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«Pocky»

《AU/SMUT》

~ First chapter! Yey ~

High-school AU, They're playing the pocky game and things escalate until they are wohooing ✨️

Requested by: KrisTinnnnnnnnnnnnna through dms, ty!

I would like to address that I don't know exactly how high school works! I put they had dorms here, now, I don't know if it really is like this. Just imagine it is, they're 17 for context🙏🏻

~ Enjoy! ~

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The ink of the pen colored the paper, writing formulas on formulas. His eyes glanced at the clock hanging on the corner of the classroom for the fourth time in that hour.

4:30 pm

He still had half an hour of boring math. George snorted, rubbing his eyes to take some sleep off. He threw the pen on the desk, tired of copying the same things the professor wrote on the blackboard. They were the same ones in the books, what a waste of time!

He blinked slowly, staring into the void. he saw the lips of the middle-aged man before him moving, not understanding or listening to what came out of his mouth.

He slipped down the chair, sighing. He was thinking about taking a nap when something hit his shoe. He looked down at the ground, a crumpled piece of paper sitting near the tip of his shoe. He raised a questioning eyebrow, gave a quick look to the whole class to see who was staring at him. No one.

Trying to look natural, he lowered himself to the side, picked up the note and put it in his hands on the counter. The paper was hot, who wanted to throw it at him must've held it for a while.

Trying to make little noise, he opened it, flattening it on his notebook. The paper had a green pen writing on it.

-What are you doing after school?

Such a general question, it could come from anyone. George sighed, thinking about who in his class might invite him to do something after school. Then it struck him, smiling at the paper he took back his blue pen and wrote below:

-Nothing important, why?

Laughing to himself, he rolled the crumpled piece of paper two desks to his left. The boy took the paper and winked at him.

Dream, Dream was his name. The two had been friends for a long time and had met through a friend they had in common. He had blond and well-groomed hair, bright green eyes and a slight beard on the chin. George fell in love with him after a few days of hanging out, Sapnap (the friend in common) found out that he liked him too, so they started dating.

Everything had been fine so far, they loved each other immensely and they were sincere and loyal to each other.

Dream reopened the paper. He read it and wrote something else. Passing over the paper to the brunet. George took it back, excited.

-Maybe you can come to my dorm and spend some time together, you know, to study ;)

That little face, that bloody face made George blush. He read the message a couple more times to make sure. Then he rewrote something, passing the paper again.