akane was known to be devoted to his fellow classmate and childhood friend , akane aoi — the irony of their names always being a topic — and everyone was aware of his hopeless attempts that were always rejected or taken as a friend like way . he always boasted that he ' d win her soon enough although those around him knew better .

     even when he was in love with an angel , why was he clinging onto a mere mortal that claimed they were his best friend ? why can he never get enough of their touch nor warmth ? he was addicted to the attention and comfort they provided . addicted to how they always made a move to soothe him despite his sullen look from being turned down or ditched once again .

     a girl knocked on the sliding door that lead to the student council room , excusing herself and announcing they were about to enter . she peeked in , catching a glimpse of the tuff of reddish-brown hair that belonged to her friend . she sent a smile his way , causing a dust of red to paint his cheeks once his head had been lifted away from the paperwork he handled and his eyes settled on her . he noted that her smile resembled that of an angel sent from above and the orange hue that poured in from the window opposite of the door colored her fair skin quite nicely , making sure to embed such a sight in his mind .

     she brought her hands together and slightly bowed , apologizing about her inability to walk home with him on this fine afternoon to accompany her daikon looking friend to a date at a newly found cafe by the street . he let out a sigh , waving her off and bidding her a fun time . originally , the boy wished to bring her there as a date also . after he was finished , he would pick her up from their classroom .

     but alas , the saying bros before hoes truly do come in clutch to ruin his precious agenda with his precious aoi .

⠀⠀he proceeded to continue his work , wanting to clear it in a jiffy and head out in hopes that he might catch the two friends still at their booth in the cafe . whilst he did so , the door slid open and two figures fully walked through the threshold , surprised to find the first year on his usual seat with only a few pilings of paper left in hold .

     the blonde of the two applauded him before sneaking in a backhanded compliment . he innocently smiled when an irk mark had appeared on the spectacled boy ' s forehead . " well , ( nickname ) , i hope you don ' t mind aoi - kun listening in on our discussion "

     the aforementioned chortled , " of course ! i ' m glad to be of help and i feel blessed to even be around such an awe presence likes yours , minamoto - senpai " their voice heightened in pitch , mimicking most female student ' s voices whenever speaking with the boy . " please stop . "

     " fuck you too . "

     their interaction seemingly irritated akane more , unsure if it was the high pitched voice or the use of swears . either way , it was related to his best friend and fellow underclassman of the student council president . minamoto motioned them to take a seat beside the redhead , reasoning and i quote " he might bite me for sitting next to him and he ' s nice to you " feigning innocence with his left eye closed and tongue poking out to the side even if he could punish the boy in more ways than one .

     plopping down , they delivered a quick pat to his head , afterwards turning to face their upperclassman to finally start the task they were given from a teacher . in the middle of their long talk , akane had already finished his work and instead of following through with his plan to ' coincidentally ' bump into his crush , he opted to stay to rest .

⠀⠀as he aimlessly stared out the window , watching the sun setting far off into the distance , his eyelids prominently became heavier . he stifled a yawn by hovering his palm over his mouth . reclining his head to the side , he placed himself on his best friend ' s shoulder which momentarily halted their conversation . his vision slowly faded into darkness , feeling a delicate hold move his head downwards .

⠀he guessed that the ( hair color ) adjusted him to rest on their lap  for a much more comfortable position before they resumed . to him , the words became muted chatter that lulled him to a much needed sleep , the hand that ran through his hair soothed the headaches , the fingers that combed the unruly strands to a tame state comforted him until he was out .

⠀" my vice president clings to you quite a lot huh ? " the president mused , cheek pushed against the back of his fingers , supporting his weight . they chuckled , " i suppose so "

fun fact !! both this and teru ' s oneshot are demos of plots i made for them :D