"Bored out of my mind!"

Roomed in dorm 411 with Mukuro Ikusaba.

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Far Away {Matt & L} || Closed

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  Matt rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, “I’ve finished it all by now." He wasn’t lying. He’d rather get it done as fast as he could and turned in as fast as he could so he wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore. So far he did the assignments he received since he came here as soon as he got them, putting in his "whole-ass" effort.

  “The sooner I finish it the sooner I can get back to these babies," He lifted up the handheld console and shook it slightly, showing it off and to prove whatever point he was attempting to make, "and I think it’s pretty cool to have created a club dedicated to it, you know?" He felt like he was, for lack of a better word, home.

  “We’ve never really spoken outside of the classroom before, there a reason why you came here, of all places?" Matt shifted in his seat and shoved a hand in his pant pockets, fidgeting with his carton of cigarettes.

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Well, at least he wasn’t letting the games disrupt his school work. Why come to a school to simply fail all one’s classes? Eyes drifting towards the controller, his expression flattened. Not only was he so absorbed into it, but it was also his inspiration to do better in his studies. 

"I suppose. Why make a club that would teach useful life skills when there is a club opening for games?" Although he was being sarcastic, not a hint of it laced his voice. 

Pulling up a chair, he placed one foot on the cushion, hoisted himself into the chair, and squatted as his shoe lined against the other. With fingers pinching the backing, he stared at Matt for a moment before answering. “Why do you think I am here?” 

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  He watched his teacher and "Maybe to check up on me? I don't know." It was a possibility. Nothing else really made much sense to him, how the hell should he know? "Though honestly I doubt that's it. I'd just be firing out blanks unless you tell me." The thought that it might've been about his missing memory came to mind and maybe L would help shed light on that situation, but he didn't even want to bring it up. Being in the same room with someone he barely talked to before made him.. kind of uncomfortable.

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{alright while i'm at it i'm gonna work on a relationships page for matt so iif you want to be on it or anything just like this post or you can send an ask about it thumbs up}

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room no. 411 | matt&mukuro

     A call slip out of class and a shuffling of all her belongings led to Mukuro being placed in a freshly-opened dorm block; room number four-hundred-eleven would be her new home, and she assumed with her reassignment would come another new roommate who would likely irk the soldier. She thought little of it though as she promptly left her eighth-period class in favor of making her new room feel homely, however possible that would be.

     It didn’t seem as though any other occupants would be coming any time so she safely assumed they wouldn’t come for a while… which left her to complete solitude as she fit clothes and belongings in dresser drawers, appropriate weaponry under her bed, all in a militaristic form; her part of the room would make any drill sergeant proud, even with the bed re-made with properly tucked corners and little embellishments like accessory pillows removed to present a perfect example of what a soldier’s living space should look like.

     She had just been fitting herself into the safe silence that came with lack of surrounding people… a serene expression glazed over her usual mask of unshakable coolness…

     ….until an unexpected unlocking noise at the doorknob disturbed her short-lived peace; the soldier promptly un-slouched and nearly sat at attention to view who was invading her privacy. A boy of her own age walked in as though he owned the room—what was a boy of all creatures doing placing itself in her new room? She had also assumed that of all things to be entering her room, it’d be a female of all things… unless this school didn’t go by ordinary rules?

     Regardless, her poker face assumed naturally, her words greeting the intruder with no personal bias. "May I ask what you’re doing in my room?" No hesitation to interrogate this stranger. Surely she wasn’t going to be sleeping and showering with a boy; this wasn’t a military function, it wasn’t as if the school was running short on funds that they had to resort to rooming anyone together to avoid… something. Mukuro wasn’t sure where she was going with that thought, either, though she was simply dissatisfied with the school’s decision - if it were theirs - and she only hoped there had been a mix-up… or for this roommate to be quiet and not disturbing to her comfortable atmosphere.

