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by lovejjong

by lovejjong

Mafumafu

The young blonde cursed lowly as he bend down to pick up the papers and books he dropped when the other student bumped into him. Quite hard, as well. His shoulder still ached from the force of the shove. He didn't hold it against the male though- he already looked like he is on the verge of crying. Instead, Mafu quickly grabbed the last piece of paper and stood up, walking towards a lecture hall to meet a teacher.
As he entered the hall, he passed a group of giggling girls, and frowned when he heard them chatting amongst themselves.

"He totally deserves it."
"His fault for seducing Araki."
"And my boyfriend."
"Yeah, such a slut. You think he fucks them for free?"
"Damn. Thirsty."

The group gagged in disgust and erupted in giggles as they walked out, leaving Mafu alone with the teacher. The teacher shook her head with a sigh before smiling at Mafu, but seeing that sparked his curiosity. "What's wrong?" He asks sweetly, and the teacher smiled tiredly. "I don't really know- but they are being the usual." "What's the usual?" Mafu couldn't help but ask, when he saw the teacher's eyes snag on one of the seats in front. "Bullshitting about my favourite student," she sighs in response, before smiling at him kindly. "Now, why did you come and meet me?" It's obvious that she is trying to change the topic, and Mafu nods slightly, letting it pass.

After that, Mafu made his way outside, where his best friend, Amatsuki is waiting for him. "It took so long!" The brunette whines, pouting a little. Mafu linked their hands together, and laughed, trying to calm the pouting male down. "Chill- I took like 30 minutes only." "And it was 30 minutes too late, jesus," Amatsuki sighed, pushing his bottom lip out. "Where's Hashiyan?" Mafu asked instead, unwilling to continue to conversation.
"Hashiyan went and visit another friend- I think his name is Soraru?" Amatsuki replies, his sentence ending with a slight raise. "Ah." Mafu nods slightly to himself and they walked to Amatsuki's parked car. Once they are safely in, Mafu turned towards Amatsuki. "So how's it going with Kashitaro?" He inquired, his eyes brightening at the question. "Usual," was the curt answer as Amatsuki gripped the steering wheel tightly.
Mafu had shifted to face the front, but he frowned in confusion. "What?" He repeated, and Amatsuki clicked his tongue, an action that he had never used before. "I said, we are fine. Can we drop it now?" He asked, his voice tensed. "Okay," Mafu agreed softly, returning his stare to the road. After a while, he heard Amatsuki sigh. "He and I.. we are really fine, Mafu. Don't worry about it, okay?" Mafu returned the brunette's worried look with a gentle smile. "Of course," he replied, earning a small smile from Amatsuki.

Filler.
-aru