100 word drabbles
05.20.2005
“You’re late,” Mitsuru said without looking up.
The student body president closed the door behind him, smiling. “Only by four minutes,” he said, crossing the room to his bed. He placed the folded clothes he had been carrying into the laundry hamper.
“Curfew was at nine,” said Mitsuru, watching him from his desk.
Shinobu turned around, green eyes unreadable. “It’s nice to know the head resident is taking his job seriously,” he said pleasantly.
Mitsuru twirled his pen idly, one leg propped up casually on his chair. “I should punish you.”
Shinobu’s smile widened. “Oh, do,” he said, eyes gleaming.