FACTS (benny-chan shapiro x tomika macdonald)

~ 'we have history' ~

TW: Language, mommy issues, weight-shaming, drugs, Kanye West, Stonewall, Prince Harry's schlong, furries, mature content, homophobia, transphobia, violence, furry-phobia, implied grooming

The clock. It seemed like every time it ticked, Benny-Chan's breath hitched.

It had been one day since his welcoming back to school, which had been colder than the frostbite on Prince Harry's schlong. Videos of him walking the halls with a considerably horrific black eye had surfaced on the internet and he was the laughing stock of the school. Gayborne had never before had someone so available for antagonizing, and they were making good use of the spectacle that was Benny-Chan.

In the morning, he'd woken up to thousands of new follow requests on his Instagram, uwuthedailyguyire, and DMs from people who he'd never met calling him a moron, an abomination, and other words he didn't want to think of because they were too inappropriate and violent. And as if that weren't terrible enough, his mother and sister had found out about it, and Bratt burst into his room at seven screaming about how he was now viral for being that gay kid that got beaten up on his first day back at school.

Bratt had loomed over him like an ancient republican castle, equipped with an outfit comprised entirely of American flags. Star-spangled top hat and a red and white striped swimsuit, and she had a pumpkin spice latte in her hand, too, which shook dangerously as she screamed at Benny-Chan. And his mother? Well, his mother wasn't talking to him. Wouldn't, so Benny guessed Bratt had told her about what was going on.

Not that Mary-Jane Shelby Shapiro wasn't aware of her son's sexuality - she had found the maid outfits in his closet and neglected to speak with him about them, thankfully - but on the only occasion they'd spoken of his George Michaelian tendencies, she'd made him promise never to endanger himself by wearing anything that betrayed them to outer society. At least she hadn't found his drawer of collars and kitten ears. 

Nonetheless, he had broken her promise by wearing that eye makeup yesterday, the very same that he blamed for his black eye now. And if she wasn't talking to him, it was up to Bratt to keep him in line. She hurled insults at him for a strong hour before apparently realizing human empathy existed and then she helped him to find an outfit that would prompt the least bullying. He couldn't bring himself to look in the mirror as he and Bratt left, but in her words he looked like Kanye West on hard drugs. It was perfect.

And now he found himself staring at the classroom clock, mourning his lack of eyeliner and lip gloss and giving all his energy to prevent himself from doing quads in the middle of the classroom, or worse, giving into his kink and pissing all over the floor. And as if that weren't miserable enough, Tom Macdonald was watching him and breaking pencil after pencil while Greg and Jasmine Primrose giggled themselves shitless and kept pretending to kiss each other.

"Gregory! Jasmine!" The teacher kept barking. An astute woman with a thinning black bun of hair and a stern, taut mouth, she turned her complexion of Pringles can wrinkles on the two of them and narrowed her eyes. She would stay silent for long spells and simply wait to see whether the two boys would eventually shut up or stick their tongues down each other's throats.

Tom paid no mind to either of the distractions, keeping his cold, hard gaze on Benny, mouthing obscenities every now and then. When Benny tried to make out what he was mouthing and failed miserably, Tom rolled his eyes and began to sign out the letters. K-O-K-C-E-U-K-A. Benny still couldn't understand this, no matter how hard he tried to sound out the letters. He had always been more well-versed in Japanese than English, purely for his Bakas and his Discord kittens.

"Cocksucker," Tom Macdonald whispered, but Benny still couldn't hear, so Tom seized his own thumb and wrapped his lips around it, sucking vigorously and pointing at Benny with his other hand, miming moaning with a hateful grimace still on his face. Benny winced and felt a bead of sweat fall down his neck, but luckily the teacher blocked his sight as she hurried past to pull Greg and JP away from each other, as they were now grinding against each other in their seats.

"Class, stop this!" The teacher, Ms. Molly, cried as she wrestled JP and Greg apart. "You can do whatever you like outside this classroom's walls, but I'm tired of you all bringing politics in here! What's wrong with Benjamin, hm? What on earth makes you all want to do... this?" She gestured, outraged, at the two bright red forms of Tom's henchmen, who were staring at each other longingly.

"He's a cocksucker!" Tom Macdonald responded, equally outraged, though furious too. "Can't you all see it? He's disgusting!" The class nodded along with him meekly, eager to avoid any conflict whatsoever and following the leader. Ms. Molly leaned back on her heels and crossed her arms, watching each of them before settling her gaze on Benny. 

"Is this true, Benjamin?" Ms. Molly inquired.

"I think it's illegal to ask me that, Miss." Benny-Chan replied, but when she simply waited for another response, he nodded his head silently. "Hm. Okay then." She sighed, moving back to her desk without another glance back. "Class," She addressed them, turning to them all once she had reached her customary spot in front of the blackboard again. "You all know we have a large project coming up. It's worth half of your grade for this year. The Stonewall presentation?" She asked them, and the collection of teenagers stayed mute.

"The Stonewall presentation?" Ms. Molly emphasized, and the children fell into a chorus of yeses. "Stonewall was about overcoming division between people, wasn't it?" Benny nodded with everyone else, not daring to check whether Tom was still watching him. "I think, in this class, we have a problem with overcoming our own opinions and self-importance. Why can't we all just work together, hm, without caring about someone's sexuality?"

"Because that twig wants to suck cock." Tom insisted to Ms. Molly, and he met a collection of laughter that came purely from children who feared him. Ms. Molly turned her scornful eyes on him and frowned.

"Benjamin," Ms. Molly began calmly, "Would you like to suck Tom's cock?" 

Benny spluttered out the water he had been drinking and immediately thought ye- maybe, but he sensed that this wasn't the right thing to say in this scenario. Ms. Molly clearly wanted him to say no, so that was what he said, and he even added a light snicker, as though this was ridiculous. Tom Macdonald cracked another pencil as Ms. Molly responded, "I thought so."

Benny turned back to face Ms. Molly as she turned to the board and wrote the details of the assignment up. He refused to look at Tom, too scared to see his reaction, dearly hoping that he'd be paired with someone who didn't have an overly aggressive problem with gay people or furries. He took a gulp of air as Ms. Molly began to write the pairings on the board, descending the roll and eliminating semi-ally after semi-ally, until Benny realized there were only two people left on the roll.

Him, and...

"Tom, Benjamin, you'll be working together."