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The only sounds that filled the room were graphite etching onto parchment and the monotonous voice that he dreaded hearing every third period, going on about the workings of stocks and bonds to his entirely bored Econ class seated behind his position upfront.
His hardly used Ticonderoga was his only source of entertainment while the gangly grey haired man was turned, spiraling it between his lengthy fingers with a considerable amount of precision and ease, a distraction from his never ending boredom.
It's not like it much mattered how focused he was anyway on what the old bastard was saying, he was the top of his class after all. He had his photographic memory to thank for that, much to the disdain of the man in front of him who constantly chastised him for not paying attention.
He internally groaned as his azure eyes watched the analog's mocking red ticks count down as the halfway mark of this Friday approached, tipping back in plastic seat which had sent his ass numb nearly twenty minutes prior from being still for the past hour of this droning class.
Sometimes he wonders why he didn't just skip but he knew the answer to that already; the less he had to deal with his father, the better.
His lanky legs extended forward to uncramp them from under his tiny desk, pushing him back and forth in a gentle rhythm; occasionally a little too far back into the auburn haired girls desk behind him which earned him a nudge to his lower lumbar in assistance and aggravation as the woman behind his tsked.
Shoko was used to this though by now, having been sat behind him for over three years now as the end of the quarter encroached upon them.
It was senior year and he couldn't be happier for that fact; waiting to get out of this place and out from under the thumb nail of his tyrant father and docile mother.
Though he couldn't hardly complain to much, having damn near everything he could ever want placed in his lap without the bat of an white eyelash; save when he got in trouble which was more often than not.
Punishment was something Satoru hardly seen the light of unless it was severe, he had his paternal name to thank for that though but it wasn't necessarily pleasant for the spoiled boy when he did either .
He didn't get his retainer allowance for nearly two weeks once after a rather boisterous outburst that landed him in detention, though over the years he had racked up enough detention slips he swears they kept the used ones for back up instead of writing new ones that were far less significant.
This time was just one that was bad enough for the school to reach out to his parents, unlike many others as there were some choice words thrown around that were deemed to sinful for their hallowed grounds that made the snowy haired lad laugh in their faces; that being the last straw.
He couldn't help it though as he continued to tip back and forth as the man explained the stock market, sitting still was far from one of his strong suites thanks to his intrusive ADHD.
The sound of the chalk scrapping down the cracking green board made him grit his teeth and shiver begrudgingly at the memory of the mans given punishment that was approved of by his own father.
The thought of being stuck at that same board repeatedly etching the same insincere apology over and over again before it made his azure eyes cross and the white nubbed calk stained red at his finger tips made him snarl in contempt.
As almost to taunt him, the old man had yet to erase half of the board on purpose that was composed of his scrawling chicken scratch to teach him and the other students a lessons to not challenge the old geezer, that still never stopped Satoru.
The deafening sound stopped abruptly, an action sent by the gods as a rapt knock was firm against the heavy glass door that sat near the corner of the small classroom.
Satoru let out an audible sigh, unclenching his teeth in the process as the elderly man disappeared behind the glass panels.
Tipping his chair back with purpose this time, he lain his snowy white locks over the woman's marked parchment with a cheeky grin and looked at her with a quizzical look locked in his stare, "You think that the reaper finally came knocking for the old bastard?" His words held little apathy even while joking. Not that he really wished death upon the man, he just would rather not have to deal with him any longer if he didn't have to.
Earning a whack from a rolled up magazine, his grin was replaced with a pout as the girl began to speak, "Bite your tongue, Gojo, you're lucky he hasn't hung you out to dry yourself for all the shit you've caused him over the years," Shoko rolled her eyes as she spat back, clearly annoyed with the man but alas this is what he did well, relishing in the fact too.
"He wishes, anyway what do you think's going on out there anyway? It's unusual for the bastard to stop class for literally anything. Shit even when that fire broke out in the Chem lab in B Hall he didn't budge, we we're luck to have all made it out of here in one piece," Satoru huffed at the memory of being trapped in the smoke filled classroom thanks to the rather persistent asshole claiming it would be fine and wouldn't even reach them; something Satoru was shocked that didn't end up getting the man fired.
