What happens when I am stuck in an exam room for three hours after having had minimal sleep and with absolutely nothing to do because I rushed everything just so I could get in sleep because it's too early in the morning for exams, only to be continuously woken up by the supervisors? I go insane. So enjoy this side-story to 'Teach Me, Senpai' that I wrote down on paper so the supervisors would get off my back.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Fran looked up at Bel's voice. His expression was blank as he put the frog he was holding on top of head, staring as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Introducing. What does it look like?"

Bel stormed over to Fran's side and snatched the frog away from him, holding it to his chest in a protective manner; he didn't want to say it out loud, but his heart was pounding furiously against his chest from anxiety at what he had just witnessed. "Like you were trying to feed my frog to that thing."

The teal-haired boy blinked before he spoke in a soft voice that was still as monotone as ever. "Stupid-senpai, dogs don't eat frogs. You eat frogs."

The blond blushed at what his eighteen-year-old lover was insinuating; no matter how long he had been with Fran for, he was still rather shy when it came to their bedroom activities being pointed out so casually. Pointing a finger at the puppy laying on his couch and chewing the pillows, he changed the subject. "Why is it on my couch?"

"I thought he could use a bit of comfort." Fran rolled his eyes. "I know you don't like dogs, but you haven't even given him a chance yet, senpai. I've only had him for a week."

Bel hmphed before he left the room with his frog; he wasn't going to stand there and let the younger lecture him about things he wasn't ready to talk about yet. Entering his bedroom, he put his frog back in its enclosure, keeping it safe from the monstrosity he had foolishly agreed to buy for his Froggy.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Bel put his face in his hands as memories of his childhood flashed through his mind. Soon pulling his knees up to his chest, Bel sighed; he knew he would never be able to come to like Fran's dog, because every time he saw it, he could only feel the fear he had come to associate with his father.

I shouldn't have gotten him a dog… Laying down on his bed, Bel bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. It was all he could do to stop himself from crying, but somehow, the tears soon fell anyway.

Back in the living room, Fran had turned his attention to the German shepherd puppy that was now nipping playfully at his hands. He couldn't say he wasn't upset with how things had gone; he knew from the start that Bel may never like his puppy, and he understood that – he really did! – but it still hurt a little to see his boyfriend so openly reject the animal when Bel hadn't even given the puppy a chance yet.

"Don't worry, Mamoru," the boy said as he patted the dog. "He'll come around. He just isn't used to animals. Except for frogs. He loves frogs."

Mamoru whimpered as he pawed at his owner, wanting the pat that he knew Fran was all too happy to bless him with.

I have to show him that his father was wrong to train Bel to feel this way towards animals, Fran thought, pulling his puppy onto his lap. That's the only reason he won't go near Mamoru – I know he's scared because of how his father was towards them.

With a sigh, Fran looked to the TV he had long since forgotten about, feeling much better now that he had a puppy here to help keep him safe.

~~Nightfall~~

Fran moaned softly as Bel moved inside of him, his hands gripping clothed shoulders tightly.

"B-bel-senpai…" Fran's eyes were closed, and he was sure he wasn't going to last much longer.

However, just as the boy felt as if he were about to climax, Bel stopped moving altogether.

"Bel-senpai?" Fran opened his eyes and pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking over to where Bel was staring. He quickly saw the source of Bel's displeasure, and he couldn't help but feel guilty; it was his fault his boyfriend probably wouldn't be able to finish now.

Bel growled as he spoke to Fran, a deep annoyance in his voice. "I thought you promised to put it outside." Bel was not asking.

Fran rubbed the back of his head as he explained. "I was going to, but it was cold out there."

"So you let it wander in and disturb us instead?" Bel had lost all interest in what he had been doing, slipping his already-soft member out of the boy and leaving Fran to take care of himself. He knew he was probably over-reacting, but he couldn't help it; the thought of that damn dog was enough to overpower his sexual desire with anxiety, let alone the real thing.

Fran watched as Bel rolled over onto his side with his back facing the younger. He sighed before looking back at his puppy, groaning in annoyance at both Bel leaving him like this, and Mamoru for being the cause of it. Standing up, he jumped off the bed and moved towards the doorway.

"Come on, Mamoru," Fran called, getting the puppy to follow him into the laundry. "Stupid-senpai won't let you wander, so you can sleep in here."

Spreading out dirty towels to make a bed for the dog, Fran tried to hurry to he could go back and take care of himself; his groin was throbbing from neglect, and the cold night air wasn't helping matters.

