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"I got in a fight." Dio answers tersely. "I got in a fight with these two boys, and I put them both in the hospital— actually I put them both in a coma." His voice breaks slightly on the word but he shrugs as if it doesn't matter to him. God it does.
Dio relaxed slightly, swinging his legs back and forth. He stilled at the question. "Oh. I see what this is." He says blandly. "I'm not a threat to the safety of any of the students here I promise." He says earnestly. "I know what happened- what I did doesn't paint me in the best light. I understand I put two boys in the hospital but I had my reasons for it. Like I said; I'm not a danger to anyone here."
Dio's smile faded slightly and his features formed the beginnings of a pout as he stared up at the teacher. Damn he was tall. "I'm Eighteen." He answered slowly. "Sir, is something wrong? Because I'm increasingly confused right now."
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Andi was seriously unsure about this student. Walking into the school and just kissing boys. “I need to talk to you about something.” He crossed his arms, doing his best to seem intimidating.
“careful sir, last time someone looked at me that intensely i got laid.” he joked, pushing himself up to sit on top of the table. “you can talk to me about anything...except something that would implement me in a criminal investigation and get this sweet ass thrown into jail.”
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a wide grin split over Dio’s features as he cocked his head to the side, pushing up the sleeves of his leather jacket, tattoo’s barely peeking from underneath the dark cloth. it wasn’t exactly unusual for people to come up and talk to him, but it was a rarity to see a teacher. “hey, what’s up? is there something you need?”
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dio looked down at the girl, a small smile playing on his lips. she looked just as lost as him. “what do you need help with cara mia?” he said softly, trying to be gentle. his accent slipped, coating the Italian words easily. “I’m Dio, i’m pretty new here myself ,but I promise it isn’t as scary as it seems.” he added, mistaking her worry for fear.
the familiar language shoots a pang of confidence through her chest. “ oh, grazie a dio ! i thought i was the only one. “ she exclaims quietly, relief burning bright in her dark eyes. aria forces herself to smile, and even though she isn’t very convincing, he is helping to alleviate some of her worry. “ my name is aria. we must be friends, si ? this place won’t be as scary with another italiano by my side. “
"Io potrei usare un amico“ he replied, ducking his head as a genuine smile began spreading over his lips. “it’s a pleasure to meet you aria. i’m pretty new here myself, so it’ll be nice to have someone try to figure all this out with me.” he ran a hand through his hair before jamming it into his pocket. “you’re the first other italiano that I've met here actually. it’s nice having something from home in a place like this.”
“you suggested that I sleep in my room!” dio countered. “so i will...i’ll just bring another student with me.” he flashed her an innocent expression, not too hard to dicipher from under his mask. “I like to cuddle, that’s all.”
“i’d be more than happy to start a fight.” dio murmurs. “or at least bet on one.” the Italian sighs, drawing his eyes away from the massive A on Adrian’s mask. “is that ‘A’ meant to represent something?”
how long had it been since he last kissed someone? a few weeks? a month or two? dio can’t help his grin as the smaller male tugs at his sleeves- his smile against min jae’s lips turns the kiss clumsy before he rights it happily. he’s forced to pull himself away but only once he’s sure min jae is breathless dark eyes dropping to the watch other boy’s lips as he reluctantly leans back. “my room or yours?” he asks, voice low. “and decide quickly Tesoro.”
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The mask gave her the confidence of before the incident, before the scar, and Ruby loved it. “So, tall dark and handsome, what brings you to Plath? I mean, you’ve got to have some really fucked up secret, right? Spill!”
dio cocked a brow, looking down at the smaller girl. he always found it amusing how small people were compared to his 6″3 frame. “tall dark and handsome?” he mused. “thank you cara mia, I like the sound of that. how about.. you tell me yours and i’ll tell you mine.”
dio admired the hint of a blush over the smaller boy’s cheeks, cute. the Italian tutted softly, “don’t be a tease Tesoro.” he murmered, the sound barely audible over the music. dio’s grip on him tightened slightly as his patience waned- he’d never been good at waiting- and captured Min Jae’s lips eagerly.
“Tesoro.” he corrected. “it means treasure. i’m Italian.” dio pushed off the wall with a curious grin. “hospitals.” he said mirroring Min Jae’s answer. he reached for the smaller boy, an arm looping around his waist as he pulled him closer. “you should kiss me bambino, and then decide if we’re going to your room or mine.”
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“my name’s extremely Italian.” he replied with a wave of his hand, “I get it.. wait that’s a lie. my name is extremely greek, but my nickname is very Italian.” he babbled uselessy. “you know I could always teach you? I mean our masks are on anyway and only we know we’re us. plus no-one would be paying attention to us, they’re all too busy re-filling their cups of spiked punch.”
“I can’t disagree with that.” dio retorted, “I must say I expected more from a place like PLATH.” he murmered before eyeing Min Jae curiously. “which reminds me; what’s a Tesoro like you doing in a place like plath?” he asked, leaning against the wall.
“hey I can be very inspiring!” dio protests, a grin forming over his lips the longer he watches the other. “Cillian.” he repeated with a firm nod. “I like it Gattino.” the brunette pushed off the wall, “you don’t have to leave your shoe, but if you’re going to be my Cinderella than you should dance with me Tesoro, consider it a warm up for when you leave me on a hopeless chase at midnight.”
Dio took his hand- kissing the back of it rather than shaking it. “well I write sins not tragedies.” he quipped with an easy smile. “do you really hate parties that much bambino?”
