dappledleaves | meme for pocky /high school AU meme

[ It didn't take long for Oria to get better. In fact, he got better the next day. He must have some strong immune system or something, because he was perfectly fine--even doing some light sports to help his body not be so stiff.

Unfortunately, Oria will have a business thing to attend, so he might be out for a day or three. He completes all the coursework beforehand and tells Sinclair to text him if he needs him for any reason and that he'll try to respond ASAP.

It just so happens that for the first class of the day, there had been rumors about a transfer student. Now, this wouldn't normally be such an uproar, but there's something about him that seems... special.

And Sinclair will see that for himself during Physics class, in which there's a male student in front of the class, and the teacher introduces him as "Satria Evelyn" and that he'll be sitting next to Sinclair in terms of seating arrangements. Sinclair has also been tasked to show him around the campus during lunch time, because some teachers think this is a good way for Sinclair to not be as shy.

The male student resembles Oria Severine down to the black hair and facial structure, but his hair is styled differently and he lacks the glasses, only for his eyes to be a vermilion color instead of the electric blue. Inside his long sleeves are bandages wrapped around his wrists, arms, and a part of his hands. He doesn't say anything and carries the extremely unfriendly vibes. Any direction he looks towards seems like a glare with a perpetual scowl. He doesn't speak a word during class, only following instructions and doing things that students normally do in class: take notes and do their coursework.

It's lunchtime and Satria is at the supposed meeting point, finishing a tuna sandwich by the time Sinclair gets to him. ]

[It's unsettling, seeing someone that had such an uncanny resemblance to Oria, but a lot more...angry. Sinclair really doesn't know why he's been selected to show Satria around when he's been at the school for only a year himself. He approaches a little cautiously, rubbing the hem of his blazer to soothe himself. Ah, he'll need to fix the hem soon. Some of the threading had come undone from his nervous habits. He offers Satria a warm, open smile despite his own nerves]

Um. Satria, right? I'm Emil Sinclair...the teachers asked me to show you around.

[ Satria looks up when Sinclair speaks. He's the same height as Oria too, so it's a very familiar difference that Sinclair should be used to. ]

Why the hell is "The Lost Prince" going to be showing me around? If you're known for being lost so much, the teachers here must be idiots for choosing you as a guide.

[Ah. Aaaaaahhhhh. That nick name. Someone let the ground open up and swallow him alive. He hasn't heard that one in months (he wonders why the girls stopped).]

...ah. That's not really what that nick name is about. People at this school are just strange.

[Keep smiling Sinclair. Don't get rattled by another teenager. Even if it's a teenager that has a creepy resemblance Oria. Everything about this is...offpputting]

Great. I'm in a place full of freaks. Just what I needed.

[ That's not what Sinclair said, but okay. He clicks his tongue and looks at Sinclair with the perpetual glare stuck on his face. ]

Get a move on. Let's get this over with.

[Ah. Sinclair wonders if he should just give up on smiling then. This is hard work...this is why he wanted nothing to do with student council representatives...ahhh. But he nods a little, and turns to guide Satria around]

Um, this way then. I'll show you to the faculty offices first.

[Since they're closer...

Still. He can't get the almost identical resemblance to Oria out of his head]

[ They get to the faculty offices and Satria is quiet. He can feel the stares on him and Sinclair, but for different reasons and he thinks he knows why. ]

What are you looking at?

[ He scowls at some of the staring faculty. ]

Look away if you know what's good for you, you gawking dumbasses.

[ Well! The faculty doesn't like that at all! ]

[AAAAHHH. Sinclair's smile becomes very fixed]

I-I'm very sorry--this is a new student, Satria Evelyn. He's very new, so he's a little nervous about meeting people, so we'll come back later.

[He promptly shuts the door to the faculty offices before they can get really mad, and turns to Satria in disbelief as he makes a get away. To the nurse's office then, christ]

There's no need to be rude to our teachers like that.

They haven't earned jack shit worth of respect. All they ever do is talk about useless things for attention. Like teacher, like student. Rumor mongering fuckwits.

[ He wasn't exactly in a rush to leave the faculty office, but he's still following Sinclair. At least he isn't throwing fists at the teachers. ]

They should just fester in that mindset and burn in hell.

[Sinclair feels a headache coming on. Was this what they called rebellion for the sake of rebellion? He never felt thee urge to do that, so he's not sure how to handle this. Rumor-mongering? He hadn't heard anything like that from the staff here yet--]

B-But they didn't even say anything yet. [Aaaahhhh] They're still going to be teaching you for the rest of the year at least. At least give them a chance...

[He trails off and exhales softly]

This is the nurse's office. This is where you go if you feel unwell or you get injured.

[It's a spacious space, and a peek inside shows the nurse is busy patching up a kid that sprained their ankle playing soccer. Ah, time to move on]

They ruined their chances before I could give them one.

[ Honestly, Satria is already thinking of getting himself expelled from this place so that he can get away. He's seen and heard the faculty talk. It was to be expected, but he still feels disgusted. There's some sort of animosity he has towards people as a whole, it seems, instead of him just having a chip on his shoulder. It could very well be both though.

