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‘Hello, I am Scarabia Student B, I am a NRC student you could find basically everywhere. I am on the basketball team, and I am currently watching my crush, Ace Trappola,...well, ace it on the field. It has been a few months ever since the academic year started, but I just can’t seem to take him out of my mind. His mischievous smile, his lean yet fit physique, the way he looks so hot when he dashes across the field, his clear, delectable laugh as he scores a point. I wish I could muster the courage to talk to him. Thankfully, today is a special day. I have the aid of my super perfect friend Siri-’
— “Little Shrimpy, what are you doing?
Sirius almost jump off my seat…althought his startlement gave room to annoyance once he note who it is that decided to drop
— “Nothing, Floyd. In any case, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at basketball practice?”
— “Wasn’t in the mood. And shouldn’t you be with Steller Sea Lion, Sharksucker and Guppy? Or are you still mad at them?”
— “I…am not ready to go to practice just yet. I just…don’t wanna be near Leona and Ruggie. After what they did ... .what i did.”
— “Checks out, I guess” Floyd shrugs “So, you are still mad at Sea- “
— “Don’t…please”
— “Aww, is Sea Urchin a touchy subject now? Come one, loosen up. It will only hurt you if-”
— “Floyd, you don’t wanna touch that can of worms,” Patroclus interjected, having just returned from the Equestrian Club. He takes a look at Sirius, and then at the notebook “Wasn’t expecting you in the monstro lounge. I assume that you have taken writing now, Psyche?”
— “....yes” Sirius sighs. He will never get used to that nickname “Trying to distract myself. And the others won’t look for me here. Jade gave me the ok once I explained the situation. And Ace owns me, so I am using him as the test subject of a fanfic”
Patroclus scoffs, but there is no real heat to it, giving Sirius a small smirk. Floyd, on the other hand, is openly giggling
— “Oh, we are writing about crabby now? Gimme” Floyd shoves Sirius off the seat and gives the notebook a quick skimming “Mushy romance? Really? This needs some spice…also, is ‘ I just can’t seem to **get** him out of my mind’. Not ‘take’ “
Sirius just pouts, not amused about neither the shoving or the correction. As Patroclus moves to help Sirius get up, Floyd starts writing:
‘I can't seem to get this one boy out of my mind. His name is Crabby and if I can be honest with myself, I wanna strip him bare and squeeze every part of him. We are classmates, we are buddies. We are club mates, but I want more, I need more! But I am just a lowly sardine from Scarabia. I don’t even have a full name! Is just “B” but everything about Crabby drives me insane. The way he looks absolutely delicious under the lighting of the gymnasium, his lean but powerful muscles gleaming under a light sheen of sweat, his scarlet eyes, so carefree yet hiding so much beneath make the deepest parts of my core rise in titillation. I know we had barely spoke on this past few months, but I want to take him to my room and memorize every inch of him’
— “Floyd, aren’t you being a bit thirsty?" Patroclus raises an eyebrow, looking at the notebook, while Sirius hides his face behind his hands in shame and despair
— “It needed some spice. I added spice. Is jist better this way, Owlfish” Floys said, lazily and utterly unapologetic, if the toothy grins he currently sports wasn’t any indication
— “You are hopeless” Patroclus sighs, and turns to Sirius, who keeps despairing “Hey now, no need for the long face. It can be fixed”
— “...I don’t think it can. Nothing can…” Sirius just sits on another chair on resignation. He just wanted a simple story where love conquers all…for things to be simple…now is overly thirsty, passional…just what got him into this mess
— “You are awfully defeatist as of late” Patroclus rolls his eyes, sitting next to the downthroten ignihyde member. He nears the notebook and pen to him. Maybe it would be easier if Sirius wrote on his phone…but that isn’t possible now “You can’t change the past, but you can write a better future. You are smart. Let's just figure this out”
Sirius gave a small smile, and with a nod, he continued writing where Floyd left it off, guided by Patroclus
‘Today, I promised myself I would confess my feelings to him. Ace may be out of my league and out of this world, but I have to give myself a try. At least, I wanna be sincere with my feelings to him ... .wait, where is he?’
‘I look around, but there is no sight of Ace…well, I suppose it wasn’t in the cards just yet. Or ever. Maybe I am just hopeless. I will never be able to talk to him…maybe I should just go to the locker room and get this over with.’
