Runaways [MikaYuu]

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

By the time he got home, it felt like a weight had been lifted off Yuu's shoulders, even if it was only for a few hours. He threw his satchel on his desk, knowing if he got started on his homework quickly, he could have some free time before the coronation began.

Thankfully, he didn't have much to do that evening, except for some chemistry problems on balancing equations and a Latin translation that he'd forgot to finish in class. He got to work on the translation, scribbling down the answers in the margins with his charcoal pencil. As he worked, however, the feeling of what Mitsuba said to him about his test resurfaced, pissing him off.

"Who does she think she is, anyway?" Yuu vented to himself, pressing the charcoal so forcefully into the paper he threatened to rip it. "Telling me I'm shitty at Latin. God, what a bitch."

"Who's a bitch?" A foreign voice questioned, and Yuu swore he jumped three feet in the air. The soft charcoal in his hand snapped in two when he instinctively clenched his fists. Yuu turned around, prepared to face the trespasser, surprised to find it was Mika of all people. He was by the french-style doors, watching Yuu cautiously as he effortlessly leaned against the adjacent wall.

"Mika?" Yuu gasped, immediately running his hand through his hair to fix the knotted mess. Mika curled his fingers in a wave. "How long have you been standing there? And how did you get past the guards?"

"Pretty much the entire time you've been here. I just told them I'm your friend from school, and that we were working on a science project together. Really, you'd think for the royal guard, they'd have more strict policy for who they let in the castle. I was expecting at least a thorough background check and pat-down," He added on with a laugh.

Yuu was still too shocked to say anything, so Mika strided over to his desk and leaned over his shoulder. "What are you working on?"

Yuu could barely manage saying "Latin translation," because he was too busy taking deep and steady breaths as to not spontaneously combust considering the proximity between them was making it extremely difficult to stay sane. Mika took the paper out of his hands, his eyes lighting up when he recognized it.

"Oh, this is easy!" He smiled. "Here, allow me!" He picked up the bigger piece of the charcoal, smirking bemusedly when he saw it had snapped. "What happened here?"

"You freaked me out, okay?" Yuu defended himself, looking at his lap. Mika laughed, but not in the sense that he was laughing at Yuu for carelessly breaking the writing utensil, but in the sense he thought Yuu was funny.

Mika hastily filled out the translation, not once stopping to hesitate or pause. After a minute, he set the charcoal down and announced he'd finished. Yuu stared at the paper, scanning it for errors, surprised to find none. His jaw falling slack, Yuu blinked in surprise. "Any other homework?"

"Just some chemistry problems," Yuu answered. "But you don't have to help me if you don't want to, I'd say I'm pretty good at chemistry-"

"Oh?" Mika batted his eyelashes. "Because personally, I think I need a tutor in chemistry, would'ja mind teaching me what you know?"

Yuu caught on to the innuendo immediately, and his face flushed red as a surprised gasp flew out of his mouth. Before he could say anything, he was cut off by Mika taking his hands, pulling him into a standing position. He twirled Yuu waltz-style, and the dreary scenery of his bedroom was wiped away, replaced by a sparkling ballroom. Yuu's hand found it's way to Mika's shoulder, the other clutching to his hand. They were chest to chest, their eyes never tearing away from each other. They trapised throughout the room, laughing like idiots to the point where they couldn't take another step.