#zero is like nah spending time with u is more important

[nih-nih]

Your ZeroX little red riding hood drawings are so cute!! I'm quite sick at the moment but seeing them gives me a huge smile.. 😭🥺

Awww, thank you for the drawing ahaha, poor grandpa lol

Hope you will get better soon, or a certain Red Riding Hood is coming for you xD!!!

[shuatoyou]

one last summer - l.c

[day 38 of a tct summer collection]

✗ pairing; chan x reader

✗ genre; fluffy fluff and angsty angst :p

✗ wc; 3900

✗ summary; each day is spent counting down until the end of summer, you do this every year but this time around, its harder to watch the days go down knowing once the count hits zero, its time for him to go.

✗ song; pink skies by LANY <3 

✗ a/n; i cant believe this is my longest fic yet ?? i hope u guys like it !! i chose to write for chan kinda on a whim bcos i dont do that a lot and he is just the best angel ... also i thought i should involve a little bit of my signature angst for my first writing collab with my best friends if u wanna see amazing stuff click below to travel to . . .

A TCT SUMMER COLLECTION *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

the alarm ringing at a time you would never find yourself awake during summer, it could only mean you had an important day to look forward to.

today was the beginning of the countdown to the last day of the last summer you had together.

“chan, wake up,” you mumble sleepily at the boy, who was in a deep sleep at the foot of your bed. he scrambled about for a second before going completely still. of course he was back asleep.

you groan at the sight of him cuddling into the blanket, even more in spite of your attempt to wake yourself up and him at the same time. although, it was cuter than you wanted to admit. perhaps your heart went slightly crazy... but that was another issue for another day. or never.

“fine don’t wake up loser, i’ll eat pancakes on my own.”

hearing that, he jumps straight up “i don’t think so.” he glares at you while you sit under the warm blankets amused at his reaction.. he sighs in defeat once he realises it was all a play for him to wake up. of course you wouldn’t indulge in a beautiful breakfast without him.

morning flies by, and before you know it noon comes around. the clock reads three pm and you’re both sprawled over the couch binging ‘a silent voice’ for the nth time. the entire movie makes you sad but after watching it so many times you become immune to the tears.

chan on the other hand, doesn't. like always he finds himself getting teary at the same scenes every time. perhaps that was one of the qualities you adored in him: he never hid how he felt even if he hated the teasing that came with it.

after deciding on a whim you didn’t want to waste the day inside, you switched off the tv and threw a box of tissues at the emotional boy.

“what was that for?” he whines, throwing the tissue box off him.

“wipe your tears. i wanna go out,” you smile cheekily before skipping off to get your shoes on, shortly followed by chan.

“we’re going out in sweats?” he questions, pointing at the lazy attire you had both become accustomed to everytime you were together.

you shrug, grabbing the keys off it’s special hanger. special because it was made by chan himself when you were both in the second grade and making matching key hangers for each other's houses was sentimental you could say. or as your parents said.

when you were both younger, they were convinced you two would grow up together and maybe get married in the future. the two of you became inseparable over a short amount of time - all because of the one day he offered you his juice carton after yours had been stolen by the class bully in the first grade. that was almost twelve years ago now and that same boy was still standing in front of you.

“what are you thinking about?” chan nudges you as the two of you walk down the same road to your usual frozen yoghurt place.

“just some stuff,” you shrug.

“like?”

“pre-school.”

he hums in response, and you take this as an indication to go on.

“our parents really dealt with our crazy friendship the daily playdates... imagine if we ended up how they wanted us to.” you smile fondly, the thought of it all was enough to plaster an expression on your face.

“don’t remind me, they would’ve married us the moment we turned 18 if we left it up to them.” he chuckles. “they think we were meant together”

“do you?” you retort.

“do i what?”

“think that?” you ask not facing him. you would rather not have him fully see the crimson building up on your cheeks.

“i don’t know, i guess. we've been friends for so long, i've never thought about it.”

you nod understandingly and walk the rest of the way in silence, a comfortable one at that. there was never anything else when the two of you were together.

maybe that’s why you didn’t want to let go yet.

“BEACH DAY!”

“ugh, do you seriously have to scream that down the entire hallway, y/n?”

“yes because it’s beach day!” you yell one more time, forcing a reaction out of him but your amusement quickly dies down after feeling the soft impact of your pillow in your face.

“heh”

chan proudly walks out the room leaving you dumbfounded but you quickly scramble back onto your feet and chase after the boy jumping on his back earning a grunt from the much taller male.

“you suck.” he groans

“be careful you are in my territory little boy” you snicker signalling to your house which had been the location of the endless sleepovers for the summer holidays.

“speaking of, i really should go back home and pick up some more of my stuff before we leave for the beach.” he mentions as he lets you down from his back and the two of you take your seats by the kitchen island.

“oh that’s fine, want me to come with you? i miss your mom anyways.”

“don’t you have your own beach bag to pack?” he asks, grabbing a plate which mimics his actions and starts piling up your plate with his favourite breakfast stuff before passing it over to him.

“i can do it later” you smile now making your own breakfast plate. chan looks down hesitating with it.

“nah it’s okay, i’ll be back quick anyways” he mumbles, picking at the food making you lift a brow without saying anything as you delve into your own happily.

he didn't want to upset you but the small little things you had been doing for him had been harder to let go of as time went by.

however it's not long before breakfast is over and chan waves a quick goodbye before leaving for his own home for the first time in ages. it was quite normal for the two of you to spend a large amount of time at one and others houses both families gave up in trying to send you two back to your respectable homes.

meanwhile you spent the time he was gone packing your own beach bag consisting of the usual tower, sunscreen and one of the disposable cameras you bought for summer memories documenting. chan had laughed at the big box that arrived at your house a month ago especially when you told him it was a box of eight disposable cameras.

“you have your phone plus a polaroid camera, why do you need disposable ones?” he asks curiously prodding at the box.

“these ones come out cuter don’t judge. plus i’ll give you one or two that we use during the many adventures for you to process and hang up the pictures in your new room” you look up at the boy hopefully as he sighs in defeat.

giving yourself a little round of applause you open up the box and immediately grab one of the cameras pulling chan closer to get a selfie.

“this one is to mark the start of our summer adventures documented by a disposable camera.”

shaking your head you pull yourself out of your daze right on time as the doorbell rings. you only assume it’s chan and you’re right as you open up the door to the boy with his hands filled.

you take one of the bags from his hand letting him into the house.

“what’s all this?” you ask curiously trying to look at the bags as best as you could through the little openings.

“extra clothes, stuff for the beach and snacks my dad brought back from japan for you. he said he forgot to give them the last time”

excitedly you rush over to the bag he held up to you, japanese snacks were one of your favourite and chan's father had made it a regular occurrence to always bring you back some after his long work trips away in osaka.

which was where the family would be moving by the end of summer hence why the two of you spent each day doing something new counting down the days till the moment he stepped onto a plane without you.

noticing the sad look on your face while you looked at the snacks longingly chan threw an arm around your shoulders.

“what’s with the look? come on we’ve got waves to catch y/n”

“i'm gonna miss you” you pout and his gaze softens pulling you away from the bags and into his embrace allowing you to relax in his arms for a bit. he thought this would happen one way or another but he only expected it when it was the last day.

“are you ready to go?” he whispers while rubbing your back and you almost wanted to say no just to be able to stay like this a little longer but nevertheless you pulled a way nodding beginning to walk over to the bags so you could put them away into the car.

the drive to the beach was only peaceful, which was normal when it came to you two. just endless music and comfortable silence but you knew the tension in the air would not decrease anytime soon due to the nature of this entire summer.

“will we still talk when you leave?” you blurt out, failing to face the boy currently sat in the driver's seat.

“why the sudden question?” his face evidently changed to the questioning look he’s always had when he was confused about something.

you shrug and he doesn’t question furthermore which you appreciated because it would’ve been tough having to explain the endless worries in your mind.

reaching forward for his phone you scroll through his playlists until you find the one song that the two of you often found comfort in when together or apart.

“we have seriously got to get over this song”

‘shut up, i love you’

you laugh at his statement but that doesnt stop the two of you from singing along to the lyrics like it was your own song. you occasionally turned to the other watching him nod along to the song, your heart was in pain. how could you let go of him so soon?

‘you're my best friend’

another morning, another day crossed off till chan had to leave by the end of summer. the thought of him leaving soon made your stomach churn to the point you wanted to scream. so many unexplained feelings and yet you had to act like everything was okay and making the last few memories this summer would be nothing. you had no energy to get out of bed and do anything today even if you knew that the day would just go to waste.

“so what are we doing today? making more memories?” chan asked right on point with your thoughts almost teasingly.

“you ask that as if i have no reason to do this.” you mumble turning away from the boy and nuzzling further into your blanket.

“there's still time before i leave y/n”

“not enough though, chan.” you finally turn back to him, frustrated that he couldn't understand why you were so keen on spending time with him.

“yeah but i don't want to do all this just for the sake of time, i want to do it because we both love spending time together. don't we?”

you nodded pitifully, struggling with the real reason why it was harder to get through summer. your feelings were a factor in it all but you couldn't find it in you to tell him.

“can we just spend today at yours?” you asked softly, scared if you raised your tone it might betray you somehow.

this time it was his turn to nod before moving closer to you, unsure of what he was going to do. you looked up at the boy who only brought you into his embrace once again, causing your heart to do countless backflips.

“you’ve been giving me a lot of hugs recently.”

“mind your own business”

you giggle, letting your breathing steady at the pace of his. your mind drifts to the fact somehow you only felt this way when he was the cause of it.

he couldn't help but smile to himself when you let go in his arms, allowing him to hold you, physical affection was never a common thing in your friendship.

‘i think our hearts are starting to show’

“let's get ready to leave, hm?” he spoke, almost in a whisper as you pulled away and met his eyes. they had that usual sparkle in them. the one you adored.

his house, you were always warmly welcomed by mrs lee who treated you like her own child, perhaps that's why you and chan’s friendship was able to last as long as it had, your families ordered each other as much as the two friends did.

“i was wondering when he would bring you around again, how’s summer been so far?” his mom asked as you took your seat on one of the island chairs like you usually would while chan went to grab a bottle of water for you and him.

“it's been okay” you smiled at the woman now sitting across from you with a kind smile waiting for you to continue. “we’ve just been chilling you know how it is.”

“has he confessed his undying love for you yet?”