"He could have at least finished us off before deciding to go to sleep…" Fran mumbled to himself as he left the laundry, heading towards the toilet. He knew he wasn't going to be able to go to sleep like this, so he had to do something with his imagination and his hand before returning back to the bedroom.

~~Bel~~

Bel wasn't very happy when Fran jumped back into bed and nestled against him, startling him out of the sleep he had been on the verge of. It wasn't that he was mad at Fran – it was the boy's dog he hated – but he couldn't help but shun Fran because of it. He knew he shouldn't be taking his past out on his lover like this, but…

There was still a lot of unresolved issues in Bel's life that required a little more time and therapy before he could recover.

"Senpai?" Fran tangled his fingers into blond locks, playing with the hair gently. He continued to speak when Bel hummed in acknowledgement, glad that the older male still wanted to talk to him. "…Do you regret getting me Mamoru?"

Bel rolled around to face Fran, his hidden eyes shining with guilt. "Froggy knows I hate animals…"

"So why did you get him for me?" Fran whispered, his small hand brushing blond bangs away so that he could look into those crimson eyes that were forever hidden from everyone.

"Because the prince wants Froggy to be happy." There was no hesitation in this response; simply genuine honesty; there was nothing Bel wouldn't do for the boy, and he hoped Fran could see that.

"I'd be happy even without a dog as long as I was with you." Fran leant over and pressed his soft lips against his boyfriend's cheek, wishing Bel could understand that – but a lifetime of rejection had really made it hard for the blond to put that amount of trust in someone else. "You didn't have to say yes, senpai…"

"Froggy wanted a dog," Bel countered stubbornly, as if it were the most important thing in the world – and to Bel, it was; Fran was his lover, and Fran meant everything to him.

It was silent between them for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts, before Fran whispered hesitantly, "Would you be happier if I gave Mamoru away…?"

"We both know the answer to that, Froggy…"

"Can you please give him a chance?" Fran requested as he clambered on top of his lover, curling up on the older male's chest. "If you still don't like him… I'll find him a new home…"

"…We'll see…" Bel said softly, bringing his hand up to caress his Froggy's face. "I'll need to think about it…"

Fran nodded, leaning into the touch. He had to be understanding of however Bel handled this situation, because at the end of the day, he wasn't the one who had been through what Bel had.

~~The next morning~~

Having woken early for once, Bel had left Fran to sleep and gone to sit in the living room for a while. The puppy had somehow escaped from the laundry and was sleeping on the couch once more, and Bel couldn't help but stand in the middle of the living room and stare at it, contemplating; did he approach it, or…?

When the animal lifted its head to stare back at Bel, its tail started wagging. The man frowned at this, trying to understand why it would be happy to see him; Bel hated the damn thing, so… Why was the feeling not mutual…?

With a sigh, Bel finally stepped forward, knowing that there was nothing more important to him than his Froggy, and if learning to accept the stupid animal would mean something to the younger, then he would try his best.

Moving closer to the couch, Bel slowly extended his hand towards the puppy. His heart started racing again in anxiety, but he did his best to ignore it; he had to do this for his Froggy. He had to. He watched Mamoru reproachfully as he came closer, halfway towards his goal. He begun to tremble, memories of his father's cruelty flashing through his mind, almost too scared to close the distance, but then…

Bel gasped as the dog's tongue licked his outstretched fingers. He was tempted to pull his hand back to his person, but then again… He had said he'd try…

Keeping his hand out for the pup, Bel slowly relaxed as he got used to the sensation. To his surprise, it was one that wasn't entirely unwelcome; it would just take a lot for him to get used to.

Fran, who had just stepped into the living room, smiled as he watched Bel with his puppy. From the angle he was standing on, he had a clear view of his boyfriend's face, and he could see the tears that were trailing down pale cheeks. He understood that, in that moment, Bel was finally facing another part of his trauma.

Bel whispered to Fran, his voice just loud enough to be heard. "It… feels nice… It's like… everything he did… never happened…"

"Yeah, that's what dogs do," Fran pointed out. "That's why I wanted one."

Fran felt his heart warm as he witnessed Bel lifting his free hand, using it to stroke down the puppy's back in a wary manner, as if testing the waters.

"So I can keep him, right?" Fran deadpanned, already knowing the answer. "Unless you still think he's gross or whatever."

Bel just smiled through his tears as he nodded. "Yeah… You can keep him…"