Midnight Hours [PRG Hydra & Bittersweet]

The sound of voices forced Yushin to open his eyes. He blinked heavily, taking in the blurriness of his surroundings. Soon he was reminded of where he was and realization hit him like a slap in the face. He considered getting up, but it was already too late. He heard the footsteps approach and soon the door was pulled open.

He closed his eyes once again, sinking deeper into the coziness off the bed. Riku’s scent filled his nostrils and they made him want to doze off again and never leave. He would have to enjoy the feeling of sleeping in the heavenly bed only for a few seconds more and honestly he wished for it to never end. Soon either Riku or his roommate would speak up and everything would be over. ‘I guess it’s time for me to go to class soon.’

Riku heard Katsuo's sharp intake of breath, and he immediately knew that something was wrong. Stepping into the room right after him, he soon came to realize what it was.

"Whoa, dude, what the hell" Katsuo said, looking at Riku in surprise. "There is a guy in your bed, Miyamoto. I didn't know you swung that way!"

Riku blinked a couple of times, dumbstruck. There was indeed a guy sleeping in his bed. He would have thought Yushin would be gone by now, but clearly that wasn't the case.

"The fuck do you think you're implying?!" Riku, who had come back to his senses, angrily shouted. "I'm not into guys, he's a friend of mine!"

Katsuo just raised his eyebrows at him in a disbelieving manner. "Oh really, now. Let's take a look at this handsome fellow of yours."

Riku didn't have time to react before Katsuo had walked up to Riku's bed and pulled off the covers, revealing a sleepy Yushin.

"My, my", Katsuo said, letting out a low whistle at the sight. "A Night Class student? Just what have you been up to, Riku Miyamoto?"

Yushin’s eyes were by now, wide open in surprise. Suddenly the cozy warmth of Riku’s duvet was gone and there was an awful lot of noise just above his head. He sat up, rubbing at his eyes.

“Oh my, guess it’s that time already?” he muttered, glaring at Riku’s roommate. “So noisy.” He threw his legs over the edge of the bed, getting to his feet. Yushin rolled his shoulders, tilting his head to the sides. He’d slept way too good and being woken up in such an unpleasant matter had sparked a fire inside him.

When Yushin straightened up, he realized that Riku’s roommate was plenty shorter than himself. He narrowed his eyes, glaring at him. “Miyamoto-kun, something’s blocking my path. It sure is tiny” he said, blinking at the shorter male. “Ah”, he suddenly said as he raised a hand into the air, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I think it’s a gnome!”

"I don't think I like your boyfriend, Miyamoto", Katsuo said while eyeing Yushin suspiciously. "He just called me a gnome!"

Riku tried to surpress his giggling, he really did, but ended up bursting out into laughter. It was a loud laughter that seemed to echo in the messy room, and Riku would have felt shameful about it if it just wasn't so god damn funny.

"Oi, Miyamoto! What's so funny?!"

"I'm sorry, it's just... pfft", he managed to force out. By then he was out of breath, and he had tears running down his face. Later on, when he could no longer recall what he had found so funny about the conversation, he would blame it on his tiredness.

Katsuo just looked at him, his expression unamused. "If anything, you're the gnome here!" he told Riku, pointing an accusing finger at him. "I'm obviously taller than you!"

"That doesn't matter, since he likes me more. You just woke him up, dude! You gotta deal with the consequences."

Katsuo pouted, his shoulders slacking in mock disappointment. "Fine", he said, flashing Riku a sweet smile before turning around slightly to face Yushin.

"You, boyfriend-of-Miyamoto, is one rude fellow. Now, if you would just let me-" Katsuo balled his hands into fists, but before he got the chance to make a move Riku had grabbed hold of him by the arm, twisting it in an uncomfortable position behind his back.

"Maybe you should head back to the Moon Dormitory, Kobayashi. Your classes should start soon", Riku said cheerfully, ignoring Katsuo's wails of pain.

Eyeing the spectacle before him made Yushin smile lightly. Even though he was really sleepy and his head felt rather dizzy, he couldn’t help himself. He patted Riku’s roommate on the head.

“Embrace your true nature, little one. It pains my tattered soul to see you struggle so greatly” he purred, voice light and soft. He cast Riku a glance, blinking at him slowly. “I’ll take my leave then, but I assume that we will see each other again, Miyamoto-kun.”

He turned his back toward the humans, noticing his uniform jacket hanging over the back of a chair. “Oh, that would be mine” he proclaimed, reaching out and grabbing it. He slipped it on before exiting the room, waving his hand. “Farewell, humans.”

"Ow, ow, ow!" Katsuo yelled as soon as Riku let go of his arm. "What the hell did you do that for, dude?! I was totally gonna kick his ass!" For a person who was supposed to be in pain, he sure did manage to flail his arms around dramatically.

Riku just shrugged, staring at the empty space where Yushin had been just mere moments ago. He had taken his uniform jacket with him, saving him the trouble of returning it to one of the members of the Disciplinary Committee.

"Did it cross your mind that perhaps that was the exact reason I chose to do it?" he said, a small smile playing on his lips.

"People in love are so mean, man. So mean!"

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Hayato didn't like this time of the evening, and the main reason for that was that he found it extremely stressfull. Firstly, he had to fix his hair in order to look stunning in front of the Day Class ladies. It didn't take much for him to look flawless, though, and he knew he looked just as good in his bed hair as in his styled hair, but he also did it for his own, narcissistic self-satisfaction. It was very important for him to look his best in order to survive the day.

And secondly was the never ending torment of going to class. Hayato had troubles when it came to concentrating on the teacher's lectures, as they in his opinion were extraordinarily boring.

'It's all gibberish', he thought bitterly. 'I don't understand why I have to learn all that in order to coexist with humans, it's all a huge waste of my time.'

Lost in his own thoughts, Hayato hadn't realized he had got separated from the rest of the Night Class students. It was only when he started to look around him that he noticed that he was indeed alone. The corridor was deserted, and Hayato realized he must have made a wrong turn somewhere to end up there.

"Ah, useless aristocrats", he complained, his voice over dramatic. "They should know better than to leave a Pureblood behind."

“Yes. It shall be taken care of instantly, sensei” Nozomi said eagerly, the pile of books heavy in his arms. The teacher smiled at him, sending him off and out of the lecture hall with a pat on the back. When he turned away, Nozomi’s smile died away. Being the most responsible person in the entire class, useless work was dumped on him. Like this task, returning books to the library.

He climbed the stairs gloomily, pushing the door to the lecture hall open with his hip and walking into the corridor. It was mostly deserted, and outside the grand window in the left end of the hallway the sun was setting. That explained it.

Nozomi sighed, clutching the books closer to his chest. “Already twilight, huh? That means—“

As he turned around, taking a step toward the library, something rammed into him. Or rather someone. Books went flying and Nozomi lost his footing against the marbled floor, and he too crashed to the floor.

“Ah, ouchie”, he cried out, looking up at the person he’d collided with. The white uniform made him go pale. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t see you.”

Panicky, he got to his knees and started gathering the books. He wanted to just run, leave everything behind and later face the consequences Fujioka-sensei would drop onto his shoulders. Nozomi then realized that if he pulled a stunt like that, it would be rather obvious that he was scared of the Night Class student and a runner.

So instead of abandoning his pride as a very tiny male, he gathered the books. But when the Night Class student hovered above him like a raptor, he couldn’t manage such a simple task. Piling books turned out to be very hard and he just kept fumbling with them, continually watching them scatter over the floor. ‘Someone take me away from here.’