“mom! what the hell?” chan exclaims in shock trying not to choke on his sip of water and you sit there stunned.

“i'm joking sweetheart” she reassures the two of you noticing the red on either of your faces, giving you a knowing smile before turning away which lingers on your mind slightly longer than you would have wanted.

it takes a moment for chan to calm down and when he does he drags you out of the kitchen to his game room hoping to get away from his mother's endless teasing.

“god, i'm sorry i hate when she does this.” he runs a hand through his hair expressing his frustration and you chuckle nervously.

“does she say this stuff all the time?” you wonder, taking your seat on chan’s gaming chair making him sit on the bean bags on the floor. but he doesn't seem to pay any attention to it while he recovers from the past events.

“sometimes, it's always stuff like when am i going to ask you out or confess or something crazy you know?” he explains, fanning himself.

something crazy… the words stung momentarily as you thought about anything happening between you guys would be crazy to him. nothing would happen anyways, not now.

he shakes his head while walking over to plug in his monitor, “my mom truly believes we’ll end up dating.” he laughs to himself but you only go red at his statement, turning around on the gaming chair dangling your legs trying to distract yourself.

he frowns at the way you turn around but does not question it any further, instead, he picks up two of his game controllers and puts one in front of you before settling back down into the beanbag.

“what are we playing?” you ask finally turning back around

“mario kart?” he states more like a question though and you agree, leaving the gaming chair to sit beside him on one of the other beanbags.

you couldn't help but think how much you were going to miss this, zoning out as you think of the last time you two played.

“if i win, you have to fulfil one of my wishes, and if you win then… whatever you want.” chan writes it all down on paper kind of like a mock contract and you laugh as he slides it over to you to sign.

“please don't wish for anything crazy or expensive” you beg jokingly.

the only response you get from the boy is a simple wink which directly sends the butterflies into your stomach like every other time he does something.

you guys start your game and immediately the tension rises as the two of you compete for first class, occasionally nudging each other to throw the other off.

“i am going to win this, i promise you.”

your words lose all meaning as the big number two appears beside your character and you huff, mad at the fact you lost to chan once again who had managed to secure first place. it was frustrating how good the boy was at this game.

“what was that?” he lifted his hand to cup his ear teasingly waiting for you to repeat your previous statement.

you shove him away from you and cross your arms still salty at the loss.

“i think i choose to use my wish now.” he looked at you now.

“fine, what is it lee chan?” you kept your arms crossed as you also turned your body to face him.

“i’d like a kiss.”

you never expected to kiss him that night, and even if it didn't make things too awkward afterwards it only made you sure of the feelings that grew for the boy.

“wanna make a bet if one of us wins?”

you look at the boy stunned at his suggestion.

“did you forget what happened last time?” you ask fiddling with your fingers.

“yeah we kissed, no big deal right?” he turned away to turn on the game and you sat with your face evident with disbelief.

“really? no big deal?”

“huh?” he looks at you, puzzled.

“friends dont just kiss…” you try your best to explain but it felt like it was going over his head from the way he looked at you with so much confusion.

standing up, you unwantedly raise your voice “all summer you keep filling your head up with these things like we can never date and all of that rubbish after we literally kissed not so long ago, does that not mean anything to you?”

“it wouldn't matter anyways, i'm leaving. i’ll be gone soon.”

“that doesn't mean we won't stop talking. you said so yourself.” you fretted with a pleading look.

he looks at you saying nothing and you can only scoff feeling all the blood rush up to your head in anger before opening the door to leave. staying would only make things worse and you knew he wouldn't try and resolve anything if you did.

“where are you going?” he calls out as you’re about to go down the stairs with tears of frustration filling up your eyes.

turning around, you respond quietly to the boy, “is that all you’re going to ask?”

“what do you want me to say, y/n?”

you laugh in disbelief and struggle to keep yourself from choking out any tears, “i’ll give you time to think about it.”

with that you make sure to compose yourself enough to wave at mrs lee with a big smile by the time you’re down the stairs and she responds with a pitiful one, she most likely had heard you both. letting yourself out, you also let out the breath you’d been holding, leaving your childhood best friend all alone for the first time this summer.

walking home all alone was the worst part because your overwhelming emotions would not stay inside of you causing you to spill every sadness filled tear onto the pavements you walked on.

you made your way inside your house and without greeting your parents you locked yourself away to wallow in your sorrows for that entire weekend occasionally letting your mom in to comfort you without telling her the reason to your sadness unaware that at one point your parents worriedly notified chan you weren't feeling good sometime, it was only till you heard your mom softly knock on your door to tell you the said boy was waiting for you downstairs.

your heart wouldn't quit racing in your chest as you opened the door to her soft eyes begging you to talk to him after realising whatever happened was something to do with him. so you follow her downstairs, making your way into the living room where chan was sitting uncomfortably on the couch hoping for you to show yourself. you walked as slowly and quietly as you could trying not to notify him of your presence but that didn't work when you heard his voice call out your name making you shut your eyes tight in pain.

“i know you’re there y/n please talk to me”

freezing on the spot you decided not to go further into the room in fear of bursting into a sob at the sight of him. so you sit on the floor behind the wall separating you two.

“im listening.” you call out as quietly as possible.

“i'm assuming you’re not going to come in, that's okay.” he nods to particularly no one, perhaps himself.

it was silent as chan inhaled deeply, thinking about how what he was going to say would change things.

the atmosphere got more awkward by the second which was a new feeling for the both of you, never once had there been such a moment together.

“i'm sorry”

“i’m sorry we never sat down to talk about our feelings much lately. i feel like everythings been about me and the fact i'm…” he stopped mid sentence he was hesitating although it was inevitable one way or another you would be hearing this out loud again.

“i'm leaving y/n and i don't want to leave without telling you that you do mean more to me than just a best friend.”

your eyes widened in shock as you stood up hoping to run away from this situation but chan was one step ahead of you as he held onto your wrist, a gentle but burning touch that pulled you back towards him.

“maybe i'm too late but i'd like you to know later than never. so please say something?” he pleads, searching your eyes for some sort of a non verbal answer while waiting for you to speak up.

“you’re leaving next week… good luck.” you whisper, straining your voice enough so it wouldn't break. “im sorry too.” you pull out from his grip and walk off to your room without making eye contact with your mom who stood by the staircase with a pitiful look, all meant for you and the boy you left standing alone in your own house.

and when he left you knew that was the last time you’d see him.

“chan? you’re home quite early. how was y/n’s?”

he looked at his dad with a blank expression and shrugged his shoulders, his mom hadn't told him she saw y/n leave upset.

“it's going to be tough but i hope you’re both ready to say your goodbyes soon,” he smiled, giving his son a pat on the back.

if only it was like that and if only he could go back to reverse all the stupid things he said.

the blank feeling burdened you also as you caught a glimpse of the photos you had already gotten processed from your disposable camera.

letting go now would make it easier for the two of you when the time came though in your heart he would still be the most important person for a while until he wasn't. maybe in another world something would be different so the two of you wouldn't be where you are right now, instead in a much happier place.

perhaps in that happier place you would’ve said goodbye…

[imbruedinfear-a]

@undeadrphub​ asked: ALL OF THEM FOR EZRA

🍍  :    how comfortable is my muse in their body? how do they feel about their height,  weight,  strength,  and body type?  how important is being attractive to them? 

LMAO this man is more than comfortable. he literally models nude sometimes, he has absolutely zero body issues and i envy him for the confidence. he’s super big on appearing attractive, both for work and simply bc he’s a vain little shit, but he doesn’t really care if someone doesn’t find him attractive?? he thinks he’s hot shit and that’s all that matters.

🍅  :    how does my muse feel about plastic  /  cosmetic surgeries   &   procedures?  is it something they have done or would do?  do they mind if others do it? 

not a fan but not against it. he thinks it’s really fucking shit that we live in a world where people deadass think changing their appearance is that important, but he’s not going to talk shit on someone who gets it done. he’s just a fan of liking yourself how you are, really. shrug emoji if ya do it, shrug emoji if ya don’t.

🍏  :    how stable is my muse’s physical health?  do they go for regular or semi-regular checkups by a physician?  do they have any diagnosed illnesses and / or take any medication?  how often do they get sick?

LISTEN. this man is in perfect health physically, he’s got a high metabolism and he exercises regularly. but. fuck doctors. he’ll only go if he’s really fucking sick and thinks he’s dying. yes, he pays his shit out of pocket, because fuck health insurance, they make u got to the doctor. he doesn’t get sick often! but when he does, it lasts for a while.

🍎  :    how stable is my muse’s mental health?  have they been diagnosed with any mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they have any undiagnosed mental illnesses and  /  or conditions?  do they or should they attend therapy? 

f,, fairly stable? diagnosed PTSD and depression, no biggie. he copes really well for the most part, and his trauma doesn’t particularly show unless you’re very aware it’s a symptom. he attends therapy when his depression episode gets really bad, so rly only like three times a year. you basically can’t even tell he’s mentally ill unless you know him really well and are around for a long period of time.

🍑  :    how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance?  do they spend a lot of time on their hair,  makeup,  grooming,  and clothing?  is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?  

dEPENDS MY DUDE. yes, boy is conceited. yes, he has depression. we all know what that means!! he’s either paying attention to everything and not leaving the house until he’s perfect or he’s fucking walking outside without pants, no fucks, and without having showered for a week.

🍒  :    how much does my muse value companionship?  do they constantly keep people around them,  or do they prefer to be alone often?  do they have or desire to have many friends?  do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?  

ehhhh. he’s both extroverted and introverted. he has no problem making friends and he has a lot of them, but he doesn’t really hangout with people. he might go out a couple of times in a month, but he really prefers to be alone. it’s best to think of it as he’ll make new friends very easily and get along with most people, but he doesn’t go out of his way to spend time with anyone else unless he’s invited or really likes them.

🍇  :    how would my muse describe their childhood?  how much has it impacted the person they are now,  or will become as an adult?  around what age did they or will they start to mature,  and why?  do they wish to go back to their days as a child,  or have they embraced adulthood? 

oh honey. childhood was hell. trauma has erased a lot of it, and what little he remembers give him nothing but guilt and deep desire to never ever think of it again. adulthood is where it’s at, bois.