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  He wasn't entirely sure what called for his new room assignment, maybe the fact that his previous roommate was AWOL. Not that he really cared, he got out of having to meet them eventually. But, he'd have a new roommate he had to deal with, he was certain of it. Maybe if he was lucky it'd be a cute girl. He never brought much with himself, just his phone, cigarettes, and 3DS in his back pocket. Not very many people have one here, he noted. But there were few that he could streetpass at the very least.

  Upon making it to the room, he unlocked the door and walked in without a moment's hesitation. He barely even had a chance to look around the room before hearing a rather stern voice ask him what he was doing in their room. Ask and you shall receive, Matt. Cute roommate.

  "I'm your roommate." His answer was short, sure, he wanted to take a jab at flirting with her, but the whole moving into a new room left him just wanting to put his own things in the room, or at least re-unpack them. Whatever the customs were with moving your things at this school. He examined her for a couple minutes before glancing towards his side of the room and taking his game out, opening it while walking over and sitting at the edge of his bed. All he really wanted to do right now was relax. She didn't look like she'd bother him often, and he assumed their interactions would.. more or less, be nonexistent.

  Not if he could help it, of course. "I'm Matt." He spoke without looking up from the screen, gotta get introductions out of the way, right?

  Oh-- Agnes died. He wasn't paying attention to her health... Oops. Phoenix down that shit.

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Depth of Pure Blue {Matt & Hiyori} || Closed

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    Matt only felt himself getting angrier and angrier, “No concern to me? You came up to me, lady. You picked a fight with me." Chill out, Matt. Calm down. She’s nobody to you, don’t let her get to you more. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I won’t do it again." Matt started to tap his foot, growing increasingly impatient and finishing off the cigarette, VERY tempted to just blow it right in her face. But he held back, he didn’t want to deal with her anymore.

  He rolled his eyes on the comment about his goggles. He didn’t feel like wasting anymore of his time or breath on her and the moment she leaves he was just gonna haul ass back to either his dorm room or the club room. He knew the things he said before must have hurt her, and that was enough to satisfy him on his own. When he got angry all he wanted was to lash out and poison them with his words. He could have gone at it a better way this time, he thought, and he’d probably regret it later, thinking what he could have said or he could have reacted differently. As of now, he’d hold back whatever urge he had to harm her further.

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Hiyori opened her mouth to shout back, but she caught herself.  This boy was right, despite how much Hiyori did not want to admit it.  She did pick a fight with him….and it was rude of her to chide him over something that wasn’t necessarily very important.  She still thought he was very much a delinquent, but perhaps she didn’t need to be quite so aggressive…

But just stepping down now would make her look weak, wouldn’t it?  …But she did want to apologize, even though this boy might not accept it.  

Gah, she was stuck!

Hiyori waited until Matt had finished rebuking her, and watched him carefully as he lit another cigarette.  She half expected him to blow it in her face to get back at her, but he did not such thing.  Rather, he remained silent…thinking what?  Hiyori had no way of knowing.  So she fell quiet, as well, directing her eyes to the ground in an attempt to think of what to say.  

Apologize again, her mind screamed.  But would that really do anything?  Could that really help?

Well….maybe.  After all, what was done was done.  All that remained was to patch it up.

"You’re right, I did pick a fight with you," Hiyori softly began.  "And I know this may not excuse what I’ve done but…I’m sorry.  I’m sorry to have said that to you and to have made you so angry."

She managed the smallest of smiles.  ”I won’t bother you again, okay?”

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  He was satisfied that at the very least she accepted that this was her fault. But, he wasn't going to let her off that easy with just an apology and smile. "Treat me to dinner. Then I'll let you off the hook completely." His tone dimmed down from the earlier harshness to a dull one. She did kind of owe him for her earlier behavior. If he could get something out of the encounter that'd be fantastic, though, he was expecting to get rejected on the suggestion. Not that he'd care.

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Eye of Horus {Matt & Bebe} || Closed

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  Matt watched her seemingly, internally, try to convince herself that he was speaking to her. Did she not get called cute often? He smiled when she answered, Bebe seemed to fit her, as far as names fitting people went. When she started to cough he panicked a little, did she inhale some smoke? He was trying to avoid that. He pulled off one of his gloves and started to rub her back, hoping it was comforting at the very least. “Sorry.. about that. I won’t smoke around you, I hear secondhand smoke is worse than firsthand and I wouldn’t want to harm you with this dumb habit of mine.”

