meme for pocky /high school AU meme

[insinning]

[1.This is sure a thing, don't question the time-loop continuum and go with it] [2. Now with a high school AU]

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[dissimulative]

[ The ringing continues for a while but then the call finally gets through. ]

Hello?

[ He sounds "tired but is trying very hard to hide it" sort of way. ]

[insinning]

[ It takes a moment for it to sink in that it's Oria's voice. He exhales softly and flops back on his bed, hugging Rein tighter]

Oria... sorry, were you resting? I can call back later.

[dissimulative]

No, you had good timing. I just finished.

[ It was a long day for him. ]

What's up?

[insinning]

[Oh, good. Sinclair is glad Oria can't see him fidgeting now]

Mm... I wanted to hear from you and see how you were going...[And... Sinclair pauses, as he tries to put it in words]

A few things happened today.

[dissimulative]

Yeah? It's only the first day since I left! What did I miss?

[ Tell him all about it, Sinclair. ]

[insinning]

[...

Ah.

Ugh. This is...bad]

Mm... there was this new transfer student. He's in most of my classes. He's not very nice. He was kind of going out of his way to make everyone really mad?

[dissimulative]

Uh-huh. Yeah. And? Don't keep me in suspense!

[ There's a sound of something crunching. Oria is probably eating something. ]

[insinning]

...

[ Uuughhh]

He...I might have gotten into a fight? So I'll definitely be in trouble tomorrow. [ Mumble mumble]

...Oria...his name is Satria Evelyn.

[dissimulative]

[ There would have been silence from his phone, but he has higher priorities than being in shock. ]

Are you hurt anywhere? Are you okay?

[ And that's Sinclair's well-being because of course it is. ]

[insinning]

I'm...okay. I mean, Cethin said I looked like I got in a gang fight, but I think he's exaggerating...

[ If he keeps the ice pack on, he can get some of the swelling down before it looks too bad ]

I'm fine though. Really. I was more worried for you.

[dissimulative]

Cethin said... oh my god, Emil. That means like you were bleeding at the very least. Nothing got broken, right? Everything still intact?

[ A short pause. ]

Do I have to teach someone a lesson...

[insinning]

[There's a pause]

...there's nothing wrong with me. It's fine. Everything got patched up easily. [ aaaaah, why did he do this, and he can see Oria's evasive words now]

Don already got into a fight with Satria, you don't need to add to it.

[dissimulative]

... Alright.

[ There's a deep sigh on the other end of the line. ]

I'll thank her and probably bring something back. I hope she beat the shit out of him.

[ He sounds even more worn out despite that. ]

This is absolutely the worst timing. I haven't even been gone for a full 24 hours yet... I'm sorry, for getting you involved.

[insinning]

...she probably did. I hope she doesn't get into too much trouble either. [Who is he kidding...she definitely caused a big ruckus. Sinclair gives a little huff over the phone]

Why are you blaming yourself? You didn't start anything...[He frowns a little] Hey, when you're back...can you tell me everything? Cethin told me what he knew, but...

[dissimulative]

Okay. I will.

[ There it goes with the association again. Oria figures that Satria had leveled his elementary tactics to targeting people Oria is closely associated with. He already feels angry about the fight. ]

I hope you won't be too bored in the meantime. That's definitely a suspension in the works.

[insinning]

...ah. I did break his nose so that's a big suspension isn't it--[mentally, screaming] Oh no. Beatrice will be so upset...I hope it's not too late in Germany when they contact her...

[aaaah he's sorry big sister!! He tried to stay out of trouble!!]

[dissimulative]

I'll talk to her about this. It's the least I can do. I'll tell her to give me a call tomorrow.

[ Oria stifles his yawn but it can still be heard through the phone. ]

The business proposal didn't go so well, so I have to make up for it tomorrow. Shoot me a text if anything else happens... or if Satria tries bothering you again.

[insinning]

[So it was just one bad thing after another. He feels guilty already. But he can tell Oria wants to do something, so he makes an affirmative noise]

Mm. I will. Don't...don't worry so much about me, okay? [So Oria wont be coming back tomorrow then.]

I miss you...take care of yourself too.

[dissimulative]

I will. I'll bring you a bunch of stuff when I come back too.

[ He tries to sound chipper even with how drained he feels. ]

Good night, Emil.

[insinning]

Spoiling me again? [Sinclair laughs a little, even though they're both tired.] Good night, Oria.

[He hangs up, and then messages Beatrice for a call, and then spends a good half hour apologising to her, despite her confusion.

Just a few more days then...]

[dissimulative]

[ After a few more days, Oria returns to school and the first thing he does is lug all the stuff he brought back for Sinclair: his picky self's favorite snacks and several books by recommendation based on the book that he got Sinclair before. He hopes Sinclair will like these.

Hm? But Sinclair doesn't seem to be inside the dorm room... so Oria will change his clothes into something more comfortable and wait for him. ]

[insinning]

[With the suspension in place, Sinclair isn't allowed to be seen in school uniform or venture beyond the dormitories and cafeteria outside of reporting to his hall teacher. He hands over the packets of homework completed and collects the new ones, and returns to his room, pointedly ignoring all the whispers and stares. Of course anyone would be surprised...

He pokes a distressingly squishy bruise on his cheek as he returns to his room, nearly dropping his homework when he realises he's not alone anymore]

Ah. Oria--

[dissimulative]

[ Oria was about to move to grab the homework for him, but it looks like Sinclair has that handled. ]

Oh, you got that. Good. Hi, Emil! I'm back.

[insinning]

[Sinclair beams, his whole mood brightening instantly when he sees Oria. He tosses the homework aside, and hugs Oria firmly.]

Welcome back. How was everything?

[dissimulative]

—Whoa.

[ He lets himself be hugged and returns it, gently patting his back and resting his forehead on Sinclair's shoulder. ]

It was tiring. I'm soooo glad to be back here. Got you some snacks and books—they're on your desk.