Requested by anon ~

Royai, high school au (maybe Japanese high school specifically?) can be as teachers or students or teacher/student :)

"Ms Rockbell, why is your skirt so short? It's against the school rules." The usual reprimand in the usual spot of the common corridor with the usual casts.

As scheduled, Disciplinary Mistress of Amestris High School is doing her rounds, checking up on students who break the school rules. This isn't the first time Ms Hawkeye had caught Winry with her skirt unreasonably short; time and time and again, the strict teacher had said just because you want Edward Elric to notice you doesn't mean you need to resort to exposing everything with just a twirl but Winry was as stubborn as usual.

As expected, Winry began to complain about the weather. "But it's so hot, Ms Hawkeye. Don't you feel like a stuffed up chicken in that get-up? I feel like I'm going to melt just by seeing you."

Riza looked down at her wardrobe; a formal shirt buttoned all the way up to her neck, a blazer, black pants, hair pinned up, just her usual strict no-nonsense look. "What's wrong with my outfit?" She frowned, it's acceptable and not exposing anything that should not be exposed.

"One, it is thirty five in the shade. Two, you look you're gonna get left on the shelf even when you get to forty five years old. Three, you are sweating already. Four, not only–"

Riza felt like she's the student and Rockbell was the teacher.

When school finally ended, Roy sent Riza home as usual; perks of working together because he always knows what his girlfriend is doing and there's no chance of escape. "So, how's your day today?" Roy asked while pulling out of the parking lot.

"For some reason, I became the student. Rockbell shared some advice on clothing while I was supposed to admonish her and her short skirt." She said wryly.

Roy really should be keeping his eyes on the street while driving but he can't help but look at his girlfriend's figure. Riza has always been sexy but she always choose to keep herself bundled up like it's winter all year round. He definitely remembers Winry Rockbell and her too-short-but-sexy skirt length.

"I wouldn't mind if you dressed like her. Your legs are a killer." He grinned; of course he has seen them and more before.

"You'll be sleeping with Hayate from now on."

"What?!" He would have swerved out of the lane and into a lamppost if Riza had not caught the wheel in time.

"Roy, what the hell?!"

"But… but… the doggy house…?" He whimpered, trying to see through the layer of tears in his eyes.

"Hayate has awesome legs too so you can take your time and appreciate them. And keep your eyes on the road this time before we get into an accident and my 'killer legs' get killed thanks to you."

Roy could only hold back his tears at the new sleeping arrangement his girlfriend made and pray Hayate does not kick him in the face with it's killer legs in its sleep.