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Nerd Singapore x mr popular america
School Au
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The hallways of the bustling high school were filled with the usual sounds—lockers slamming, laughter echoing from groups of friends, and the occasional shout of excitement. Amidst the chaos, Singapore walked calmly, his arms filled with books, his glasses perched neatly on his nose. He was the definition of a nerd, but he liked it that way. Quiet, focused, with no unnecessary attention.
That was until today.
As Singapore made his way down the hall, mentally calculating the probability of acing his next math test, his path was suddenly blocked by a figure. He glanced up, and there stood America—the most popular guy in school. Everyone knew America: loud, confident, and the star of every party and football game. The hallway seemed to quiet down a little as people watched the encounter.
America smirked, crossing his arms. "Hey, nerd."
Singapore adjusted his glasses, trying to move around him, but America stepped in front of him again, blocking his way. Confusion flickered across Singapore's face. "What do you want, America?"
America leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough so only Singapore could hear. "Wanna go on a date?"
For a moment, Singapore thought he hadn’t heard him right. A date? Was this a joke? People were probably watching, waiting for the punchline. But Singapore wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. He straightened his books, met America’s gaze, and simply replied, “Yes.”
America blinked, caught off guard. He clearly hadn’t expected that answer. He scratched the back of his head, chuckling awkwardly. "Wait, seriously?"
Singapore raised an eyebrow. “Why not? You asked, didn’t you?”
The confident smirk on America’s face faltered for a second, but then he grinned wider, clearly impressed. “Alright then, nerd. It’s a date.”
With that, America gave him a playful salute and strutted away, leaving Singapore standing in the middle of the hallway. The whispers around them grew louder, but Singapore didn’t care. He just smiled to himself, knowing he’d probably just flipped America’s whole plan upside down.
The next day after school, Singapore found himself waiting at a small, quiet café just outside of campus. He still wasn’t entirely sure why he had said yes to America’s sudden invitation, but something about the situation intrigued him. Perhaps it was curiosity, or maybe the nerd in him wanted to understand America’s motives. Either way, here he was, sitting at a table for two, sipping his tea while reviewing a book on global economics.
The doorbell jingled, and Singapore looked up to see America entering, as casual and confident as ever. Dressed in a letterman jacket, hands in his pockets, and a grin plastered across his face, he strolled over and plopped down in the chair across from Singapore.
“Yo, didn’t think you’d actually show up,” America said with a laugh. He glanced at the book. “Still being a nerd, huh?”
Singapore closed the book calmly and placed it to the side. “Well, I assumed you wouldn’t enjoy discussing world economics over dinner.”
America blinked, then broke into a chuckle. “Yeah, maybe not. But I gotta admit, you’ve got guts.”
Singapore raised an eyebrow. “Guts?”
America leaned back in his chair, the ever-present grin still on his face. “Yeah. You totally threw me off yesterday. I was just messing around, y’know? Didn’t expect you to actually say yes.”
“Yet, here you are,” Singapore pointed out, his calm tone not wavering.
America looked thoughtful for a moment before shrugging. “Guess I was curious. You’re different from the people I usually hang out with. They’re always... I dunno, trying too hard to impress me or whatever. But you? You don’t seem to care.”
“I don’t,” Singapore replied, sipping his tea. “Why would I?”
That made America laugh again. “Man, you’re blunt. I like that.”
The waiter came over, and they both ordered—America going for a burger and fries, while Singapore opted for something lighter, a salad. As they waited for their food, the conversation continued, surprisingly flowing easier than Singapore had anticipated.
America, it turned out, wasn’t all just show. Sure, he was loud, and he enjoyed being in the spotlight, but as Singapore learned more about him, he realized that America’s confidence came from a place of wanting to bring people together, of wanting to make everyone feel included—even if he didn’t always know how to go about it.
“So, do you always have a plan for everything?” America asked after a while, leaning forward with genuine curiosity.
“Not everything,” Singapore replied, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Just the important things.”
“Hmm,” America mused. “I kinda just wing it, y’know? Let things fall into place.”
“And that’s why you’re constantly stressed before exams,” Singapore said dryly, making America burst out laughing.
“Touché,” America admitted. “But hey, I’m doing alright.”
Their food arrived, and as they ate, they settled into a comfortable rhythm. Singapore didn’t feel the pressure to talk too much, and America filled the silences with stories from his social life, each one more chaotic than the last. Singapore found himself quietly enjoying the chaos from a distance, even though it was so far from his own experience.
As the meal came to an end, America wiped his hands on a napkin and leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin on his face. “You know, Singapore, you’re actually pretty cool.”
Singapore raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware that ‘cool’ was a trait associated with being a nerd.”
America grinned. “Nah, not usually. But you’re an exception. You don’t care what people think, and that’s pretty awesome.”
For the first time that evening, Singapore found himself smiling—a small, barely noticeable smile, but a smile nonetheless. “I could say the same about you,” he said, surprising himself with his own words.
America’s grin widened. “Look at that! You’re loosening up already.”
They left the café together, the night air cool and refreshing. As they walked back toward campus, America shoved his hands in his pockets, glancing over at Singapore. “So, what now?”
“I suppose you’ll go back to being Mr. Popular,” Singapore said, half-joking.
America chuckled. “Maybe. But I think I’ll be hanging out with the ‘nerd’ a little more often.”
Singapore glanced at him, unsure whether to take the comment seriously. “Are you suggesting this wasn’t just a one-time thing?”
America shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Who knows? I think you might be stuck with me now.”
Singapore didn’t respond right away. But as they reached the campus gates, he finally said, “I suppose we’ll see.”
And with that, they went their separate ways, but something told Singapore that this strange, unexpected connection between them was far from over.
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