  Maybe he could play with the idea of quitting again. Just, not cold turkey.

[freeshoesplease]

Oh she must’ve looked like an idiot to him now. A coughing idiot who couldn’t even take the smoke from a cigarette, he could blame Craig for that. Not that he’d ever be meeting Craig anyways, she hoped. She was quick to move away when she felt his hand on her back, he didn’t need to trouble himself with her. She waved her hand in dismissal. "I’m fine I’m fine, swear! Like..totally fine." Okay, she’s a bad liar because after that she started up coughing again, but she made sure to keep a smile on her face.

"I just..gotta get used to it is all. Or maybe you could do it, just not around me." Implying that they’d actually see each other again, smooth move Bebe. "I—," quick, she’s got to think of something to say so he wouldn’t lose interest, "It’s a nice…evening, isn’t it?"

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  He wasn't surprised when she moved from him, it was his fault she was coughing in the first place. He only nodded with a wary smile when she confirmed that she was fine, but he still felt kind of bad for it. She continued coughing, too, but he wouldn't bring it up. He was outside of the cafeteria and it made sense that someone would stumble across him in the first place. Dumb move, Matt. Sliding the glove back on, he shoved his hands in his pant pockets.

  Did she want to see him again? She was pretty cute, he'd have no problem in the least with that. He wouldn't deny that he wanted to see more of her, too.

  "It's captivating, but to be honest I think there's an even better sight right here." He was talking about her, of course.

  He was actually worried if they split up here they might not see each other for awhile and if it meant maybe at least getting some form of contact he'd ask, anyway, "We could probably grab a bite together sometime later, can we trade phone numbers?" He was fidgeting with the phone in one of his pockets preparing to pull it out.

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Throne of Stars {Matt & Konoe} || Closed

  One thing that caught Matt's eye first thing in the morning was someone with apparent cat ears additionally equipped with the tail. He went to the cafe to grab a quick drink and bite, and his waiter was something to look at.

  "You look like someone, er, something, that came straight out of an rpg." He hadn't realized he spoken aloud, shuffling in his wallet to pay for his edibles. "Those real?" He gestured his attention to the cat ears, not realizing what he said may be rude. They were really interesting to look at, and with what he's seen at the school, it's not something normal. Right?

[academemes]

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Must like or reblog this post. Reblogging will earn you (1) entry, liking will do the same. Doing both will give you (2) entries! 

Must be a part of the masterlist - you may put any or all of your characters in this raffle, they must each participate from their own blogs, though.

And that is it! The lottery’s prize will, again, not be publicly announced until the winner has been drawn. Until then, have fun entering and taking a guess at what it may be!

♥ 4

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  Woozy. Note to self, never fall asleep halfway through the day and while playing a game.

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  Each and every one of his dreams this particular night involved guns. The one that stood out the most was when he was shot multiple times, eventually bleeding out. That was.. a vaguely familiar experience..?

  Let's not think about it now. There were also the bombs; he passed it back around a couple times with one other person, panicking, then later ended up getting yet another and before he could even blink. There he went. Out like a light.

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Depth of Pure Blue {Matt & Hiyori} || Closed

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    Listening to her was giving him a headache, how many girls were gonna yell at him upon meeting him? Disrespect to the school? Is this chick serious? “Tch, you’ve gotta be kidding me, did I ruffle your big girl panties by stepping on that flower back there?" He scowled, "who do I think I am? Who the hell do you think you are?” His tension levels were definitely rising, and the thought of not pulling out another cigarette weighed heavy on his mind, but not heavy enough. Who gave a shit about the shit-storm that might follow after, she’s being ridiculous. He pulled out another, lit it, and inhaled a very, very, very deep puff of smoke.

  “What are you, my mother?" Scolding him like this.. fucking stupid.

