Yuri enters the classroom late on the first day of seventh grade. The room is cold... too cold... The teacher resembles bits of a squished, hairless cat. Minus the hairless part; she in fact had a robust head of curly, blonde hair.
probably fake, Yuri thought.
They sat down in a random seat, the table labeled with a laminated sheet of paper of a random artist.
Oh my god. That is the sexiest most delectable person I have ever seen, ran through Eran's head.
The young man grinned to himself as his purple-blue glasses frames slid down his nose. Sheepishly, he pushed them up, turning a shade of pink found in Rose Milk Teas. Suddenly, a giggle escaped him.
Eugh Eugh Eugh... followed by a deafening slap to his mouth as everyone in class turned their heads in his direction. Well, all but one person. Yuri's black hair covered the sides of their face as their body began to shake. At first softly and then vigorously.
Kack Kack Kack ! A cackle erupted as Yuri and Eran made eye contact. The two bubbled with laughter until the whole class was.
That was the beginning of their friendship, their love, their joint tax pays, and middle school year.
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The Pookie Origins
RomanceEver wondered what makes a pookie, YOUR pookie ? The love story that blooms between Eran and Yuri defines this cultural phenomena and takes the heart of the nation.
