So, I'm officially Blueshipping trash, no news there.

This is probably the most random plot I've written and Idk how I feel about this style. But I hope you like it.

Seto watched as the battery icon on his pad blinked red. His classmates' voices surrounding him as background noise. Today, they were explaining their book reports.

"Asakawa Kisara, you're next." the teacher, a middle aged woman, announced. A pale girl with white hair stood, her blue skirt waving with the movement.

She fidgeted with her report, eyeing the floor. Her eyes briefly switched to the class, stopping on Yugi, who gave her a small nod, and Bakura; he gave her a thumbs up and she smiled taking in a deep breath.

Seto looked back to his desk, thinking about all the things he'd have to do today. How he needed to inspect how was the new Kaibaland running and how were the others doing.

He let Kisara's voice wash through him. It was a melodious sound, sweeter than the previous person's voice had been. Part of his brain registered her book was about two people who fell in love, just to be separated by life and war. He didn't pay attention after that. It was so cliché, so meaningless what these people found captivating.

"Why did you choose this specific book, Asakawa?" The teacher's voice brought Seto out of his thoughts.

When he looked up again, Kisara was standing at the front of the classroom. The sunlight bounced off her hair like a halo, her eyes were kind and open, blue to a point Seto didn't think naturally possible. Kisara was facing forward, giving the impression that she was looking at him. It was stupid he knew, they had interacted a total of three times. But for a moment, if felt like she was.

Kisara bit her lip, her lip gloss fading in that section before she licked them, making it even again. "It seemed as the fittest, giving the purpose of the report."

"And why is that?"

"When I first heard about this story, my first thought was, 'why would anyone willingly submit themselves to this?' but when you explained that we'd read the same book again at the end of the year to see how our perception of it had changed I decided it was the right book for that." She skimmed through her report, her cheeks a light pink "I think it's one of the saddest stories I've ever read. But the second half is what made it perfect for this task." Her eyes went back up, settling on something behind Seto. She seemed to be fighting back tears and, for a moment, Seto wished to know what her book was really about. "The protagonists lived a beautiful, fateful love during four years and eight months. During these less than five years, they felt happy and invincible, but then they suffered for a decade. One of them died afterwards and the other was left to mourn his lover for the rest of his life. And all I could think was 'Was it really worthy? Was it worthy to have milkshakes and beaches and love during less than five years, just to end up crying yourself to sleep during the rest of your life, as short or as long as that might be?' I think that it's because I've never experienced that kind of deep love, or maybe I'm just lacking the skills to know what the author's intention was. Either way I think that my opinion on it could change by the end of the year. That's why I chose it." Kisara turned to the teacher, she had a small smile on her lips and Kisara reciprocated it easily.

"Thank you, Asakawa."

"Thank you for your attention." Kisara bowed to the class.

"Bakura Ryo, you're next." The teacher announced.

Seto saw as Kisara and Bakura hi fived each other, a fond smile on their faces.

-o-o-o-

Seto sat at the last row, which gave him a perfect view of Yugi's gang, much to his dismay.

They'd lost the hour before lunch due to the teacher falling through the stairs. According to the class president it wasn't a big fall, just the couple final steps; but he still had gone home for the day.

Seto had spent it advancing on the things he had to do today so he could go home earlier and spend some more time with Mokuba

The gang, on the other hand, had spent it entranced in a duel between Yugi and Jounouchi. The blond had, predictably, lost.

"I want to try it." Kisara asked shyly.

Jounouchi turned to her with a smirk "You wanna duel me, Kiss?"

Seto frowned at Jounouchi's need to bark at every tree. Even though, if rumours were true, he was head over heels for Kujaku. Not that he paid them attention.

Kisara chuckled, a blush spreading through her face "No, I actually wanted to go against Yugi. If you don't mind."

Yugi shook his head "Not at all." He said smiling.

Kisara nodded nervously.

Seto had never seen the girl on a duel; he hadn't known she even owned a deck. He observed as the duel progressed. Kisara was good, really good if Seto was being honest. It surprised him, especially considering how shy and sweet the girl usually was.

Yugi managed to win, but not without struggle. His precious Black Magician rested on Kisara's field, and most of his cards were on his graveyard.

Kisara didn't seem upset at her lost; she just smiled stretching her hand to shake Yugi's. Yugi's eyes were glued to the field, like he was going over what had happened, obviously surprised. Her stretched hand woke him up and he returned the smile after a couple seconds, shaking Kisara's hand.

