High School AU

            There was just something Shimoru liked about being a delinquent. Or, well, soon to be would most likely be a better explanation, since Shimoru was only starting to be one. It was rather hard to be one in his middle school, so he planned on making the best out of it during high school. Or, so he told himself. It hadn’t quite worked out during his first year, so he figured starting in his second year would be fine. That’s what he kept telling himself, anyway.

            Wylie, having started his third year, had indulged himself even more into his studies and had even gained a general idea of what he wanted to do once he graduated. He wasn’t completely sure on the exact job, but he knew for certain that he wanted something in the history department, and he was willing to work for it. Like, he figured, anyone that was dedicated to their job should be, but not everybody thought like him.

            Shimoru tended to skip his detentions without any seconds thoughts; they were boring and bland and a huge waste of time, and the teacher never really checked anyway. What did it matter to him? He only got a little bit more in trouble, and that was only when somebody caught him.

           So, of course, when he got yet another detention for “accidentally” kicking a ball into a teacher’s face, he didn’t think much about it. It really had been an accident, for one, so he didn’t quite understand why he was getting punished for it. He supposed it may have had something to do with the fact that the teacher was known to dislike him, and that said teacher’s glasses had flown off and broken upon the impact.

           And, of course, it came as a surprise to him when he saw Wylie, a boy whom he had seen inside the hallways before, pass by him, clutching a small piece of paper that Shimoru came to recognize as a detention slip and grumbling quietly to himself, muttering something about “stupid teachers” and “I was only correcting him, he didn’t have to give me detention”. Shimoru had seen him in the hallways before, he had seen him in the cafeteria and occasionally he had seen him when passing a class or even outside of school, and he had thought Wylie was fairly cute.

           It was then and there that Shimoru decided that maybe spending his detention with Wylie wouldn’t be so bad after all, so he turned around and started walking towards the room in which detention would be held. He quickened his pace and then let it even out once he reached Wylie, but it was a few moments before he decided to start up a conversation.

           “So, why’d ya get detention?” it was a simple question, but it seemed to catch Wylie’s interest as he eyed Shimoru, more so curiously than suspiciously. Shimoru grinned, pointing towards the small slip Wylie was still holding on to, causing Wylie to nod and frown, turning his attention back to the floor.

           “Well?” Shimoru prodded, sitting down next to Wylie once they reached the detention room and leaning on his elbow.

           Wylie sighed, “My teacher made a mistake, so I pointed it out, but he refused to acknowledge that I was right. I kept trying to explain to him that he was wrong and I guess he didn’t like that so he sent me to detention.” He turned to Shimoru, seemingly less tense and more relaxed. “What about you?”

           Shimoru grinned, seeing as this was a good as ever moment to try and woo Wylie over, although Wylie didn’t seem exactly impressed by the time he finished. “I accidentally kicked a football into teach’s face, I guess.”

           “Right, yes, of course.” Wylie’s face seemed to be stuck in an unreadable, although it looked unimpressed to Shimoru, deadpan as he turned away from Shimoru and went back to staring at his desk.

           Oops? I don’t think that went over well… Shimoru thought to himself and braced himself to try again. He breathed out as he mentioned, “So, hey, if you could have any superpower, what would it be?”

           “Shape shifting, I suppose.” Wylie replied, stealing a glance at Shimoru and looking back at his desk when he found Shimoru staring at him and smirking. “Invisibility wouldn’t be bad either. Why?”

           “But what if ya shape shifted into something that doesn’t have the mental capability to shape shift back and ya were stuck like that?” Shimoru replied, raising an eyebrow and trying to sound smart.

           Wylie turned his confused stare towards Shimoru, frowning a bit. “But wouldn’t your mental capability stay the same, regardless of what you shape shift into?”

           “Oh, yeah.” Shimoru stated dumbly, his gaze quickly turning into a deadpan before a new idea struck him, causing him to smirk once again and ask, “Hey, could ya help me out with a math problem real quick?”

           “Sure? I could try?” Wylie replied unsurely, raising an eyebrow at Shimoru. He didn’t have any math books, or any books, for that matter, out, so Wylie was unsure what he was referring to.

           Shimoru smirked once again, and pointed at Wylie’s pocket, “Solve for x, the equation is x equals your phone number.”

           Wylie deadpanned, sighed and turned to face the front again. Shimoru’s obvious flirting attempts were rather amusing, but he was being maybe a bit too quick to ask for his phone number. That, of course, didn’t stop him from pulling out some scrap paper and scribbling his phone number down, folding it up neatly and handing it to Shimoru.

           Shimoru took it happily, but Wylie stayed quiet afterwards, pulling out another scrap piece of paper and doodling slightly on it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Shimoru open his mouth, about to speak, and decided to speak up instead. “Tell me something.”

           “Ah…” Shimoru blinked, not having expected that. His eyebrow rose as he replied, slightly unsure of himself and whether what he was about to say would be a good thing to say, “Snails can sleep for three years straight without needin’ any food?”

           And that was the moment the clock hit the one-hour mark, signifying the end of detention, causing Wylie to stand up, Shimoru being quick to follow. Shimoru was about to finally give up as Wylie grabbed his backpack and walked briskly out the door, before turning and smiling teasingly at Shimoru, raising an eyebrow, “So? Aren’t you going to ask me out?”

           Shimoru blinked, taking a moment to process what Wylie had just asked, before smiling genuinely and widely and grabbing hold of Wylie’s arm, dragging him off to a café he had seen a while ago that seemed interesting. “I know this great, or well I hope it’ll be great, y’know what I meant, café!”