A/N- This is my first story that I have posted - or seriously written with the intention of it going anywhere.
I am welcoming all reviews.

Disclaimer - Gakuen Heaven , and all of its characters belong to Spray - producer peoples.

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Iwai Takuto held the worn peice of charcoal between his index finger and thumb , holding it just
lightly enough so that it would not fall out of his hand , but yet hard enough so that he would leave the burnt black after path on the page.

He had done this so often that he almost need not look at the page, for it seemed to him as though his hand had eyes , for he knew always where each stroke of the charcoal would be placed. For as long as he could remember, he had always had tremendous talent for any kind of art. Or so he was always told.

The object of this particular drawing was, Shinomiya Kouji. Captain of the Archery club , and Head of the dorms. In every aspect shinomiya was a beautiful person, never more so than when he held the bow and the arrow together, poised to aim with perfection. Iwai was always captivated by this , always watching so intently. His eyes watching as the muscle in shinomiyas jaw flexed with concentration, the drawn in eyebrows and calculating eyes , the muscles in his forearms tense as he brought back the bowstring with the featherd end of the arrow , and then release as the arrow was let go with the bowstring , and sent across the distance of the yard, to impail itself upon the middle of the target.

" Iwai."
Looking up Iwai saw that the object of his scrutiny had moved and was no longer poised to shoot another arrow, but calmly standing in front of him.
Embarrassed , He quickly shoved the charcoal sketch into his bag , hoping that the rough movement would not damage the paper.

" I-Im sorry , shinomiya. " He was stuttering , he knew he was apologising for nothing and Shinomiya was going to laugh at his flusterd exterior.
" Sorry for what Iwai ? Im done with my practise for today. You should head back and get something to eat , Im sure you didnt have breakfast again this morning. Am I right ? " Shinomiya half chuckled , as he reposistioned his bow.
" ...Sorry. I-I forgot again. " He could feel his face glowing in embarrassment. Shinomiya and the King were always checking up on him to make sure he had eaten that day, his health wasnt all that great and he needed the protien to help ensure he would not get any more ill . He heard Shinomiya sigh , he always did that when he confirmed that he had not eaten again that day.

" Iwai . I am going in to change and when I get back to the main building , I had better find you in the cafeteria , in line , ordering something. If I dont I will drag you there myself and make you eat. Dont think I wont . And besides the King is always at the cafeteria hell make sure you get something. " Shinomiya threatned. Iwai was used to this reaction. He didnt blame Shinomiya , being that he has a younger brother with cardiac problems, so it was natural for him to take on the role as ' Mother-Hen ' and always checking up on her young.
" I will . Dont worry. " Iwai confirmed , giving a half-hearted smile, as he turned to leave the archery grounds.

/ God Iwai , ... you really need to take better care of yourself. You keep worrying me sick . / Shinomiya sighed , watching the artist leave the archery doors.