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What was this?  This guy was getting very upset very fast….and the words he spat at Hiyori were enough to make her blood boil.  But this boy seemed to be quite aggressive, and his words were like daggers that immediately rended Hiyori’s flesh.  

She didn’t want to stand down, no, but she also didn’t want to push too much to make this person any angrier.  She had to be firm, but maybe not too much so…

Ignoring that earlier comment about her anger over him stepping on flowers, Hiyori gripped the strap of the messenger bag carrying her homework and glared at the red head.  ”Excuse me?  Who I am is of no concern to you,” she replied, ignoring the nervous shaking of her legs.  ”I don’t want to get into a fight with you, so just don’t do it again, okay?”

She really wanted to leave, now.  In hindsight, it was probably bad that she had even started yelling at him in the first place.  

"Look, I’m sorry for yelling at you before, okay?  Now just calm down and we can go on our way."

Just one more jab, Hiyori.

"And I’m not nearly old enough to be your mother.  Those goggles of yours obviously don’t improve your vision much."

There we go.

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  Matt only felt himself getting angrier and angrier, "No concern to me? You came up to me, lady. You picked a fight with me." Chill out, Matt. Calm down. She's nobody to you, don't let her get to you more. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I won't do it again." Matt started to tap his foot, growing increasingly impatient and finishing off the cigarette, VERY tempted to just blow it right in her face. But he held back, he didn't want to deal with her anymore.

  He rolled his eyes on the comment about his goggles. He didn't feel like wasting anymore of his time or breath on her and the moment she leaves he was just gonna haul ass back to either his dorm room or the club room. He knew the things he said before must have hurt her, and that was enough to satisfy him on his own. When he got angry all he wanted was to lash out and poison them with his words. He could have gone at it a better way this time, he thought, and he'd probably regret it later, thinking what he could have said or he could have reacted differently. As of now, he'd hold back whatever urge he had to harm her further.

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headcanon: romance & affection!

Romance:

  Matt’s usually pretty clueless with romance, the only experiences he really received in it were via games. His pick-up lines reference games almost constantly and are.. bad. His idea of it is generally pretty warped so any romantic gesture out of him was probably thanks to a video game.

Affection:

  With people he likes he’s kind of like a puppy, overly affectionate. He’s very touchy and if they’re actually dating he tries to sneak in kisses every chance he gets. He gets jealous really easily even if they aren’t dating but manages to store that away rather quickly.

[academemes]

academeme sunday }}

2/15 Drabble/Headcanon Words: romance, sorrow, loneliness, affection, companionship, yearning, feelings.

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Truth/Dare: Self-explanatory. Please don’t send dares that might make someone too uncomfortable! General Headcanons: Send someone a word they can make a headcanon for. General Drabbles: Send someone a drabble prompt. Ask Mun/Muse: Ask the character or their roleplayer anything! You can also send them these below (they’re IC, however).

Queen: Did you enjoy yourself at the dance? Or did you not go? King: Did you have a date? Who was it, if so?  Princess: Did you give any sort of Valentine’s gifts to anyone? Prince: Who did you want to win for each royal court spot? Duchess: What did you wear to the dance, if you attended? Or, who did you spend time with at the bonfire? Duke: Do you enjoy Valentine’s Day as a holiday? Why or why not? Jester: What is your favorite part of Valentine’s Day? Jack: Will you be out getting the 50% off Valentine’s Day candy? What kind is your favorite?

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  Matt wasn't sure what to do for Bebe as he couldn't remember if he went on a date before coming to the academy, so he just bought her a bouquet of flowers. Sometime after hanging out with her for however long she excused herself and he stumbled across her slow-dancing with, uh, Stan, was it? Later, ending up wandering around himself until it was over and by the end of it walked her back to her room. He couldn't really sleep afterwards so he spent the night playing games in the clubroom.

