I'd love a silly little snippet with a Hero x Villain, who realize they're the same age and most likely go to the same school, and oh geez they seem to have a class together too, because they have the same shitty teacher, High School or Uni, whatever works for you ^-^
“You are as dull as dishwater,” the villain muttered — more to themselves than to the hero — and continued to listen to the hero’s long sermon about justice. However, the hero was a bit sharper than the villain had thought.
“I beg your pardon?” Why was the hero chuckling, though?
“No, no. My bad. Please, go on.” The villain raised their hand in a somewhat apologetic gesture, or at least they tried with their body bound to a broken streetlamp.
Usually, the You-are-as-dull-as-dishwater-comment was followed by a “I’ve never seen such lazy graduates,” but that hadn’t seemed very fitting in a situation like this. The villain had mainly said it because the hero’s boring ass speech had reminded them of the most deadening professor they had. This professor was always throwing the dishwater comment at his students when no one was torturing themselves by listening to his hour long speeches that could be summarised in ten minutes.
“Oh, right.” The hero grinned and tried to continue but as soon as they opened their mouth, they closed it again, squeezing their eyes shut, tilting their head and clearly fighting the urge to laugh. “Sorry, give me a second, alright?”
The villain arched a brow. “Sure, take your time.”
With their hand on their mouth and nearly teary eyes, the hero turned around and giggled to themselves before they faced the villain again and bit their lip.
“Sorry—” a chuckle “—fuck, this is so stupid. Okay, where was I?” By now, the villain was smiling, too. Not necessarily because they knew the reason of the hero’s sudden outburst but because the hero’s laugh was so damningly contagious. And they looked so stupidly cute.
“…justice cannot be repaid with kindness…?” the villain offered.
“Oh, yeah. Yep. Yes. Cool. Cool. Puhhh—” The hero was grinning, close to breaking again. “Fuck, sorry. It’s just…it’s an inside joke in my class. The thing you said, I mean. The dishwater thing. My professor says that all the time and we all make fun of it.”
No way.
“Wait. You don’t happen to have the laziest graduates ever in your biology class, then?” The villain grinned until it hurt. They had never been happier to cause chaos on campus.
“No fucking way.” The hero let out another one of those cute laughs and they even jumped a bit. “Oh my god. I thought I made a fool out of myself when I started laughing. You’re in that class, too?!”
“You are a fool already. And yes, I am. Have you started the assignment yet?” The hero looked at them and for a terrible moment their questioning look was close to You haven’t?!
Sleeping in this biology class was deadly.
Sleeping in any biology class is deadly.
So, it wasn’t that improbable that the hero had finished it compared to the villain who was a procrastinator through and through. They still had two days left, though. Not that bad.
“Nope. My pages are still blank.” The villain let out a heavy breath of relief. All those years in school they had learnt to love such words. Words of the same laziness and motivation lacking actions the pupils around them were drenched in.
No one likes to do what they’re told. People tend to be incredibly lazy.
Sometimes, the villain wondered why schools even existed, then. But in those times they would remember the value of their education and the importance of academic achievement and holy shit the hero was in their class. Awesome.
“Yeah, me neither. I suck at cytology.”
“I could help you,” the hero offered. Their whole weight was on their left leg now, their hands on their hips. They stared down at the villain who was still tied to the streetlamp. “…but I guess you should stop your little pranks and thefts for a while in return.”
Seductive.
“Define a while, please,” the villain said. They were actually not that bad at cytology. Maybe they just wanted to find out who of the laziest graduates ever was their hero. Maybe they wanted to annoy the hero. They didn’t really know, yet. It was weird, the thing they were feeling. Unfamiliar. They were full of excitement and for the first time in months happy to be in that class.
“…two weeks?”
“Deal.”
The villain hadn’t hesitated.
