the replacement, (tag: aki)

[ritsuka saito]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #66CCCC; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]He thought the whole point of having a president was he, the vice-president, not having to do shit. Why did he have to do shit when they had a perfectly good president to do things that he didn't have to do? Ritsuka wasn't lazy, now, not to be confused, of course. He wasn't lazy, just an opportunist, and he liked benefitting from others' successes, including the not-so-success of an elected president of a student council most people probably didn't even pay attention to, right? Who actually voted for this shit? Ritsuka couldn't remember if he did, honestly. Probably not. He had better things to do, like .. homework, or .. doodle, or something that wasn't voting on names he didn't really recognize for positions he didn't really care about. He had his position, and that's all that mattered. Still, he couldn't complain too much. After all, like the president got to do, probably (he didn't really know,) he got the special privilege of working rather closely with the council's sponsor, Kirihara-sensei. He was.. appealing. He liked to stare at him during class, perhaps a bit too much, since he often found himself lacking a good few chunks of notes, and English wasn't exactly something during which he could afford being distracted. But it was hard, around that man, and he just meant paying attention by that statement, nothing else. Dirty bastard. Still, it made him a bit happier to know he'd be working on useless shit with someone he enjoyed, rather than a teacher like Uchida or something. Annoying bastard. He wasn't in his uniform at the moment, since it was after classes, and.. frankly, they were stuffy. He replaced it with a light blue long sleeved shirt under a nice jacket, a light jacket. His body was always odd. While his arms often got cold, his legs were less likely, perhaps it was the muscle. Soccer did wonders about that. So, despite the coat and shirt, he favored short jean shorts. Very short, actually, and the fact that he was wearing them to see a teacher was not on his mind. His legs just got hot. He had knee-high socks covered mostly by Converse boots. His dad got him those, for his birthday... He knocked at the doorframe and adjusted his messenger bag on his shoulder.[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: 387 tags: senssseei~ notes: fanservice. Shame? None. credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[akihiko kirihara]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;] Sighing, Akihiko, pushed his index finger and his thumb under his glasses and squeezed the bridge of his nose. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first buttons on his white dress shirt. Counting ballots was probably the worst part of Student council. It took so much time, and he would much rather be at home on his couch reading that new book about the cosmos that he bought the other day. He had heard of a new constellation that was discovered and he was just itching to read all about it. But... he was here in school, home was a car ride away, and there were still hundreds upon hundreds of ballots to count and sort out. He slumped over on the desk, his chin resting on the cold wood. He blew upward, playing with the strands of his dark gray bangs as they fell into his green eyes. Sponsoring the student council was something that he actually liked to do, but not when he had a particularly hard day, his boss is on his ass about being too harsh to students, and his president decides to not want to show up to student council duties. The only consolation was that his more than competent vice president should be here any second. He liked Saito. He was a good student, who tried hard and was very entertaining. A joy to have in class, and not a bad face to look at either. Akihiko sat up in his chair as someone knocked at the door, Saito. A smirk rose to the teacher's lips, as he looked at the door. He pushed himself out of the chair and pulled open the door. He leaned against the door frame, gesturing inside, "Come in." [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 291   tags ritsu!   credit table by greyson of btn notes someone's got the hots for teachhh[/style]

[ritsuka saito]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #66CCCC; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]Kikihara was a good teacher. He was intelligent and he taught well, and Ritsuka didn't mind being in his class. He didn't mind watching him teach, and listening to his voice. He didn't mind the homework or the grades, though he did mind getting distracted from his voice by his face, and he didn't appreciate the lapses in note taking that it caused. It certainly made things interesting when he tried to read them over later, but it was all okay, because unlike some people, he had friends in class to lean on.. and look at their notes while doing so. It was a nice relationship. It wasn't important, though, it just happened, and if his sensei didn't have such fabulous hair, then it wouldn't be such a problem. He couldn't help but notice that his tie was loosened and the top few buttons of the shirt were undone, when the teacher answered the door. He had always loved ties; seeing it on his teacher didn't change much about that. Well, it didn't decrease the interest, in any case. It increased it, sadly, which meant so much worse. Ritsuka raised an eyebrow, though, and didn't comment on the attire. He was in short-shorts. He had no room to comment on other peoples' attire. He shifted inside of the room when he was told and made his way to the teacher's desk, to pull up a chair and plop onto it, letting his bag drop to the floor. After class as it was, he didn't take much consideration of propriety, and slouched down in his seat, legs spreading just out of habit, nothing more. “So, sensei,” he shifted a bit, “Counting ballots?” He sounded bored. He was bored. He was bored without even starting the process, and fuck, it was just.. so boring.. “Don't they have computer programs for this by now?”[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: 311 tags: senssseei~ notes: spread them legs credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[akihiko kirihara]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;] Aki let his eyes scan over his vice president. He had a habit of looking people up and down, clothes spoke so much for people. Starting with the boy's jacket and shirt and down to his shorts-- where his eyes stood for a little too long-- and finally over his high socks and shoes. Akihiko figured the boy must have temperature issues, not that he minded. It worked on his side, even though he knows that he shouldn't be checking out his student. He couldn't help but to think about how good Ritsu's legs looked, must be because of all that soccer he pl--no, he had to stop himself before he crossed a line. His eyes followed the boy as he pulled up a chair next to the pile of ballots scattered all over the desk. Akhiko had only seen Ritsu out of class and out of uniform a couple of times, and every time it surprised him. The usual up right posture and demeanor the boy held up was gone, the wall taken down, and he was just in his natural relaxed state. Perhaps Akihiko made him feel safe, and that made him feel great. Of course, he didn't care much about what people felt when they were around him, but it was always easier to deal with people when they were comfortable around him. “So, sensei, counting ballots?” The boy sounded as bored as Akihiko was, someone that understood the boredom of mundane tasks such as counting ballots. “Don't they have computer programs for this by now?” He pushed himself off of the door frame, and walked over to his chair a smirk on his face the entire time. He sat down and crossed his leg lazily over his knee. "They do, little red," Akihiko smirked and ran his fingers through his hair, "But the school has a reputation for being old fashioned," He looked away from his vice president and back to the pieces of paper that cluttered his desk, "So we're stuck with the task, but at least I have my cute little VP to help me now," He winked in Ritsu's direction, and uncrossed his legs in order to shift his chair closer to the ballots. He liked teasing his students, with flirty compliments as such. He didn't mean it most of the time, he just liked seeing their reaction. It was all in good fun, or so... they thought. [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 409   tags ritsu!   credit table by greyson of btn notes hehehe >:3[/style]