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  He felt sweat run down his neck, his body cooling down after running this way. If it weren’t for his goggles the sweat from his forehead might have made it’s way in his eyes somehow, but he felt.. rude. He lifted them up to the top of his head and wiped the sweat on the back of his hand. He felt a lump rising in his throat but he did his best to swallow it down, “Yes." He choked it out. What if he was wrong? What if she didn’t send it? He shoved the thoughts to the back of his head, don’t step on your dick now, Matt.

  “I’ll um— I’ll.. Be your valentine. If I’m wrong that it’s you in the first place I’ll probably feel like a loser over this but, I want to get to know you a little better. I’m here because of you. To be honest, even if it turns out I’m wrong, I’m actually kind of hoping that you were the one that put it in my locker,” His stomach clenched with how nervous he was, “and on my way here I remember seeing posters about a dance tonight and I was wondering you’d," another lump, puuush it down, "if you’d go with me."

  He didn’t want to sound nervous so he spoke as clearly and firm as he could, how pathetic would that be? Hey this guy over here wants to go to the dance with you but he’s shaking in his boots. He was prepared for rejection, prepared for his own reaction, he’d brush it off and just head back to the clubroom, if he’s wrong.

[freeshoesplease]

Her eyes widened in surprise now. So he did know. What could she do? There were two options. One, blow him off and pretend that it wasn’t her and call him crazy or two, actually fess up that she was the one who sent it. While option one had it’s benefits, she couldn’t do that to him. She couldn’t make him look like a fool even if it meant some embarrassment for her. Decisions decisions..she knew what she had to do. The tricky part was wording it correctly.

"Be my valentine…?" she mumbled quietly as she turned to face him now, "W-wait." her eyes now scanned his features, this wasn’t just some prank. He was completely serious with what he said, he really did know it was her. "Am I that obvious?"

She couldn’t deny, it was embarrassing to be found out after what she had said in that letter. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks right about now, and her stomach began to turn in anticipation. "You’re not wrong..it was me. I just didn’t expect you to figure it out at all. I’m actually really..surprised." she smiled now, feeling somewhat at ease. "So yeah. I’ll go with you, you big dork." she giggles now, playfully punching his chest. What a nerd. "I wanna get to know you better too, you know."

"Maybe you can take me out on a date one of these days."

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  He listened very closely to every word that came out of her mouth and they seemed to lock into his head. Instant relief filled him up when she confirmed that it was indeed her whom sent the letter, exhaling a breath he didn't realize he was holding in. His expression softened into a small smile, showing how relieved he was. The feeling was weird for him, to be frank. It was different, but it was nice.

His smile only widened more when she agreed to go with him, and laughing when she punched him. "I'll pick you up before the dance, then! And you can definitely count on a date, we could talk about it after? Or, I dunno, maybe I could just surprise you with it sometime."

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  Matt began his usual routine in the morning, briefly remembering it was Valentine’s Day today. He picked up a couple games from the counter that he ordered for the club with the money in his apparent savings account, bought some candies, dropped them off, and went to grab something from his locker.

  The first thing he noticed upon opening was a card sitting idly on top of his usual stuff. His memory wasn’t bad, he knew he hadn’t set it in there. Jumping to the conclusion that maybe he had some secret admirer? He picked it up, examining it for a moment and took a deep, long breath before exhaling and reading it.

  He immediately thought of Bebe; she’d shown up in his dreams for the past couple nights, and although he couldn’t remember much of what happened in them at this point, he remembered the small things she did. It definitely couldn’t be Hiyori, she’s always up his ass about being a ‘delinquent’ because of his mannerisms and the fact he smokes. Matt held the card close to his chest and closed the locker, “Sorry Kev, looks like something else came up." With that, he took off running.

  He had no idea if he even had the right person but a feeling in his gut kept him going. He.. also had no idea where her dorm was, resulting in him making a stop by the Student Services Office asking if they knew which block and what room Bebe was in. She had to be the only Bebe at the school. As soon as he obtained it he, again, took off running.

  Please, please be in your room. He barely knew anything about her. What if she wasn’t there? If she was a part of clubs would they be holding events? What if he ran into her on the way? If she wasn’t in her room he planned on searching everywhere for her, hopefully not just missing her by a small bit, like in those cliche movies. This entire thing was a giant cliche.

