A/N:hi guys sorry I'm late again I'm busy again to my work and rainy season is coming so yeah it's gonna be hectic anyway enjoy
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“And I just don’t get it, he’s just… always there!” Reiner jerks his arms to the side and slams on the brakes; on the screen, Bowser skids off to the side and an AI-controlled Luigi darts past him, only to be hit seconds later by a blue shell.
Bertolt huffs next to him, and Koopa Trooper shoots past Bowser to take first place. Reiner leans forward, silently willing Bowser to pick up speed just a little bit faster, but that skid threw him further than he’d hoped; Luigi ends up winning, with Koopa Trooper in second place and Bowser chugging across the finish line fourth.
“See! Now he’s making me lose Mario Kart!”
Bertolt shakes his head and leans back against the wall, his long legs stretched out and dangling off the side of Reiner’s bed. The fan in Reiner’s window is chugging along, but it’s too small to really cool the room, and the heat lays oppressive all around them. Reiner knows Bertolt is getting sweat all over his bed, but that’s okay; he needs to do laundry later anyway, and sweat is just a friendship hazard with Bertolt. He’s gotten used to the heat in his room, can even sleep in it now, but Bertolt’s apartment has air conditioning for his dad’s breathing, and Bertolt struggles with how hot and close Reiner’s apartment gets.
But he comes over anyway, and Reiner really appreciates that about him. He shakes out his controller, the cord attaching it to his GameCube flopping around sadly on the floor. “Want another round?”
“No.” Bertolt sinks lower against the wall, and Reiner offers him a water bottle, which he takes gratefully. “You’re not paying attention to it anyway.”
“Yes, I am!” Reiner wants to glare, but Bertolt is drinking from the bottle now, and he has to turn his head to the side so he doesn’t stare at the way Bertolt’s throat works as he swallows.
Bertolt finishes and wipes off the top of the bottle before handing it back to Reiner. Reiner wants to tell him that he doesn’t need to do that, but he’s pretty sure that would be weird—hey, best friend, I don’t mind touching something your lips have touched, because that’s almost like kissing you!—so he just takes the bottle and drinks the rest of the lukewarm water in it. He puts it aside and look at Bertolt expectantly, knowing that he’s been gathering his thoughts, and hoping that he’ll take the bait and complain about Porco for awhile with him.
Bertolt pushes himself up so he’s sitting straight again. “You’re too worked up about Porco right now.”
“I am not!” As soon as he says it, Reiner knows it’s true; he is too worked up about Porco right now to enjoy Mario Kart, and he gets off the bed to turn off the GameCube and his little tv. “He doesn’t get me worked up.”
Reiner flops back on the bed and scoots back to lean against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. Goddamn stupid Porco Galliard, with his stupid red hair and stupid grin and all the dumb shit he says in History class. Why couldn’t he be more like Marcel, quiet and pleasant and swarmed by girls? Why can’t he just leave Reiner alone?
At least this has distracted him from Bertolt’s legs.
Bertolt makes a quiet sound of disagreement, shaking his head. “You talk about him all the time.”
“Because he’s so obnoxious!”
“Uh huh.”
“And he never shuts up! Or stops showing off!”
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FanficA sweet little high school AU fic, where Reiner is the captain of the cross country team and the Galliard brothers are new to the district and are everything Reiner doesn't need in his life right now
