Prompt: you're able to discern how 'dangerous' people are on a scale from one to ten, today the new kid at school measures a 10.

WARNING: BL, boyxboy, gayness, sparkles and rainbows (you no like, you no read)

PAIRINGS: AkaFuri (main); KagaKuro, MuraHimu, MidoTaka (minor)

Reaaallllyyyy slow burn. But, updates will be bi-weekly.

The bomb exploded.

Maroon erupted into green.

For a moment my ears rang.

I hadn't expected this…

Half the classroom is painted in green, thankfully not the side I'm sitting on. Junpei-sensei doesn't look all too happy though, it's reasonable considering most of his face is painted green as well.

The ringing continues and I bring a hand to my head, stuck somewhere between awe and dismay.

Izuki, Shun…danger level: 2

"Izuki-kun!" Junpei snarls and the boy in question jumps in his seat, the whites of his eyes flashing bright between sludgy green and the odd mixture of his black hair sticking out around his goggles.

"Sensei?" he whispers and I feel a collective gasp rush through the room at the lack of any puns.

It's a surprising day indeed.

"What the hell did you put in the hydro-chloric acid?" Junpei-sensei fumes.

Junpei, Hyuuga…danger level: 3

Shun's shoulders bob up in a shrug, a hand coming up to wipe some of the dripping liquid from his cheek, only succeeding in smudging it further. "I'm…not sure,"

Sensei lets out a long suffering sigh, reaching up to adjust his glasses. "Today of all days," he glances around the class, taking in the shock reflected on all our faces. He pauses on me, the furthest from the commotion, "Furihata-kun, did any of this…stuff get on you?"

I shake my head, tongue tied and now having figured that the incessant ringing was from the emergency bell by the door, which someone must have hit when the explosion went off.

"Please, go to Aida-sensei and inform her that the exam had been interrupted. If she needs to see me, we'll be in the infirmary. I expect you to join us there later, just to make sure you're clean,"

"Yes, sensei," I bounce to my feet, cautious to not step in the splatters of khaki liquid. I turn toward the door, behind me I hear sensei corralling the students who came into contact with the gunk. As I exit the class I grab the hall pass and quicken my steps.

My feet lead the way, while my mind wanders back to the Chemistry Practical Assessment. Despite the rarity of any explosions, per se, occurring during class. There are generally many disruptions. Such as that one time Shinji-kun forgot to turn off the helium and everyone sounded like Shoujo Manga heroines for an hour. Or that time when Kuroko-kun couldn't reach the shelf and knocked over a jar of liquid iodine, forcing him to walk around as a brunette for a week.

A chuckle escapes my lips and I shake my head. I really wouldn't trade my class for anything.

Aida-sensei is also a gym teacher and is probably in the school sports hall torturing the 3B class half to death by now. I hum slightly as I reach the hall's entrance, placing three quick taps on the wood before slipping it open and sticking my head inside.

As I had thought, Aida-sensei is in the midst of torture. The groans of pain I'm greeted with flashes familiar memories of similar torture through my head.

"Excuse me, Aida-sensei?" I utter, terrified of entering without permission.

"What is it?" the woman snarls, spinning to pin me with a glare, only calming when she sees my face. "Oh , Furihata-kun, aren't you supposed to be writing an exam?"

Aida, Riko…danger level: 3

I step inside and hurry to the teacher's side, bewildered by the grappling third years sprawled across the floor, actively attempting to survive Aida-sensei's vigorous training. "There was a…detonation of sorts," I attempt, wringing my hands against my waist. "Junpei-sensei and the rest of the class have gone to the infirmary,"

Aida-sensei sighs and runs a hand through her short hair, lips pursing. "Well, whose fault was it?"

My brows lift and I consider lying, I wasn't a tattletale, danger level: 3… Lying was a bad idea, "I'm not sure, it might have been Izuki-kun though,"

Another sigh before the gym teacher glances around at her class in mild disgust, "Kise-kun!"

A bright eyed young man with brilliant, golden hair comes bounding forward, energetic and grinning despite the torture Aida-sensei must have put him through for the last half-hour. He looks familiar…isn't he that boy that Kuroko-kun spends time with? "Yes, Riko-cchi?"

Aida-sensei growls and if the situation were different she might have spent the next few minutes teaching the boy how to respect his elders, but the circumstances weren't different. I'm assuming the way hands curl at her sides that this is a regular occurrence, a challenge lost a time too many. "I'm giving everyone a few minutes to rest today, make sure to lock the gym and locker room when everyone's out."

The boy gives an animated salute, grinning like sunlight was seeping through his pours.

