loverboy

cardiac arrest

"Dude! I sat outside your door for like- 3 hours until Daiya came home from work and told me- told me in the most casual tone- 'ohhh Mondo got arrested," He imitates Daiya by deepening his voice, screeching loud enough for other people on the busy shibuya train to turn their heads in annoyance and curiousity.

"Im sorry man-" Mondo scratches the back of his neck, before Kazuichi begins whining once more.

"You- You coulda told me you weren't gonna make it! Instead of wasting my damn Sunday!" He crosses his strong arms as he leans into the uncomfortable plastic train seat with legs manspreading.

Mondo couldn't help but angrily chuckle at his friend's idiocy, raising the back of his hand to his smirk. "Hey dumbass, tell me this: how the fuck was I supposed to contact you while in jail?" He grips the tsurikawa as the train rocks back and forth. "Dontcha get one phone call?" The mechanic retorts, blowing a rasberry. He rolls his lavender eyes. "Idiot."

"Hey, whats with your hair, anyways? Why's it so uh-messy?" Kazuichi grabs his bag, rising as the train comes to a halt, high pitch screeching as the automated voice announces their stop. They join the crowd of students and business people as they miserably trudge in the direction of school.

"Eh? I... just wanted to try somethin' new," He self-conciously fluffs his loose pomp, heeding the hall monitor's compliment. He honestly hoped 'eyebrow-chan,' would notice the new hairstyle.

"Got a problem, grease monkey?" He growls through the chatter and creaks of trains, causing Kazuichi to flinch. "Wha-what? No! It looks good! Really good!" He waves his hands while climbing up the congested stairs, out of the dark station. Only to be met with pouring rain- which is the exact reason why the ultimate biker gang leader wasn't- well- biking around today.

The two boys hesitate on the staircase, enjoying the last few moments of dryness as Kazuichi lets out a little noise of horror. The rain was coming down so hard, that before they could even escape shelter, the waterfall flowing down the subway roof would drench them easily.

The mob eventually shoved them out, forcing the brave to sacrifice their perfectly styled hair.

Mondo was the first to sprint, his crisp white loafers splashing in the flooded sidewalk, racing against the weather until he stopped under a shop's awning. He slipped his gang jacket off, wringing the water whilst Kazuichi seriously debated skipping class. Ya know what? Fuck it. The mechanic ran like his life depended on it, screeching as he met Mondo under the sweet, sweet shelter.

"This is seriously so stupid! My-my hair's all wet!" He wailed, angrily pointing at Mondo as if this was his fault. The biker gave him weary look, Kazuichi clearly ignoring his friend's lack of interest. "But I can't skip because Ishimaru-kun already threatened extra cleaning duty!" He pulled his beanie over his eyes in frustration as Mondo handed his jacket over to Soda before charging to the gates of Hopes Peak.

The first bell sounded as Mondo shoved his drenched white loafers in his shoe locker, slipping on the required brown ones.

The hallways were lively as he stood in front of class 78's doorway to strip of his soaked button up, leaving him in his undershirt. This caused a couple eyes to follow him as he casually waltzed to his desk, his undershirt transparent (due to rain water) sticking to his chest and abdomen.

Him and Kazuichi actually made it to class early. Well, not entirely early, but most students haven't made it yet due to delayed trains; thank the downpour.

He strung his shirt over a chair, plopping into his own. He ran rough fingers through his damp, curly hair focusing his attention on his bag, searching for his Yu Yu Hakisho manga.

The classroom was nice and quiet, the only other present students being Makoto- who was focused on some game on his psp, Sakura- reading a novel and Hifumi- frantically scribbling in a notebook. Nice, tranquil. Mondo enjoyed silence. Ironic, considering just how loud and thunderous he is.

But, of course, the silence was soon broken by a certain obnoxious hall monitor who just finished his daily rounds.

"Good morning, sensei!" He rushed into class, sweetly waving at a passing teacher with a blinding smile. He checked his watch, his khaki pants hugging his hips causing Mondo's eyes to drift. He caught himself, hurridly shifting his focus back to his manga.

He hooked his brown leather bag and navy blue umbrella to his desk, brushing his neatly ironed blazer. Mondo didn't even notice his arrival until, "Good morning Owada-kun!!" Kiyotaka salutes, prompting Naegi and Yamada to flinch at the sudden sound. The biker rolls his eyes at the monitor's excruciatingly enthusiastic attitude, humming in response, keeping his eyes on his manga.

Taka settles at his desk, recoiling after feeling something cold and wet against his back. He slightly winces at the feeling, pulling on the oversized button up dripping droplets down his chair.

He puts the pieces together, staring a bit too long at Mondo's undershirt before tapping on the biker's desk with his voice stern and blaring. "Owada-kun! This belongs to you, yes?" He sets a neatly folded collared shirt aside Mondo's manga, careful as to not get the book wet. The biker's blacked lined eyes slowly drift up to the prefect, yawning as if bored- which only fueled Taka's assertive expression.

"You musn't break dresscode like this! Wearing an obscene tank top like that is forbidden!" Mondo couldn't help but chuckle lowly. Obscene? "Look dipshit, it was rainin' out. Rules or not, im not wearin' a drenched shirt," He growls, marking the corner of his manga when a fresh scented blazer is held in front of him, folded perfectly.

Makoto and Hifumi give a look of worry, afriad the events of last week will take place again.

The biker crosses his arms as Taka wears an intense expression, furrowing his thick brows till they crease. "Take it! I expect it returned tomorrow!" Mondo maintained his cool composure, but he couldn't help the blood rushing to cheeks.

"Th-" He cleared his throat, forcing a scary expression. "This ain't gonna fit me." Taka wore an amused look, smirking. "Aren't you flattering yourself a bit too much, Owada-kun? Try it on." The biker stared, bewildered at his comment. Taka expected him to throw back a witty reply, but he simply obeyed the hall monitor, slipping on the blazer wordlessly.

Goosebumps prick Owada's scarred, bronzed skin as cold, slender fingers button the tightly fitted blazer, stepping back to pinch his chin, observing. Taka straightened Mondo's collar as he sat stiff, below the prefect.

With hands on hips, his lips curl into an accomplished grin as sweat visably rolls down the biker's temple, wearing a look of annoyance. Truth was, anxiety boiled in his stomach as Taka continued his little "makeover," reaching for a head full of brown curls. He tugs on a peice of hair, letting the natural waves bounce back, spilling into lavender eyes.

Mondo relaxed his shoulders, leaning into Taka, fingertips running through his mullet. "Your hair looks nice today," He said softly, a bold contrast compared to his usual stern tone as he tucked some strands behind the biker's pierced ears. His touch was like fire to Mondo's feverish skin. A jolt of lust.

Mondo hummed in response, fiddling with his fingers, attempting to appear unaffected by the hall monitor's petting.

"I see I've had some sort of influence on you," Taka finally pulled away, settling back into his desk. "No. It was the rain," The biker huffs. Taka says nothing in response, Mondo feeling guilt spilling into his gut.

With his back turned, Mondo felt his heart skip a beat, his breath quicken. He puts his cold hands against his red cheeks, thankful Taka couldn't see his brief moment of vulnerability.

He grumbled. This was fuckin' ridiculous. His legs spread apart, sitting informally while unbuttoning the blazer like it was burning his skin.

He couldn't help but feel resentment towards Taka.

His eyebrow twitched as that stupid fucking hall monitor carried on with his day, while Mondo was forced to cope with these unfamiliar, complicated feelings.

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sorry for like- having writers block for 2 months lol. enjoy this chapter tho!!