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【 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙮𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣 】
➮ 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾; highschool au
➮ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗌); boyxboy, short!corbyn
corbyn groans as his heels meet the ground again. even after lifting onto his tiptoes he can't reach the thing that he had come in for, and leaving the supply cupboard and walking back to his and zach's shared desk would just be downright embarrassing. why don't they have a stool in this room anyway? that would solve a lot of the blond's problems.
deciding to give it another go, corbyn raises onto his tiptoes again and tries to list his arm further. but again, he's too short and is unable to reach the tub of markers that him and zach need, only collecting dust on the tip of his fingers for his efforts.
he lets an annoyed sigh escape his lips, hands on his hips as he eyes the markers above his head with a frown.
"need some help, besson?"
corbyn's breath gets stuck in his throat at the unmistakable voice of none other than daniel seavey. that's the worst possible person that could've walked in on corbyn right now and a faint blush rises to his cheeks at the thought.
"what was that?" he asks after a moment, turning around to meet the other's eyes.
"i asked if you needed help." daniel has an amused smile on his face, looking down at the obviously irritated blond as he scoffs.
"no, i'm quite fine on my own, thank you very much" corbyn replies with a roll of his eyes, arms crossing over his chest as he feels his flush only deepen. for emphasis he snatches a pack of clay from a lower shelf, a scowl on his face as daniel just chuckles.
"i guess i just imagined you trying to get the markers from the top shelf then?" he questions with a raised eyebrow, a smirk unmistakably rising on his lips - which, corbyn thinks, is entirely out of place in this current situation.
"you must of, because i came in here for this. which is why i'll be on my way now." corbyn finishes with a huff, trying to make his way out of the small cupboard, only to have his exit blocked.
"funny" daniel says, watching as corbyn raises his eyes to look at him again, "i didn't see clay on the things listed for the project."
corbyn has to close his eyes and draw in a deep breath to stop himself from going crazy. if not, he would have his fist colliding with the other's face this moment.
"zach was the one that asked for it, and because i'm a nice friend i offered to go and get it" he retorts, eyes open and glaring into daniel's with pure annoyance.
the brunet smiles, a mischievous glint in his eyes. in that moment corbyn remembers when the two were in middle school. they still had the same petty hatred for each other, but if it were back then he would've easily been able to push past daniel. it doesn't help that daniel, along with growing to almost 6'2, had also had an obvious glow up, shoulders now broader, jawline now sharper and overall body just fitter.