🍐  :    how intelligent is my muse overall?  are they smarter than the average person,  or less than?  are they primarily self-taught,  or did they acquire most of their knowledge in school?  are they more street smart or book smart? 

he’s on the genius end. he literally had nothing to do but read and talk to people as a kid, so he’s pretty fucking rounded out on knowledge. the only downside is he doesn’t really remember facts. he remembers the logic of it. you could ask him if sharks live in sea water and he’s gonna fucking hesitate, but if you ask him if this weird idea you have for a spaceship is possible, he’s gonna give you a fully detailed explanation on why it isn’t, big ass physics words and all. he was raised by drug dealers and his brother was involved in gangs so u can figure out how street smart he is.

🍉  :    which of the four seasons suits my muse best,  and why? 

winter! he’s at his most sad goth. otherwise, autumn, bc he’s a pumpkin spice slut.

🍌  :    is my muse inclined to help others,  or will they only do it when it benefits them,  if at all?  what makes them this way?  has it ever gotten them into trouble,  or inconvenienced them?

will help, even if he sighs first. he just thinks it’s the right thing to do. but also: watching his brother get fucking tortured and not being able to help for 18 years might’ve fuckin done something. he’s been inconvenienced a few times, but never really in trouble.

🍊  :    does my muse desire romance?  is it something they would actively seek out,  or prefer to happen more  ‘  naturally?  ’  what is their love life like?  do they have any exes or past flings,  or crushes? 

wouldn’t u like to know, weatherboy :^) actually he’s a bit of both. he definitely desires romance, and he’ll sometimes actively try dating around, but he mostly prefers the ‘if it happens, it happens’. he’s only truly dated a few women. currently, though, he hesitates on dating big time. in canon, he’s pretty freshly broken up with in a really shitty manner, so he’s just. existing. the thought of catching feelings fills him with dread, but he’s also a dumb fuckin hopeless romantic who instantly is like okay but what if it DOESN’T go terribly this time.

🍓  :    how is my muse typically seen by others?  does it ring true to who they really are?  does their reputation matter to them? 

iiiiiii have no idea. it depends on your personality, because he’s sarcastic and sassy, and some people would consider that as rude and asshole-ish. if you’re in the kink scene, 9.5/10 times you’ll know him as the master of the city’s biggest dungeon ( it’s also connected to a fetish club ), so it’s. accurate. he doesn’t care for his rep tho, it’s not gonna hurt his book sales since he’s anonymous

🥝  :    does my muse have any  ‘  unusual  ’  habits, interests,  and  /  or talents?  do they hide it,  or are they proud of it? 

h m. not really. his only unusual habit would be how much he’ll just drown himself in working, but it’s from trauma, so????? nah. he’s p open about everything anyways.

🍋  :    what kind of diet does my muse have?  do they eat regularly,  or the standard 2-3 meals a day?  do they have to be reminded to eat,  or are they likely to remind others?  do they cook,  or have others cook for them?  do they eat healthily,  or not so much?  

wild. just wild. he can go from deadass vegan to eating 20 chicken wings by himself. no one understands it. if he’s actually working on a new novel, he needs reminded sometimes, but he’s usually the one reminding other people. he’s a big cook, he loves finding and creating new recipes, and he’s usually on the healthier end of things. doesn’t mean he won’t eat an entire fucking cake because he didn’t eat anything else for two days tho. 

🥭  :    how important to my muse is their hometown,  or where they’re from?  are they proud of it,  or considered a hometown hero? did they move away,  or do they wish to?

e h. he doesn’t really care for hometown sentiment, but he does love Chicago. it’s his favorite place just because he’s comfortable, knows it and the people well, and always finds something to do. plus, like, the fetish club is there. ofc he’s gonna have fun. not proud, just doesnt care. moves around when bored.

[eldritchsurveys]

706.

Would you date someone who still lived with their parents? >> I don’t date, but if I did, that wouldn’t be a dealbreaker in itself. I think it would depend on how the situation was -- sometimes it’s just easier financially, or sometimes they’re taking care of a parent who is ill. All that is fine. But if it’s an obvious codependency situation or something like that, I’d regard that as a red flag. Are you a generous person? >> I can be generous. I can also be not generous. Do you have a close relationship with your family? >> I have no relationship with my family. Would you have to sleep with someone before marrying them? >> I did not sleep with the person I’m married to. But I do think that sleeping with one’s partner before tying the knot is a very logical thing for people in sexual relationships to do. Do you think there is life on other planets? >> I think it’s highly likely.

Do you own a car? >> No. Would it bother you if your bf/gf flirted with someone else? >> Not at all. Would you enjoy a night of playing video games? >> Sure, if I was in a gaming mood. Are you sexually attracted to any inanimate objects? >> I’m attracted to some buildings and I’ve always had a thing for robots and various related forms of machinery. Do you dream of traveling the world or are you happy where you are? >> I always dream of travelling. Have you traveled internationally? >> Not yet. Would you watch a porno with your partner? >> If I was in that kind of relationship, sure, absolutely. Have you ever stolen from your work? >> --- How much does intelligence turn you on? >> Intelligence isn’t a thing I consider sexy. Passion and curiosity can be attractive, yes, but just being able to rattle off math figures or various history facts or whatever isn’t going to turn me on. Seems kind of boring to me, without the aforementioned passion and curiosity anyway. Do you ask someone out or wait for them to ask you? >> --- Do you watch soap operas? >> Well, I watch Grey’s Anatomy. Do you own any sex toys? >> Nope. Do you talk about your sex life with either of your parents? >> --- Do you search someone on the Internet before a first date? >> --- Are you married,engaged, or in a relationship with someone u want to marry? >> Married. How often do you use facebook at work? >> --- Do you enjoy television or movies better? >> I mean, it’s not a comparison. I enjoy watching both. Do you have a friendship that has lasted for 10 years or longer? >> Surprisingly. Elle and I are still friends and we met in 2009. Would you date someone half your age? >> Again, I don’t date, but I definitely wouldn’t date a 16yo if I did. Would you consider donating your body to science after you die? >> I’ve considered it. I prefer decaying. Are you a romantic person? >> No. Would you be okay with your partner hanging with their ex as friends? >> Absolutely. Are you careful with your money? >> I mean, as careful as I can be, I guess, considering I don’t have much of it in the first place. Do you have a current passport? >> No. Do you like to be friends with someone before dating them? >> If I was ever going to date, it’d be this way. Do you like soccer? >> No. Is it more fun to go out just with your date or on a group date? >> --- How often do you go dancing/clubbing? >> I don’t. Have you had a relationship with someone of the same sex? >> Yes. Is marriage a necessity for two people who love each other? >> No. Do you meditate? >> I have tried to establish a meditation routine at least 5 different times, and it never sticks. Sometimes I just do little spontaneous contemplative moments instead, since that seems to suit me better. Have you ever been fired from a job? >> No. Is there anything you think science will never be able to explain? >> Sure, maybe. I wouldn’t argue with anyone about it, but I don’t think science is the be-all and end-all when it comes to interpreting the universe. Do you cook fancy meals for dates? >> --- Is intoxication ever an acceptable excuse for acting stupid? >> It’s a reason. Whether it’s a reason I’m willing to accept and forgive or not varies with the situation (and the intoxicated person in question). Do you believe in an afterlife? >> No. Well, I mean. We interpret Inworld as an afterlife, so I guess I technically believe in one life-after-life kind of situation, but... that’s different. I don’t necessarily believe that that’s what’s going to happen to me, for instance. Do you litter? >> Nah. Would you have sex with someone hot who you hated? >> No, dude. Do you have a career plan? >> No. Do you mostly cook your own meals? >> No, Sparrow cooks most of the meals. Have you ever been arrested? >> Kind of. I say “kind of” because I’m not sure if “taken into night court because of an open-container fine I didn’t pay” counts as an arrest. I wasn’t booked or anything. Could you live with someone who was really messy? >> Noooo. That’s part of what got Sigma kicked out. Are sex and love the same thing? >> Obviously not. Do you go to church? >> No. Do you have pets? >> I live with a cat. How many concerts do you attend a year? >> Zero or one, nowadays (depends on whether we can afford Trans-Siberian Orchestra when ticket sale time comes around). I’d like to go to more but I have. specific requirements. Do you enjoy getting drunk? >> No. I enjoy being buzzed, but beyond that I just get fucking tired. Do you believe in fate or destiny? >> “Destiny” (or ka as they like to call it over there in All-World) is 100% some Roland Deschain bullshit and I’m not about that life. Have you ever called your friend a slut? >> Not maliciously. Are you attracted to someone with Power? >> I mean, what kind of power are we talking about? Self-actualisation and emotional stability, confident resilience, is a kind of power. That’s attractive. Charisma is a kind of power. That can be attractive, depending on how it’s applied. Social capital and career success is a kind of power, but that doesn’t attract me. Doing nothing all day makes you feel…? >> Worthless, but what the fuck do you want from me. Have you ever had sex with someone you worked with? >> --- Do you have any children? >> No. Would you date someone just for the sex? >> --- Do you give money to charities? >> No. Have you ever shot a gun? >> No. Have you ever gone on a blind date? >> Yeah, long time ago. Have you ever had a one night stand? >> I’ve had way too many, because I really didn’t fucking know any better. Are you a passionate person? >> I don’t feel like I am. I guess that’s why I find passion attractive, because it’s a thing I’m missing. Do you consider yourself a positive person? >> Ehh. Have you ever lied about the number of sexual partners you’ve had? >> No. Are Sex and Intimacy the same thing? >> Sex is a kind of intimacy. Have you ever played strip poker? >> No. How often do you get angry? >> Not very. I tend to get irritable and impatient and stuff like that, but not full-on angry. Do you consider yourself an emotional person? >> Well, yeah. Just not the same way as other people. Is work important to you? >> --- Have you had cosmetic surgery? >> No. On a first date do you pay or do they? >> --- Do you only date people who have jobs or are full-time students? >> --- Could you date someone who does drugs? >> --- Are you a jealous person? >> No. Do you enjoy watching sports? >> No. Except for figure skating, that’s the tits. Are you a cat or a dog person? >> --- Is a girl who’s slept with 100 guys a bad person? >> Why the fuck would that make them a bad person? Answer me that. Do you offend people? >> I mean, I’m sure I do on occasion. You can’t really avoid it. Do you prefer people in your life be simple or complex? >> What even is a simple person? I assume everyone has a rich internal life just like I do. Seems better than assuming the opposite... Have you ever been to a sex shop? >> I’ve been to a lot of sex shops. Have you ever had a threesome? >> Yes. I vastly prefer Inworld ones to outworld ones, just saying. Do you enjoy discussing politics? >> No. I refuse to discuss politics, in fact. I will listen to a discussion if it remains civil, and see if I can learn anything from it, but I won’t participate. Would you do a striptease for your partner? >> No. Would you date someone who doesn’t have a car? >> --- Do you enjoy dancing? >> Yes, very much. You have a week off, travel or stay home? >> --- Does spending the weekend at home annoy you? >> No, but I do like to get out if possible, even if just to the store. Right now, it’s not possible (unless it’s to the store, and even then only for essential items), and it’s killing me. Is it wrong to watch porn if you’re in a relationship? >> Not for me, it isn’t. Obviously other people have varied opinions. Do you think men should pay for everything on dates? >> I legitimately do not give a single fuck about this or any of these dating questions, sigh. Would you tie up a partner if they asked you to do so? >> No, because I have no expertise in knot-tying and that’s not safe. But I’d probably be okay with simple restraints. Do you consider yourself open minded? >> Yes. Are you a virgin? >> No. Have you ever had sex in a public place? >> Yes. Do others find you sexy? >> I don’t particularly care if they do. It wouldn’t do me any favours. Have you ever met someone in person you met online? >> Quite a few times. Would you date someone twice your age? >> --- Should a child caught masturbating be punished? >> Absolutely fucking not??? Why is this even a question. (Don’t answer that. I know why. It’s just that the “why” is so disappointing.) How often do you drink? >> Eh. Depends. Coffee or tea? >> Tea. Do you tell your friends you love them? >> I don’t tell anyone I love them. Inworlders notwithstanding, but it’s different there.

