S-Stalin senpai~♡! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ : A Stalin x Truman Story

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Harry Truman's skirt bounces as he prances through the hallway, with his books in his hands. He gasps suddenly, blue orbs widening behind his silver-framed glasses, pink lips forming an O-shape as he tumbled to the ground, books flying everywhere (oh no!) The man he bumped into grunts, annoyed at first, looking down at Harry with disdain. Harry gets up with a struggle, barely finding his balance. The unknown man's eyes widen as they meet Harry's orbs, entranced with his immense beauty.

"U-Um! S-Sorry!" Harry exclaims, putting a hand over his mouth in surprise. The man he ran into runs a hand through his slicked-back black hair; he has an air of coolness around him, with his glaring brown orbs, luscious mustache, and pleasantly uneven arms.

"Just watch where you're going next time, honey~☆"

"O-Okay!" Harry pauses, then realizes he's talking to the school's bad boy, Joseph Stalin!

"O-Oh, y-you're J-Joseph S-Stalin, a-aren't you?"

"What of it?"

"N-Nothing! S-Sorry!"

Joseph pushes him against the wall, leaning in close. "Are you scared, baby?"

"N-No! L-Let me g-go!! ♡"

Joseph pulls away, turning to leave. "I'll see you around."

Everyone else in the hallway stares, bewildered. Harry tucks his hair behind his ear and blushes. "O-Oh my..."

Everyone watches, confused but supportive, as Harry gathers his books prettily and prances down the hallway to his next class.

When he gets to his art class, he realizes that J-Joseph is also here! He'd forgotten! OWO! Harry shivers with nervousness and excitement.

Joseph saunters over to Harry's seat, smirking. "Hey, sweetheart. I'm interested in you. What's your name?"

"I-It's H-Harry T-Truman...""

"What a beautiful name. Can I call you Harr?"

"N-No, b-baka!! ♡"

"Fine, I'll call you Harry. (╥﹏╥)"

"G-Go away, J-Joseph-senpai!"

"Not until you go on a date with me!~☆"

Harry is elated at the prospect, but he can't let Joseph kn-know!

"N-No way, baaaaaka!! ♡♡"

The teacher suddenly, very rudely, butts in: "Are you two done yet? Can we begin our lesson on sculpture?"

"Fine," Joseph utters remorsefully, returning to his seat.

They make sculptures for about 6 hours, 8 minutes, and 8.947 seconds. When Harry looks up, exhausted, sweat beaded on his brow, he has unwittingly produced a perfect sculpture of Joseph Stalin's face! He had meant to sculpt the Great Wall of China, b-but he was thinking about Joseph so much th-that he couldn't help but sculpt him instead! ♡

When he looks over at Joseph's sculpture, he's stunned. The man has made a crude blob vaguely resembling a man's nude figure. Harry shudders.

Joseph once again saunters over to Harry. "Do you like my sculpture, my little love muffin? I made you out of clay~♡! It was like I was touching your skin..." Joseph smirks.

"W-Wow, s-senpai... M-Maybe I misjudged you... Th-that's beautiful!" Harry is moved to tears. Joseph licks them off his face.
"Don't cry, baby. Just go out with me."

"W-Well, o-okay... B-But it doesn't mean I l-like you or anything!! ♡"

Joseph takes Harry's hand and pulls him away, taking him out the door. The two of them prance towards the parking lot hand-in-hand. Everyone claps.