synopsis: a thomspr smau where micro is cramming a chemisty paper in the library, leaving a note which thomas notices and decides to help.
pairing: thomspr 𑣲
ss count: 40 𖹭.ᐟ
PART (1) (2)
PHILOMATHY
Micro's eyebrows furrowed, where could the book have possibly gone? Did someone else other than T take the book and note put it back since T always put it in the exact same spot just for him. Searching around the quiet library just trying to find that damn physical chemistry textbook Micro navigated through the quiet dim place which led him to not noticing the other person in the library along side with him, though this person never usually came at this time.
The brunette bites down on the pencil he was holding, thinking of how he would possibly ask for M's socials, should he ask for his number? Too forward. His instagram? Too awkward knowing his instagram was full of old friend group picture with the conspiracy when he was still reckless. Maybe his discord? Yeah no, too… chronically online. A soft groan escapes Thomas' lips, setting his pencil down to run a hand through his hair.
Suddenly the rustling of clothes made him look up, wondering who would come at this time, it's diming and honestly late for someone to be studying at this hour. He catches a glimpse of ghostly white hair, he tilts his head a little, curious about the figure that looked like he was haunting the place. He assumed the person was looking for something seeing that they appeared to be searching for something almost frantically. Thomas, being the good citizen he is gets up to see if he could help the stranger with ghostly white hair.
Biting his lip, Micro keeps looking for the book, almost scared that the opportunity of T was gonna escape him after all the notes they've past together. It felt out of character of him but something told him that T would be a really nice friend to have, a really nice person to talk to.
"Hello are you looking for something?"
The voice startled him, his pale skin shuddering a little as he turns around, seeing a brunette boy wearing a purple jacket look at him with kind eyes. He blinks for a second, letting his brain catch up to him before he responds.
"Uh, yeah kinda? There's this book I've um… been using for a while and it's gone from its shelf."
Micro keeps walking, feeling like he saw a glimpse of the cover of the text book behind the stranger's shoulders.
Thomas could see the panic in the pale stranger's eyes, he almost felt bad, maybe this person also had a sticky note pen pal like he did and was looking for the book they shared. He follows the stranger, wanting to assist him in anyway he can that he hadn't really notice that they were approuching the table he was using with all his stuff and materials.
"Oh I see, what's the title of the book?"
He asks, the stranger not responding immediately. For a moment Thomas looked at the stranger—really looked. He had snow white hair and pale skin with a loose lavender hoodie, it reminded him of an actual ghost which reminded him of M, which he shrugged off before the stranger spoke once more.
"Right uh… It's a Physical Chemistry book."
That made the tanned skin man stop for a moment, he questioned if he heard the stranger correctly but he had no doubt that his hearing was fine as ever, maybe it was just a coincidence right? What if this stranger had a penpal who also studied Physical Chemisty just like M. But then again Thomas thought, he never went at this hour, it was possible that he never saw M because he always came at the wrong time. Thomas decided to just go for it, not letting the chance slip way to see if this could truly be M.
Micro kept searching, looking up and down the shelves. He felt the brunette stranger not speak anymore, maybe he ws looking for the book along side him. Before he could turn to the next row of books he felt a hand grab his wrist, one of his eyebrows rose and turned to the arm, following the figure to see the stranger again, holding..
The exact Physical Chemistry book he was looking for.
"How did you…"
"Hi M, it's me.."
A breath forcefully hitched in Micro's throat hearing someone say the letter M, which was completely weird and crazy but now seeing the stranger his brown hair and matching eyes reminded him of T, not to mention the fox keychain hanging on his denim belt loops.
"Oh. You're…"
A chuckle manages to punch it's way out of Thomas' lungs looking at Micro's panic slowly disappear from his eyes. He puts down the book on the table, letting Micro's arm go and reaches for a handshake this time.
"Yup that's me. I'm Thomas."
"Oh yeah yeah right uh, I'm Micro."
vainotes: another twt repost!!! lowkey rushed this but i hope yall enjoyed this one!!!
the trolley problem except the guy tied to one set of tracks is your friend and someone you trust and one of the few people in the world that you genuinely like and he's begging for his life and he's saying that you're murdering him and he's screaming and clawing and running like a wild animal. on the other set of tracks is every living thing on the planet. its a no brainer, obviously. but he will still scream. this happened to my good friend eva stratt
Me when someone came in at work with multiple stab wounds via screwdiver and pericardial effusion on bedside ultrasound: "Wow this is just like the thing I did to Thomas in my fanfic"
hi since ur taking requests can you please draw johpiel or cyn I miss them so much
I am totally using this request as an excuse to draw DaD Trihelm lolll they could have been so good as a duo during DaD I’m so serious. Both from religious Backrounds and and experienced great tradegedies involving fire, but one of them loses their faith as a result, and the other one becomes even more dedicated. I think that’s such an interesting dynamic and I wish Jophiel hadn’t died so early 😔 I miss her :(
Also a little Cyn doodle since you asked for them too!!