He doesn't say anything when they get to the nurse's office. Enjoy the brief moment of peace, Sinclair. ]

[ Sinclair glances back, his brow furrowing... but he's not inclined to fight on that point either. He's not good with whispers or rumors; people just simply didn't tell Sinclair things like that. Or he simply didn't have friends who cared about that, which suited him more honestly.

It was strange though, walking down the halls with someone that looked like Oria but carried himself in every way that was entirely unlike him. He's not chatty, because it seems like Satria would just get more acerbic and Sinclair wasn't going to give him any ammunition]

The library is here, if you have study hall or you need to pick up some books.

[A lot of people here didn't enjoy reading though...? Sad]

You've already seen the cafeteria and the shops, so, ah, I guess it's the sports grounds left? What subjects are you taking?

[Maybe he'll run into Yuri or Don and they'll save him...]

[ Wow, this generation is doomed! Though Satria can see himself in the library often for reasons in the future—if he manages to stay here for that long, anyway. ]

My courses are geared towards Mechanical Engineering curriculum.

[ Tough luck, Sinclair. He's going to be seeing Satria a lot more than he probably wants to. ]

[ Oh. Sinclair isn't disappointed but he is a little nervous.]

Ah. So we'll be sharing a lot of classes then.

[ Except whatever fell at the same time as IB German literature, because Sinclair's one concession to his own interests was German literature, which fell on the same lines as most of the mathematics courses]

[ Yup, he's not interested in learning other languages, because that would mean he would have to talk to people. Ew. He would definitely be in Oria's math class during that slot. :) ]

Is that because of what your family does?

Y-Yeah. How did you-

[ There's almost a pause in Sinclair's movements as he takes Satria down to the sporting facilities. A lacrosse field, a soccer field, a gymnasium... there's a smaller side space for the fencing club and Sinclair waves at Yuri when he spots her taking a break. Satria doesn't seem interested though, so continuing on!! There's less people milling around now...]

They were my core subjects before I transferred here too.

You're infamous around these parts, and it hasn't even been half a day yet. I didn't want to hear it, but these people—all they do is talk shit.

But even without that...

[ Satria scowls. ]

There's no use in trying to revive something that's already dead.

[ Sinclair's nervous polite smile fades entirely and an all too familiar feeling flickers bright in him. Stop it, he tells himself. Satria is new, probably finding his feet, and the last thing you need to do is get worked up because he doesn't seem to have any tact at all]

... for someone who doesn't like rumors, you're really good at repeating them.

I already know who you are. If you have something to say, then say it. Don't pussyfoot around it. Waste of time.

[ Since they're outside now... ]

I don't need someone who worships at Oria Severine's feet to lecture me.

... you don't know anything about me, considering we've just met.

[ Sinclair's expression flickers a little and he's a little more confused now than anything but also.

Ah, that. Those comments again

...

They never did stop did they?]

I see. So it was Oria you had a problem with this entire time.

Everything I came to know of you was against my will for years because of him.

[ Not just in school, but even before he set foot in here from how he says "years".

Sinclair looks awfully easy to bully, but the way he dropped the nervous smile is something Satria notes. Maybe if he smashes the egg right here, right now, he'll show up. So he starts walking towards him. Ominous. If Sinclair doesn't get away, he'll grab him by the collar. ]

[ Sinclair doesn't move away, feeling rooted to the ground.

'For years'? What? Why would he even know that?

Satria grabs him by the collar but that only snaps Sinclair back to reality and he reaches up to grab that wrist. A deeply buried feeling comes back to life, and his expression darkens visibly. Had Satria continued to just hassle him, he would have stayed nervous and uncertain.

But bringing up his parents and then Oria in succession...?]

I don't know what you're talking about...but let go.

[ A boy with Oria's face, but different name. Hating Oria despite never having seen him. Hating Sinclair by association. The pieces are all there but--]

[ Perhaps if he had an ounce of sympathy or empathy, he would have understood that all of this would have confused Sinclair greatly. Satria is just saying what he says, and there's no way Sinclair would have known that.

Maybe? He's a smart cookie. He can probably figure it out. ]

Or what? You gonna make me?

[ He tightens the hold around the collar. ]

[He thinks he understands why Beatrice kept pushing him to join the fencing club now. He had done it at her prompting, and because they had did a little of it when they were younger, and he had been okay at it, if not particularly motivated. Beatrice wanted him to be able to look out for himself, to channel all his buried anger into something.

He's not going to close his eyes and wait for someone to save him. Oria would, he knows. But it's people thinking he can only rely on Oria that keeps putting him in these situations. So without an answer, he swings up with a right hook - fast and hard - because he's angry]

[ Oh.

Satria gets absolutely clocked in the face because he thought Sinclair was some jittery anxious stick boy that didn't know how to fight. He should have listened to his instincts the moment he dropped the smile. His nose is probably broken and he's definitely bleeding.

He doesn't wait a second before he launches his counter, which is an uppercut to the chin. ]

HS AU pt3

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