Perhaps? Shatt - College AU: I’ve been sitting in this seat all semester why did you decide to sit in it today
Shiro stopped dead in his tracks, gripping the strap of his bag.
In the seat - his seat, the one he’d occupied for every day of the semester so far - was currently taken.
The thief - Matt Holt, son of Professor Holt, and resident class smart-ass - looked back at him as if Shiro was the crazy one for wanting his seat back. “Can I help you?” He drawled, brows up.
“You’re in my seat,” Shiro told him, each word careful and slow.
Matt looked over the desk carefully. “I don’t see a name,” he replied cheerfully. “In fact, I don’t think it’s been a problem this entire semester. I haven’t sat in the same chair twice.” But he took a second look at Shiro’s unhappy stare and sighed. “Fine, I guess we’ll share.”
Before Shiro could puzzle out what that meant, Matt popped out of the seat and picked up his own bag. He raised his brows, obviously waiting for Shiro to sit. Which he did. Because it was his seat.
Immediately, Matt sat back down. In Shiro’s lap.
“You missed last week’s lecture, right?” Matt commented, as though it was perfectly normal for him to be sitting in a classmate’s lap. “You want my notes?”
Hell, Shiro wasn’t sure what he wanted, aside from a normal start to class.
...But he did need those notes, still.
“I’d appreciate that,” Shiro replied, voice utterly calm as if this happened to him every day.
Matt beamed back and dug through his bag. “Cool.”
This was definitely weird, but maybe this change wasn’t all bad.
(But Shiro definitely still wanted his seat)
[Improtu positivity bang! - Send me prompts for these pairings]