Sanders Sides One-shots

Too Close To The Sun (OTP - Moxiety) [2/2]

Ship: Moxiety

TW: Swearing

Okay, okay, yeah, I know I said daily updates, but we've already established that I'm a lazy little shit.

I'm hoping to make this chapter pretty long to make up for the fact that I took ages.

I'm actually pretty excited for this chapter, but I guess we'll have to see how it works out, huh?

Note is at the bottom!

"Okay, not-brats. We definitely don't have a new student today, so it's completely okay to go crazy today."

Several groans intermingled with amused snickers as a line of students slowly formed. There were a few curious glances at the boy clad in a blue polo and a grey hoodie wrapped around his shoulders, but otherwise, they waited patiently for their teacher's instructions.

"Not-new-student. Introduce yourself." The teacher drawled, seemingly disinterested.

"Um," the aforementioned student quirked a brow at the strange teacher before grinning broadly at his new class, "I'm Patton Sanders! I transferred here from Westerburg High because there was a gas leak, which meant that there was this giant explosion. So," the grin grew broader, small crinkles appearing in the corners of his eyes, "you could say that I had to es-cape to Mind-scape."

"...I am very sure that you'll be my favourite student, Patton." The teacher remarked drily after the room fell into silence (aside from Patton's muffled giggles).

"Thanks! Mister..."

The teacher did a flourishing bow, tipping his bowler hat. "Dashiell. Though, for some strange reason that I do not know," he side-eyed his students, all of whom were innocently avoiding eye contact, "these not-brats insist on referring to me as Deceit."

"Uh...huh..."

"Anyways. Not-brats. Introduce yourselves. And Thomas," Dashiell called over his shoulder lazily as he meandered away to set up the stage, "do not lie and make the new kid think your name is Esteban Julio Ricardo Montoya de la Rosa Ramírez."

"That was one time!"

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"The name's Moriarty." The big smirked impishly, aura radiating waves of obnoxious confidence that left Patton refraining from taking a step back. He'd grown up learning to see the best in people, but a feral instint within him told him to be wary of the boy. 

"Nice to meet you." Patton's smile was tight, and his acceptance of a handshake was one of well-concealed reluctance. 

His sharp eyes didn't miss the way the boy's wings puffed out, as if showing off the lavish display of feathers that he had. Almost as if establishing dominance over him — proving his high social status (or at least, his status within the school).

"Everyone's heard a lot about you from Thomas. I'm looking forward to seeing what you can do." Something about his voice was familiar, and it tugged unpleasantly at the back of his mind as he nodded politely. "You'll probably fit right in if what Thomas says is true." Moriarty's gaze shifts abruptly to the side, his lips turning downwards into a scowl. "Some advice from me to you: steer clear of the flightless."

Ah, there it was.

The one who instigated the taunting back in the cafeteria.

Patton, this time, took heed of his instincts and stepped back. "Thanks for the advice."