[ritsuka saito]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #66CCCC; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]He wasn't aware that he was being examined like some fresh meat off the cart. He didn't really pay much attention, which he supposed was a fault of his. But why would he pay attention? He was staring at the ballots that he had to count with his attractive teacher, that he had to talk to, alone, in the room, without anyone to distract him, or himself, with. He tapped at the papers, groaning in irritation. While he appreciated being around the teacher, he didn't appreciate the work he had to do along with him. He would have preferred to meet the man outside for a coffee to discuss a paper or something, rather than this tedious, monotonous work, with no soul, no nothing. Nothing but his teacher, with his quirked smile and light hair, like a foreigner's.. He liked it when he smirked. It was almost predatorial, how he moved, how he spoke, how he acted. Predatory as it may have been, though, it was.. enticing, distracting, and particularly appreciated by Ritsuka, who always did enjoy the predatory sorts. Why have a kitten when you could have a panther? Although, in all seriousness, he did like kittens, but he didn't mean literal kittens. Nevermind, forget it. It was a stupid metaphor. 'Little red' was an interesting nickname the man liked to call him. Ritsuka would mind if it weren't so true, so he accepted it without question, and rolled his eyes. “If they wanted to be old fashioned, they could just tell us who we voted for, like a dictatorship.” He raised an eyebrow at him, then scoffed some. “I'm not that little. I grew an inch this passed summer.” .. He called him cute~ But of course he did. He teased everyone like that. It was fine, but it was still nice when he called him cute.. made him smile just the tiniest bit. Ritsuka sat up a bit and shrugged off his coat before reaching for a pile of ballots to begin to count.[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: 337 tags: senssseei~ notes: solateisorry credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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[akihiko kirihara]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;] Akihiko noted how the boy was sitting at the chair, tapping frustratedly at the ballots on the table. His stance didn't seemed completely annoyed though. His shoulders were relaxed, body language clearly stating that he wasn't uncomfortable with the situation, just unexcited for the task in front of him. The only other option was that the boy was unhappy with the task of counting the ballots with him, but Aki ruled that out. Aki had never acted unpleasant toward his vice president. In fact, Ritsu was one of his favorite students, and he could tell from the way that Ritsu'd eyes followed him in class that he was one of Ritsu's favored teachers. So there was less than a 10 percent chance that he was the reason Ritsu's boredom. He laughed at Ritsu's comment. "Yeah I'm sure that they could, but they like to make the students feel like they have some sort of control in this school," Akihiko smirked again, "You know this stuff is all a popularity contest anyway, so let's just see who is the most popular in every year, shall we?" The teacher watched carefully as the small smile rose to the boy's lips, ah yes so he didn't mind being called cute. Noted: call Ritsuka cute to have a smile reaction. "Ah, ah, ah!" The teacher tsked, taking the ballots from the junior. His hand lingered for a bit too long over Ritsuka's but he barely took any notice. "These are the Junior's ballots, and since you yourself are a junior... you can't touch, Lil' Red." Pushing the sophmore pile at Ritsuka, Akihiko settled with the seniors and juniors. [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 283   tags ritsu!   credit table by greyson of btn notestouuucchh[/style]

[ritsuka saito]

[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #66CCCC; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]His laugh was nice. It wasn't like bells ringing or anything like that. Who the fuck had a bell laugh? He'd read it before, in fanfictions and books, but he never understood it. Even if someone had a laugh like bells, it wouldn't be pleasant to hear. Bells were annoying bastards that needed to be hushed up before they rung in his ears. Back to reality, Ritsuka grinned and snorted a bit. "Everything is a popularity contest, sir." And it was true. Every single little thing. He immediately stopped what he was doing when that stupid 'ah, ah, ah' was sounded from his teacher's lips, like he was a toddler that just got caught with his hand in some cookies that he wasn't allowed to have until after dinner. But unlike a toddler, his teacher's hand hesitated over his when he grabbed the ballots away. Why, he didn't know, but it did feel nice. "So I have to count ballots and I don't even get leverage over my classmates for it?" Lame. He frowned at the pile of sophomore ballots and sighed. Right. Counting.. He at least had a way to pass the effort. He began. "So, sir, fucking anyone lately?"[/style] [STYLE=font-size:10px; padding-left: 12px; font-weight: bold]words: 201 tags: senssseei~ notes: solateisorry credit: template made by oxymoron! of btn[/style]

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