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The early summer was dragging its way to Namimori high, the humid temperature affecting many students and teachers alike. Along with the unexpected weather, unexpected visitors also appeared during the school day.

One of those visitors being none other than Rokudo Mukuro, how he managed to sneak into the school building unnoticed, was a mystery, but why he was making daily visits to the cloud guardian was a puzzle all in itself.

The blue haired male had been stopping by the disciplinary lounge since spring. Surprisingly, the bad-tempered teen tolerated the company.

He had once told the Kokuyo gang leader, “You can do what ever you please, but if you damage my school, I’ll bite you to death.”

Every time he visited the longer his visits began to grow. Even the times where Hibari had to lock the office to prevent the vice captain to see his leader be easily intimidated by another. Each time Mukuro’s playful banter had never faltered, neither had the playful smile that had always danced upon Mukuro’s lips.

“It’s said that the mist was formed from falling clouds.” Mukuro smirked watching the black haired male lounging lazily on the couch, reading.

“Really?” he responded, turning the page of the novel, showing no real interest in the mist guardian’s boasting.

“Yes, when the clouds are held captive by the seductive air.” The statement itself was held in a seductive tone. Hibari raised his head from his book, looking at the blue haired criminal. Mukuro smirked, approaching the teen.

He leaned over the couch attempting to trap the smaller male, but carelessly missed, as Hibari stood quickly, deeply absorbed with his book. He led himself to the door, keeping the hardcover book closely to his face, but before he could successfully escape from the reticent teen. He was pinned to the door, the book dropping to the floor as Mukuro pinned his hands above his head.

“What do you thin---?” Cut off by a pair of lips that was pressed forcefully to his own.  Hibari managed to slip one of his wrists away from the firm grasp, and groped for the door knob, when he found it, he quickly locked the door.

Hibari could feel his legs go weak, every time the two shared contact such as this, he could muster enough strength to stay standing. When Mukuro felt the other wrist slipping, he removed his lips and watched as the black haired teen sunk to the floor, melting against the wall.

He grabbed his book, looking up at the other who was hovering over his panting body. He took all the strength of his arm and slammed the book’s binding to Mukuro’s shin.

“Some one’s a little more persistent that usual I see.” Mukuro laughed cynically, Hibari lost the book as he attempted to whack the other male again, but le it slip out of his hands.

“Jerk.” He muttered, covering his mouth as he looked away, hiding the deep crimson that was painted beautifully across his pale peach skin.

Mukuro kneeled down and stole a chaste kiss from the lips he uncovered under long, slender fingers. He smirked at the teen once again, before he stood up and grabbed the book at the corner of the room and retreated to the couch, where it began.

‘Just like any other day.’