loverboy

its a truce... okay?

The hallway lined with sliding doors was mostly empty-although there was the occasional class helper who was delivering something somewhere. Besides the muffled laughter or speaking behind each door, it was mostly silent.

Mondo leaned against the wall, twirling the tip of his pomp, keeping his slit brows furrowed and eyes focused on his white loafers. God this was so boring... He hated staying still, quiet, obedient. Which is probably why he disliked school so much.

He didn't mind learning new things. He'd never admit it, but he liked the way he felt after getting a math problem right or acing a presentation.

Nobody would assume the biker scholarly- and honestly, he wasn't. But the gears turning in his head while he tapped his pencil repeatedly on his desk, enveloped in school work; the glee after getting it right "Fuck yeah!" he'd cheer, thowing a fist in the air, his ego boosting thinking he was so smart- that he could solve anything.

But, of course, that was short lived. His happiness would fade, slumping him back into the I hate school mood. Propping his feet on his desk, leaning back in his chair for a nap. His grades in the beginning of the semester were pretty good: B's and C's. But as the year went on, he gotten lazier. Deciding the adrenaline he got after acing a test wasn't worth the work he put in.

He hated staying still and he hated looking weak. To him, sitting in your desk with eyes focused on the board, compliant to authority was the worst thing ever.

But hey! At least he managed to come to class on time. He managed to maintain a straight row of hopelessly average C's. Maybe D's if he was having a bad week

Kiyotaka however, absolutely adored school: straight A honor roll every single time. He loved bringing his grades home to his father.

Sure, people were very rude- almost bullyish. Sure, sometimes he felt like completely ruining all the years and years of constant studying and perfect conduct to act like a real teenager and have some freedom. Sometimes he felt really trapped. Trapped in the same endless cycle of studying.

Wasting his prime teenage years, his prime freedom from sufficating adult-hood and responsabilities.

Why did he feel like an adult- not in a good way- at 17 years old?

Thinking about it- maybe he didn't like school, but was convincing himself he did.

But then again, he was in a really bad mood at the moment. And usually he felt the praise he got was the balance. You know, pemdas.

Slumping on a bench in the freezing cold hallway, his bag in his lap, playing with the zipper, Taka decided- just for today, to ditch his 'good influence,' charade.

Outside of school he was more or less the same, just without the nark and snitching. But the dutiful, moral, wholesome, caring and overly talkative nature was a package deal. And you wouldn't believe the things him and his friends (Really not friends in school, just on weekends; because they can't stand Taka in Hopes Peak) do outside of school... not things he'd want his superiors to know thats for sure.

Slightly turning his head to glance at the towering biker against the wall beside him, looking away quickly- hopefully inconspicous, to stare at his own long fingers and neatly clipped nails.

"Im sorry," Taka mumbled, eyes glued to his hands, bowing in his seat. Awaiting a response, kind of nervous because; although not afraid of Mondo, he didn't want another arguement.

There was no response, Mondo still twisting his pomp, traquility still hanging in the air. But along side that- was the overwhelming tension that Taka so despretly wanted to break.