That’s precisely why I am doing this.”
“You’re cruel. Too cruel.” Akito picked his head up from the desk with a weary groan and stared at the worksheet in front of him in distaste. Touya, the sly bastard, had come up with an embarrassingly efficient way to control Akito. You may be wondering what exactly Touya was doing to cause poor Akito such agony. Well, boy did Akito have some fucking news for you.
Touya was refusing to kiss him.
Cruel. That’s what it was. Simple, annoyingly efficient, and plain cruel. Akito thought back to about an hour and a half ago, when his life was still worth living. It was a peaceful Saturday morning, with Touya and Akito sitting in the latters room talking about nothing in particular. At some point in their idle chatter, Akito had complained about an upcoming math exam, gesticulating wildly and using a few more expletives than was probably necessary. Touya, being the ever responsible student that he was, offered to help Akito study for it. It had taken a few minutes of grumbling, but eventually Touya won.
After completing exactly one math problem, Akito dropped his pen, heaved a sigh and turned to his boyfriend.
“This shit is gonna kill me. Can you revive me with a kiss or somethin’?”
“No.”
“...Eh?”
Akito felt a hand on his shoulder and jolted back to the present. He sighed for what was probably the twenty-fifth time that hour and picked up his pen.
“You’re nearly done, Akito. You’ve only got two more questions to go, and you’re doing really well.”
“Just one kiss? Please? One won’t kill you, right?”
“Akito…”
“I haven’t kissed you since like… Last night. How fucked is that?”
“Do two more questions, then I’ll reconsider.” Touya took his hand from Akito’s shoulder and pointed at the paper on the desk. “You know how to do these ones, right?”
“...Uh,” Akito blinked dumbly and sorted through his foggy memory of his recent math classes. “It’s like, uh, y equals whatever the last number in the equation is, right? Because of all the zeros or whatever?”
“Mhm. You’re not as dumb as you think, you know.”
Akito flushed. “Shut up.”
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Around fifteen minutes later, Akito could finally say that he’d finished his work. He slammed the pen on the desk, stood up and turned to Touya triumphantly.
“I fuckin’ did it. And you said I got ‘em all right. Gonna tell An to suck it after I ace this exam.”
Touya laughed softly and grabbed Akito’s wrist, gently tugging him down to sit next to him on the bed. His eyes dropped to Akito’s lips and flicked back up. Akito got the hint pretty quickly. Touya would be worried if he didn’t, given all of the complaining he’d put up with for the last two hours.
Any remaining thoughts of the constant complaints, or any upcoming math exams, or any hypothetical grumbling An’s were wiped from Akito’s mind the instant the distance between them closed. Akito sighed happily into the kiss, every nerve in his body screaming something along the lines of fucking finally holy shit . He looped his arms around Touya’s waist as Touya tangled a hand in Akito’s ginger hair, pulling him even closer. Touya pulled away and muttered a soft “I’m proud of you,” before immediately resealing the two boys’ lips.
Akito would
not
be getting used to studying under the threat of not getting any kisses, absolutely not, but he could admit that the reward at the end of it all was kind of nice.