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Kevin is about to leave the science room behind the rest of his class when Mr. P calls him over. His eyes widen when he sees someone beside the teacher with their head down a smirk escaping their lips.
Moose.
“Mr. Keller, Moose here is having a hard time with some of the basics of biology, and as Dilton has a waiting list for students, I thought you would be the next best,” Mr. P grins unknowingly as Moose lifts his chin to meet Kevin’s glance.
“As flattering as it is that you thought of me-” Kevin starts.
“Tuesdays after class, I’ll give you extra credit,” Mr. P began ushering the two of them out of the classroom, “the library is down the hall two your left."
The door shuts behind them and Kevin can feel the heat of Moose’s gaze on him. "I don’t know how you did this, but this is strictly learning.” Kevin says as he begins to walk, Moose falling in step beside him. “I’ll grab a table in the library and I expect you to bring snacks,” he adds, because if he has to suffer it could at least be comfortably.
Moose leans in towards his ear, “it’s a date,” before pivoting around towards the vending machines.
Kevin thinks, I am so totally screwed.
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Kevin sits waiting in the library, textbook set out on the table. He chose a table off to the side towards the stacks so that he will be far away from other people studying, but out in the open so that Moose won’t try anything with him.
Kevin is in the middle of texting Betty about the situation when a shadow falls over him briefly, and when he looks up his textbook is gone.
“Wha-” he spots Moose’s figure walking through the stacks towards the more private tables, his textbook dangling from Moose’s hands. Moose glances back before he turns the corner around the stack, just long enough to catch Kevin staring, and Kevin feels himself flush. Kevin grabs his bag and follows quickly, trying to think of an accusation or argument, but then he sees Moose has set his things down at a two person table, textbooks out, and is reaching into his bag.
“Pretzels?” Moose asks, brown eyes wide with question, nearly hesitant.
Kevin sighs, finding it impossible to argue against those eyes, and takes a seat across from the most enticing annoying part of his day, looking down at his textbook.
He looks up quick enough to catch Moose smiling briefly, a dazzling smile, but Moose quickly covers it with a cough, looking down, but it isn’t enough to stop Kevin from smiling to himself.