The classroom soon filled with whispers among those in attendance as nearly five minutes rolled by with only muffled shuffling coming from behind the door. It didn't take long before the platinum blonde seated beside Shoko raised her voice in her obnoxious gossiping tone, "I heard there was a transfer, how exciting."
Those words alone were enough to peak the interest of a bored Satoru, rescuing him from the droning thoughts plaguing his mind. Satoru knew the drill at this point, pulling a crisp twenty from his black leather Versace wallet that was cradled by his uniform slacks, holding the bill between two fingers as the girl smirked towards him, "Oh really, what else do you know Mei-Mei?"
Slipping her perfectly manicured fingers around the twenty as with a scarlet smirk, she began to spill, "My little birdy in the front office said he's a transfer from one of those public schools across town and.." She abruptly stopped mid sentence holding her hand out in front of her in expectance, causing a disgruntled sigh to come from Satoru as he placed another twenty in her palm with wondering haste; knowing this would be the only way to function an exchange from a hustler like Mei to kill his own boredom and curiosities, "...And he's here by court ordered parole, his father is some big shot on the West end that talked the judge into here rather than Juvie."
Curiosity farther swirled in then mans azure gaze with intent, surprised as this was something damn near unheard of in such a prestigious place and never something he had faced himself.
Though, being a Gojo had its perks in some departments when it came to his own mischievous behavior, on that he could relate; getting away with damn near everything under the sun thanks to the entitlement of his sir name but he couldn't help but wander what this guy had done that damn near landed him a teen reformatory.
Not like being here was much better, he thought internally.
"Great, just when I thought one trouble maker was enough, god I really need a smoke," Shoko huffed, listening in on the conversation as Mei shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know anything more than that, little birdy only had a quick glance over his profile before being caught but god knows if he's anything like Satoru, there will never be any peace in this place," The girls giggled in unison as Satoru tilted to meet them with a glare while retorting, "I'm literally right here you know,"
"We know," The girls spoke once again in perfect timing, Satoru letting himself lean forward and back in his own space as the girls behind him whispered.
Who is this guy, Satoru thought to himself while coming up with damn near thousands of possibilities, yet he had no clue why it had even bothered him so badly as a twinge of anxiety bubbled under the surface of his perfectly masked chaotic nature.
And as if on que, the rattling of the metallic door handle began to jingle, everyone's eyes glued to it as it began to open; revealing the answer to the thoughts and questions that were on the tip of their tongues as it was in the back of his brain, who was this new transfer?
The old man hobbled his way to the front of the class, clapping his hands twice to gain the attention of his classroom of now stirred students, "Listen up class, today we welcome our newest student and I expect you to all be on your best behavior," His squinted eyes made a pointed glare at the snowy haired male, "Especially you, Mr. Gojo."
He rolled his Azure eyes at the man behind his darkly tented glasses, clasping his lengthy fingers together with a pointed smile at the old an before remarking, "I'll be the bestest boy, don't you worry gramps."
It wasn't a moment after that, the stares that were once placed upon the old man at the front were all transfixed on the figure leaning against the door frame with arms crossed to either side in an angsty pose; darkened eyes were down cast to where his beat combat boots that tapped against the tile in impatience or maybe it was a hint of anxiety?
"Class today we will be joined by Mr. Geto, Suguru. Make him feel welcomed," The old man introduced the male as he pushed off the door frame and walked closer to the front, the mans stoic gaze at the tile floor stayed put with want to not be there written in his expression; not even glancing at the congregation of people who had him under a microscope.
Anxiety it is, Satoru thought to himself as his eyes watched the way the man subconsciously was picking at his nails while looking as uncomfortable as ever under the scrutinizing gaze of their peers and it was had for Satoru to believe this was the man responsible for almost ending up in a detention center.
Satoru had always been the center of attention so he understood that feeling, which was unsurprising by just his striking looks alone matched by his unignorable height and toned physique, but to see the gazes of the masses staring at this man with such intent as if he were in animal at the zoo, he realized he was none better than them as his crystal gaze was glued to the brooding figure that stood less than four feet away from the front of his own desk.