  He was only slightly out of breath once he made it to the room, steeled his nerves, and knocked on her door, card still in hand. His heart was beating so fast and the adrenaline gave him the boost he needed to just run nonstop. Thank god he was in good shape. But, if she wasn’t here, where would she be?

[freeshoesplease]

There she was sitting in her room now, alone. Wendy had gone off to do..whatever it is she does, but not before telling Bebe that she’d be home late tonight since it was Valentine’s Day. Whatever, she’d be just fine here by herself. Wendy could go enjoy herself today and tell her all about it tomorrow with their usual gossip.

This was actually the first Valentine’s Day that Bebe had ever thought to give someone else something without being worried about getting something in return. Though she couldn’t shake the feeling about not leaving her name with the card. Maybe she should’ve..no. That’d be bad, a guy knowing about your feelings puts them at an advantage. They think they can do whatever they want with you just because you like them. You had to be cautious with things like these. 

Her thoughts were soon interrupted as she heard the knock on her door. Now who could that be? Probably just Craig or Clyde coming to make fun of her for being all by herself. She was just about ready to give them a piece of her mind this time. With that, she slowly got out of bed, still in her pajamas mind you, and went to the door. With a sigh, she opens it not bothering to look at the person, she just goes straight off "Look, if you’re here to make fun of me or something I don’t want hea—" that’s when she took it upon herself to actually take a look and to her surprise, it was Matt.

"…Matt. I.." She quickly turns her gaze to the side, not facing him now. How’d he know where her dorm was? For what reason was he here? This could only mean one thing. Was she that obvious? Did he know that she was the one who gave him the card? "What’re you doing here?"

[foggedgoggles]

  He felt sweat run down his neck, his body cooling down after running this way. If it weren't for his goggles the sweat from his forehead might have made it's way in his eyes somehow, but he felt.. rude. He lifted them up to the top of his head and wiped the sweat on the back of his hand. He felt a lump rising in his throat but he did his best to swallow it down, "Yes." He choked it out. What if he was wrong? What if she didn't send it? He shoved the thoughts to the back of his head, don't step on your dick now, Matt.

  "I'll um-- I'll.. Be your valentine. If I'm wrong that it's you in the first place I'll probably feel like a loser over this but, I want to get to know you a little better. I'm here because of you. To be honest, even if it turns out I'm wrong, I'm actually kind of hoping that you were the one that put it in my locker," His stomach clenched with how nervous he was, "and on my way here I remember seeing posters about a dance tonight and I was wondering you'd," another lump, puuush it down, "if you'd go with me."

  He didn't want to sound nervous so he spoke as clearly and firm as he could, how pathetic would that be? Hey this guy over here wants to go to the dance with you but he's shaking in his boots. He was prepared for rejection, prepared for his own reaction, he'd brush it off and just head back to the clubroom, if he's wrong.

[freeshoesplease]

She’s not usually the one giving out the gifts on Valentine’s Day, but she’s willing to make an exception just this once, especially for a guy like him. He’s been appearing in her dreams quite a lot recently from what she can vaguely remember. Everything seemed so real there. It was real as far as she’s concerned, dream or not. So she’s just going to slip a card into his locker, but not sign it with her name. Maybe he’ll figure it out or maybe he won’t. Either way..here’s what it says:

Dear Matt,

I have to be honest, I don’t know much about you yet. I’m sort of admiring you from afar even though we’ve already met. This isn’t..even like me really. I usually jump headfirst when it comes to things like these. I’ve never actually been shy with a guy. I’m always confident, but I find it different with you. I hope in the future we’re able to talk more. I’d like to get to know you a lot better maybe. But for now..even though I’m not leaving my name with this, I’d like to ask you to be my Valentine. Kinda like a secret valentine thing..hehe. Well whatever, I’ll see you around soon I’m sure.

And with that, she slips the card into his locker. He’ll find it there later.

