what's stopping you?

neek

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

𐐪𐑂 ♡

punz glances between the textbook in front of him and his book, quickly taking down the final notes he'd need about the different muscles in the leg and factors that may affect how well they're working. he's a little confused, to say the least, but he'd missed the first three sports lessons, so he supposes it makes sense.

in fact, this one is the first he's actually attended, and he was shocked by the size of the class. it isn't as big as his classes back home, but it seems to be above average for a sixth-form group. it frustrates him that this class has been together for the whole of the previous year too, since they all seem to know each other pretty well, and he just feels lost on what to do.

it also doesn't help that the teacher left the room a few minutes ago to just let them finish in their own time, so the rest of the class is just chatting among themselves, some about the work, others not, and punz is sitting on his own looking like an idiot.

it's annoying that he has no friends to ask for help. he could message foolish, sure, but it's not like the curriculum would be the same over in america, and he doesn't want to make the ravenette go out of his way to help him if it's not something he already knows, so he just doesn't bother.

he misses his friends back home, there's no denying that, but he would never ever admit to it. the knowledge of the guilt it would put on dream prevents him from even considering the confession.

punz finishes the last sentence, checking over his work once more before he starts packing up his pencil case. he figures, since he finished early, he can try and find the room dream is spending his free in - even though he has no idea what building the other is even in.

" 'sup fam." punz's head whips up at the close voice, coming face to face with a ravenette boy that's standing just beside him. "it good if i take a pic of your work? this shit's bare long, like allow it."

punz blinks blankly back at the stranger for a few long moments, trying to comprehend what the actual fuck he just said. the ravenette tilts his head expectantly, and punz just nods wordlessly in mild shock, moving his book for the other boy to take a photo of his work.

"yeah, safe g," he mutters, nodding once before turning away.

"that's alright," punz replies, not even sure if that was the correct response to what the other boy had said to him. it is evident that he needs to catch up on his knowledge of british slang.

the stranger turns back suddenly, jaw dropped wide, "shit man! you're a yank!" he announces excitedly, pointing down at punz.

punz's eyebrows furrow slightly, shocked by the boy's elation. "uh, i'm american, yeah," he nods.

"that's bare jokes," the ravenette says with a short laugh, turning back to grab his backpack from the table behind them. "you've gotta come meet my group, bro."

punz nods in agreement, pleased that the other boy said something he wholly understood, and quickly packs up his belongings into his bag. maybe he's stupid to choose to spend time with a stranger he doesn't understand, but punz thinks he'd do just about anything to make some friends. he stands up from his seat, sharing a smile with the ravenette boy before wordlessly following him out of the room.