To The Ends Of The Earth

Distracting - Original

Written by Missionotaku321.

"Mr. Helms, please put on a jacket. Your arms are distracting the class."

Matthew looked sheepishly down at his forearm, which was slowly but surely becoming more and more decorative. He adored when this happened, since it showcased how talented his soulmate was, but sometimes, whoever she was just had a little too much time on her hands. "Sorry, ma'am. She does this a lot." He rolled his sleeves down over them and refocused on the math problem he was supposed to be doing.

....

"Mr. Helms, please put on some gloves. Your hands are distracting the class."

Matthew's hands were growing colorful as they were covered in birds and honey bees. He smiled and said, "Sorry, ma'am. I think she's bored. That usually happens later in the day." He had started to carry gloves around for this reason, so he reached inside his backpack and slipped them on. Then, he went back to the science experiment he was supposed to be conducting.

...

"Mr. Helms, this is getting ridiculous. Do you happen to have a turtleneck on you? Your neck is distracting the class."

"Sorry, ma'am. She might have a friend over. And I do, actually..." That said something about how prepared he was for when his stuck up teachers asked him to cover up the beautiful drawings his soulmate left on his skin. He couldn't wait until he got home so he could see what was appearing on his neck. He grabbed the turtleneck from his bag, put it on, and continued to take notes on the Civil War.

...

"Mr. Helms, I've about given up. Your face is distracting the class."

"That could be taken as an insult, ma'am. May I go to the restroom? I borrowed foundation from my sister for this."

"Hurry, Mr. Helms."

"Yes, ma'am." He set the English textbook aside, grabbed the makeup, and went to the restroom. He was excited to see what was there this time.

...

"Helms, why are your legs covered in flowers?"

"Artistic soulmate, Coach. Is it too distracting?"

"It makes you look like a pansy, Helms."

"I have sweatpants, Coach."

"...Just keep running, Helms."

...

Matthew frowned as a portrait of a boy took shape on his arm while he sat at the lunch table. Who was this guy? Should he be worried? He supposed this guy could be considered cute... Blue hair, though?

...

Matthew walked calmly to the restaurant he was meeting his best friend and a few others at. He adjusted his shirt when he saw them, then narrowed his eyes. The guy with the blue hair was there. Then, he noticed the girl beside him, with the same long blue hair, and a drawing of a vine wrapped around her pale arm. Just like the one around his arm at that very moment.

Pi introduced the two as Ash and Layla Thatcher. Brother and sister. He shook hands politely with Ash, then smiled at Layla and rolled up his sleeve.

"I believe this is your fault?"