Good afternoon all! I wanted to share my drabbles written for the 2010 Anniversary Challenge hosted by the usako_mamoru community on LJ. The overall theme was School, broken into 5 subjects with 7 themes each. I will be posting 5 drabbles each week, so sometimes the subjects might overlap. The drabbles themselves have absolutely no rhyme or reason (as in they don't flow together). Some are silly, some are loving, some are absolutely tragic. I didn't give myself a ton of time to write them, so they were put out hastily and I tried my best to make them different so I wouldn't lose momentum. Just letting you know not to expect any kind of pattern. =)

Here is the first week's drabbles for Period 1: Homeroom! Let me know what you think =D Enjoy!

Period 1: Homeroom

Theme 1: Locker

Words: 318

Author: Lillie Bell

Mamoru hadn't ever really thought twice about himself. Judging from the number of girls that had him ducking into alleys, sliding behind the counter at the arcade, and squeezing himself behind fake plastic trees, he figured he was a fairly good-looking guy. Then there was the sports car, penthouse, and future Doctor title to go along with it. All in all, he was a nicely wrapped package if he did say so himself.

And he'd been quite happy to show off that package about three seconds ago. Those three seconds ago where Motoki had strolled out of the locker before him as he preened—in a manly way, of course—in front of the mirror. The blond had pushed open the door and as it swung back Mamoru had caught the very distinctive, high-pitched squeal of one Tsukino Usagi.

And suddenly he was doing more than preening. He was second guessing if he should have shaved or not that morning. Maybe she had never paid him much attention because she wanted a more rugged man? He fluffed his hair and wondered if it he changed the cut that would garner her interest. His muscular chest jutted at him and he wondered if she was more intimidated by him than aroused? Even his blue swimming shorts, a high-end brand that went with the class and style of everything else in his life—which meant a few dollar signs more than was necessary—were too much for her? She wasn't one to be impressed by the cost of his things. He sighed and pulled his Armani shades off of his head. He threw them into his locker. A Tommy Bahama towel lay inside, but he locked the door and went to grab the towels provided by the pool. He cringed for only a moment, then slipped it over his arm. With one great inhale, he pushed through the sliding door.