Cross-training for the Cross-brained Bird (A Hatoful Boyfriend fanfiction)

The Depressed Pudding-Lover

*W~W means break ^.^

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap...

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap...

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap...

... It never ceased. Not for one, single second did it cease, the tapping sounds of Okosan as he ran his stiff feathers across the surface of his desk, back and forth, back and forth. He had been doing so ever since they took their seats, and despite having received warnings from the teacher as well as some of the now-very irritated and tense classmates, the idiosyncratic fantail pigeon showed no intention of laying off in his addictive feather movements.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap...

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap...

He was sitting on his chair like everyday, glancing right one second and then glancing left the next second, restlessly, while continuing to tap his feathertips on the desk, ever so anxiously. Over and over and over...

...

Okay, being the very peculiar bird he was, that was one thing; anyone who knew Okosan and his unique personalitytraits would obviously not find anything weird in him getting a little fidgety durig class, as he literally was a bird made of overwhelming energy, but this was different: This was a little too much, even for someone as hyper and restless as Okosan. And Hiyoko knew this, she knew this perfectly well because she was perfectly sure, 100% sure that during all of their classes up til this day, Okosan had never done anything like this, no matter how eager to skip class he'd ever been. In fact, usually he would simply fall fast asleep on his desk and snore his way through boredom, and so Hiyoko sometimes wondered if the "dull classes" were the only times when Okosan would find himself able to relax. She had little doubts concerning her theory, but if that was the fact, then how come he was behaving like this, right now?

No matter how long or hard the young hunter-gatherer pondered on this, the only reasonable explanation she could find was that Okosan must be grossly upset about something. Yes, that had to be it, she was sure of it. Though she had no idea what he could possibly be upset about at the moment, besides not yet having found the pudding of seven colors, or whatever it was... but that hadn't exactly agitated him before.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap...

"GAH! For God's sake!" A familiar voice bellowed just as I had begun to think in my mind that it was getting a little depressing to watch Okosan do what he was doing. And the owner of that loud voice was a very, very, very pissed Shirogane Le Bel Sakuya, who would seem to have grown quite tired of these obnoxious noises as he literally flung right around in his chair to glare daggers and laserbeams at the other fantail. "Oko! I demand you control whatever nerve-twitching issues you may have and silence your unworthy fantail feathers at this moment!"

Sakuya was pointing at his classmate with a stiff index feather, his face expression as stern as a rock, and he bared his beak in frustration; he looked as if prepared to resort to very drastic and brutal measures, and Hiyoko quickly questioned herself whether she should take action herself to prevent a somewhat bloody scenario; Fortunately, Nanaki-sensei seemed to have the same thing in mind as he looked up from his pile of papers and calmly, though fastly opened his mouth and spoke in an earnest tone: "Shirogane-kun, please turn back around and face this way, and refrain from mortally wounding your loveable comrade, as I can assure you that vital consequences will follow, for you as well as your poor, responsible teacher."

At the moment, Hiyoko's hunter-gatherer instincts told her to keep quiet, and so she did. But she was all ready to jump into action if anything were to happen, of course; though her reliable teacher seemed to have the situation under control as Hiyoko watched as Sakuya, perhaps a little reluctantly and after a few seconds of tense hesitation, finally bit his lower lip sorely and slowly sat back around. He looked very sombre, though.