So this is based of the 'Ultimate angst prompt list' made by kvotheunkvothe on tumblr. Each chapter will be it's own seperate short story, unrelated to other chapters (unless it says so). Some chapters are based in different AU's, and even though it's meant to be angst, not all chapters are because I suck at angst, and aren't good at prompts.

Sorry for any OOC-ness

Review pls for more (I'm about half way through the list!)

I wont say it.

"Hey, second place." Karma said casually, as he walked into the student council office as if he belonged there. Asano looked up from his laptop screen to glare at the red head.

"Seriously. I lost to you in that exam three years ago. It was middle school!" The blond growled irritably. Karma just laughed.

"Yet it still annoys you." He teased, pulling up a chair at the council table. The two of them were in their senior year of high school, the two top pupils in the school, constantly competing for number 1 in both exams and everything else.

"Whatever." Asano said, going back to typing on the laptop. "You know you're not suppose to be here. If you wanted to drop into this room whenever you wanted you should of joined the student council."

"No way. We have too much work already. That sounds boring as hell." Karma scoffed. He got up from the table, and walked behind Asano, looking at his laptop screen from over his shoulder. "Besides. You wouldn't be happy if I took the title of 'president' from you."

"As if you could be President, Akabane." Asano hissed, his eyes glued to the screen. But he couldn't help his heart from racing when his rival got this close to him. Hearing Karma's voice so close to his ear made his face burn and his mouth go dry. He tapped down on the keyboard with a little more force than necessary. Karma seemed oblivious to the effect he was having on the other.

"Why do some sports club get more of a budget than others?" The red head asked, looking at the number's on Asano's screen. His cheek brushed against Asano's. The blond felt as if an electric pulse ran through him.

"Their budget depends on how successful they are." Asano answered evenly, his voice not betraying any of the feelings welling up inside. He just continued their ordinary conversation. The kind of feelings that only surfaced around Akabane.

He'd spent three years trying to deny it to himself. But even if he'd admit it to himself, Asano would rather die than confess his feelings to anybody else, especially not Karma. The red-haired devil would probably either laugh in his face, or worse, be completely creeped out.

It was so unfair! Asano knew he had hoards of girls who liked him, pretty girls, smarty girls, rich girls. So why of all people did he have to fall for Karma! it frustrated him to no end that Akabane was the only person who made him feel as if there were butterflies in his stomach.

I love Karma Akabane. But I wont ever say it.