Akatsuki Drabbles

I'll do whatever it takes to give you a flyer (Hidan)

Having gone through fresher's week, you'd gotten an idea of just how many groups and associations there were at your college—you'd even joined a couple. But naturally, with all these things going on, people often had things to say, and causes to inform you about. For the most part they were just flyers, and if you saw someone handing them out, you either gave them a wide birth or ignored them completely, focusing on your phone or acting like you were looking for something in your bag. Still, even if you didn't manage to avoid them, it was just a flyer, and with the amount of trash cans about, you only had to take a few steps before you could throw it away. You knew they were just trying to pass on a message, spread the word, invite others to get involved...they were doing what they'd been told, so you couldn't really hold it against them—or at least, you didn't to begin with.

As the semester went by, there seemed to be more and more of them popping up, and they suddenly weren't content to just hand out the flyers anymore. They seemed determined to stop you in your path in order to give a long-winded speech about their cause. You might even have been able to put up with that—you made it a point to respect other people's beliefs, even if you didn't agree with them in the slightest—but when you were in a hurry, whether late for class or needing to hand in an assignment, regardless of what you told them, they simply refused to get out of your way. As such, you did everything you could to avoid them, often ending up yelling at them or physically pushing them out the way to leave. Abruptly your open-mindedness became a little more aggressive, more likely to speak your opinion about how you disagreed when they got in your way. But still, you did what you could to deal with them, and just went on as normal.

Things only changed when you spotted a new guy handing out flyers. He caught your attention right away, considering he was hot, but you shook it off. Considering how muscular he was, no doubt he was handing out flyers about some kind of game that was taking place, trying to encourage people to go. But you weren't interested. If there was something going on, there would be posters, stuff online—you didn't need a flyer. And anyway, you had a class to get to, meaning you sped up, having missed your chance to dodge around him, and instead planning on heading straight past without giving him a chance to do anything. It was clear it hadn't worked, however, as his arm forced itself in front of your face, causing you to have no choice but to slow down before you walked into it. Looking up at him, hesitating at the alluring smirk on his face, you shook it off as he thrusted the flyer into face again, stating bluntly,

"Take it."

Shaking your head, you attempted to look apologetic, smiling slightly as you replied simply,

"No thanks. And I've got to get to class."

Dodging round his arm, you continued on for a few steps, only to find he'd caught up with you, fully standing in front of you this time. Frowning at his persistence, and at how that stupidly handsome smirk never left his face, he offered it to you again, and though you pushed his hand aside, attempting to refuse and move on, no matter what you did, he got in your way. Beginning to lose your temper, as he held it out to you once more, telling you to take it, you snatched it from his grip, snapping,

"Fine!"

Before stepping past him, getting no obstruction now you had a flyer, and heading to the nearest trash can, where you threw it away and continued past it to get to your class, glancing over your shoulder with a triumphant look, smirking as you saw his expression fall into a glare. You thought that would be it—he was clearly annoyed at you, so he'd be avoiding you at all costs. However, it was evident he'd taken your refusal as a challenge, as when you saw him the next day, he immediately headed for you, getting in your face with the flyers, demanding you take one. Eventually you got past him, but not before he'd shoved a huge handful of flyers in an opening in your bag—meaning you spent a good fifteen minutes searching for any loose ones that had slipped to the bottom of your bag.

Yet it still wasn't over. Every day he turned up, always managing to find you, and no matter how hard you tried, he constantly accomplished getting close to you; enough to shove a few flyers in your bag, your jacket pockets, your back pockets. Each time you got angrier, until you attempted to get past him the next day, defending all your pockets to stop him from putting them there, and just when you thought you'd got the best of him, he crammed the flyers down your shirt, smirking and winking as he did so. At that, however, you'd had enough, and made your decision as you finally arrived at your class and sat down.

You were going to find out who he was—and confront him.