Shartos Drabbles and Oneshots

Gone?

Sharrkan cursed as he practically ran through the halls. His backpack only hung onto one shoulder, his books hitting his back painfully as he ran. I can not be late for class again! He mentally panicked, cursing his alarm clock to hell and back for not ringing. Then again, Spartos hadn't texted him either. Usually, his early-riser boyfriend would text him to urge him out of bed. But, that didn't happen this morning. Maybe he's sick. He mused as he entered his classroom as the tardy bell rang. Lucky for him, the teacher wasn't in yet. He sighed a breath of relief and plopped down next to Pisti.

"Where's Spartos?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

"I'm not sure. He didn't text me this morning, so I overslept." He sighed and checked his phone. No new messages. He frowned slightly and sent Spartos a haphazard text, asking where he was.

"He usually texts you, right?"

Sharrkan nodded. "Yeah, every morning." He affirmed, getting out his notebooks. "I think maybe he's sick, and slept in for once?"

"Yeah, but hasn't he come to school sick before?"

He sighed again. "Yeah.. Several times." He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Just because he's my boyfriend doesn't mean I know everything that goes on in his life and in his mind." 

"True. I just thought maybe you'd be freaking out over him." 

"He's a big boy. He can handle himself." Sharrkan replied, though he checked his phone one more time. 

The teacher came finally and he tucked his phone away, opening his notebook. "You're gonna have to take extra good notes for him." Pisti whispered. 

"Yeah, yeah."

"You're such a good boyfriend."

"I know~"

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Lunch rolled around, finally, and Sharrkan couldn't be happier. Nothing was better than food- even if it was the school's. Well, nothing other than Spartos' presence. Which, to Sharrkan's pleasure, was a welcomed sight at their usual table. He hasted over there, squeezing in beside their friend Masrur and Spartos. 

"Hey, there." Sharrkan said, nudging his boyfriend a little. "Where were you this morning? You didn't even text me back." 

Spartos blinked once, as though just realizing Sharrkan was there. "Oh, I'm sorry.. I had some, stuff to do."

Sharrkan arched a brow. "Stuff, such as?"

The redhead shrugged sullenly, poking at his untouched salad with his fork. "I'll tell you about it later." 

Sharrkan stared at him a little longer before shrugging slightly as well, turning to his food. "Alright then. But I'm holding you to that."

Pisti and Yamuraiha joined their table, completing their group. The two had a conversation of upcoming sports going on, which Sharrkan and Masrur joined in, of course. Sharrkan didn't miss out on the way Spartos seemed to be resigned from them. Granted, he wasn't one for sports. But he usually still enjoyed talking to them. Now, it seemed like there was a lot on his mind as he pushed a cherry tomato around his plate. Underneath the table Sharrkan grabbed his hand, resting them on his knee. He didn't miss out on the slight squeeze the other gave his hand, as though making sure he was really there. 

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"You need a ride home?" Sharrkan asked, twirling his keys around his finger as he walked with Spartos and Masrur. 

"No. I drove myself today." Masrur refused as straight-faced as ever.

Sharrkan nodded once and looked at Spartos, giving his hand a little squeeze. "What about you? I'm still driving you home as per usual?"