Classroom Shenanigans

Pasnur sighed, staring at the clock on the wall. In the background, the teacher droned on, teaching concepts that he had already learned. It didn't matter. The only reason that Pasnur came to class was to see Nagan.

Standing at 1.7m, the blond-haired, blue-eyed cute little teenager was a perfect fit for the 23 year old, 1.8m, dark haired and eyed hunk that was Pasnur.

Repeatedly glancing at the empty desk that should contain his crush, Pasnur decided to find Nagan. Stalking out of the lecture hall, he paid no attention to the indignant muttering of the teacher. His father's position as chairman was more than deterring enough to discourage the teacher from stopping him.

Pasnur walked to the university's gym, where he knew that Nagan would be working out, keeping his fit body in shape. Sure enough, when he sidled through the entrance of the gym, he was greeted with a full view of the sweaty topless body of Nagan. Pasnur swallowed, fighting to keep his blush from rising.

"Nagan," he called in a slightly hoarse voice, "why weren't you in class?"

Startled, the teenager turned around, pulling out his earphones. Glancing at the time, his eyes widened. "Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit! I didn't notice the time! Thanks Pasnur!" He ran off, gathering his clothes in his arms and heading to the change rooms.

Pasnur stared where the boy had been standing, conflicted on whether or not to follow him. His mind wandered, imagining what Nagan was doing. Perhaps taking off his sweaty shirt and preparing to have a quick shower.

These wandering thoughts quickly filled up Pasnur's mind, and he soon felt something warm and slightly sticky on his face.

'Is this... blood?' he wondered, staring at the stripe of red painted across his finger.

It was the first time in his life that he had ever gotten a nosebleed. 'I guess this means that I will have to go to the bathroom to clean it off.'

Finally deciding on an excuse that allowed him to see his beloved Nagan, Pasnur made his way to the changing rooms, and to where Nagan was located.

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That's all folks~! For now, anyway. In the meantime, here's a mini AU between Pasnur and Nagan:

He had trained for that moment his whole life. If he had killed that target, he would finally have been free! But he couldn't do it. Pasnur knew that if he lost this target, his life wouldn't be worth living anyway.

If Nagan would run away with him, he would flee and hide. Never to be found by the organisation.

But Nagan wouldn't come. Well, not alive, at least.

And that was why Pasnur was sitting in police custody at New York Airport, carrying nothing but a suitcase stuffed full of a body.