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scriveynerTitle: Beginnings
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: High School AU
Characters/Pairing: Gotou, Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 572
Summary: "I'm not a kid! I'm a hero in training!"
The early fall air was chilly, and with the wind it made the roof exceptionally cold. However, it was the best place to catch a quiet moment alone and smoke without being discovered by the faculty between classes; and Gotou was going to take advantage of it. He stood with his back to the wall, shadowed by the building, cigarette in his mouth and phone in his hand.
He stopped tapping the buttons on his phone for a moment, the steady clicking of his email composition halted as he heard the faint pounding of feet on stairs. Gotou sighed deeply but made no effort to stub out his cigarette or put his phone away. He thought he escaped, today.
“GOTOU-SAN!” the first year bellowed as he came tearing through the door. “You are SKIPPING CLASS AGAI-” Gotou relented and looked up at the sudden gasped intake of breath, still typing idly on his phone. “Are you smoking?” Hazama said, eyes wide.
For the past three weeks (had it only been three? It felt like a lifetime already…) this first-year had been on his butt about his (mostly minor) infractions. He was a third year, for fuck’s sake, and this idiot was sticking to him like glue ever since he had joined the disciplinary committee. “What do you want?” Gotou asked, trying to keep his tone short and clipped.
“You, you-” Hazama stuttered, then reverted back to whatever passed for a standardized script in this kid’s head. He put his fists on his hips and jutted out his chest, as if puffing up like a fish would make him appear any more threatening … or even taller. “You are underage, Gotou-san! You skipped class and are smoking this campus is a non-smoking zone-”
“Tell that to Umeda-sensei,” he said, attention on his cell phone’s screen. “He’s been smoking in the downstairs washroom for years.”
Hazama gaped at him a few times, but then snapped his jaw shut. “You need to put out that cigarette and report to your homeroom or else I’ll be forced to report you!”
Gotou waved his hand in the air, dismissing Hazama. “Go ahead and report me, I don’t care.” He was very focused on his phone now, putting the finishing touches on the message, making certain it was very clear. He realized Hazama was still staring at him so he sighed and looked up again. “What?”
“Why don’t you care? Your education is very important!” The first-year had changed positions now, he was obviously thinking on this very hard. Gotou stubbed out his cigarette and straightened, he got lectured enough as it was, he didn’t want to hear it from kouhai too.
“You’re cute, kid,” Gotou grunted, slipping his cell phone into his trouser pocket. “Find someone else to bother.”
“I’m not cute, or a kid!” Hazama shouted after him as Gotou walked around toward the door. “I’m a hero-in-training!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Gotou muttered under his breath as he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket just that quickly. “Sure you are.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: High School AU
Characters/Pairing: Gotou, Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 572
Summary: "I'm not a kid! I'm a hero in training!"
The early fall air was chilly, and with the wind it made the roof exceptionally cold. However, it was the best place to catch a quiet moment alone and smoke without being discovered by the faculty between classes; and Gotou was going to take advantage of it. He stood with his back to the wall, shadowed by the building, cigarette in his mouth and phone in his hand.
He stopped tapping the buttons on his phone for a moment, the steady clicking of his email composition halted as he heard the faint pounding of feet on stairs. Gotou sighed deeply but made no effort to stub out his cigarette or put his phone away. He thought he escaped, today.
“GOTOU-SAN!” the first year bellowed as he came tearing through the door. “You are SKIPPING CLASS AGAI-” Gotou relented and looked up at the sudden gasped intake of breath, still typing idly on his phone. “Are you smoking?” Hazama said, eyes wide.
For the past three weeks (had it only been three? It felt like a lifetime already…) this first-year had been on his butt about his (mostly minor) infractions. He was a third year, for fuck’s sake, and this idiot was sticking to him like glue ever since he had joined the disciplinary committee. “What do you want?” Gotou asked, trying to keep his tone short and clipped.
“You, you-” Hazama stuttered, then reverted back to whatever passed for a standardized script in this kid’s head. He put his fists on his hips and jutted out his chest, as if puffing up like a fish would make him appear any more threatening … or even taller. “You are underage, Gotou-san! You skipped class and are smoking this campus is a non-smoking zone-”
“Tell that to Umeda-sensei,” he said, attention on his cell phone’s screen. “He’s been smoking in the downstairs washroom for years.”
Hazama gaped at him a few times, but then snapped his jaw shut. “You need to put out that cigarette and report to your homeroom or else I’ll be forced to report you!”
Gotou waved his hand in the air, dismissing Hazama. “Go ahead and report me, I don’t care.” He was very focused on his phone now, putting the finishing touches on the message, making certain it was very clear. He realized Hazama was still staring at him so he sighed and looked up again. “What?”
“Why don’t you care? Your education is very important!” The first-year had changed positions now, he was obviously thinking on this very hard. Gotou stubbed out his cigarette and straightened, he got lectured enough as it was, he didn’t want to hear it from kouhai too.
“You’re cute, kid,” Gotou grunted, slipping his cell phone into his trouser pocket. “Find someone else to bother.”
“I’m not cute, or a kid!” Hazama shouted after him as Gotou walked around toward the door. “I’m a hero-in-training!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Gotou muttered under his breath as he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket just that quickly. “Sure you are.”
