Crossdress Love (France x Male! Oc/Reader)(BoyxBoy)

Chapter 9: Why Am I So Concerned?

(A/N: I'm really sorry that I haven't been updating! It's just that there's been so much going on recently that I haven't been able to just sit down and type. But don't worry! I will survive this massive wave of business and try my best to deliver! Now, on with the story!)

*Francis's P.O.V*

I sat in class as bored as could be. I had decided to "leave [Ichika] alone," but I was acting like a brat. Even though I didn't talk, I tended to always stare at him, and I can tell it was getting to him. I really was a brat, huh?

But, I couldn't help it. I don't know why, but I wanted to know more. Like, who9 broke him? Why? Ichika seemed like a sweet enough fellow. I mean, he told me I broke him, but he was having a nervous breakdown at the time, so I can't be sure. Besides, I've never met the blonde until now. Also, I've only had one nights with women since Ishiro. So, it wasn't like I could have done something like that to him.

I huffed as I thought about the other possibilities.

I would ask him about on that came to my mind after class.

"Breaking our one month of silence, huh," said Ichika as he graded the other half of Akita's papers.

"I was thinking about why you were so angry with me," I began. "And I was wondering if maybe I did it with your girlfriend or something?"

I could see the irk mark that appeared on Ichika's head. He then let out a exasperated sigh. "Do I look like the type to have a girlfriend?"

"Have you seen or read Princess Jellyfish?" I asked. "Besides, for all I know, you could have ended up like this after you and your girlfriend broke up or something."

Ichika then stood abruptly. "F*** you." He said this repeatedly as he packed up the papers and his other things. He then walked over to the door still mumbling it under his breath. As soon as he got to the door, he opened it and turned around. He soon yelled, "F*** YOU, BAKA!" before slamming the door shut.

I rose an eyebrow and thought a funny thing, 'What time?'

I then shook my head. No. Just no, Francis Bonnefoy.

I sighed as I seemed to have ticked off the young male yet again. FML.

-***-

I sat in the courtyard as my friends were talking about their weekends.

"So, what'd you do Francis?" asked my good Spaniard friend Antonio.

"I got a lot of digits and stuff," I said. I probably shouldn't tell them about Ichika.

"Define this 'stuff'," said Antonio as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about from the swiggle of you Spanish eyebrows," I said as I laughed.

Antonio gasped as he put his hand over his mouth. "Really? That's our Francis, right, Gilbert."

"Got that right," said Gilbert as he chuckled. "Goin' after two teachers and still going after other women outside. So, who was the unlucky lady this time? Or was it another case of Francis surprise?"

Gilbert then let out his annoying laugh.

"Surprise," I said as I smirked.

Gilbert's annoying laugh got louder as he slammed his hand onto my back. "That's my Francis!"

I only could smile as air attempted to get back into my lungs. This f***er.

I then looked up at the college building. I looked to see Ichika drinking some juice as he looked around the courtyard from his perch on the second story.

I wanted to talk to him some more, but I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday. Why was I so concerned? I wanted to get to know him more. I wanted to just... talk. That's all I wanted. I wanted to talk and talk some more. I wanted to get down to the bottom of all of Ichika's worries.

For some reason, I just had to know what happened to Ichika. I desperately had to know. Who was he talking about? What happened? Why does he act like a totally different person around others? Did I actually have something to do with it? Why was I so concerned? Why did it bother me so much?

I had so many questions, and none of them would be able to get answered unless I managed to get Ichika to stop being mad at me.

-***-

I walked into the classroom and walked over to Ichika. It was after his last class of the day, and he was sitting grading the last half of papers as usual.

"Get. Out," said Ichika as he clenched at his pen.

"Just give me a minute," I said. I then felt something swoosh past me. I jumped back a little and shakily turned around to see what it was. I gulped as I saw the pen that was stuck on the board behind me.

"I'll be sure to take care of your medical bills," said Ichika as he gave me a fierce look.

I gulped and said, "Just give me a minute! Please!"

Ichika sighed. "I'll most likely regret this, but shoot."

"Thanks," I said. I then coughed a little bit before beginning. "Ichika, I am sorry for everything I've done until now. I was a jerk and an idiot. I shouldn't have treated you the way I did, and I want to make it up to you. I also... I also want to get to know you more."

"I don't have boobs, nor any other female parts, so why?" asked Ichika.

"I... I don't know," I said. "I just... I just want to know everything. I want to know you. I want to be able to properly be your friend."

"So, you want to be friends?" asked Ichika as he rose an eyebrow.

I nodded my head. "Please."

Ichika looked at his watch. "Time's up. You may leave."

"What?" I asked.

Ichika ignored me as he went back to grading.

I then sighed and said, "Nevermind. Thank you for your time."

I was about to leave when I heard a, "Thanks... And, I'll think about the friend thing."

My heart skipped a beat at the words. I then found myself smiling as I walked through the door. Jeez... I was so happy over the littlest of things.