Uchiha's Short Stories

A College Professors Proposal

A Madara X Choji short story that has been requested by gaaraz-dxck ................

It was the end of the day for Choji. He was a bit tired, and stressed on this paragraph he was writing.
The assignment Professor Madara had given the class to do since the beginning of the week. But due to Choji's  procrastination, and buildup of work from his other courses he had forgotten about the assignment up until the day it was due which was now.

Madara was currently sitting at his desk grading papers. A few students here, and there walked up handing there assignments had left. Choji looked up from his half fast paper, and sweat drops at the clock.

An hour has past by, and he is still not even close to finishing. On top of that his eyes traveled nervously over to Madara's  piercing dark orbs glaring back at him making Choji shrink in his seat.

All though Madara is sitting at his desk which is quite far from Choji's it still gave him chills. Chills of fear, and excitement. 'Wait excitement?' Choji questioned. It couldn't be. This guy was obviously to intimidating to have Choji feel any kind of excitement just fear, and dread that he is currently stuck in this class with a paper he cannot write to save his life.

"Are you almost done Choji? I would like to leave sometime today!" Madara questions with a hint of frustration, and tiredness in his tone.

The chair squeaks with Choji shifting. "(Cough) Uhh, yes sir. I'm uhh almost-"

He gets cut off by the snap of lead of his pencil breaking off. "Shit!" Choji stated clumsily getting into his backpack.

Madara sighs as he continues to grade the last paper of the day. Choji finds the pencil sharpener, sharpens his pencil, and continues to write. Well.. write, erase, and write again.

Madara puts his work neatly in his briefcase, looks up at the obvious distressed Choji, and makes his way coming up behind him.

Choji was to focused in finishing the assignment he didn't even notice The long haired raven. Madara takes that moment to look over, and read what Choji had written.

Rolling his eyes, "Times up boy!" Madara retorts making Choji jump in his seat slowly turning his his.

"Hand it over!" A bit demanding holding his handout looking at the paper then back to Choji's scared eyes.

"Oh! I didn't see you there." He laughs nervously shifting in his seat again.

"Come on I don't have all day!" Madara snatches the paper from Choji's hand. Holing it up he starts to read.

"It uhh..just needs adjustments it's not finished, and not that good!" Choji says sadly looking down.

"Clearly!" Madara bluntly states.

"Your writing is below par, the point of the story is not even written here which would've given you a passing grade to say the least, and!!" He points at the paper holding it up in Choji's face narrowing his eyes "It's written in pencil this is college boy not grade school who in there right mind would write in pencil? How old are you five? This is trash I would not pass this!" He continues plainly as he crumples the paper, and throws it over his shoulder.

Choji's lower region started to harden a bit as he looked Madara up, and down. From his dark orbs, nape of his neck, and broad shoulders. Only he could imagine what Madara's toned body looked under well fitted attire.

Which consisted of black slacks, and a button up long sleeve fitted shirt. Sleeves rolled up due to it being the end of the day but still suited him rather nicely. Choji's eyes trailed back up to the piercing dark orbs now very frustrated crosses his arms.