Seto felt Kisara's eyes on him. He realized that, at some point of the duel, he'd walked to stand behind Yugi's desk to have a better view of the duel. He looked into Kisara's warm eyes. There was an amused shine on them; her cheekbones were more noticeable due to her smile; a small wrinkle on her nose split the bridge of freckles scattered on it.

Jounouchi snorted after noticing him. "Enjoyed the duel, Kaiba?"

"I really hope you did." Kisara answered honestly before Seto had the chance.

Seto nodded, "You're good." The way her eyes seemed to look inside his very soul made him feel uncomfortable, but he was trapped, unable to turn away.

"Thank you." Kisara said, her blush turning into a bright red as the others gaped at him. Everyone except Ryo, who just looked at them happily.

-o-o-o-

"I'm pretty sure that's not the past tense of Teach." Kisara told him. She was leaning on Seto's desk, her hair tickling the back of his hands.

They were doing a small tale that was due for the end of the hour for their english class. The teacher had requested pairs and, since Bakura was home sick, Kisara had asked Seto.

"As long as you don't hold me back." He'd said.

Kisara'd snickered "I'll try."

"I think it's Taught." Kisara supplied when Seto had only stared at the sheet of paper in front of him.

Seto blinked at it, his handwriting staring back at him. 'I like how you write' Kisara had told him, her blush making her freckles stand up.

He erased the word, replacing it. Kisara brushed the residues, her small hand cupping them to dump them in a small bag on her desk.

Their tale was the first one to be finished, so one of them had to read it to the class.

"A toss?" Seto offered, even though he didn't feel like reading it out loud, however she'd come up with most of it.

Kisara shook her head. "You wrote it, I'll read it." Seto opened his mouth to argue but she just hushed him. "If you really want to pay me, you can read the next time." The implication of them working together again shocked him enough that by the moment he was going to argue again Kisara was already at the front.

She kept her eyes on Seto as she read and Seto held her gaze.

-o-o-o-

"Can you believe Tsukino-sensei actually fought Mizuno-sensei in front of everyone because Mizuno-sensei scheduled his test on the same day as Tsukino-sensei's forum?" Kisara asked Seto. She was leaning on the locker next to him as he took out his stuff, getting ready to go home.

Seto shrugged, looking for his spared pencil, since the last one had finally died.

"I think it was unethical of him." Seto replied.

"I think it was cheap." Kisara blurted. Her cheeks grew red as Seto turned to her, with a raised eyebrow "I mean he knew that she was making that politics forum and that all the teachers had given us their permission to go, and he just… he deliberately decided to change his test to that same day, when we had agreed on another one since the start of the month." Kisara stammered. She bounced her left foot on its tip, the ball of it hitting the locker at its right.

Seto smirked at her "So you think he's cheap?" he teased.

Kisara shoved him on the shoulder "You're so mean." She said, her face red as a tomato.

Seto laughed at it. Kisara was really white, even whiter than her friend Ryo, and it was so obvious when she blushed. It was adorable when she was all flustered.

Seto stopped at that. His mind seemed to just hit the brakes so fast it made him dizzy.

He thought Kisara was adorable. He, Seto Kaiba world-class duelist and CEO, thought that his classmate and recent friend was adorable.

Seto stared at her. Kisara had a bright smile on her face, like she often did when they were together, but right now it looked brighter, her eyes shining with a great fondness- it almost looked like something else, and for a moment Seto entertained the idea that maybe it was. He absently traced the wrinkle of her nose with his fingers, starling her.

Kisara looked at him her eyes wide open and her mouth ajar.

"You wrinkle your nose when you smile." Seto said as explanation, feeling his own ears grow hot.

Kisara looked down, worrying her bottom lip. "I… I didn't down." She put her fingers where Seto's had touched her, feeling the warm of it.

"It's sweet." Seto put his head inside his locker, pretending to keep looking for his pen, while he waited for his face to cool down.

-o-o-o-

"I don't understand; why do you have all these books on your office?" Kisara asked. She was sitting on Seto's couch, her stretched legs almost reached the opposite armrest.

"They're Mokuba's." Seto replied without taking his eyes from the screen. "He used to come here to make me company when we were younger."

Kisara scaned the books. "Why did he stop?"

Seto smiled to himself. His eyes went through Kisara, taking the sight in front of him in. Kisara had rolled down her socks due to the summer heat, revealing her pale and smooth legs. Her skirt reached to the middle of her thighs and she'd taken off her school shirt, a tank top covering her chest and stomach. It was blue and sheer and it made too many things to Seto for him to just keep working.

He stood up from his chair, making his way to his girlfriend of a month. Kisara looked up at him with open eyes; this time he knew it was something stronger than just fondness that made them shine. Seto stood next to her, suddenly struck by how beautiful she was.

