Bloody Breathing
Your name is Karkat Vantas.
 You are currently sitting in the back of your History classroom.

Your teacher, Kankri something (you forgot due to his rambling) is currently giving his "don't prank me" lecture.

You pity the poor troll who has to live through this.

A loud thump resonates throughout the classroom and you and your fellow classmates turn to look at where the sound originated from – the doorway.

Mr. Kankri pauses in his lecture and walks towards the door before opening it, revealing a teenage boy who had tripped into it.

You lean over to catch a glimpse of the troll.

He has the shortest horns ever and his skin is pink.
You blink in surprise.

Is he some mutant? You think to yourself.

Kankri's voice interrupts your thoughts. "Please sit next to Mr. Vantas."
This is going to be a long day.

[S] ==== Be John Egbert
Your name is John Egbert.

You are currently looking around the room for this "Mr. Vantas" kid. You can't find him.

Mr. Kankri sighs, "Mr. Vantas will you raise your hand so that Mr. Egbert may take his seat?"

"Over here, fuckass." said the so called ' '

You turn you head to see a boy who now has his hand up well somewhat up; lazy can't even raise your hand all the way up?

"Oh, okay," you say as you walk about to the empty seat and sit down.

You can feel "Mr. Vantas'" eyes on you. You turn to your right.

"Hi I'm John! What's your name?" You whisper-ask happily.

Everyone turns to watch the conversation. "Ha, Karkat - Karkat Vantas." He whispers back.

A small smirk is barely visible on the troll's face but it vanishes quickly. "WHAT ARE ALL YOU FUCKASSES LOOKING AT? DO I NEED TO PUT A SIGN THAT SAYS DO NOT DISTURB?"

He suddenly screeches at the small audience you two seem to have gathered.

"Gee Karkat," you say with a chipper tone of voice, "no need to shout."

He's kind of cute… Wait, what?! Cute?! No he's a guy! Bad John! I just met him anyways!

"I WILL SHOUT AT THESE IGNORANT FUCKASSES ALL I W-" Karkat begins before he's abruptly cut off by none other than Mr. Kankri.

"Mr. Vantas, Mr. Egbert, I would like you two to stay after class; you have triggered your classmates."

*1 hour later*
[S] === Be Karkat
You are currently sitting in your homeroom classroom with the new kid and about to be talked to death by Mr. Kankri.

You and John had gotten into trouble prior to this and so Kankri will hold you until lunch time.

Great, this means you are stuck with the strange mutant, pink hornless boy and a teacher that can silence you.

You pull your well-worn, charcoal-grey hoodie over your head, like you always do when you're pissed.

You let out an angry sigh, "How the fuck did we think this was even remotely good idea?" You begin to tap your fingers on the old, worn wooden table.

"C'mon Karkat! You know it was worth it! Mr. Kankri talked to his girlfriend for 30 minutes about how he was 'triggered'," John replied enthusiastically.

You roll your eyes, "Right." You sigh and turn toward the front. You just wanted this to be over. Fucking great, I'm stuck with this guy.

"Okay boys, I will be leaving for a meeting; do try to not trigger each other while I am absent," Mr. Kankri calls from his desk as he packs away his things.

"Got it teach," you reply annoyed. Now will you please fuck off? Kankri then walks out the door, his things in hand, before turning around and locking it.

"So what do you want to talk about Karkat?" John asks, suddenly beside you; invading your personal space.

Why is he so close? Does he have flushed feelings for me or something?

"I honestly don't care," you say as you bury your head in your arms, slouching on the desk.

[S] === Be John
"Hey Karkat, what are these little nubs for?" You ask curiously as you begin to rub the small horn-like nubs.

Karkat's face reddens at the touch and he bites his lip to stifle a small moan before slapping your hands away. "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH THOSE!" He shrieks loudly.

"What are they even for?" You pry.

"They're for…" Karkat buries his head in his arms again and stammers "N-NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS! Just don't touch them!"

Did he just…moan? Man if this keeps going im going to have a ball.

"And if I do touch them?" You ask, feeling confident.

Karkat lifts up his head and glares at you, "You'll be dead to me."

Man, Karkat you really are a big softy.

You voice your thoughts: "I have value?"

I wonder if he would still say that if he knew abo- Karkat's voice disrupts your thoughts,

"Significantly less worth than most people, but yeah."

Karkat…you really think I'm this awesome person?

"Gee, thanks Karkat! Usually people don't even think I can hold a pencil! You're the best!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever Egbert," he replies nonchalantly

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*Ok thank you guys for reading Bloody Breathing! Like wow I didn't really think anyone but a couple people would even find this fic but i'm glad i have some fans! :D