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Shinobu-sempai Is Going To Kill Me (Here is Greenwood, Shinobu/Mitsuru)

*sigh* It would help if I actually posted to the correct journal...

- Title: Shinobu-sempai Is Going To Kill Me
- Fandom: Here is Greenwood
- Pairing/Character: Shinobu/Mitsuru, Hasukawa
- Author: HunnyBunny
- Recipient: Karanis
- Rating: R
- Warnings: Frottage
- Summary: Hasukawa finds a quiet place to study, but also finds something else.


Hasukawa resisted the urge to bang his head against the doorway and wondered how he always seemed to get himself into these situations. He was convinced that something about Greenwood had poured bad luck into his life. Since the day he'd walked through the doors of the dorm, his entire world had gone crazy.

These situations currently consisted of being essentially trapped in an out-of-the-way study room while the bane of his existence, namely Mitsuru Ikeda, and Mitsuru's roommate, Shinobu, were tucked into the stairwell recess just slightly down the hall. They weren't paying any attention to him, and probably weren't even aware that anyone was watching them. They had been involved in an intense, low-voiced conversation for the past ten minutes.

Hasukawa looked at his watch again. If they kept this up much longer, he was just going to have to bite the bullet and leave the room, even if it meant setting himself up for whatever torture Mitsuru wanted to put him through. He suppressed a sigh and glanced through the crack in the doorway again.

Mitsuru was leaning back against the wall and waving his hands around while he spoke in a furious whisper. The scowl on his face suggested that he was truly upset about something and not just plotting mischief. Shinobu stood quietly, arms folded, facing his roommate. Hasukawa couldn't see the look on his face, but since Shinobu rarely showed a reaction to anything, he didn't think he was missing anything.

When Shinobu unfolded his arms and stepped closer to Mitsuru, Hasukawa thought the two were finally going to leave. He suppressed a sigh of relief and adjusted the stack of books and papers in his arms in preparation for his escape. He was completely unprepared, therefore, to see Shinobu forcefully tug Mitsuru forward and silence his flow of angry words with a kiss.

Hasukawa blinked. Then he blinked again, quite certain that he was not seeing what his brain was telling him he was seeing. Then he had to move quickly to prevent the papers in his arms from sliding to the floor. After juggling everything as quietly as he could he peeked back out.

Mitsuru was again leaning back against the wall, but this time there were no words. Hasukawa had never seen such an open, vulnerable look on Mitsuru's face before. Shinobu reached up and brushed the backs of his fingers down Mitsuru's cheek and murmured something quietly. Mitsuru's hands came up to clench the fabric at Shinobu's waist and closed his eyes. When Shinobu pressed forward and thrust his hips against Mitsuru's, Hasukawa had to fumble for the handkerchief in his pocket.

Shinobu had one hand in Mitsuru's hair as they kissed deeply. The other hand was braced against the wall beside Mitsuru's head. The steady thrusting between the two achieved a constant rhythm and Mitsuru's hands moved from waist to hips, seemingly trying to pull Shinobu harder against him.

Hasukawa bit his lip, and pressed the cloth harder against his nose. He knew he shouldn't watch, but couldn't pull his eyes away. Something about the way the two of them were moving, the little noises Mitsuru was making, was mesmerizing, almost beautiful. A tiny, quiet voice in the back of his mind wondered if Shun would make noises like that. He shoved the thought away and returned his attention to the boys in front of him.

The rhythm had increased, and Mitsuru's hands moved again, now sliding underneath Shinobu's belt. One of Shinobu's hands moved as well, moving from the wall to trace down Mitsuru's chest. When his fingers suddenly pinched and twisted a nipple through the material of the shirt, Mitsuru gasped and shuddered.

"Shinobu!"

Hasukawa closed his eyes and bit his lip hard to keep from following Mitsuru over the edge into completion. He stood still, trying to slow his breathing. When he finally felt like he'd regained some control, he looked back out to where the other two were standing.

Mitsuru was looking a little dazed, but completely relaxed. He glanced down at his trousers and said something to Shinobu, accompanied by a wry grin. Shinobu murmured something in return and Mitsuru took off his jacket, draping it strategically across his arm so it hung perfectly in front of his hips. He laughed a little, shot one last remark to Shinobu, then bounced up the stairs.

Shinobu remained where he was, standing very still. Then he took a deep breath and turned to go up the stairs. As his foot hit the first riser, he stopped, looked back over his shoulder and stared directly at the door behind which Hasukawa was hiding.

Hasukawa's blood froze. He was dead. Shinobu was going to kill him for watching that, he just knew it. He held his breath and waited for all hell to break loose. Then Shinobu turned and continued up the stairs.

Hasukawa's breath came out in an explosion of relief. He looked down at himself wryly. Well, at least he wouldn't have to worry about an embarrassing erection anymore. He slipped out of the door and dashed down the hall, making very sure to head in the opposite direction.

Comments

(Anonymous)

OMG *squee*! This is just what I hoped for when I made the request. You really nailed the characters bang on IMO.

I love that it's obvious there's a hell of a lot more going on than Hasukawa knows about, but of course everyone's left in the dark because it's from his POV. And in the end it doesn't really matter what it was specifically they were fighting about, because the story is enjoyable anyway.

Also, the title killed me. SO Hasukawa.

Thank you!

--Karanis

(Anonymous)

I'm thrilled that you liked it! I was a bit worried that there wouldn't be enough sex in it, but that's all my muses wanted to give me. It completely makes my day that you enjoyed it. Thank you for commenting!
Squee, that was awesome! You captured the original feel of the series perfectly. Poor Suka-chan!

(Anonymous)

Thank you! Your comment means a great deal to me, since I admire your writing so much!

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