DISCLAIMER: this is not a TYPICAL OH MY PARENTS ARE DEAD SO I RUN AWAY BC IM A FRAGILE CUTE LITTLE GIRL type of fanfiction please give it a chance I worked a lot on it and I'm trying to post often!!
Two Cuphead nerds both obsessed with the game and...
There is a beautiful day outside. The birds are singing. The flowers are blooming. On days like these. Kids like us...
...are rotting in school.
Charlie pov:
It's our favourite class. Maths. Should I say Chinese? (I don't speak Chinese)
"Now just like the previous exercise, solve this one by yourselves!"
Sure. Like I understand what is happening in this class. I started doodling in my notebook.
My deskmate bends over and asks: "How is the exercise going so far?"
I push my notebook towards him and go as quiet as possible: "Like this!"
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He gasps and whispers: "Cuphead!"
What?? He knows about the Cuphead fandom? Because this isn't the canon character for sure!
I turn to Y/N. I mouth the words: "Save me!". They just quietly snorted but did nothing. The guy next to me started repeating his last sentence like: "Cuphead Cuphead Cuphead-" "I am going to punch you." I stare at him dead in the eyes. "Fine." I pretend I am annoyed. To be honest I just feel embarrassed or something. I think it would be considered to be a nerdy thing in this classroom.
He looks at me again. "How can you draw like this?" "I have been practicing my whole life!" I said quietly and grinned at him. Man I'm such a lovely person.
"Okay class, finish this exercise as homework, you are dismissed!"
Finally. Y/N and I left the classroom and walked in the hallways.
"Did you know he knew about that fandom? I thought it would be such an unpopular thing that no one would ever know about it. I didn't even drew the canon character! How did he recognise it??" I said maybe a little too loud.
Y/N pov:
Damn biatch calm tf down its not that big of a deal- "It's alright in my opinion. Your art got appreciated for once." Hmmm the contrast.
"Oh god no.." Charlie froze.
"What?" I asked them thinking something is wrong.
"English is our next class!" They said like it was the end of the world.
"So? You are good at English. You are gay."
We both burst out laughing.
"What the hell? Why would you assume that??" Charlie asked playing the saint.
"Sorry!!" I replied.
We spent the rest of break just joking and stuff.
I was sitting next to Charlie for English.
The teacher has amnesia or something and is old as Crowfather (=old asf). She also is completely against the stereotypes of an English teacher. I heard many times that people said their favourite teacher was their English teacher but not ours. Not by far. Long story short, our English teacher is a fucking idiot and also a jerk sometimes.
