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"Shinji! You're going to be late for school!"
Gendo's voice bellowed throughout the house, reaching his son with ease and causing him to jolt awake. Shinji grumbled and blinked lazily, the sunlight streaming through the gaps in his curtains and warming his face gently. The young Ikari boy's dreams had been plagued with the most bizarre and extraordinary scenes for years now, so much so that the pleasant nights sleep he had gotten was almost disconcerting. Sluggishly he dragged himself upright, rubbing his eyes with one arm and propping himself up with the other. It had been a relatively boring summer break, although that certainly didn't mean he wanted to return to school just yet. "Better get it over with..." he mumbled to himself, dragging his body out of bed without thinking, letting his body do the work his barely-awake brain couldn't.
By the time he was completely awake, he was already halfway down the stairs, fully dressed. This was his second year of highschool, but luckily the plain button shirt, black trousers and tie that he had bought for his first year still fit him well enough. He walked the last few steps into the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of his father cooking breakfast, donned in his apron like usual.
"Good morning, Shinji. Did you sleep well?" asked Gendo, popping a few slices of toast into the toaster (despite it already being toast.) "Mm-hmm" Shinji replied absentmindedly, pouring himself a glass of orange juice. He gazed at the yellowish-red liquid as it entered his glass, not really caring that he poured too much and splashed some of it on the table. Gendo glared at him coldly through his glasses, clearly not pleased with his behavior. Noticing this, Shinji looked away sheepishly and quickly tried to change the mood. "So... Where's Misato this morning?" He asked between sips of his drink. Gendo turned away just as the toast finished re-toasting, moving to catch it as it popped up. Unfortunately toast doesn't actually fly in the air as it pops, as that would be inconvenient and messy, so he ended up waving his hand around above the toaster pointlessly. "Misato's out on top secret business, Shinji. I'd love to tell you what she's doing, but it would take too long and you've only got four minutes to get to school. "W-what?!?!" Shinji yelled, jumping out of his seat. In one swift movement he downed his orange juice, grabbed a single piece of toast in his mouth and dashed out of the door with only a quick "Byedadseeyoulater" in Gendo's direction. Sighing, Gendo returned to cooking his own breakfast, swinging his hips in a rather out of character fashion. (Or maybe it really is in character. Who knows, Gendo Ikari is a rather mysterious man.)
Gasping, Shinji ran as fast as his legs would carry him to school. He outright refused to be late on his first day back, no matter the costs. Skidding round a corner, he crashed rather painfully straight into another person. "Ah, I'm sorry!" he tried to say as he pulled himself to his feet, the words slightly muffled by the toast between his teeth. Blinking in the sunlight, he looked up at whoever he had so rudely crashed into, only to find it was none other than the most popular boy in class- no, perhaps the most popular boy in school- Macklemore.
Stumbling backwards, Shinji's face flushed redder than it had ever been in his life, stuttering and spluttering over his words. Macklemore only smiled gently, placing a hand gently on Shinji's shoulder, and gently stepped towards him as he gently moved his had up to Shinji's face, gently caressing his cheek with a touch gentler than anything he had ever felt in his life. Shinji could barely think, only just processing how hot the air around him had suddenly become. And then, after what had felt like forever, Macklemore opened his mouth slowly.
"Man, that's gay."
And all of a sudden all the blood rushing to his face proved too much for Shinji as his knees turned weak, his arms spaghetti. Macklemore caught him as he fainted, Scooping up the unconscious Anime boy into his arms and cradling him into the fur of his big ass coat. Laughing lightly, Macklemore concentrated his pure rapper energy into his legs, and leaped high into the air, soaring above the buildings below. Holding Shinji tightly he landed with a crash, rather conveniently on the School roof. And then, without saying a word, he gently put Shinji down, and disappeared just as the school bell rung, waking Shinji with a jump.
This was going to be one strange year.