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Survey #238

“crimson calligraphy written on the trees, creature from the grave, headless and hellbent for me.”

Have you ever played golf? Like, mini-golf. Is there a lake near your house? No, but there's two small ponds down the road. Have you ever made your own pizza or pasta dough? No. Have you ever watched an entire season of a tv show in one day? Uhhhhh how long are the first few seasons of Supernatural? Because Jason and I fucking binged it, and I honestly think that's partially the reason I don't even enjoy TV anymore. Like I liked the show, but jfc it became torture at some point. Not his fault at all, I just never pointed it out. BUT ANYWAY, it's definitely possible we did. What did you have for dinner tonight (or last night)? A ham and cheese hot pocket. Do your parents do things that ‘embarrass’ you? This is so mean, but my mom makes the cringiest jokes and such imo that gives me mad secondhand embarrassment. Do you like any Bon Jovi songs? Yeah, a decent handful. Who was the last person you were in a car with? Mom. Do you give people second chances? Ha, more than "second." How’re things between you and your most recent ex? We're totally great. Really as if we didn't even break up, considering I mean... nothing emotionally has changed. We just know that being together right now isn't the wise decision. It's frustrating as hell, though. We've already established we're not going to "wait" for each other, but neither of us are actively looking for a new partner, either. I want her, and from what I can tell, she wants me, too. We kinda just... don't talk about how unfair it all is anymore because we both get too upset. I was even supposed to go up there with her and her fam for her birthday and Christmas, but that's changed because she and I agree it's too soon after splitting, making it only more difficult to be around each other. We'd want to cuddle and kiss and such by instinct, so we're trying to wait until the wound isn't as fresh. Though honestly, I don't know how visiting period would go consider as said, there has been zero change in romantic attraction. Ugh yeah I just hope she figures out what she wants and all and we can get back together. Have you been to a wedding this year? No. I'm going to my half-sister's next year, though. Are you an aunt or uncle? Yes, and another niece is on her way. :') Do you expect to be married in the next two years? Probably not. What season is your birthday in? Winter. Have you ever been hunting? Fuck that shit. How often do you walk around barefoot? Always in my own house + in other houses if I'm allowed to take my shoes off. When you eat take-out, do you just eat it out of the containers provided? Usually, but it does depend on what food it is. Ex., those little boxes that have rice in them from Chinese places? I'm using a bowl. From the container is just messy. Would you need to sleep with someone before considering marrying them? Nah. Do you carry condoms? No. Would you date someone who has a hearing aid? ... Yes...? "No" is just... so rude?? Like that is something the person absolutely cannot help, nor is it a HUGE thing. It's just a hearing aid, dude. How organized are the files on your computer? Pretty decent. Folders and such. Could be better still, probably. Have you ever been to a strip club? Nah, not my scene. Have you ever brought home a stray animal? Pleeeeenty of cats. Are you physically strong? No, especially not my legs. I've got a newborn fawn's legs, jc. Still working on building the muscle back up. Would you date someone with braces? Oh my god, fuck off. Yes I would. I was the person with braces dating someone without them, so 1.) I obviously can't say shit, 2.) they're taking care of their goddamn teeth, and 3.) I dunno, wearing braces has no goddamn impact on personality???????????? Does scuba diving interest you? Not to an incredible degree, but it'd be cool. Would you ever ask your parents for relationship advice? Maybe for certain topics. Do you think people look up to you? Y'know that "oh no hunty WHAT is u doin" meme??? That's me if someone does. How often do you have trouble sleeping at night? *blinking* There are people who don't??????? Do you blush easily? Ohhhhhh yes. Do you get angry at yourself or at others more often? Hm. Not sure. Can you name five current world leaders? AHAHA nope. How many times have you had the flu? Zero. Do you think imagination is valuable? Oh hell yes. We would be NOWHERE CLOSE to where we are as animals without it. Who or what are you most impatient with? I don't know. When was the last time you mowed a lawn? Never. Have you seen all of the Star Wars films? No; seen only the first three with a friend and saw zero appeal. He didn't either. How about all of the Harry Potter ones, so far? I haven't even seen one. Jason and I started the first one together but. Paid way more attention to each other than the movie lmfao. What part of the newspaper do you typically enjoy reading? None. I collect my school's papers now though 'cuz I'm the photographer for it. :') Have you ever made a website, even a simple one? Four that I remember. The ancient and now-defunct ones were back when I think this site called Wetpaint was a host for simple sites, and a lot of us RPers posted our mob info and stuff there. I had one for Talons, one for Connrads. Ha, out of curiosity, I think I looked for them not all too long ago since I never actually deleted them, but I think the site itself was re-purposed. NOW, I have a Wix site for my photography, and then Kalahari Manor is a ProBoards-hosted site. Which was better: your childhood or your teen years? Jfc, childhood. Teen years were a chaotic and rancid cesspit in terms of mental health. What was your reaction to your first time falling in love? I truly imagine that realizing I was *in love* with Jason surpassed what a high probably feels like lmao. What does it take for someone to win your heart? I'm actually putting thought into this one and I think what appeals to me in a person most is just being friendly with a good sense of humor and obvious, shameless concern for others. AND JFC, HAVE EMOTION. Don't be a brick wall with me. Lacking an emotional side, positive or negative, is such a turn-off to me. I'm not attracted to robots. Being a gentle person is important, and for me personally, you need to actually act like you're into me. Not just between us. Do not make me a secret. AND BE CREATIVE AND WEIRD AND FRESH!!!!!!!!!!! There's nothing wrong with more "vanilla" people, but just for me myself, I need someone who stands out for some good reason. lol okay this answer's actually getting kinda long, I'll stop. There's a number of ways. What is one thing you would rather be doing? Ha ha yo real talk, Sara and I are getting all emotional and deep into our relationship, platonic or romantic, and I want me and her in her bed right now tearing each other up alsdkjfla;kwejre I love her a lot ok. When was the last time you changed your mind about something? OKAY SO I started a new birth control, right? It. Sent. Me. BACK. With my PTSD. How? Idfk, but I was suddenly obsessing over Him again, badly. I stopped that shit, and wha'd'ya know, two days later, I'm like "lol wtf I don't want him why did that just happen hunty was u ok????????". SO YEAH, that was a trip. Do you know anyone with a lisp? I'm not sure. Possibly. How much weight can you lift at once? No clue. Not a lot. Do you ask guys out, or wait for them to ask you out? I've never asked a guy out, but I wouldn't say I wouldn't. Do you like the last person who showed interest in you? I love her. Describe the last person you stared at? I have no idea. Do you like dating one person at a time, or multiple people? I'm personally monogamous. Have your experiences made you more or less sympathetic to others? MORE. Do you find smoking unattractive? I do. Have your parents ever searched your personal belongings? Mom has. Where did you get your last bruise from? ... Well. This is uh. Awkward. Tying into when I was on that medicine that made my libido fucking uncontrollable (thank the fucking lord I'm back to normal), my breasts are lookin rough, sister. Are you looking forward to anything? Nothing in the VERY near future, I think. A bit further off, Christmas. I can't wait to see the kids so excited again, and for once, we come together as a true family. Plus my #1 wish is to have my Mark tattoo improved at an amazing parlor, and I'm pretty sure that'll be happening, just obvs. not on Christmas Day itself. I'll just be fuckin STOKED when I *know* it's happening. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Yes. How much money did you spend today? $1.25 for something from the vending machine. I didn't have breakfast, so I was really hungry. When you’re bored in class, what do you usually do? Try to not doze off. If we're not doing anything, then I'll play around with my phone. Have you ever had a song stuck in your head for more than a day? Oh, definitely. Ever walked into the guy’s bathroom? HA as a stupid elementary school with her friends, we sure did during a work day (my mom used to work with special ed kids at school). We thought we were soooo rebellious. How many wives or husbands do you want? One. What happens if you fall in love with your best friend? Ha, did. I still am, and we hope to be back together someday. Has a teacher ever flirted with you? Not that I know of. Thankfully. Is it okay for friends to kiss each other, as friends? It's not my thing, but sure, if it's consenting and both are aware it's platonic. Do your wishes ever get granted in the worst way possible? Probably in some way at some point I don't recall. How do you feel about your naked body? NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO Have you ever been called obnoxious? I don't think so, anyway. Do you wish you had a bigger family? No. Which friend would you kiss full on the mouth, no questions asked? Sara. Can you do a split or stick your foot up next to your ear? Nope. When was the last time you complained about something? I was venting some mild frustration to Sara earlier tonight. What is your favorite color combination? Favorite is probably pastel orange and light blue. Love it. Then there's pastel pink and purple. Okay pretty much any combination is about the pastels When was the last time you spoke in front of a group? A month or so back when I had to do my Lifeline presentation in FYS. Do you like group projects, or do you prefer to work alone? I strongly prefer working alone. There's no disagreements, compromises, incompetent partners, etc. Have you ever been told you were going to Hell? Yup! (: Indirectly, but. How did you respond? I don't recall, but I wish I did. Who is the most argumentative person you know? She's not in my life anymore partially BECAUSE of that shit. Do you know anyone who is crazy about proper grammar? Yes, but she has OCD as a valid reason. I'm pretty particular about it too to a degree. Who was the last person to make you feel special? Oh my gosh, my therapist told me she was so proud of me and the progress I was making that I just entirely lit up and became a total beaming ball of giggles and "thank you"s. Would you feel funny if you kissed somebody of the same sex? No, I'm bi. If your best friend grabs your hand, what do you automatically do? Squeeze it. What’s something you can cook or bake like a pro? Cheesy and spicy scrambled eggs, man. Also known as the only thing I can properly cook lmao. Do you tend to flirt a lot, even when the person isn’t single? Fuck no, if they're not single. I'll flirt with my s/o when I see it appropriate or relevant, and in a case where we're both single, I'd be very subtle about it because shy. What’s something that you think is really cute? Off the very top of my head, the Ewoks from Star Wars, oh my fucking god. They were the only thing I enjoyed in the movies. What’s a pretty bird? I mean... pretty much all of them. BUT, can we take a moment to appreciate the bearded vulture? like???? they're fucking BADASS???????????? Besides sleeping, what do you do in bed? Almost... everything. It's the reason I endured/am still recovering from muscle atrophy in my legs. Have you ever hacked into somebody’s account? Playfully, back when that was a thing for friends to do and post lovey-dovey stuff about them everywhere. Megan and I, and I believe Mini and I as well, did it to each other. Possibly more. Is having to pee really badly worse than being really thirsty? Oh hell yes it is. The former can get to a point of hurting. Have you ever touched a Qu'ran? No. Do you love animals more than most? Oh definitely. Why do you eat fast food? It's easy to grab when on the run, and Mom has almost zero time to cook. Then we both have school. Most often I just warm things up in the microwave or grab something substantial enough in the fridge. Is there always going to be that one person you and a friend makes fun of? I guess you could say indirectly, yes. Just something she said in a certain way became an inside joke. Her as a person, no, I wouldn't do that. What is a bad habit of yours that you’re actually trying to fix? Having terrible eye contact. I have a very hard time maintaining it, but I've been trying to keep that weakness in mind when talking to people. Do you write out your feelings? That's one reason why I take these surveys, yes. Do you have bills to pay yet? It's embarrassing that I don't. Not saying like, I want to pay bills, what madman would, but I do want to feel more like a proper, independent adult. Will you be changing your hair any time soon? Not the style, but one thing I'm asking for Christmas is a professional to dye my hair silver. I say pro because my hair does NOT hold color, and because of the bleach needed, Mom's concerned I'll damage my hair if I put my trust into anyone less qualified. Does your mom have a celebrity look-alike? I don't think so, but she looks UNCANNILY like her firstborn daughter. It is SCARY. Is there something you wish you could learn to do? There's loads of stuff. Probably above all, cook. Or stop procrastinating. If you could be amazing at ONE thing, what would it be? Drawing precisely what I see in my head. Because of how important they are to me, I would pay BIG FUCKING BUCKS to get how my 'kats look onto paper. What do you wish people would pay you to do? Complain about my weight. :^) I'd be able to just pay for surgery to fix that within a day. Do you take good pictures? I personally think I do. I mean I wanna be a professional photographer. How would one go about impressing you? It depends on the subject and difficulty of whatever. What probably impresses me most would be someone maintaining a mature, peaceful attitude when there is reason to act otherwise. Self-control, that's it. Do you automatically apologize if you walk into somebody? Duh? Tell me a memory of this summer: It was fucking scorching and I hated every minute of it. What’s something that you don’t need, but really want? Hmmmm. OH, HELL YES. IF I had the proper body to even remotely pull them off, I. Would wear. NOTHING. But corsets. Jesus FUCKING Christ they are so hot. What do you draw more than anything else? Just about all I draw is meerkats. What’s the most favorite class you’ve ever had? The Digital Photography course I took in high school. Or Art Honors my junior year. I really enjoyed the stuff I made. For each person you’ve kissed, describe your feelings in one word: Jason: melancholy; Tyler: dramatic; Girt(?): loyal; Sara: ideal. How do you react when you trip or stumble? Gasp and carry on. If it was a more serious trip, I look around at who saw. Are you good at “biting your tongue”? NO. Why do you love the one you do? She's been there for me without fail, has undying faith in me, supports me through everything, is honest, she's funny and very unique, her adoration for animals shows a great level of compassion, she trusts me so much despite her history, she stands extremely firmly for what she sees as right and wrong... okay I can honestly write an essay on why I love her. Would you rather get [another] tattoo or piercing? GIMME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 THE TATTOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111111 Do you have long or short legs? I'd say they're normal, idk. When do you listen to Nickelback? *shrugs* When I wanna? Would you rather make the first move, or your crush? Them. I'm shy.