‘The locker room is nothing out of the ordinary. Same smell of sweat and cheap deodorant, same lockers, same showers, same everything. I just go to my locker to get off this sticky clothes’
‘ – “Hey” A voice said…a voice I am all too familiar’
‘ I turn to see Ace, leaning into the cold locker room, still in his basketball tank top and shorts. The tank top sticks to his body due to the practice from earlier, giving me the eyeful of his abs. He exudes an intoxicating scent, a mixture of sweat, cherries, roses and something distinctly him. As shameful as it is, I am starting to feel lightheaded…and in front of him. He must think I am a freak’
‘ – “Hey” I said, plain and simple, not wanting to give away my arousal or my flusterment “I thought you were gone’ “
‘ – “Curious though. Here is mine’ In a flash, Ace grabs me by my shirt and slams me into the cold iron of the lockers, caging me with his own body ‘I was sensing some pretty eyes on me practice, so I stuck around to see who it was’
‘ I take a sharp breath, unable to speak. What…is happening. Is he mad at me? Why is his scent even more enervating than before? Why is his leg..oh no. Nonononono..’
‘ – “Dude, your buttons are very easy to push…I like that’ Ace whispers directly in my ear, his hot breath making me squirm. He presses against me even more, as if he had something to prove “Say…I had noted how your nose-’
— “Patroclus, I am not writing that” Sirius said, his face as red as a beet “I just can’t
— “I guess I did pushed you a bit too far” Patroclus smirks a bit “Sorry, I took a bit of inspiration from my nights with my Philthatos
— “That…I didn’t need to know” Sirius falls face first into the table, flustered beyond belief
Patroclus laughs softly, as he pats Sirius on the back, all the while Floyd is quite amused
— "Well, that was entretaining. I will dip now. Good luck with your issues, Shirmpy" And with that Floyd left to the kitchens of the monstro lounge
Patroclus rolls his eyes, but he is used to Floyd's mood swings by now
— “Do you feel better at least?”
— “I…yes, I do” Sirius rises to look at Patroclus, still beet red but not as mortified “A bit.”
— “Good. That's the point of writing. And who knows….maybe you and the guy you were ACTUALLY writing about will make amends soon”
Sirius looks into the ground…but a small, hopeful smile forms on his lips
— “I-I really hop-”
— “SIRIUS!!!”
Sirius tenses up almost immediately, while Patroclus sighs on amused exasperation. It seems Jack had finally found them at last. The wolf beastman marches directly towards his proverbial prey, his ears angled towards Sirius, his tail refusing to stay still. Sirius tries to squirm away, but it isn’t all that effective, as Jack just takes Sirius by the leg, manhandling him with extreme ease
— “J-Jack, w-what are you-”
— “We are going to the field. Now” Jack said, gruffly and with no room for challenge. His tail gave one sharp flick for emphasis, he wasn’t messing around
— “B-Bu”
— “But nothing” Jack properly takes Sirius into his arms, his grip on both his torso and his leg iron-clad. He gives one grunt of acknowledgement to Patroclus before going away as quickly as he came, Sirius in tow
Patroclus just sighs, and takes the now forgotten notebook. And just as he did, Ace came by, with a purple-haired Scarabia student in tow. The poor guy was walking with a limp, using Ace as support….wait
— “G-good evening. Ace, um..sorry, I didn’t catched your name”
— “This is Bhima” Ace said, rather casually “A mate of mine from the club.
— “I-I see” Patroclus said, a bit taken aback. Not only for the…coincidental assemble, but by how Ace is still on his basketball jersey “So…you are on a date?”
— “You could say that” Bhima laughed softly, which only increased at Ace’s flustered reaction
— “I sprained his ankle by accident, so he made me pay for food in compensation”
— “I …see” Patroclus pondered for a bit…no, that fanfic…no. He doubts it “I will get you both a table. Wait for me here”
With Patroclus’ exit, Ace relaxes ever so slightly. He gives a rather concerned look to Bhima, who in spite of his injure, seems perfectly fine
— “Again, my bad”
— “Again, is fine” Bhima gives Ace’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze “Besides, I got a free meal over it”
— “Yeah, you ass” Ace grumbles, not exactly sure how he ended up agreeing to this “Hope you don’t mind my stench near the fancy pants food” Ace grinned
— “I believe both of us know the answer to that” Bhima smiled innocently…all while Ace looked flustered beyond belief.
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Jack sits idly on a bench, with Sirius at his side. He finally had fallen asleep. Tear streaks still smear his face, yet his expression is so pacific. Jack wraps his tail loosely around him, careful to not startle him awake. Passionate, volatile, a huge dork. Those are the first words that come to his mind to describe his otherworldly classmate. But also ... .loyal, dedicated, and now he knows quite capable of making the world literally burn asunder and to even fight Leona for his sake ... .tch. Damn brat…
— “...I am supposed to be the one getting in throwdowns for you. Not the other way around”