[foggedgoggles]

  Matt began his usual routine in the morning, briefly remembering it was Valentine's Day today. He picked up a couple games from the counter that he ordered for the club with the money in his apparent savings account, bought some candies, dropped them off, and went to grab something from his locker.

  The first thing he noticed upon opening was a card sitting idly on top of his usual stuff. His memory wasn't bad, he knew he hadn't set it in there. Jumping to the conclusion that maybe he had some secret admirer? He picked it up, examining it for a moment and took a deep, long breath before exhaling and reading it.

  He immediately thought of Bebe; she'd shown up in his dreams for the past couple nights, and although he couldn't remember much of hat happened in them at this point, he remembered the small things she did. It definitely couldn't be Hiyori, she's always up his ass about being a 'delinquent' because of his mannerisms and the fact he smokes. Matt held the card close to his chest and closed the locker, "Sorry Kev, looks like something else came up." With that, he took off running.

  He had no idea if he even had the right person but a feeling in his gut kept him going. He.. also had no idea where her dorm was, resulting in him making a stop by the Student Services Office asking if they knew which block and what room Bebe was in. She had to be the only Bebe at the school. As soon as he obtained it he, again, took off running.

  Please, please be in your room. He barely knew anything about her. What if she wasn't there? If she was a part of clubs would they be holding events? What if he ran into her on the way? If she wasn't in her room he planned on searching everywhere for her, hopefully not just missing her by a small bit, like in those cliche movies. This entire thing was a giant cliche.

  He was only slightly out of breath once he made it to the room, steeled his nerves, and knocked on her door, card still in hand. His heart was beating so fast and the adrenaline gave him the boost he needed to just run nonstop. Thank god he was in good shape. But, if she wasn't here, where would she be?

[foggedgoggles]

Eye of Horus {Matt & Bebe} || Closed

[foggedgoggles]

  He inhaled a deep puff of smoke and held it in his lungs for a couple seconds, listening to her chastising him for smoking, he exhaled before turning his head towards her—Oh, hello, cute blonde at 9’oclock—and nodding, “It’s not a problem, I’d have to consider myself pretty lucky that a cute girl would even bother with the time of day with me," He stretched his harms to the sky, "even if it were a mistake.”

  She looked embarrassed and he felt fluttery seeing it. She was really cute, and the tucking of her hair behind her ear emphasized it. He finished off his cigarette, making sure not to blow the last puff of it in her direction and putting it out on the ground with his boot. He tugged on the goggles dangling around his neck, “I guess someone should know the name of the person they just went off on, right? I’m Matt." He’s not smooth at all but at the very least if he never sees her again he’d at least like to know her name.

[freeshoesplease]

Oh my goodness, he acknowledged her without insult..that’s something new. Most men she encountered here had a thing or two to say about her and it was never good. "…Cute girl?" emerald hues widened in surprise. Cute? It’s not like she thought she was ugly or anything, it was just a first that any guy had ever told her she was cute without having someone prod them to do it. He meant it right? He’s not just saying that? Is she dreaming? A pinch to her skin just to make sure she’s not. Just to make sure, she took care to look to her left and right and even to the back just to make sure there was no one there.

That’s when it hit her, he was talking to her. Cheeks now slightly flushed as she looked at the red head, "…Matt." her voice was shaky, probably because she was trying to get her words together, "…I’m Bebe." she gave a smile after introducing herself, but it just so happens some of the cigarette smoke had floated over to her, causing a cough and a wheeze. Great. Here she is wheezing..in front of a cute boy she just met.

[foggedgoggles]

  Matt watched her seemingly, internally, try to convince herself that he was speaking to her. Did she not get called cute often? He smiled when she answered, Bebe seemed to fit her, as far as names fitting people went. When she started to cough he panicked a little, did she inhale some smoke? He was trying to avoid that. He pulled off one of his gloves and started to rub her back, hoping it was comforting at the very least. "Sorry.. about that. I won't smoke around you, I hear secondhand smoke is worse than firsthand and I wouldn't want to harm you with this dumb habit of mine."

  Maybe he could play with the idea of quitting again. Just, not cold turkey.