"Trash. I don't want you bothering me anymore with your shit."

On the floor, Hiruma looks up from his laptop and mesh of candy-colored cellphones. "Okay," he says, inconceivably calm and amenable.

"Okay?"Agon frowns, leaning forward from where he stands against the railing. "Just okay?"

Hiruma pops and then chews his gum. "Okay, as in, it makes no fucking sense you'd track me down on your GPS and climb twenty-one flights to this rooftop just to tell me you're done with me, and by the way it's not even six fucking a.m., but, oookay, fucking dreads."

Agon gnashes his teeth in rage, and it's mostly at himself. Since when did he become unambiguous? Or such a dumbfuck, anyway? And then Hiruma smirks at him, at the blatancy of his bullshit, so Agon conveys his chagrin by kicking out at the stupid cellphones. "Fuck you!"

Half the phones end up tossed and bent with the wires in a vicious snarl, but Hiruma doesn't blow up or concern himself with any of it, with this goddamn situation all in all. He simply turns his attention back to his laptop, as if unimpressed.

But none of that matters to Agon, anyway, the second he catches the faintest red around Hiruma's jaw. So apparently it's two-way, the bullshitting. "Sure," Agon smirks, "maybe I did come all the way up here to see you, this butt-early even -- and that turns you on so much you can't even look at me right now."

"Yeah, cos I'm the one with the hard-on right now."

"You are blushing."

Hiruma breaks into dismissive laughter. "I've got a fever, dumbass."

"Like hell you do." Agon pushes himself off the railing and the following moment is plopped down next to Hiruma, the back of his hand against Hiruma's forehead. The burning touch of Hiruma's skin dashes him to a severe extent.

Smirking, Hiruma blows his gum and snaps it in Agon's face. "I didn't burst your bubble or something, did I?"

It's not everyday he lets Hiruma get the better of him, but Agon isn't really used to this kind of shit, since he almost never has to deal with brush-offs -- genuine or feigned they may be -- and so without really thinking he scowls openly at Hiruma and declares, "You just know how to ruin my day."

Unexpectedly, Hiruma says nothing.

They don't speak to each other or look at each other for a while, until Hiruma spits out his gum, because that's when Agon turns back to Hiruma and draws him into a long kiss.

+

On his laptop screen, Hiruma watches the bespectacled geezer step out of the train, sniffing the hand he's just slipped under the skirt of this schoolgirl. "Fuck," he scowls.

"The hell you upset about," Agon glances up from the wires he's untangling, "you got your blackmail."

"But I could've nailed the lech right there, if you weren't fucking right here all along!"

"Are you outta your head, trash? That chick looks like fungus! No way I'd've hauled my ass down there!"

"Useless fucking dreads," Hiruma grumbles, slamming the cover down on his laptop.

But he looks ahead at Agon, watches the way he sorts out the mess he made, and somehow Hiruma grows a tad less pissed. The look across Agon's face is sort of intent, and behind his shades, in the lines between his eyebrows, there's this concentration so pure and -- in Agon's case -- so rare, that Hiruma feels like reaching out to tuck a bunch of dreadlocks behind Agon's ears.

Then a sound goes off in Agon's pocket. Agon fishes out his cellphone and snorts. "Ah, little piece o'shit."

"Who?" Hiruma asks, only generally curious.

"You know him," Agon smirks, tossing the ringing phone to Hiruma, "my brother."

Hiruma notes the Little Shit blinking across the screen before he flicks the phone open and holds it up close to his ear. A voice blares through the receiver, and Hiruma trades a few grins and a cackle with Agon all through the manic call.

