Tomtord Oneshots (Completed)

Resident Genius

smut warning,  inferred abuse
Tom as that one kid who's actually really smart but b/c he never sleeps he makes dumb mistakes and everyone thinks he is dumb but Tord is an engineering genius and he actually sees Tom's potential bc it's just a really cute idea I stole— and they were roommates (oh my god, they were roommmmmmmaaattteesss)
~31,750 words. it's really lagging my wattpad out whoops
(if anyone is wondering, I'm going by ~250 words)

Tom glanced around the nearly full classroom; there was only one seat missing. On the board, there stood a problem about unit vectors; something simple. Above that, it said "welcome back to pre-calc! :)". He took his eyes off of that and to the clock; there was one minute until the class started, and the resident genius wasn't here yet. Then again, he always came in late. Not accidentally, however, as if intended.

Speak of the devil and you shall receive.

He casually strutted into the classroom, backpack swung behind his back. Tom glanced around at his table partners and sighed; they adored the little shit. Seemed like everyone but Tom liked him.

The Norwegian tugged the chair out and sat down lazily, carelessly throwing his bag down onto the ground as he pulled out a pen that had sat in the pocket of his buttoned shirt and opened up a page of his leather notebook. You know, because he was much too formal to have a cheap one. It bulked, almost halfway filled with random squiggles of letters and algebra, numbers and triangles plenty.

The classroom was silent. Not so, however, for the fact that the walls were thin. Babbling from the other classrooms and outside of the classroom could be heard, that is if you would care enough to eavesdrop. The pale eggshell walls were bare, sometimes graffitied with small random formulae or even random drawings.

Tord, however, looked no more bored than interested. His lips tugged down naturally, cold silver eyes focused on the equation on the board as he pushed the end of his pen against his chin, eyebrows furrowing for only a split second before rushing to take down the answer.

Tom huffed, turning back to his empty piece of paper. He began to do his work; really, it was just algebra that was a little bit advanced. He pressed his pencil against the paper and scribbled through the math problem. He was done in a matter of two minutes, placing his pencil down and leaning back in his chair.

"You know, it's not good to rush," one of his table partners muttered, gently pushing on his table.

"Well, he probably got it wrong anyway, so just leave him be," another said, giving him a pitiful glance. He didn't respond, just looked up to the teacher.  

When another five minutes passed, the teacher walked out in front. "Alright, I hope that was enough time to finish." She glanced out through the sea of students. "I know most of you probably didn't get it right because it's just a preview into the next chapter, and you know what that means!" She flashed them a cheerful grin. "It's time to change seats."

Some people groaned, including Tom. At least his table usually left him alone, minus that one bitch. The teacher turned and and practically skipped to the computer.

"Remember, this is random— don't get angry at me," she hummed before pressing on the touchpad.

Everyone stood, grabbing their things and backing away from their table, Tom following suite. The teacher began to call names whilst walking through the classroom, pressing her pencil against the table she associated with the new person that was to be seated there.

Then, she called out Tom's name, causing him to snap his head up as he rushed toward the back.

The next thing he heard was the resident genius' name.