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Title: Last Regrets, Chapter 2 Requested by @munakatareishi​, Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole​ for betaing! Mikorei Week 2017 Day 5: My Heart Aches for You Pairing: Mikorei Rating: M WC: 4,606 Ao3 Summary: "Munakata had known they'd never be together. They were too opposite, too different, and Suoh now had too many ghosts haunting him." “Just as they seemingly haunted Munakata as well."

 5 years ago

"Munakata Reisi, let's work hard and do our best." He says the words and they're filled with hope--Hope for his future. In the brief moment he's standing, he glances around the classroom at the people who will be his peers for the next three years. One blond woman looks excited, her blue eyes twinkle with adoration, and while he's grateful, he finds his eyes are drawn to the red-haired male in the corner of the room. He's looking at him with a passive stare, and yet, their amber color pulls Munakata in.

The moment is over before it begins however, and Munakata is back to his seated position. It's the first day of high school, and Munakata is ready for this high school life to begin. He'd always been a hard worker, and that hard work had finally paid off when he got his acceptance letter to Shizume Academy, one of the premier schools in the country. He had been ready for this for as long as he could fathom having memories. High school meant more responsibilities, being more adult, and growing closer to his goal-things Munakata had been ready for for quite sometime now.

"Suoh Mikoto," the red-head says. He's standing, hunched over, hands in his pockets. It looks as though just standing alone has been far too much effort for him. Munakata notes his name, as he has been doing for all the students, but he takes particular note of this one, his pen staying on the paper in front of him. After saying his name, Suoh sits down.

"You don't wish to say anything else?" the teacher asks, tilting his head.

"Nah," Suoh says, though the response is barely audible and seems like a displeased grunt.

Munakata has a guess about what kind of person Suoh is-uncaring, unmotivated. Makes him wonder how Suoh even was accepted into the school, though usually people like him were rich with connections-probably grandfathered in due to his name. Munakata decides to google it later.

This is the first time they see each other. The first time they indirectly meet.

No matter, Suoh's life doesn't affect Munakata's.

That is, until it does.

~~

As far as Suoh is concerned, Munakata Reisi is the type of guy he wants nothing to do with. Uptight, maybe a little pretentious. One of those kids who raises his hand just to remind the teacher it's time to turn in the homework even when the teacher himself has forgotten. Suoh hates that shit.

It doesn't really matter after a while because Suoh decides class is for idiots. Idiots he doesn't feel like dealing with. He's too tired for that, and he'd rather sit on the roof and smoke. Just as he is now. He's not "supposed" to smoke, but that's what makes it taste even better. It fills his lungs and makes his blood tingle, a rush he's needed all morning.

It's usually lunch when he can slip away, but today he's lucky. P.E is in the morning on Wednesdays which means he can duck out early. If it wasn't for the damn attendance passes they had to scan upon entry to their classrooms in the morning, Suoh would've gone straight to the roof immediately. However, to be counted on time, he had to show up for at least one class.

He's staring up at the sky, the white clouds rolling against the light blue blanket. It's quiet, minus the occasional distant honking of a horn, and the blustering gust of wind here and there. This is where Suoh loves to be. Hell, he would've lived on the damn roof if he could've. Then maybe he wouldn't have had to go to school any longer.

 "As long as you're under our roof you will be attending and participating in school..."

 "Think of your grandfather, he would be so disappointed to hear his grandson is failing at his alma mater..."

 "And what about your future, what exactly do you plan on doing with your life? You will not be a freeloader forever, Mikoto."

School is filled with far too much responsibility, life is full of too much responsibility, something Suoh has never wanted.

"Ah, I knew I'd find you up here!" A familiar voice calls from behind him. Suoh doesn't need to look to know Kusanagi's come to join him. He always does for lunch, and if there's nothing going on in any of his subjects, he'll occasionally cut class. He's a second year, and he's damn smart, so he can get away with shit like that.

"Mmm..." Suoh mumbles, twisting the end of his cigarette onto the ground.

"How long have you been here?" Kusanagi asks, taking a seat as he pulls out two bento boxes. One for himself, and one for Suoh. Kusanagi likes cooking, making food and all that. Says he wants to own a bar or restaurant when he's older.

"Since P.E."

"It's a wonder you haven't been expelled," Kusanagi sighs, unwrapping both of the boxes. Suoh pushes himself up, taking the chopsticks from the small bag.

"...They won't," Suoh mumbles. Not when his grandfather practically owns the school.

"Yeah, yeah," Kusanagi chuckles, lighting his own cigarette. Suoh likes Kusanagi because he doesn't try and talk to him when Suoh's not talking. There's no need for either of them to fill the silence, and that's the way Suoh likes it. Silent.

But silence rarely lasts forever.

~~

When it came to choosing clubs, Munakata had zero hesitation, and becoming part of the student council was practically decided for him. He is organized, poised, confident, he fits the stereotype insanely well, and the senior members are thrilled to have him, ready to groom him for higher positions as time goes on.

Munakata is happy to see a girl from his class, Awashima Seri, join with him. She's loyal, dependable, and he enjoys the thought of working with her, especially when the 3rd years give them an important assignment.

