5sos One shots (boyxboy)

You're Ours Now. OT4.

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A long hall, full of students and people running around with backpacks stuffed with assignments to hand in, notebooks to write in and books they use for class. It's all a blur as Michael takes it in, just standing there in the middle of the chaos that is called college.

His small grey kitten ears flatten as he sees a dog hybrid in the hallway. He hisses as he feels his tail, that's out of his pants, thicken. His green eyes narrow as he watches the small puppy walk past him, turning and walking into one of the many classrooms.

The small boy's green eyes shimmed over the crowd, searching for someone who's equally as terrified as the new boy, but to no avail. He couldn't see anything as all the tall dominants from the higher classes walk past, him bowing down his head in submissiveness. His tail was now the thin shape it used to have, while his ears were perked up.

In 3098 the system was introduced of dividing people in two groups, dominants and submissive's. Of course, the first three generations had some trouble, but when the time grew longer and the system advanced, the submissive's were submissive's from birth, and the dominants naturally possessive and tall.

''Classroom eight, on the fourth floor it is.'' He sighs to himself as he hoists up his own stuffed backpack, taking small steps towards the huge staircase. As he steps on the first step his eyes flatten immediately, scared of the noise coming from all of the people on the staircase.

His long grey tail wraps himself around Michael's waist, curling up to protect the small boy his stomach, walking up the stairs. The small boy had been at this college for over a week now, but still isn't used to the full hallways, the sharing of dorms, the sounds everywhere, nowhere a silent place to be found.

Except for the library that the green eyed boy beauty goes to after his classes. After his long legs carried the boy upstairs, he tries to push his way gently through the enormous group of students, all rushing to their classes, just like Michael. He sighs as he finally reaches classroom eight-zero-four, walking into the classroom through the still open door.

The small boy nods at his teacher, who's standing with his legs spread just the tiny bit, his feet firmly on the ground as the six foot five inches dominant nods back at the small boy. Michael shivers as the man's almost grey eyes stare into his soul, and the green eyed boy regrets even looking at the man.

Michael slowly makes his way to an empty seat, somewhat in the back of the room. Of course, everyone could see the teacher, hear him and even feel him sometimes because his voice was so loud. The seats were set up like an auditorium, every single row a little higher than the one in front of it.

The petite boy slid into his seat, immediately opening his backpack that he had pulled of his back and grabbing his notebook for this class, art history.

Michael loves class. He likes the way his teacher tells the stories of the people had mastered the skill of painting and art just a few hundred years earlier, before the small boy his mom was even born

His mum. The green eyed boy sniffles thinking about the woman who raised him without the safety of a dominant in her life. Michael's dad died in an awful car crash when he was about to go home. A drunk driver, they told his mom. It wasn't a drunk driver, the lilac haired boy found, years later.

It was an execution, meant for someone else. But, they didn't catch the right guy, they crashed into Michael's father before the boy turned seven.

The small boy sighs, focusing his eyes on the huge interactive whiteboard hanging on the huge wall in front of the classroom.