"BASTARD, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU - MORNING PRACTICE STARTED AN HOUR AGO - DAMN YOU, I NEED MY NOTES FOR MY BOOK REPORT - WHAT STUPID WHORE DID YOU GIVE THEM TO THIS TIME - GET THEM BACK A.S.A.P. - LET HER DO HER OWN DAMN REPORT - I NEED THOSE NOTES BY RECESS - OH, MOM TOLD ME AGAIN TO TELL YOU TO CUT YOUR HAIR AND - HELLO - ARE YOU THERE - SAY SOMETHING, YOU DIRTBAG - WAIT A SECOND - IS THIS HIRUMA YOUICHI I'M SPEAKING TO -"

Hiruma snickers into the phone and is about to converse with this Kongou twin, but either Agon disapproves of this or has had enough of the call, for he then grabs the phone off Hiruma's grip and then all of Hiruma's attention with another kiss.

He's still cracking up from the call, but the kiss gets Hiruma going nonetheless, so he meets Agon's heady aggressiveness and seizes Agon's shirt to himself. In a bit, Hiruma can feel the hand Agon has snaked under his uniform jacket, growing warm against the small of his back.

+

On the floor, they lie together like a pair of spoons. It takes some time -- and more than a few sharp pokes of his elbow -- for Hiruma to convince Agon to let go.

"What the shit are you going to school for, anyway?" Agon grumbles, even as he un-loops his arms around Hiruma's bare waist.

Hiruma can't tell if it's just from having fucked, but his body temperature feels about a hundred degrees higher. "The fucking nurse oughtta have something for this shit," he says, and then stands up.

Agon sinks back against the wall and makes no move to stand, as if all he intends is to slouch there for the remainder of the day. He simply watches Hiruma pull his pants up, grab his laptop from the floor, and sling his school-issued bag over a shoulder. But just as Hiruma starts to leave, Agon asks, "What're you doing after school."

Hiruma slips a stick of gum into his mouth. "Nothing, why."

"Nothing."

They leave it at that, and don't bother to say goodbye to each other, but Agon catches up with Hiruma before he can come halfway down the twenty-one flights of stairs. Before they reach the bottom landing, Agon snatches a kiss from Hiruma for the last time.

+

In between lifting at the gym, sitting at the salon, and thrashing a few lowlifes along the way, Agon spends the rest of the morning and the afternoon imagining obscene things that concern Hiruma and rope, Hiruma and fresh bruises, and other concepts of the sort.

When he finally makes it to afternoon practice minutes before it ends, some idiot on the team makes an offhand comment how it doesn't suit Agon to brood. Calmly, Agon takes a seat on the bench, but not before smashing the heel of his palm against the idiot's rib cage. The coughing of blood that ensues makes him smirk.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO TO OUR CAPTAIN -"

And that's all he needs to consider getting up and getting the hell out of the field, out of the school. But first, he needs to ask the little shit, "Where's the way to Maou Middle School?"

Unsui stands a little dumbfounded for a second. "Do you like that guy or something?"

It's a jarring little thought, one that elicits a defensive "What?!" and then a laugh full of scorn from Agon, but the look he catches on his brother's face appears mostly unconvinced.

In the end, Agon decides to check with his GPS and takes the easiest route to Maou.

+

All Kurita really does is try on his new Shinryuuji uniform and Hiruma's unable to stop laughing his head off. Musashi's starting to give him a funny look, but Kurita gently spells it out for him.

"Hiruma's laugh may sound evil, Musashi, but he's just really like that."

"This is his normal laugh?" Musashi asks.

Kurita smiles wide. "No, this is his laugh when he's happy."

"Shut the fuck up, fucking fatty," Hiruma snaps, wheezing a little. "I can't be happy 'til that day you and fucking old man and I are standing on a fucking football field as Shinryuugi Nagas. All fucking three of us!"

"And that genius friend of yours, right?" Kurita winks, a wink that gives a little too much away.

Musashi turns to Hiruma with raised eyebrows, and then another funny look. "So you like that guy or something?"

As his some sort of response, Hiruma erupts in an even crazier fit of laughter until his sides pretty near hurt. But Kurita's right about him being happy, and somehow, for some fucked up reason, Hiruma wishes Agon were around to laugh with him, too.

END