A Fuckton of Polygrumps

Game Grumps High School Host Club: Brian's Route Pt.1

Shit, you think to yourself. You were late for school and it was only your second day as a transfer student. You want to be angry at yourself for staying up so late the previous night, but you had plenty of research to do on the Youtubers who were now your fellow classmates. Anyway, in true anime fashion, you burst through your front door, toast in mouth, messenger bag at your side, and various notebooks clutched to your chest. Your day can only get better, Y/N! Except, the moment you step outdoors, it's raining and cold. Your cute outfit won't stand a chance, even if your trusty umbrella is at the ready. So, you stop running and trudge to the bus stop. You, with fatigued spirits, sit down on the bench and wait. You turn up the music on your phone, now blasting some Skyhill. You figure, if you're going to be hanging out with the most popular guys in school, you should at least be acquainted with their work. And you didn't mind a bit. This fantastic music, however, drowned out the car horn honking at you. Only when you peered up out of pure circumstance, did you see who was parked just ahead of the bus stop.

"Y/N, right?" The teacher, Brian, called from his open car window. "Need a lift?"

Of course you did. You wasted no time before hustling over to the cozy, eco-friendly car and getting in on the passenger's side. Only when you're fully situated and comfortably eating your toast does Brian speak.

"We were never properly introduced," he began, pulling back into traffic. "I'm Mr. Wecht if you're shy, Dr. Wecht if you're formal, and Brian if that makes you more comfortable."

You decide on calling him Brian. Somehow, stripping away the titles and labels made him seem less intimidating to you. And you were definitely intimidated. His eyes peer over a pair of glasses at you when he pulls up to a stop sign. He smiles at you and it's kind of adorable. It's like when a Rottweiler stops barking and just does that weird puppy smile thing. Yeah.

"So, Y/N, how're you liking YTA so far? I know it can be a little bit overwhelming at first."

"It's definitely better than the shitthole school I came from," you reply with a chuckle. "Everyone's been super sweet to me and it's been easier to adjust than I thought it would be."

"Good. I'm glad. I'm always afraid that these dumbass teenage boys are too overzealous in the way they go after...new students."

There was a pause. You look over at him expectantly. There had to be more to say.

"Suppose patience comes with age," he muttered, eyes locked on the road.

"Yep," you say awkwardly, as you cannot attest to that or deny that.

"Ostensibly."

Then he laughed. His laugh was actually pretty adorable if not incredibly geeky. He pulled off his glasses and held them out to you.

"Wanna know something that'll blow your fucking mind?"

You take the glasses and peek through the lenses.

"I literally only wear those because no one else in the GGHC wears them and I'm the smartest. That club literally runs on anime rules. How unbelievably douchey is that?"

You grin and chuckle a little. It was refreshing to meet someone so self-aware. There was something about how relatable and old he was at the same time. It definitely helped that he was handsome. You could definitely see yourself spending more time with him.

"Well, I mean, I ran out of my house with toast hanging from my mouth and I do believe the words 'shit, I'm late for anime school' probably left my lips," you laughed, snorting a bit. "So, anime seems to be the motif here."

He smiled again, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He was certainly charming. He drove in silence for a moment before gasping.

"You're looking to study gaming and music, right?"