Author: Merula
Pairings: 3+4
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Yaoi, AU
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine.
Drabble 50
Trowa leaned forward in his seat a little. The class was crowded, he was glad he'd come early enough to grab a seat in the back. This wasn't his sort of thing, but he needed the class to graduate and his sister had assured him that this class would be easier than one of the alternatives.
A glint of gold caught his eye. There was a young man seated by the door who looked vaguely familiar, where had Trowa seen him before? He should remember someone who looked like that.
He was gorgeous, blond with elegant lines. It'd be easy to lose your heart to someone who looked like that... course someone who looked like that no doubt was used to having people do just that.
The professor walked into the room a minute after the start time and dumped a pile of books on the table at the front. With a sigh he whipped out the roll sheet. "Sorry guys, have to do it on the first day or so, the office insists." The students settled down amiably and Trowa smiled to himself. His sister had advised him to check out the cute guys in class and wait for the professor to call roll- so he could learn their names and impress them later.
He'd rolled his eyes at the time, but now he kept his eyes on the blond by the door. In spite of himself, he wanted to know the other man's name...
"Trowa Barton?"
"Here," Trowa lifted his hand for a moment, noticing that his name had made the other young man start and turn to peer in his direction. He met the other's gaze evenly, nodding in greeting. The blond was frowning a little, as though something disturbed him- but he had nodded back in a friendly fashion. Had the blond somehow recognized his name? But he was fairly sure he'd never met the other- despite the familiarity- he would have remembered-
Oh no... not unless... it couldn't be....
Trowa hoped he was wrong.
But the professor was getting down towards the bottom of the alphabet...
"Quatre Winner?"
"Present."
Trowa focused on the notebook in front of him, swearing internally. Damn it, damn it. That's why he'd looked familiar! Figures the one he'd be interested in would be a Winner... No wonder the other had been surprised at his name. The Bartons and the Winners had been feuding for generations...
And what was he doing here? This wasn't one of the prestigious universities that the people from L4 favored when they sent their children to Earth.
The professor passed out the syllabus and began to talk about the required reading. Trowa tried hard to concentrate, but why did he have the feeling if he looked over in Winner's direction that he'd find the guy looking at him? He hoped the other didn't want to fight- sure, the last time a Winner and a Barton had dueled had been nearly fifty years ago- but there were more ways of fighting than just physical.
'It's only for this class,' he told himself. The odds of Winner having the same major Trowa did were very slim. More than likely once this class ended at the semester he'd never see the guy again.
He risked another glance in Winner's direction. Sure enough, Winner was watching him. A faint smile curved his lips, he winked at Trowa before turning his attention to the professor.
Trowa blinked, startled. What did that mean?
"That's all I have for today. Go get your books or go do some of the reading- follow the syllabus and be ready for a discussion the next time we meet-" The professor was winding up and Trowa wanted to thank him. He'd wait until most of the class left and then he should be able to get out of the room without running into Winner.
Sure enough, once the professor finished, there was a general stampede towards the door. Trowa gathered his things up slowly and headed for the door.
"Trowa?" Just outside the classroom, Quatre Winner was leaning against the wall, obviously waiting for him.
"Yes?" What did he want? Was he going to try and start a fight?
Quatre smiled, a full warm smile that made Trowa's heart skip a beat. "I'm Quatre-" He held his hand out and Trowa took it, surprised. "I wanted to talk to you- do you have another class?"
"This was my last one."
"Great! Are you hungry? Let's go grab a sandwich, does that sound okay?"
"Sure," Trowa followed Quatre down the stairs, mind ticking away. People didn't usually offer to have a meal with someone they wanted to beat up. It had to be somewhat safe. At least for a little bit...
Before he knew it, he'd gotten a sandwich and a drink and was sitting down at one of the tables in the atrium of the Student Services building.
"Relax," Quatre said as he sat down. "I'm not planning on fighting with you. I don't even know how this whole stupid feud got started- do you?"
Trowa shrugged. "No idea. I did ask once why we were fighting, and all I got was: 'We just are. Don't ask questions!'"
"Still beats the answer I got: 'It doesn't matter who started it, we're going to finish it!'"
"Makes you wonder if they even know."
"Probably not," Quatre gave him that warm smile again. "So, since neither one of us has any idea why we should hate each other, I think we should be friends. Agreed?"
That smile was dangerous- Trowa had a feeling he'd agree to nearly anything just to see it. "Agreed."
OWARI
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