Kise-kun…danger level: 1

Aida-sensei rolls her eyes and claps her hands once, catching the attention of the rest of the class. A sea of sweaty red faces turn to us, so very much in contrast with Kise-kun that it makes me cringe. "Class is over, drink some water and wash up. I'm leaving Kise-kun in charge. I don't want to hear any more stories about you disrupting Garcia-san's class down the passage, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sensei!" the chorus rings out and Aida gives a satisfied nod before turning to me.

"Let's be on our way then,"

The infirmary is abuzz with life; loudest is the voice I instantly recognise as Kagami-kun and by the sound of it, he's fussing over Kuroko-kun as usual.

"How did you get it under your shirt?" The red head is whining and the answer must be unsatisfactory because Kagami-kun lets out a frustrated groan, "Just take it off already!"

Kagami, Taiga…danger level: 2

Across the room Izuki-kun hoots, "I'm no photographer, but I can totally picture them together!" His pun is followed by a series of yelps when Mitobe-kun slaps him over the head, repeatedly…with a Chemistry text book. "A book just fell on my head: only have myshelf to blame," another series of yelps permit the air, this time louder.

Junpei-sensei emerges from the bustle and greets us with a half-smile, his face free of green muck and in its place the skin is slightly red. "Riko-san," he greets and places a hand on my shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. "Go get yourself looked over by Momoi-san, Furihata-kun,"

I nod and scurry off before my presence can become a nuisance. Izuki has been stripped down and scrubbed raw; by the look of it Fukida-kun and Kuroko-kun were suffering the same fate. I move around them until I come across Momoi-san mixing what looks like cream and another clear liquid together.

"Ah, Furihata-kun," she smiles, that bright smile usually reserved for ailing patients, "Have you been hit?"

I blink before shaking my head and smiling, "I don't think so, but Junpei-sensei asked me to make sure."

"No problem," she indicated a curtained off section. "You can head in there to check. If there's any of that stuff on you, clean it off with some water and then come to me, okay?"

Following the nurse's orders I head behind the curtain and proceed to scour my body for unusual green liquid. There's only a small dot on the back of my hand but that's easy to clear up. Once I'm certain, I leave the curtained area and head back to the school nurse. Momoi-san is distributing her concoction and squabbling with Kagmai-kun over who gets to smear the stuff across Kuroko-kun's collarbone.

I clear my throat. Garnering Momoi-san's attention and giving Kagami the distraction he needs to covet Kuroko-kun's reddening skin. Not missing the opportunity the taller boy instantly settles down to lather at the red patches.

"Done already, Furihata-kun?"

"Ah, yes, there was only a little bit on my hand." I hold out the proffered limb and Momoi-san jumps to the task, her gloved fingers deftly smoothing the cool cream across my skin. Gentle in a way only Momoi-san could be.

Momoi, Satsuki…danger level: 1

"You're lucky; Izuki-kun is going to look like a tomato for the next few days."

I snort and shake my head, eyes trailing to the corner as Shinji-kun and Mitobe-kun engage in teasing said red-looking man. "I don't know, he'll probably enjoy it and come up with thousands of puns about lobsters or tanning beds,"

Momoi-san giggles, closing the pot of cream in her hand with a snap. "I have no doubt that you're right,"

A smile tugs at my lips as I wander off, while Momoi-san moves to the next patient.

"Furihata-kun," I turn to the soft voice and grin when I meet baby-blue eyes.

"Kuroko-kun, you're not in pain are you?"

The boy shakes his head, swatting away Kagami-kun's fluttering hands, "Just a little sensitive, it is good that Junpei-sensei only keeps diluted hydro-chloric acid in the class,"

"Hm, yes," my lips purse and I shake my head, trying to dispel the thought of searing flesh and blood, "I guess we were lucky,"

"Lucky my ass!" Kagami grouses, thick brows furrowing in annoyance, "Someone really could have been hurt,"

"But no one was, Kagami-kun," Kuroko-kun soothes, resting a hand on the red-head's forearm, "And no one would have been. Seirin Gakuen has brilliant safety precautions,"

Kuroko, Tetsuya…Danger Level: 3

I nod my head to confirm his words, "They haven't had any life threatening incidents in five years, and even then their accident response time was amazing at the very least,"

Kagami offers up soft grumbles which make me crack up and I know that deep down the stoic Kuroko is smiling too.

PLEASE NOTE: I've never been in a boy's locker/shower room. I've never experienced dorm life. I know shit about the Japanese schooling system – except that which I've learnt from anime/manga. Therefore, please assist me or correct me in my mistakes. For now I'll be basing the school life/curriculum/classes off of my own schooling experience.