dappledleaves | meme for pocky /high school AU meme

[ Sinclair is so soft, and that's one of the reasons why Oria enjoys his company. Soft and sincere, a deadly combo when applied effectively. ]

You should finally go and do your homework.

[ Oria already finished his before the classes ended for the day, so he's not pressed about his. ]

Ah. [Sinclair glances over at his books on the table] ...I forgot.

[Genuinely, despite his earlier despair over it. He gives a little huff and lets go of Oria's hand]

Then you need to let me up.

I dunno... your lap makes a real fine pillow.

[ He laughs, but eventually lifts his head from the lap. ]

There you go. Now you're free to be held hostage by your paper. Good lap pillow by the way. 10 out of 10.

[There's that teasing he was expecting. Sinclair waits for Oria to move before he gets up and returns to his desk. He's still red, but he shoots Oria an exasperated look for that as he picks up his least favourite book in the world and opens up his laptop]

Uhuh. Of course it is. I actually stay still.

[Does Oria say that to everyone he uses as a lap pillow...he's not going to think about that.]

Are you saying the others don't?

[ Though that's the last teasing for now, unless something else happens. Oria will leave Sinclair alone for now. Has he really had other lap pillows? Who knows? Does it matter? He seems pretty content with himself as he starts scrolling through the phone. ]

I'm saying you don't. [ But once the book opens, Sinclair gets pretty into it after all, marking a few key pages as he begins to type up the essay rapidly. It needed to be good enough so he would be left alone for a good few days barring any further mishaps. This is his penance]

[ His penance for something Oria caused, yet he doesn't feel bad. He supposes that means his quality time with Sinclair has decreased in favor of his essay, but he can wait. ]

There's nothing wrong with not staying still, you know!

Really?

[ Sinclair makes a distracted encouraging noise, but he really is in the zone now.]

[ Oria knows that sound—it's when Sinclair is very much focused on something. That's why he doesn't give him a verbal answer, because it's not worth his attention right now. He simply watches the back of Sinclair's head, admiring how fluffy it looks and how soft it must be to run his fingers through it. And maybe, just maybe—

...

Oria frowns a little. He wouldn't want to lose Sinclair more than a lot of things in the world. It's not worth taking that risk. He looks back at his phone ago, trying to see if anyone wants a fun time at a date.

But it's really never what he actually wants.

... ]

[ It takes some time, but Sinclair does finish his essay sooner than most people would - Oria was correct. German is his speciality, and German literature especially so. The rest of his homework gets done too after that and when he finishes, it's dark out]

I'm done. Finally.

[He really would have been done faster if it weren't for that essay. He rubs his eyes and shuts his books. He had been getting a lot of pings from the school messaging app, but he had simply ignored it.

Besides...]

[ Oria was taking a nap face down on the bed with his glasses off, but he hears Sinclair speak and gradually wakes up. He's a light sleeper. After yawning and putting his glasses back on, he looks over at Sinclair from the bed lazily. ]

Mm... you're done?

[ That nap was essentially a time waster, since Oria knows that he can't stay up too late anyway, regardless of how many naps he gets in the day. ]

Yeah. [He'll tidy up his bag and slot the books he needs in for tomorrow. Better to do it now to avoid forgetting in the morning and running around in a rush. He stretches out a little, wincing. Ah, he really was too focused]

The cafeteria should be ready for dinner now. What did you feel like?

Mm... three deluxe burgers.

[ Oria, for once, does not seem to be enthused by food. He doesn't even try ro get up from the bed. ]

[That's definitely odd. Sinclair gets up, crossing the room to check on Oria. Was he sick? Sinclair will just check his temperature just in case]

Burgers do sound nice.

[ Oria's temperature is fine, but he's surprised by Sinclair suddenly coming up and putting his hand there. Huh? What?? ]

... I'm not sick.

[ He's not that warm. Just a tiny bit below average, but that's the usual. ]

[Sinclair drops his hand sheepishly]

I just wanted to be sure. You're usually more excited about dinner.

[Well, he'll get up again to change into something more comfortable. No more school uniform for the rest of the night, ugh]

[ Oh, right. He hasn't changed. He just stares at Sinclair changing though, but it's with a blank look.

... ]

[It had taken Sinclair awhile to acclimatize to the nature of boarding schools but he had gotten used to the fact eventually everyone changed in front of each other without thinking. He's in the middle of unbuttoning his school shirt when he feels Oria's gaze on his back and he glances over.]

Oria?

[He's feeling a little awkward again for some reason]

[ Oria snaps out of it when called, and then grins playfully like he usually does. ]

Yeah? Want me to look away?

No. It's fine. It's just a bit awkward when you keep staring...

[ He blushes a little more, but quickly changes into a much more comfortable shirt and oversized sweater. Oria was just out of it. That's all. He changes into a pair of soft jeans, and straightens his sweater]

Did you want to eat down there or bring up dinner to eat here?

We can eat down there.

[ Oria finally makes a move to get off the bed and goes to pick out a change of clothes. His usual style with the boatneck shirt is fine. He decides to leave the hat in the room, but he doesn't change yet. He only changes when Sinclair leaves. ]

[He's used to Oria not changing while he's around, so he lingers near the end of the hall while he waits for Oria to be done. He might as well check some of his messages...

One from Yuri, with a few questions about club activities. Another from a classmate, panicking about homework.

And the others...

uh.

Uhhh.]

[ Oria changes quickly so that Sinclair doesn't wait too long. After he catches up, he sees Sinclair staring at his phone. ]

What's up? Got anything worrying?

Nothing worrying. Some classmates were being weird.

[That sure is a bombardment of messages in a class group chat about Oria he refuses to answer. He doesn't even mark it as read, and closes out of the chat, in time for a private message to come his way: hey, emil, there's this girl in the next class over that wants to know if you're free on the weekend.

???

????????

Weird question. Beatrice was coming back to the country on the weekend, so he really wasn't and says as much.]

All done?

Uh-huh.

[ Oria, for one, is glad that Sinclair has social groups for him to chat with. He figures that it's none of his business, so he just shrugs it off. ]

Anyway, five deluxe burgers are waiting to be devoured! Let's go!

[ Oria now zoooooms with Sinclair in tow, holding hands like it's normal. (It's normal, right?) ]

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