"It has come to our attention," the president begins, "that many students, especially 1st years, have decided it is okay to cut class. I do not know if they believe the hard part is over by successfully passing the entrance exam. But this is high school, and we hope for them to take this seriously. Many people were turned away from our prestigious school. We must take the opportunities presented to us, and do what is best with them. High school isn't the end of the line, and the school wishes to keep the percentage of students who attend university upon graduating high. This is why, we would like you to assist us. Please make sure any problematic students attend class. We believe you are capable of handling this."

Munakata's mind immediately rushes to the red haired boy in his class; Suoh Mikoto.

Munakata doesn't think about Suoh much. Occasionally he finds him to be deplorable with the way he stares out the window for the majority of class. His red hair curls over his brow, and falls just above his bored looking expression. His golden eyes look exhausted, as though he’s an elderly man who has seen his fair share of the world. He's oddly beautiful, Munakata thinks, though his attitude ruins any attraction Munakata feels.

But usually, Munakata doesn't think about Suoh because Suoh is never there. He's rarely in class, and every morning Suoh trudges through the door, dragging his feet against the tiled floors. Munakata thinks it's nothing short of a miracle Suoh hasn't been expelled by now.

It seems Munakata has his work cut out for him. He knows just where to start on this project, with Suoh Mikoto.

~~

"What is your plan, sir?" Munakata isn't quite sure why Awashima Seri feels the need to call him sir simply because his position in the student council is a bit higher than hers, but he doesn’t complain. He respects the girl, and feels honored she is willing to follow him so diligently.

"Are you aware of Suoh Mikoto? The red haired delinquent in our class." He spits out the word delinquent, as though it tastes horrible in his mouth.

Awashima nods. "The one who never shows up. He seems like a good candidate."

Munakata smiles. "Indeed. During lunch, I will trail him to see where he goes. Once I am armed with that information, we can take steps towards convincing him to return to class. I will not take no for an answer."

And so, that afternoon, Munakata presses his glasses up the bridge of his nose, feeling like a spy as he stands by the door, watching Suoh round the corner. He carefully walks down the hall, trying his best to not drawn any attention to himself. Though it seems Suoh isn't the type to notice him anyway. It's no surprise when the man pushes open the door to the roof, and Munakata sighs. Does the other boy spend his entire day sitting on the roof? Given how he always looks as though he's about to fall asleep in class, Munakata wouldn't exactly be surprised.

Swinging the door open, Munakata sees Suoh Mikoto, laying on his back, and an older boy wearing sunglasses is kneeling next to him holding a few bento boxes.

"Hiya," the boy with glasses says, waving.

"Mmm? Who is it?" Suoh mumbles, Munakata can barely hear his voice.

"Munakata Reisi," he states, stepping towards both of them. "I'm hear to speak to Suoh Mikoto about an important matter."

"Hah?" The red haired boy sits up quickly, probably the most intense movement Munakata has witnessed from Suoh thus far.

"Are you planning on skipping class again, Suoh?"

Suoh lets out a long sigh. "None of your business."

"Oh but it is," Munakata begins. "The school has tasked the student council with getting problematic students to be more attentive in class. It's imperative to them that you keep up your grades, and continue onward to a good university."

"Why the hell do they care about that?" Suoh snorts.

"Probably looks bad on their numbers if you don't graduate," the other boy chimes in.

"You are correct," Munakata admits.

"Forget it," Suoh mutters, and lays back down.

"Do you not care about your future, Suoh?" Munakata asks, folding his arms as he watches the other lay down.

"Do you?" he scoffs. "You're the school's lap dog."

"In fact, I do care. Do you really wish to throw away your future, sleeping your life away? Learning is one of the most important things we do in this life and you are giving up the opportunity to do so at a very prestigious academy," Munakata explains.

"Mmm," Suoh grunts.

"Maybe you should listen," the other boy says. "I have been kinda worried you're going to get kicked out. What will you do then, Mikoto?"

"Shut it, Izumo," he growls.

"What choice will you make, Suoh?" Munakata asks, glancing back towards the door. Their lunch break won't be lasting much longer.

There's silence, and neither of the boys answer Munakata. Pressing his glasses up yet again he sighs.

"I won't give up until you come back to class one of these days." Turning on his heel, he heads away from the two.

It's the first real conversation he and Suoh share. It's the first, but it won't be the last.

~~

Suoh quickly learns Munakata is true to his word, and everyday the jerk is up on the roof too, bugging him to come back to class.

 "It's your future."

 "Your grades do matter you know."

 "Don't you wish to learn more about the world around you?"

 "How great is sleeping so much, don't you get bored?"

Suoh could practically mimic Munakata completely now, he knows every goddamn line the blue haired bastard uses. None of it matters. Suoh never listens to him. He has no desire to go back to class. His grades matter to others, but they don't matter to him. He has no idea what he wants to do for his future, and yeah, sleeping is pretty damn great.

But Suoh sure is getting damn tired of listening to Munakata. He's not sure why the other cares so much. At first, he thought it was because Munakata was simply 'doing his job', and yet he takes it far too seriously for it to only be that. No one could possibly be that serious about the student council could they?

Though Suoh admits he watches Munakata more when he is in class. When Suoh arrives every morning, Munakata is already there. He has a notebook out on his desk, surrounded by a pen, pencil and eraser. Everything seems to have a set spot on his tiny desk. It's kinda endearing, kinda obnoxious. Suoh can't quite decide.

It's been over a week, maybe almost two now? Suoh's lost count of how many days Munakata has come to the roof in an attempt to get him to return to class.

He recognizes his footsteps now, they're lighter than Kusanagi's. He walks daintily, as though he doesn't wish to press all his weight against the ground. Still, Suoh doesn't flinch, stays in his spot, ready for Munakata to give his lecture.

"I suppose I don't really need to say anything," Munakata says. Suoh opens one eye and sees Munakata standing above him, arms folded.

"Why do you care so much?" Suoh asks finally, pushing himself up. Taking a seat, Munakata folds his legs underneath himself and rests his hands in his lap.

"Mmm. It is hard to describe. I wish to see people succeed. I do not think you are an unintelligent man, in fact I think you must be quite smart. However you are lazy. I wish to push you to not be."

"Ah, and here I thought maybe you had a crush on me," Suoh smirks, making Munakata's face light up red. Cute. Cuter reaction than Suoh would ever expect from him.

"Of course not. I wish to succeed in my mission of seeing you succeed," Munakata says, clearing his throat.

"You're not going to stop until I say yes and come back," Suoh states, a small groan escaping his lips.

"You are correct. And that doesn't mean come back for one day. I will make sure you come back everyday," Munakata explains.

"You're a stubborn idiot," Suoh grunts, rolling his neck around.

"The same could be said for you," Munakata hums, closing his eyes.

"Fine," Suoh growls. "You win. I will come back to class if it will get you off my ass."

Munakata smiles, and Suoh's heart skips a beat. He always found the blue haired boy too stuck up, obnoxious...and yet, when he smiles, or blushes, Suoh can't help but stare at how goddamn beautiful the man is. He could only imagine how popular Munakata would be if he wasn't such a goddamn asshole.

Reaching into the bag next to him, Munakata pulls out two notebooks. "Splendid! I've spent the past two weeks compiling and taking extra notes to get you up to speed on what you've missed in the afternoon. If you would like, we could hold study sessions to go over all the material?"

Glancing away, Suoh grabs the notebooks without looking. "Thorough."

"Indeed!" Munakata is still smiling, the wind blowing his blue bangs across his smooth, pale forehead.

"And you're just gonna keep buggin' me until I say yes to studyin' right?" Suoh asks, turning towards Munakata. The assholes smile is wider now, almost evil, and Suoh can't quite figure out what he's thinking.

"Of course, Suoh," Munakata says. "Of course.

~~

Munakata is actually a little surprised Suoh agrees to come back to class, and study with him, but he supposes he wasn't giving him much choice.

Even the teacher seems a little surprised when Suoh walks in the room, but Munakata smiles smugly, knowing it was all his doing. Suoh takes his seat, and though he looks as bored as all hell, and like he's about to fall asleep at any moment, he's still there, writing things down every so often. Munakata considers that a success.

Suoh gives him his address and tells him to meet him at his place once his student council meetings are done. Munakata was going to suggest a library, but Suoh insists. Apparently his parents are never home anyway, so his house is usually quiet. Munakata doesn't ask any more questions, knowing it isn't his place to do so but he still agrees. Though he has to wonder if Suoh's poor morals and motivation come from a lack of parental influence. He thinks of his own parents, loving, kind, supportive. They're proud of him, and know Munakata is an independent, responsible young man. Suoh's parents must think he is independent, but Munakata wonders if they know how irresponsible he is.

He follows his GPS, making his way towards Suoh's house. The houses are bigger in this area, gated off, and Munakata cranes his neck, wondering which house is Suoh's, but his question is quickly answered when he sees Suoh crouched down in front of a gate. Munakata opens his mouth to say hello, but freezes when he sees how intently Suoh is looking at the plant. Tilting his head, he waits, wondering to see what exactly he's doing. Suoh seems to have something in his hand, and just then he places a small bowl down, and a tiny, fluffy cat comes out of the bush.

Suoh lips curl up into a gentle smile, and his eyes don't look so tired. The cat rubs its head against Suoh's hand, but starts munching on the food.

Munakata feels his cheeks grow red. It's such a soft, gentle moment. One where Suoh seems like a kind soul, a generous, loving person, and Munakata feels a bit blessed to have witnessed such a sight.

"Oi, Munakata," the boy says, standing up. "Ya just gonna stare or what?"

Clearing his throat, Munakata feels momentarily caught, shocked Suoh even knew he was there. "Evening Suoh," he bows. "Are you...ready to study?"

"No," Suoh grunts. "But guess I have to be, right?"

Munakata chuckles, "I expect nothing less from you."

The two of them head inside, and Munakata isn't surprised by the size of Suoh's house. After googling his name, he learned that his parents were quite well off, Suoh's grandfather practically owning Shizume. "Your house is quite lovely," Munakata says softly, admiring some of the paintings which adorn the walls, the red carpet feeling plush against his feet. The chandelier above his head wis far more ornate than anything he'd ever seen.

"S'fine," Suoh shrugs, and clearly this is a subject he does not wish to speak on. Not that Suoh is much of a talker anyway, but his response is so curt, Munakata decides not to say anything further.

He leads him to a large room with a big wooden dining table, and he takes a seat at the head, pulling out another chair for Munakata. He pulls out his notebooks and his books. "Let's get started then. Do you have the notebooks I gave you?"