"Listen everyone, there is less than five minutes left in this class so, try not to make to much of a fuss will you as I write the last bit of the overview for Mondays quiz?," The old man sighed out as he spoke, looking as if he didn't want to be there any longer than the students did.
The old mans eyes looked among the crowd, locking on the empty seat that was always home to Satoru's extra shit he had brought with him for Basketball practice the next period, "Gojo, Move your stuff so Mr. Geto can have a seat please."
Satoru's eyebrows raised as if to question the mans decision, one of which he was not the happiest with as Satoru was not the biggest fan of change in his daily routines, "There's literally four other seats in the back, I don't see why.." Satoru was curtly cut off by the old man, "Silence Gojo or would you like me to write you up once again and have to contact your father?" The old mans squinted gaze held their own humor, knowing it would get under the snowy teens skin as he began to sit his stuff beside him on the floor where it had belonged long before the arrival of the new student.
Suguru made his way forward, sliding into the seat to the left of Satoru and right in front of Mei, who was seemingly writing down little detailed notes on the man now sat in front of her that would be shared among the rest of the schools population by the end of the day. Satoru couldn't blame her though, now as the man sat beside him he couldn't help but let his own crystal gaze rake him up and down like the rest of them.
The man was clad in a white button and high waisted black slacks that were out of uniform next to Satoru's own navy blazer with matching slacks that hugged around his toned physic in a way that made most of the girls swoon. He was broader than Satoru himself but Satoru held him in height with being nearly three inches taller. His raven hair was pulled back neatly into a bun except one small piece that escaped the front that framed the mans angled face, hanging down into the mans lavender gaze that made that made the other question how long it really was or if it were bothersome.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Satoru was surprised at the sound of the mans deep voice filled with taunt, a red tint now staining his cheeks as he had been caught before looking away in slight embarrassment, Satoru never had been one to be discrete but he was still surprised at the quiet mans banter.
The mans lavender gaze was now focused fully on the snow haired man in interest, a grin replacing his once solemn look.
"Nah afraid it might break the camera but thanks for the offer," Satoru shot back with a grin equal to the others, the mans ebony brows raised in challenge, "With a face like yours I'm surprised it still works anyway, idiot," The man shot back at him before turning his focused back to the old man writing on the board and leaving Satoru and for probably the first time in his life speechless.
"He sure got you with that one huh, Satoru," Shoko's voice came from over their shoulders causing the raven to let of a soft chuckle and Satoru to wave her off as the bell rang for dismissal.
Grabbing his bag from the floor, he swung it over his shoulder and went to pick up the brownish-orange ball that was nowhere to be seen. His crystal gaze looked up, watching as the raven that once sat beside him was spinning it on one finger; something that Satoru once did to impress others but as he watched the raven do it, it began to get under his skin as he was the one used to being the center of attention.
The raven noticed the intense glare now placed upon him, a grin now replace by a full smirk, "Oh, does somebody need his ball?" The raven teased while others watched while packing up for their next classes, continually spinning the sphere as he mocked the snowy haired lad that was now in front of him.
"I don't know what you're playing at here but I need that for next period, so, if you would be so kind as to give it back and politely fuck off, I'd appreciate it," Satoru whispered in an annoyed huffed tone that he was used to being on the receiving end of before the man shoved the ball from his chest and into the others, "Huh, I guess that makes two of us."
Satoru raised his brow as the raven lifted a piece of paper to the others face to which he realized he was stuck every period with this guy, "I guess nobody told you huh?" The Raven stood, grabbing the ball back with ease from the others distracted arms as he gapped in disbelief.
"Told me what?" His crystal gazed settled on the man now beside him with his small black woven satchel draped over his shoulder and resting on his hip as he huffed in annoyance before pushing the escaped piece of black hair from his eyes, "You are my guide asshole,"
Satoru's crystal gaze narrowed at his words as he thought to himself, And just when I thought this day couldn't get any longer.