A single spark (Modern Enjoltaire AU)

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Enjolras walked into the gym with Bahorel and Grantaire. The most feared and two strongest against one football player.

"Look, the tranny is here," a boy with a swollen eye and huge bruise snorted.

"You motherfucker!" Grantaire swung at the boy, sending him flying across the room and slamming into the wall.

"What the hell, man?" He whined and Grantaire kicked him sharply in the ribs. Bahorel walked over calmly and picked the guy off the floor, pinning him to the wall.

"You know anything about Prouvaire?" He asked quietly and the guy smirked.

"Nice, tight ass, that kid," he replied and Bahorel head butted him, dropping him on the ground.

"Nice tight ass? You know who's going to have a bruised ass after today? You!" He screamed and started punching him and Grantaire kicked him.

A loud crack echoed through the gym, followed by an eerie silence.

"It was just his jaw, he still has plenty of bones," Bahorel stated and slammed his heel of his boot onto the guys crotch, grinding his foot down.

The guy let out a blood curdling screech, tears running down his face.

Bahorel pulled his foot off and sat on the guys stomach. "What's your name?" He asked.

"K-Kyle," he managed to spit out.

"Kyle. I know you've been held back. How old are you now, 20? You're over age, you could go to jail. One rule: don't drop the soap," Bagorel murmured in a soft voice before punching him square in the nose.

He stood up, have one sharp blow to his stomach, and walked off.

***

"And he was like, 'you're going to go to jail, don't drop the soap' and then blam! He punched him right in the nose, broke his cheekbone and nose. His jaw and a rib were broken to," Grantaire said and Joly covered his mouth in shock.

"I crushed his balls, too. He won't be able to walk right for a week, let alone fuck anybody!" Bahorel added and Courfeyrac chuckled, Jehan nestled between him and Musichetta.

"Sorry for the delay of the meeting. As many of you know, Bossuet is not here today. Most of you don't know why. He was admitted to the hospital with a lung cancer. They can remove the tumors but he will not be able to talk," Enjolras explained and Joly shot up.

"H-h-he can s-still t-t-talk, b-but he w-w-w-won't be a-able t-to t-talk r-r-reg-regularly. H-he'll o-onl-only be a-ab-able to w-w-w-whis-whisp-per," Joly added and Enjolras nodded.

"This is horrible! How did this happen?" Grantaire asked.

"His parents- practically his whole family, actually- smoked all the time. Secondhand smoke can lead to lung cancer," Combeferre stated and Grantaire nodded.

"It's not terminal, though; so he should be fine," Musichetta added and they all nodded.

"Anyways. You guys can all leave now. Go home and rest or whatever; visit Bossuet. I'm going to sleep," Enjolras said and walked out of the building.

After a few minutes Grantaire left, glancing around for Enjolras. Enjolras stood at the corner of the building, out of sight from everyone.

Grantaire walked over and pressed their lips together, pulling away a few seconds later. "My parents are home," Enjolras sighed and Grantaire grunted softly in response.

"That's a damn shame," Grantaire replied, shaking his head. "Shame."

Enjolras leaned down and pressed their lips together, running his hands down Grantaire's back. Enjolras suddenly pushed Grantaire off, pointing at a car. Grantaire looked over and saw Jehan sitting on it, staring at them.