Suoh nods, pulling the notebooks from a desk in the corner of the room.

At first, Munakata isn't sure how much information Suoh is actually retaining. He rarely speaks, mostly only grunting or nodding when Munakata explains things. He seems to be taking notes, but his handwriting is next to impossible to read, so Munakata isn't quite sure he'll be able to read it.

Still, Munakata is...proud; happy Suoh is actually trying.

Really the most impressive thing is Suoh doesn't seem to fall asleep when he comes over to study. They meet about twice a week, maybe three if there is a test coming up and Munakata wants to push Suoh to do well. The red head has stopped complaining, and just assumes Munakata will be over. Occasionally, they walk together, if Munakata doesn't have student council meetings, though it's always in silence, or Munakata will do all the talking, explaining about something they learned in class.

Suoh seems to be full of surprises, Munakata has realized. There are constant unexpected moments. Sometimes he's already finished his homework before Munakata even arrives at his house.

But the biggest surprise is Munakata's growing adoration for Suoh, which he realizes is getting out of hand when they share an umbrella walking to Suoh's place one afternoon.

Munakata is never forgetful, so it's not as if he forgot his umbrella, but the forecast hadn't called for rain. Now, Munakata realizes he's stuck in quite a predicament as he stares at the water rushing from the sky.

"I suppose I'll just have to get wet," he sighs, before a shadow crosses over his head. "Oya?" he mutters, and looks to his side, seeing Suoh.

"Suoh?!" he exclaims, his eyes widening. "You're still here?"

"Yeah, I, uh, did a make-up test," he says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Munakata beams. "You did!? Wonderful! I bet your grades will be seeing much improvement."

"Alright Dad," Suoh teases and Munakata scoffs. "Look," Suoh says, pushing the umbrella towards him. "Use it."

"But you don't have two," Munakata states.

"So? I'll change at my place."

"But...well...why don't we share?" Munakata suggests instead, and Suoh shrugs.

"Suit yourself."

Together, they walk in silence, the pittering of the rain tapping against the umbrella. Their bodies are surprisingly close, and Munakata can smell the scent of musty cigarettes on Suoh's clothes. It's oddly comforting...a smell Munakata has grown used to over the last few weeks. The longer they walk, the more Munakata realizes how...romantic this is, sharing an umbrella, and his face grows red.

Suoh is so much more than Munakata ever expected.

So much so, his heart pounds faster and heavier in his chest whenever they are around each other. A feeling he doesn't quite understand. A feeling he likes to bury deep inside and ignore. They're here to study, to help Suoh maintain good grades...that is what matters.

"It seems things are going well with you and Suoh," Awashima comments, when they walk to a meeting one afternoon. He's been praised quite a few times by other members of the student council for getting one of the most problematic first years back on track.

"Indeed! He's actually been studying! He's...not as bad as I initially thought, and as I suspected he really is quite intelligent," Munakata smiles.

"Wonderful!" Awashima says. "You are a model student council member, sir. Certain to be president when we're third years."

Munakata cannot deny that is his goal.

And yet, he can't stop thinking about Suoh. He probably should move on, help other students, and yet, he feels content, doing this. And spending so much time with Suoh, he's starting to wonder if maybe, just maybe...they're slowly becoming friends?

~~

The problem with studying with Munakata is that it has become exponentially more distracting as time has gone on.

At first, Suoh only studied just to keep the guy off his back, but now there's a small part of him that enjoys his company. Hell, he could study on his own, he doesn't need Munakata's help, but he sure as hell wants it.

The guy is so interesting. He has zero flaws, as far as Suoh can tell. He's incredibly athletic (or so he's notice in P.E.), insanely intelligent, and though he's snarky and an ass, Suoh knows Munakata is actually a pretty nice guy. A patient one too, at least with Suoh, somehow, by some miracle. He also seems to know everything about everything. He's a master at traditional tea ceremonies, he's insanely good at archery and martial arts. It seems the only thing he can't do is act, as Suoh discovers when their class performs a play for a day. Even still, Munakata is basically Mr. Perfect. Suoh isn't jealous, but he does feel...some form of adoration, or maybe he's impressed?

He finds himself staring at Munakata more often than not when they study together, his eyes analyzing every part of his face. When Munakata thinks really hard, his brow occasionally twitches, and his lips purse tightly. Sometimes if he's lost in concentration, one finger will twirl a small piece of his blue hair around. If he's frustrated, his nostril flare, and his eyebrows furrow. His purple eyes twinkle with true excitement when he solves a tricky puzzle or helps Suoh in some way he didn't expect.

Really these study sessions are mostly for Suoh to watch Munakata's face.

Not that he thinks that means anything.

~~

Exams are coming up, and Suoh and Munakata are studying harder than ever. Munakata ends up at the top of their class, which is really no surprise to anyone, teachers included. Suoh however is a surprise. He's not the top of the class, but he does pass, allowing him to move onto his second year once their break is finished.

"I'm proud Suoh," Munakata smiles. "I knew you could get your grades to where they needed to be. See, now I do not have to worry about your future. At least I hope I do not," he smirks. "Shall I stay your tutor next year too?"

Suoh scoffs. "Thanks Dad," he teases yet again. "Let's see if we're in the same class."

Munakata chuckles. "I have faith you could handle it alone."

"Maybe," Suoh grumbles. "Y'wanna come over and do some of your tea shit?"

"'Tea shit'?" Munakata raises an eyebrow. "I will come over and provide you with a celebratory tea ceremony."

"Yeah, that. Or just tea. We don't gotta do the whole ceremony."

Munakata pouts. "Suoh, how uncouth!"

Suoh rolls his eyes, and shrugs. "Fine, but you can't yell at me if I fall asleep while waiting for you."

Which, to no one's surprise is exactly what happens. Munakata brings the tea to the table only to find Suoh, head on his arms, fast asleep. His body rises and falls with the motion of his breath, his soft breathing the only noise in the quiet room, his mouth slightly open.

Munakata wonders what it would be like to kiss him. Would his lips be soft? Dry? He can imagine Suoh probably tastes a bit like smoke, maybe sweet from the pastries Kusanagi seems to feed him constantly. His red hair has fallen over his eyes and Munakata reaches forward, about to brush the red locks away from his forehead, but he quickly stops.

The feelings, the thoughts he often pushes aside seem to bubble up inside of him from his stomach, as though he is about to emotion vomit. His heart throbs in his chest and the feeling gets caught in his throat. Why is he thinking these things about Suoh? He's attractive, in a gruff, handsome sort of way, and Munakata really has been proud of him lately.

But it's more than that, and Munakata knows it.

He shakes his head. They're friends. Suoh has developed so much as a person over these past few weeks, and Munakata cannot do anything to risk what they've done, what they've accomplished. If he says anything, tries anything, there's absolutely no way Suoh could reciprocate these strange...feelings he keeps hidden and protected.

He clenches his fists, his face flushing even more, as he presses his hands against the table, his body trembling with the intense realization.

Munakata Reisi loves Suoh Mikoto, and he will never let him know.

[7fics]

Markson friendship jackjae Romance. Jackson doesn't really know YJ but he knows he's kinda weird but still kinda cute and he sits next to Jackson in science so Jackson texts Mark and says "the Youngjae kid is cute tbh" and Mark being a dick takes a screenshot of their messages and sends it to Youngjae, who is still sitting next to Jackson.

Warnings: mark pov lol

Word Count: 2.5k ish

Author: Chewy’s back! and graduating high school oh my god

managed to sneak some markbum in there lol whoops hope ya enjojojoiiiii

grades: JB: senior Jinyoung: senior (skipped a grade) Jackson: junior Mark: junior (redoing a grade) Youngjae: sophomore Yugyeom/bambam: freshmen

“Bro, you hype? First day of school jitters? Whatchu gonna eat for breakfast?”

“Shut the fuck up, Jackson, why are you calling me at 6 in the morning,” Mark groans. It’s too early for this shit. It’s always too early for Jackson’s shit, but “That’s just the impact of the Wang” or so “the Wang” says.

“It’s the first day of school! You should be up and getting ready, don’t you want to start off the school year refreshed and excited?” Mark can practically hear Jackson jumping up and down through the phone. Oh, wait, is that the sound of springs squeaking? Then never mind, Mark can legitimately hear Jackson jumping up and down.

“More like dead tired. School doesn’t start until nine.”

“Whatever. Have you looked at your schedule yet? Did you see what classes you had? Do we share any classes?” Jackson’s talking non-stop, and from the sound of it he’s also trying to chew his breakfast at the same time. Mark’s not really into that ASMR shit.

“I already sent you a screenshot last night, keep up,” he responds, groaning as he finally crawls out of bed. With Jackson this hyped up, he knows there’s no chance of falling back asleep so he might as well get ready. “We have a few classes together, I think. Check again?”

“Oh, right!” there’s a pause as Jackson scrambles to his laptop, and Mark thanks the gods above for the short moment of blessed silence. “We have the same lunch period! And Humanities and Numbers for Nerds, thank goodness. You’re going to need to tutor me again.”

“No.” Not until you stop calling “math” “Numbers for Nerds,” Mark thinks. It’s too early to voice opinions, though, so he keeps that to himself.

“And Euro, yass, this is nearly fully booked Markson, get pumped! But wait, aw man, no science together. Why would you ever take Physics? And it’s first in the morning, too!” Jackson continues.

“God bless,” Mark’s not sure if he would have been able to handle Jackson so early every morning. Especially not after the copper incident last year. “Now I’m hanging up, gotta shower. See you at school.”

“Bye~~~ Markie pooh,” Jackson calls, but by then, Mark’s already ended the call.

—

“Jaebum, please,” Mark says the minute he enters the Physics classroom that morning. “Save me.”

“Babe, what’s wrong? It’s only the first day of school,” Jaebum grumbles, barely lifting his head from his desk to greet Mark.

“Exactly. However,” Mark says, handing his phone over to Jaebum. “Some asshole thinks that I should care about his choice in sock color today.” There are somewhere around, oh, just about hundreds of new text messages, voicemails and snapchats from Jackson, updating Mark on the every second of his first day of school prep. And that’s just the preparation; the school day hasn’t even started damn it.

“Aw, yikes. I got a picture of a flowchart of first day of school possibilities from Jinyoung last night. And then earlier this morning he sent me a selfie of himself setting the same flowchart on fire, so I’m not sure what that means.”

