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2, high school au!

[shokola]

[Eugene Roe was a very easy person not to notice, in almost every facet of his life. Small and slim, with a combination of black hair, dark grey eyes, and milk-white skin that gave him a monochromatic appearance, he wasn't all that physically striking and didn't do a lot to make up for that fact with his personality. In fact, anyone who did notice him would likely assume that he was working against any chance of making friends or being a social presence - he spent most of his free time at school in the library, or in the classrooms or labs of teachers who were particularly fond of the strange, quiet, deeply intelligent boy, working on extra credit projects or advanced placement rather than spending any time with peers.

Some teachers had worried that he must be getting bullied, but when they'd kept an eye on him in the hallways and on the school grounds, they'd all found the same thing: other students simply didn't see him there, and he did nothing to get their attention. The arrangement seemed perfectly symbiotic if not for the fact that it left most with the new worry that Eugene must be incredibly lonely.

His biology teacher was one of those who worried; since he showed such above and beyond skill in the class for someone his age and had always excelled in that area of sciences, his reputation among the staff had preceded his arrival in her class, and she'd taken to him just as fast as everyone had predicted. For a time that meant letting him work alone, but she just didn't feel like that was of any benefit to him anymore. At the very least, she wanted to try an experiment.

So for their first dissection of the year, Eugene Roe was paired with Kenny Al-Bahir. He moved to join Kenny at his table before the other boy would even have a chance to think of doing the opposite, setting his things down and giving Kenny an extremely subtle smile and nod.]

2+6

[manicmisanthrope]

Toby had met Kenny by absolute chance once, a couple years ago. He doesn't even remember the story anymore because other than the fact that it had brought this living piece of sunshine into his life, it was insignificant, random, mundane. Kenny was anything but those things, though. He just had this way about him and Toby knows he doesn't deserve this, someone so genuine and sweet should never be subjected to the trash heap that was Tobias Williams. But Toby is a selfish sort and now that he's found him, he doesn't intend on letting Kenny go. Not of his own design, anyway. If Kenny chose to leave, he wouldn't try to stop him. But until then...

Toby drops gracelessly down onto the couch, throwing his legs over Kenny's lap and laying back all too dramatically against the arm of the couch, his arm thrown across his eyes. "We've been in this apartment for far too long. I might wither away from the lack of social interaction." He was only partially serious--he is the epitome of a social butterfly and is rarely found alone in any capacity--and the joking manner was perfectly clear in his voice. He drops his arm and tips his head up, a grin on his face, "It's still the weekend. We could do something thrilling."

20+14 high school au!!!!

[itsmesteven]

Steven had many friends at school, being his usual vibrantly boisterous self. He was fairly popular, despite being considered, well, odd. He would talk to anyone, and always insisted that everyone be treated well. Though these traits set him apart somewhat from his peers, they also endeared him to them. No one else seemed to match Steven's endless optimism and, call it what it was, love.

He'd never really considered Kenny all that much. Kenny was a year (or two?) ahead of him, and they shared no classes. But when Steven came across a sleeping Kenny in a common room, he was struck by how incredibly cute the scene was. Long after he had gone home, the image of the boy sleeping comfortably curled in a chair stuck with him. He didn't know the boy, but he decided he would. Steven was great at meeting people.

So, here we are, Steven is at school before classes begin, threading through knots of students and looking for Kenny, though he doesn't know it yet. He turns his head this way and that, looking for that short curly hair. And there, he spots the back of Kenny's head across the room. Steven makes his way over, rehearsing his name quietly as he does. He nears the boy, who's sitting by himself, apparently waiting for classes to begin. Steven plunks himself down across the table from him, and smiles widely.

"Hi, I'm Steven! What's your name?"