A/N: This is fluffy anime-style one-shot. I don't really know that much about real Japanese school system or homes nowadays. Characters are 14 years old, since they are in the last year of junior high school.

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Natsuo sighed deeply, let his book fall on his chest and crossed his arms behind his head. Why did they have to study English anyway? And why wasn't just being able to speak it well enough that you were understood enough? He really hated all these grammar rules. And spelling! They could have just pronounced everything the same way it was written.

But it was the last year of junior high school. He couldn't let one awful grade ruin his chances of getting to a high school of his choosing.

"Hey, Kousuke." He nudged his classmate and – pleasant warmth spread over his body at the thought – his boyfriend with his foot. "You were supposed to help me study for the English test."

Kousuke was bilingual – his mother worked in an international company and spoke fluent English also at home -, so their parents had allowed him to stay over for the weekend to couch Natsuo. They didn't know their children were in a relationship, though.

Kousuke moved a little away from where he was sitting on the floor and leaning against Natsuo's bed, his eyes still glued on the basketball match on the small TV in the room.

Natsuo frowned, abandoned his book completely and climbed down from the bed.

Kousuke just moved a little to the side again as his field of vision was partially blocked.

Natsuo followed him and this time carefully removed Kousuke's glasses.

"Why did you do that?" Kousuke asked, now finally keeping his eyes on his boyfriend. "I can't see very well without them."

Natsuo just kissed him. Still a little clumsy, still a little shy, but he liked to at least think he was getting better in this.

"Oh..." Kousuke slowly breathed out.

Natsuo grinned. "Now that I got your attention, help me with studying!"

"Can't I finish this match first? You know how much I love basketball."

Of course he knew. Kousuke had already been in the school basketball team when they had become friends on the first year. Natsuo liked to play sometimes too, but was nowhere in the same level of dedication as Kousuke was.

He punched Kousuke's arm softly before giving his glasses back. "You're recording it anyway. We can watch it later."

They were expected to study at least till dinner, and Natsuo really was going to do it. He didn't want to fail his English tests. But after dinner...

They'd cuddle and watch that match together. Maybe they'd be able to sneak into bathroom without his parents noticing and take a bath together too. And although a futon was already waiting for Kousuke, still rolled up in the corner of Natsuo's room, they'd definitely share the bed.

Kousuke noticed how his companion had gone off to a dreamland and brought him back with another kiss. "You were blushing. What were you thinking about?" he asked teasingly.

Natsuo averted his eyes, the red on his cheeks deepening slightly. "Nothing much."

"Uh huh."

Natsuo gave him a sideways grin. "I just wish there would be more "study sleepovers" like this."

Kousuke squeezed his shoulder gently. "Me too."