“Seriously? It’s only the first day of school why is he stressing like it’s finals week again,” Mark groans as he lays his head on the desk. Jaebum only pats him on the back and gives a shrug in response, and Mark is eternally grateful. He decides that now is a great moment (and the only moment) to enjoy a bit of peace and quiet before the madness called “High School” and “Being Wang Jackson’s One and Only BFFL For Life” (“Jackson you repeated for life” “Shhhh”) begins.

Moments later, the beautiful calm is shattered by the sound of Kara blasting through the air. “The fuck Jackson, we’re in class,” Mark says, opting to hit decline. Jackson apparently doesn’t get the message, however, and Mark’s phone spends the rest of class buzzing violently in his backpack.

Mark of course dutifully ignores everything. (At one point, a girl in front of him freaks out because she’s sure there’s a swarm of bees in the classroom. It’s just Jackson, though.)

—

“Hey.” Mark takes his lunch tray, which is literally piled to the sky with only french fries, and slides into the bench between Jackson and Jaebum. He looks down the table and nods at the kid at the end of the table. “‘Sup?” They’re not friends, but the kid sells some fine “herbs” if you know what I’m saying. Imported. From Thailand.

Mark doesn’t drink coffee. He drinks tea. And he’s ready to beat anyone (meaning Jinyoung) who mocks him for it. It’s not like he fucking reads books like some nerds (meaning Jinyoung).

“Hey, Mork, what’s up?”

“Can you not.”

“Nope! Those are a lot of fries buddy, I’m really kind of worried about your health, you know?” Jackson says, reaching over to grab a handful.

“I hope you choke.”

Jackson doesn’t choke, but he does snort and get some caught in his nostril. While Jackson is whining and screaming for help, Mark turns to Jaebum, “Hey.”

“Hey babe,” Jaebum responds. He also takes a french fry, but actually manages to look pretty sexy eating it, so Mark will opt to forgive him this one time.

“Do you think you can get senioritis when you’re a Junior?” Mark asks, shoving the plate of fries to the side so that he can lay his head on the table. And then push the fries directly into his mouth without actually lifting anything.

“Dude. It’s been three days since we got back from summer break,” Jaebum gives him a look, although really, he has no right to judge.

“I didn’t do any of my summer Humanities assignments, so I already have a zero.” Ok, so maybe Jaebum does have some right to judge. But only a little.

“Holy fuck YOU GUYS!” Jackson screams, and then immediately makes a shushing noise, “Shhh! I can’t let him notice me!”

“Jackson. You are the loudest one in this group right now.”

“Ah, sorry, I forgot. But look!” Jackson whisper shouts, vaguely gesturing toward some corner of the cafeteria. “Look at that!”

Mark squints, but isn’t really sure what Jackson’s freaking out over. He doesn’t see any signs for free pizza, or anything remotely worth getting hyped up over.

“That kid! Over there!” Jackson’s voice is steadily rising, but they’re in the middle of a public school cafeteria so Mark decides to not give any fucks for now. “The one that looks absolutely beautiful and basically is probably the Sun on the Teletubbies but all grown up! He’s in my Bio class and I swear you guys, I am in love.”

“Oh hey, that’s Youngjae,” Jaebum remarks.

Hmmm, Youngjae. Mark’s sure he’s heard that name somewhere.

“Remember? He’s the really loud tenor in my choir class. Tried to bring his dog to school last year.”

“Oh yeah. Coco. He’s my neighbor.”

“You know him?” Jackson gasps. He crawls over Mark and grabs Jaebum by the collars. “Please. Tell me more. I must know.”

And so the rest of lunch continues just like any other day, with Mark trying to ignore Jackson and continue eating french fries. It’s a hard task, but nothing that Mark can’t handle.

—

Another week of dozing through classes has passed in a blissful blur, and Mark settles into Physics, pulling out his notebook. He’s just trying to decide whether he should use the book as a pillow or what it’s actually meant for when his phone goes berserk again.

from: wangster

holy sheet mark

do u remember that incredibly cute ball of sunshine underclassman I was talking about

the one that probably farts pixie dust

and is CuTE as bALLS???

YOUNGJAEEEEE god kill me now even his name is lovely

he just got assigned to the same lab group as me

ME

the fuq is this, a fucking rom com??? i M SO READY to NOT embarrass myself infant of this kid

**in front ha fuck u 2 autocorrect

“What is that?” Jinyoung asks, peering over Marks shoulder.

“It’s just Jackson, talking about his new crush. I’m just gonna ignore it,” Mark concludes, setting it on vibrate and then tossing it to the corner of his desk.

“He just texted you again,” Jinyoung says, picking up the phone. “What does he mean by ‘THE THING’?”

“Shit, give me that,” Mark says, suddenly alert and scrambling for the phone.

from: wangster

do you think he’d think i was cool if i did THE THING again?

Mark furiously types.

from: mark

NO!

DO NOT. DRINK. THE COPPER. SOLUTION.

It takes a minute for the reply to come back.

from: wangster

aw cmon man, it wasn’t that bad

and don pretend like u didn’t take a taste too, i’m not the only criminal here

anyway i wasn’t talking about that

like

what if i “accidentally” spilled a chemical on my hot bod

and then i have to rip off my shirt and show off my sexy abs ;)

Mark groans and lays his head upon the desk. “Help. I think I have a migraine coming on.”

“What’s wrong?” Jaebum asks, sliding into his seat with 34 seconds to spare. Mark just holds up his phone in response. Jaebum sighs and formulates a response in Mark’s stead.

from: mark

your abs won’t be sexy anymore with a god damn acid burn on them. don’t do that shit. —JB

Before Jaebum can hand the phone back to Mark, Jinyoung snags it out of his hands. “Oh boy,” he giggles. “This is gold. Do you mind if I screenshot this and airdrop it to myself? Just for when I’m sad, I promise.”

“Go ahead,” Mark waves him on. At this point, he doesn’t think Jackson has any dignity left to muster up. “Just don’t accidentally send it to Youngjae or anything.”

There is a beat of silence, as three pairs of eyes meet. Then they all break, chuckling to themselves. Mark wheezes a little. “Nah, I wouldn’t. I’m not that kind of friend.”

There’s another moment of silence, as Jinyoung takes one long look at the messages, and then back up at Mark, then Jaebum, then back at Mark. “Aren’t you?”

“I mean, we’re best friends, come on,” Mark says. He doesn’t know why he’s suddenly sweating in this freezing air conditioned classroom. “Right. Best friends. Who forgive each other no matter what,” Jaebum muses, half to himself. They meet eyes, and then break. Nervous laughter fills the air around them.

“Nah, nah, nah. We’re cool,” Mark says, taking back the phone and going to delete the screenshots. But, Jinyoung is right. This is kind of gold. “Maybe I’ll just start a message to Youngjae, but not actually send it, just to freak Jackson out.”

“Oh yeah!” Jinyoung agrees, aggressively nodding. “Take a screenshot of you you pretending to send those to Youngjae. Jackson would die. And it’s good revenge for him stealing my last twizzler.”

“Alright, I’m doing it,” Mark says. They’re all three cackling at the message, Mark’s hand hovering over the phone, when the teacher walks in and slams the door shut. Hard.

All three students jump in their chairs simultaneously. “Put you phone away!” he demands, and Mark sheepishly pulls his phone off his desk, but not before seeing what’s on the screen.

“Oh shit,” he looks up at Jaebum, wide-eyed.

“You hit send, didn’t you?”

—

Three hours later, Mark finds himself on the floor of the cafeteria, groveling at Jackson’s feet. “It was an accident, I swear, you know I would never do that to you. I would never even think of doing that to you!”

“How. The fuck. Do you accidentally send screenshots of my text messages to the guy who just happens to be the subject of my messages?” Jackson asks. His eyebrows are halfway up his face at this point.

“Ok, fine,” Mark concedes, “Maybe I did think of doing that to you. But I swear I only thought! I never actually meant to hit send. Tell him, Jinyoung!”

Jackson’s menacing eyebrows swivel to face Jinyoung, who currently has his nose buried in a book, with only his ears peeking out. No matter how much of a bookworm everybody says he is, no books are that interesting. “Well?” Jackson asks, leg shaking the table.

“Uhh… It was Mark’s idea!” then he slams his book shut and bolts.

Mark gasps, “That bastard.”

Jackson grabs at Mark’s collar, and as Mark flails, he looks over to Jaebum in an attempt at one last plea for help. Jaebum just raises his eyebrows, and scoots his tray further away down the table.

Just as Mark resigns himself to his fate, he is saved by the bell. More specifically, his text alert, which is actually a four second clip of a recording of Jackson screaming for five minutes straight. Everybody in the whole cafeteria looks over at them, including Youngjae (an important detail for Jackson) and the security guards and other adult staff (an important detail for Mark). “Dude get off of me before we get in trouble,” Mark whispers. Jackson only complies because Youngjae is looking and he can bet 99.999% that Youngjae probably hates violence and sings about flowers growing as a past time.

“Ugh, whatever, I’m still mad. You better buy me chocolate milk for the rest of the school year.”

“What are you, Kim Yugyeom?” Mark scoffs, but knows that he probably will, even if only for a few weeks instead of the whole school year. Anything to get his friend back. Even so, he slaps Jackson’s hands away as they drift toward his tray of fries. While battling Jackson over his lunch with his left hand, Mark unlocks his phone with his left (unnecessary AN: this was supposed to say right, but I was totally zoned out when typing this, and, my dudes, it is so wicked funny to imagine Mark with two left hands). “Oh my god, Jackson!”

“What now?” Jackson grumbles, slipping through Mark’s defenses and filching a fry or two or three or twelve.

“Jackson, look,” Mark gasps breathlessly, handing his phone over to Jackson.

“Holy fuck.”

Right there, on the screen (surrounded by way too many emojis and stickers) are the following words:

from: c youngjae

aww, can you tell jackson hyung thank you for the compliments

and also that i don’t want him hurting himself!! i’m sure he looks better shirtless on the basketball courts than in a science lab *winky face blushing emoji*

oh! also mark hyung, my family is going out of town for labor day, can you watch coco? thanks!

Mark grins, looking up at Jackson’s shining face. “Am I the best wingman ever or what?”

“Yes!” Jackson shouts, drawing looks once again. “But you still owe me chocolate milk for the stress that you put me through for this past hour.”

“Yo, lunch period isn’t even an hour long.”