-This story is currently on hiatus until further notice / likely discontinuation-
CW: Homophobia, bad writing from when I was like 12
Fukase is the schools well known matchmaker, he can hook about anyone up for $20 But everyone knows that the one pe...
My school has been the most homophobic place I've known all my life. And I live under a Homophobic house. People in my school throw around the word "gay" like it means nothing but an insult. My parents don't want me getting a job for their own strange reasons, so I found my own way to make money.
Matchmaking.
Yeah, I get people to pay me to set them up with others. I don't think I have ever failed to get two people together. It goes like this, they come to me with there crush and $20, I find out about the person they like, and then set the person who came to me with the best possible way to win the others heart. I have only had a few encounters with people who are interested in the same gender, but for those incidents I charge them an extra $8 for me to keep it a secret. I feel terrible for it, but I am pretty sure I myself might be gay since I have never taken any interests in woman and other times have found men extremely attractive. I charge others extra so they don't assume anything about my sexuality. Every gay person in my school is scared, scared that everyone will judge them and bully them if they find out.
I stared of in the distance wondering how I would set Len and Miku up. Till I saw a short male with scruffy blonde hair walk into the classroom. Like everyone else, he was wearing the school uniform, the one with black shorts, his tie though was done in a some what messy fashion. He had a honey yellow eye. The most peculiar thing about him was bandages covering his left eye. That reminded me of my eye. I slightly move my hand and touch the red hair covering my left eye.
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(I decided this was the school uniform)
The bell rings then indicating that class was to start. The blonde anxiously looked around the classroom, scanning the room for an empty desk. Mr. Adachi, our teacher, patted the boy's shoulder making the blonde jump.
"Greetings class, this here is our new student Oliver. Why don't you introduce yourself, son?"
"U-Uh, OK.." I heard the boy mutter.
"Uh, hello, my name is Oliver, and I'm new here. I came from Britain..." His accent caught me off guard a bit. The boy sounded as if he had no clue what to say. But, our teacher seemed to take no notice of the small boy's shyness and pointed him to a seat.
"OK! Oliver, you can sit in the empty seat right behind Fukase."
Great, just my luck. I get to deal with the new kid.
|Oliver's POV|
"OK! Oliver, you can sit in the empty seat right behind Fukase." Mr. Adachi instructed. I don't know who that is!
"Uh, I'm sorry, I don't know who that is..."
"Oh! Yes! Sorry. He's the red head right there." He pointed to a red headed boy with hair covering his left eye, or more like most of the left side of his face. He had strange makeup, a red X marking the bridge of his nose. Is this a strange trend I'm unaware of? The boy had a striking red eye to match his raspberry colored hair.
"Thank you sir!" I thanked, walking over to my new seat.
The lesson breezed by in no time. The bell rang, indicating for the next period.
"Fukase! Oliver!" The teacher called for us. We walked up to him.
"What is it?" The tall red head asked.
"Fukase, we'd like you to help Oliver around the school. The staff have given him the same schedule as you so you can each get to your classes at once. He can sit next to you in each class in case he needs help, since he didn't come in at the beginning like you, also you have proven yourself to have some of the best grades in the school. We believe you'll be able to help him."
"Sure." The boy said threw his teeth, obviously faking a smile. The teacher took no notice, he's really oblivious isn't he?
"Great! Thank you for the help! Also here's his locker number. Number 213." Mr. Adachi thanked. We walked out of the classroom.
"OK Oliver, our next class is History, now since Mr. A wasted most of our time we need to hurry." Fukase instructed. He began to speed walk down the hallway, as I closely followed behind.
At the moment I have 2 other fanfiction I'm working on, but I yelled SCREW IT CAUSE I'M DOING ANOTHER! But as soon as I came up for the idea of this one I had to write it, so I hope you guys enjoy. Cya later!