"I've got you." He whispered, kissing her.

It was as if it were the first time he did it. Kisara shivered as his tongue traced her bottom lip and he sighed as she placed her hand on his face, gently caressing it.

Kisara moved so Seto could sit on the armrest. She laid her head on his lap, playing with his right hand.

"So he doesn't like me?" she said playfully.

"As if." Seto watched as Kisara traced the lines of his hands. "He adores you and you know it. He's just been wanting to involve himself more with his place as vice president and learn about other departments."

Kisara hummed in response, kissing the palm of his hand.

-o-o-o-

Seto watched from the end of the couch as Kisara and Mokuba played dance revolution. The wind on the outside wheezed almost as loud as the game itself.

He observed as Kisara's legs moved through the steps, her hands moving in sync with the music. The swirl of her hair made him smile, he loved Kisara's hair, the way it framed her figure; how it felt when she straddled him making her hair fall on his arms, tickling his sides; how it moved with her right now.

"Really?" Mokuba pouted "I lost for 50 points, how's that even possible?"

Kisara laughed "You're amazing Mokuba." She raised her fist and Mokuba met it with his own. "I just happen to be better." She winked.

Mokuba poked her sides making her laugh more "One day, Kiss, one day I'll find a song you can't do and I'll beat you in it."

"I don't doubt it." Kisara's eyes followed as Seto stood and went to her. She caressed his neck, slowly moving to his cheek, and Seto marveled at her for the hundredth time.

She was breathing fast, the small hairs closer to her hairline where plastered to her face with perspiration, her cheeks colored.

Seto leaned into the touch. Kisara's caress always made him feel warm, loved.

There was a clicking sound followed by a flash. They both turned to see Mokuba, his eyes on his cellphone. "Awww you're adorable, I need to show this to the others." He grinned and Seto walked forward trying to take the cellphone from him. Mokuba ducked him, laughing his head off.

"Mokuba, I swear." Seto said, trying to catch the running kid.

"Mokuba, here." Kisara yelled, opening her hands when Seto was about to grab him.

The kid didn't even hesitate, throwing the phone to his brother's girlfriend. Kisara caught it in her hands. "Awww we do look nice together." She squealed at the picture.

"Told you so."

Seto walked to her, his hand extended. Kisara smiled innocently, before throwing the phone back to Mokuba when Seto was just a step away from it.

After ten minutes of chasing them, Seto decided to just tackled the next person who got the phone. It happened to be Kisara, and he took advantage of the fact she was right next to the couch to tackle her. He turned so she'd fall above him. Kisara laughed harder as his arms tightened on her sides. Seto had discovered she was ticklish during one of their make up sessions and he planned to take full advantage of it.

Soon enough Mokuba joined, the phone forgotten on the floor.

Kisara grabbed Mokuba by his wrist, pulling him to her so she could tickle him in retaliation. Seto just went along; it had been a long time since Seto had heard Mokuba laugh that much.

-o-o-o-

The winter was settling, Seto noted. The windows of the classrooms were constantly frozen, sometimes even covered with snow. Seto looked at Kisara, who sat one row in front of him and one to the left, as she talked to Ryo about something.

Ryo shoved at her arm and she laughed, pointing at his blush. He knew they were good friends, they'd suffered the same kind of bullying due to their appearance and they were both in love with weird, creepy things. Still, he couldn't help but feel a spark of jealousy as he looked at them.

Kisara stood suddenly; she told them she was going for a snack. Seto thought of joining her but she just waved him off, saying something about not wanting to bother him. She was off the room before he could say anything else.

"She really likes you." Ryo said. It seemed to draw everyone's attention to him and Seto rolled his eyes.

"And what? You're going to give me the don't hurt her speech?"

Ryo shook his head "I know you don't want to hurt her."

That made Seto's head snap up. He was NOT that easy to read. Ryo just stared at the window, his lips pursed in a frown.

"You're not that much of an asshole now that you're together." Jounouchi said in the most nonchalantly way he could. He looked down into Seto's eyes, letting him know that he was being honest. And, truth being told, Seto really felt better now that he was with Kisara. He felt lighter.

"You two are really cute together." Yugi added with a smile. He was turning on his seat so he could see Seto better.

Seto scoffed at them, he concentrated on his tablet while everyone was nice enough to pretend not to notice his flush.

This is the first. tomorrow I'll put the second one.

It's already written because this was supposed to be a one-shot but I got overly excited.

This is the first time I try this style so please tell me what you think about it.

I hope to see you in the next chapter.

Love you. See you then.