What If..?

Chapter Five

The day could not have dragged on any slower. It was like each second passed was an eternity sitting in that classroom desk. Chihiro anxiously tapped at his keyboard, keying silly phrases and erasing them over and over just to pass the time. And to calm his nerves. He had been with Mondo for four months now, but his brain was still trying to figure out how to impress him on their first date. Glancing over his shoulder, he found that his partner didn't seem to be nervous at all. Mondo had been asleep since they had returned from lunch. "What am I going to wear?" he pondered to himself, his fingers sliding over the keys. He hadn't taken a single note all day, and at the moment, had no idea what the lecture was even over. He would ask Ishimaru later. "Should I put on makeup... maybe do my hair different..." With a slow huff, he brushed his light hair from his cheeks and stared at his computer screen. His small reflection kicked back at him against the darkness of the desktop and he couldn't help but feel so hopelessly unattractive today. If only he had someone to talk to about this whole dating thing. As far as he knew, none of the other students had been in a relationship. At least with anyone else here.

Chihiro looked over his shoulder at his sleeping comrade before his bright eyes darted around the classroom, dancing over his classmates. Sayaka sat upright with her cheerful smile aimed towards the blackboard. She was always very well put together, her hair perfectly pinned back and her clothing neatly pressed. When she wasn't in her uniform, she was always wearing beautiful dresses, and had a very natural elegance to her face. Certainly she could help turn Chihiro into something passable for a first date. Two seats behind her was Junko, quite the opposite when it came of attire and makeup. Her outfits, outside of their uniforms, were daring and tempting, her makeup thick to bring out the crystal blue of her eyes. She was very dazzling, but there was no way Chihiro was going to ask her for help. After the nasty comment in the cafeteria yesterday, the programmer was content with never speaking to her again.

Just as he was about to pass his attention back to his laptop, Junko glanced over with a little smirk pulling at the side of her lightly glossed lip. Chihiro immediately looked away with a furious blush. Although the model hadn't asked or pressed on like she normally would, somehow the young boy knew that Junko knew of their date. She kept sending glances, little winks, and intimidating stares. But neither of them had said a thing about it, so how did Junko even know? Certainly Mondo didn't say anything to her. Chihiro breathed to himself, hoping that for once, Junko would keep herself out of it, because the date would be a disaster should she choose to follow them around wherever they went.

Chihiro's eyes narrowed on the clock. Just twenty minutes of this class period left, and then a few hours afterwards until he was to meet Mondo in the main hall of the building. He didn't know what he was going to wear, whether or not he should be prepared to pay for anything or... where they were even going. He figured dinner, but didn't really know what to eat. Mondo didn't seem picky when they ate lunch, but if Chihiro wasn't paying, he shouldn't pick anywhere to expensive. Or too nice. Would too nice make Mondo feel uncomfortable? Bringing a hand over his lips, resting his elbow against the desk, he soon realized a partial reason as why they never went on an official date. They were hard and intimidating.

"Why can't he come up with something?" he questioned to himself, swinging his legs lightly beneath the desk. They kicked at the basket by his feet and Mondo jerked in his sleep slightly since his feet were rested within the metal basket. Chihiro heard him stir and briefly looked over his shoulder with a nervous smile. Rubbing at the red imprint of his uniform jacket on his face, the man groaned beneath his breath and readjusted his sleeping position. It was a wonder how the professor had yet to call him out considering how close he sat now. Maybe, like the rest of class, the professor had given up on keeping Mondo awake. Chihiro giggled to himself, facing back towards his laptop. Fifteen minutes until class ended now.