Some Things Stay the Same

4: I Want to Know This Side you Keep Hidden

January 24, Tuesday

Katsuki finds that he feels most entertained when with Akatani, now officially dubbed Yamikumo after seeing that the little terror reacts to it most, and refuses to leave him alone. Especially when asked or avoided.

It's fun seeing the little thing squirm with his shoulders and arms bunching together like coiled snakes, or huff and puff like he's trying to become the antagonist of the tale of the three little pigs. Yamikumo still refuses his proposal on friendship, which gives him mixed feelings on the matter, but Katsuki be damned if he started adhering to Yamikumos so-called 'warnings'.

And today, they were put on cleaning duty, something Katsuki wasn't particularly fond of doing until today.

Akatani was in charge of passing the mop since a few people in class decided it would be a great idea to bring tea to class and have it spill all over the floor and deeming it clean after a few wipes with some paper towels. Katsuki wiped the board, erasing all of the notes that were taken today, as the rest of the students left to clean wiped the tables and chairs.

"When are this year's final exams, anyway?"

"Next month." A sigh is heard, catching Katsukis attention as he turns towards them.

"Final exams are in March. Before spring break." Katsuki corrects, making one of them sigh tiredly.

"I sure hope so. I don't think my brain could handle any more studying if we continued school right after."

Katsuki clicks his tongue at the stupidity behind those words, but ultimately turns towards Akatani and watches him mop near the windows. Katsuki walks up to him until he sits on a desk right behind the boy.

"I hope with all of the time you spend by yourself you spend it studying for the exams." Katsuki teases, grinning further when Akatani only gives him a scoff of acknowledgement.

"Aren't you supposed to be cleaning? Or is wiping chalk off a board too hard for you." he looks up at the board, looking at the smear marks. "Can't even handle a talk as simple as that." he mumbles with a huff as he goes to dunk the mop in the bucket of water.

Katsuki eyes the water splashing from the bucket. "I could say the same to you and your horrible mopping skills. You're putting your mom to shame, the floors are so wet."

The mop slams into the bucket, the water cupping into the force until water resurfaces with a pop, water overflowing from the sides and splashing the floor and wall before it's ringed out. Akatani continues with his chore, movements tense to where Katsuki lifts a brow from his seat on the desk.

"That hit a nerve."

"What do you care," Akatani says, his tone firmer than before. "And don't sound so concerned about it when all you do is torment me all day."

"Who said I was concerned?" Katsuki grins, enjoying the way Akatanis movements paused, hoping he was flustered or feeling some kind of shame for thinking Katsuki had any genuine intentions. But, the moment passes just as it started when Akatani resumes his labor.

Something tugs at Katsuki to sit up at the silence, standing on his feet to walk up to him before looking at the chalk eraser in his hand. His lips go into an upturn before raising the eraser above Akatanis head of dark hair, and after widening his arms as far as they could go, he clapped the powdered side with a hard thump of his hand.

When the cloud of chalk puffed into the air, Akatani had turned right into it with intentions of starting to mop under the tables, but coughs as chalk invades his taste, smell, and vision. He stumbles backwards, slipping as his feet tread on a puddle of water and soap until his body slams onto the windows behind him. He waves his hands in front of him in a frantic attempt to get the chalk out of his face before he spits and snorts to get the taste out of his mouth.