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Berserk was never one to imagine making friends easily. Her dad always said it was due to her ability to scare those around her. She was born on Halloween after all. However, in her first year of kindergarten, a girl came up and asked if she also enjoyed reading a wrinkle in time. She nodded and the little red head with a pink bow sat next to her, reading the book too. Ever since, they were deemed the wonder twins, not to be confused with the real wonder twins.
“Bloss! We’ve gotta go!” Their dorm was a reflection of their personalities. Berserk was more of a Type B girl, things everywhere, organized chaos as she liked to call it. While Blossom…
“Coming! I just can’t find my-“
“Pencil bag is next to your bed again. Did you forget that you were crafting more structures last night?” Blossom gave a small glare but smiled nonetheless and grabbed the small bag.
“Thank you. Do you have your-“
“Yeah,” she responded, shaking the art supplies in her bag, “thank you for these, by the way. I’m surprised you remembered,” Blossom waved it off.
“We get to finally dorm with each other and not our sisters. It’ll be nice not living with a green,” both women shuttered. For some reason, their families reflected the same. One father, three girls. However, Blossom Utonium ended up with a mother too, Miss Keane. The kindergarten teacher was a sweetheart and a big help for both. Blossom in her ability to help regulate how she speaks, Berserk in her expression of movement.
“Yeah, no pigsty here. I don’t love the clothes but at least they’re not falling on my side,” Blossom finished up her look by fixing her small but there bow. The red bow was her signature.
“Choker good?” Blossom asked. Berserk felt the red ribbon tied around her neck and smiled. The one gift from her mother before she passed away. Her sisters don’t remember but she did.
“We’re good,” Berserk got up and grabbed her bag. The two did their overview of each other, cleaning lint or fixing makeup, and off they went, side by side, once again.
“Good morning students,” the cheery blonde professor stood at the front of her desk, displaying a screen of a Bach painting. This was her most anticipated class, freshman art history. She had some actual art classes, her major, but this was with the woman who interviewed her and let her into the program.
Dr Frazier was one of the most talented artists to ever teach at this university. She was a winner of a Nobel prize in art, a creative of style, and how Berserk got picked to be in this class? No clue. Getting into this university was a long shot, her academia grades not being as high as her art portfolio.
A thud landed next to her. Berserk turned to see a redhead with a bandana around his left wrist.
“Oh shoot, sorry. Sometimes I forget my own strength. I’m Blake, nice to meet you,” his smile was a soft one. She felt her lips twitch into a small smirk.
“Mr Jojo, if you could sit and not flirt with Miss Plutonium, that would be great,” Dr Frazier spoke and Berserk’s eyes widened. Her cheeks flushed a little as the man sat down next to her.
“As I was saying,” Dr Frazier continued to start her lecture, going over the syllabus. Blake leaned back in his chair, thumping his foot against the floor as he fidgets.
The whole rest of class, Berserk took notes about the first set of history, diving into the early caveman paintings and understanding the expressions.
“And that’s all for today. Please read through chapter two, going into when art became a downtime activity. If you have any questions, my office hours are after class on Wednesday,” Berserk finished highlighting her notes on the important things. It felt like the whole page was highlighted. She should’ve used a bunch of different colors, but that would’ve been distracting too.
“Sooooo…” Berserk started to put her books away as this man leaned over to get closer to her, “I was wondering if you’d be willing to hang out sometime. You seem so dedicated to your craft,” her eyes rolled a little.
“I’m okay. I have to get to my design classes,” she threw her bag over her shoulder and fixed her wild hair into a ponytail. She can’t design with her hair down.
“Oh! So art is your thing? That’s cool. No wonder you were so dialed into Dr Frazier’s class,” Berserk looked at his eyes. They were a deep brown, with a subtle red tint… almost a maroon.
“Yeah. And I’m guessing you’re more of a physical guy?” Blake laughed and nodded.
“Yeah, I’m going here for boxing on scholarship. That’s my passion. However, in school, I’m majoring in kinesiology. I like the way the body can move. It’s fascinating,” he softened again, and Berserk felt herself soften too.
“That’s really cool. I like walking, that’s about as much exercise I do,” Blake followed as the two of them walked out of the lecture hall.
“That’s always the best kind! I don’t like to judge people based on what they do. As long as they’re getting movement in, that’s all we can ask! There’s such a bad stereotype about gym rats being all macho and pushy about your health. You know?” Berserk nodded, gripping her sketchbook. Her phone started buzzing and she flipped the screen up and saw Blossom calling.
“Sorry, can I take this?” She asked quickly. Blake nodded and continued to walk with her outside the building, framing her body on the inside of the sidewalk as he took the side against the road.
“Berserk! I’ve been trying to contact you! Where have you been? We have lunch now! I’m starving!” Blossom rang in the phone. The clock read noon. Shit.
“Oh shit. Sorry, bloss, got caught up. Let me meet you in 5. Find us a table,” a sigh but a huff “fine” over the phone let her know that everything was fine.
“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” Berserk asked. Blake fixed a piece of hair over her ear.
“I forgot too. Your notebook is super cool, I love the design, did you paint it?” She nodded, feeling the blush on her cheeks.
“Oh yeah, I like to put my own spin on my things. I have to get going to lunch, my best friend is very punctual. I’ll see you later in class?” Berserk turned down to cross the street. There was a horn and her body being pulled closer to a strong set of arms. A screech deafened her and a yell brought her back.
“What the fuck are you thinking? It’s 10 mph here! You could’ve killed someone!” Blake yelled above her as her body was into him. His skin was soft and cool, like a permanent ice cube. Blossom was the same way, Berserk always ran hot. A voice and a set of hands pulled her away from him gently.
“Serk, you okay?” She looked up to meet Blossom’s lilac eyes, almost pink. Berserk shook her head and nodded.
“I’m okay, just… a little shook up,” she looked around as a crowd of student surrounded the car. Blake was talking to an officer, clearly upset and glancing back at her.
“Who’s that? He blocked you completely,” Blossom said in a soft, semi-teasing tone. Berserk dusted off her skirt, she just made this one.
“He’s in my art history class, name is Blake. He’s a nice guy, just a chatter box. I can’t believe he’s a dumb enough guy to throw himself in front of a car for me,” Blossom bit back a smile and snorted a little.
“I think he likes you. You should say thank you,” she pushed Berserk to Blake as he finished with the officer. The driver was up and arms still but Blake had focused back in. Blossom could tell that he was smitten, her best friend was gorgeous.
“I will. Blake?” Berserk asked. He walked to her, closing in softly and took her hands.
“Are you alright? I’m sorry for grabbing you like that,” Blake was cut off by a squeeze of hands.
“You’re okay. Thank you for helping me. I’ll have to be more cautious,” her embarrassment showed in a blush.
“Oh that’s nothing. I’m glad you’re okay. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Blake commented. Berserk heard a cough and looked back at her friend who was tapping the watch on her wrist.
“I have to get going, thank you for the save,” She couldn’t look at him. She was still embarrassed about the whole thing.
“Any time, firecracker. I’ll see you in class on Wednesday,” he turned and headed back towards the building they just came out of.
“Cmon Serk, we need to get lunch before our chem class.”