The staring contest. God knows how long its been around. It is the traditional way to settle something, possibly second behind 'Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!.' And now, Roxas sat in his chair, his back to the rest of the classroom, staring his teacher down. The fate of his final term paper depended on it. Or, whether or not it would even be written.

How he had gotten here, he had no idea. The day had gone smoothly; he had gone to class, gone to lunch, gone to class, and then afternoon announcements rang throughout the halls. He had gotten up to go home after study hall. His teacher had called him behind. Now, here he was a half an hour later, eyes burning and watering like no tomorrow.

"Roxas." The sound of his name broke him from his brief reverie.


"You're going to lose."

"No way."

"Hell yes."

His teacher, Professor Axel Russo, was most likely the most laid back teacher Roxas had ever had. He swore in front of the class, he criticized other teachers in front of the class, and he was practically the only openly gay man in their town. Naturally, he was the art teacher.

Roxas's nails dug into the desk as he struggled to keep his eyes open and focused on the green emeralds that held his gaze. It killed him to admit that he was difficult, and that he would most likely lose.


"Shut up! I'm not going to lose." Another thing about Professor Axel? You could pretty much talk to him anyway you wanted, so long as your art was good and your class effort and participation were good. Roxas was the best student in the class, so he was all but untouchable.

"Whatever you say." Axel had his hands folded calmly beneath his chin, a wry smile decorating his perfect face. His head was tilted to the side, a gesture of minimal interest.

He blinked. Once, twice, three times. Axel's smile widened as Roxas let his head fall onto his desk, none too gently. It made a noise that resounded through the classroom and through the open door, into the empty hallway.

"Told you so~" Axel chimed, standing up and walking over to sit in the desk beside Roxas.

"Shut. Up. Please." Roxas replied burying his face in his hands.

"We have a deal." The redhead continued, ignoring his student. "Time to pay up, Blondie."

The thing about deals is, they're broken. A lot like rules, except two people lose instead of just one. Roxas was entirely prepared to let the deal fall through and give Axel anything to make that so. Axel, being a teacher, had expected this, in the least. As a matter of fact, he had a plan should Roxas decide to take that route. And he implemented it.

"Let me out of it."


"I'll do anything."




"Yeah. Anything."

They were standing, and Roxas was getting in Axel's face. Axel remained completely unfazed, bending down to stare into Roxas's eyes and studying the series of expressions he went through as they argued.

Then he shrugged, his own expression becoming one of disinterest. "You know it would be much easier for you to do the paper."

"And why is that?"

"I'm prepared to offer you an alternative. But once you decide, for sure, that you prefer my alternative, I'm not going to allow you to go back."

"I'm willing to accept that."

Axel nodded. "Very well then. Let's go."

He backed off, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder and walking towards the door. Roxas, caught between surprise and curiosity, followed suit. He caught up with Axel halfway down the hallway and had to jog to keep up with his long strides.

"That's it?"

"For now."

"What's your alternative?"

"Oh yes. I almost forgot." He stopped short and turned to Roxas, smiling broadly. "You're going to be staying with me for the next week. During that time, you will not object to anything I ask you to do, anything that involves you and I, et cetera. Understand?"

Roxas swallowed hard. Yes, Professor Axel was every kid's favorite teacher. Yes, he was probably the most awesome teacher within 500 miles, And yes, Roxas (and every other student in his school) loved him to death. However, that didn't change the fact that he was afraid of what Axel was capable of.


Because it was clearly possible (even though the blonde didn't understand how) Axel's smile widened. "Fabulous. Let's go."

They began walking again, pushing through the double glass doors of the school and heading to Axel's car. During that time, a comfortable silence between the two, one single thought occupied Roxas's mind: This was going to be a very, very long week.