Rules and Regulations (Tenshi ni Narumon, Raphael/Mikael)

The first time Raphael’s hand trailed down his ass as they were leaving class Mikael nearly jumped through the roof. He’d barely been in Heaven a week, still new to his position as an Angel and a student, and he was sure that at any moment, someone was going to find out about his relationship with Raphael and have him expelled. Thankfully, no one had noticed, or if they had, they hadn’t said anything. A smug grin had slid across Raphael’s face as he stepped into place beside Mikael, not even fazed by the vicious glare Mikael shot him. He’d resisted the urge the yell at Raphael for it until they’d gotten to somewhere private, and even then his words had been a mess of half-stuttered, embarrassed shouts.

Somewhere between the seventh and twelfth incident of public groping, he’d actually started getting used to it. A month into classes and he was actually expecting it. Three months in, and he’d stopped complaining. It was like they were back in Japan all over again, back in the easy relationship like when it was just them living together.

That was when he realized that no one had said anything, not once. There were no whispers in the halls when he walked shoulder to shoulder with Raphael. No rumors regarding how often his dorm room went empty – most every night, nowadays – while he spent the nights in Raphael’s house. When he thought about it, really thought about it, the teachers had to know. Mikael was as much a feature in the staff lounge as the refrigerator or the coffee pot, thought thankfully Raphael was a bit more surreptitious with his touching while around the teachers. He’d become something of a global assistant to the teaching staff. He was ahead in all of his classes, due in part to his own intelligence and partly because he had Raphael as his own private tutor at home, which left him plenty of time to help with copying and filing and preparing class notes.