[A/N]: Hi there!, this thingie here is a two shot story I'm writing as a bonus for my readers of my main fic Cloudy Gemstones. This is centred around Love Rival and is entirely for fun and a play around with fluff, so I am less concerned with feedback for this (still, I love feedback, so any given will be highly appreciated regardless).

I won't post any A/N's at the end of this chapter, nor at the beginning of the second half of this two shot when I post it. All end notes will be at the end of the second chapter when I put it up. Also, this story is a pre-emptive birthday gift for SidekickPommy and thusly is dedicated to them, which basically means that even though I wrote this entire thing, it belongs to them and is their property.

With that out of the way, I really hope you enjoy this little ficlet and if you haven't already, please check out Cloudy Gemstones while your at it! Thank's readers, and enjoy the ride! - [A/N]


Wally Mitsuru was your average boy. Well, as average as someone like him could be. Hair a brilliant chartreuse green with a distinct style to match; one would think he liked being the centre of attention. But that was quite far from true, Wally didn't really want any attention from most people, he was the quiet and reserved type you see. It's not that he didn't enjoy the company of others, it's that he didn't enjoy the teasing he got for his hair and his weirdly pale blue eyes. So pale were they, it was almost as if his eyes were silver in hue.

One thing on a list of a few reasons Wally assumed were the cause for most of the other kids in school mocking him.

The keyword being most.

You see, little Mr. Mitsuru never had anything easy, not a single thing. Wally was short, he'd never really had much in the way of growth spurts unlike his peers, and to top it off, he even had asthma. Combined with his appearance and his classmate's jeering, Wally had little reason to smile.

But that didn't stop him, oh no.

Though the world was certainly unjust, it only fuelled his fighting spirit. A quiet spirit, seemingly invisible to all; Wally was a fighter all right, just of a different kind. He endured the plain teasing for years, sticking up for himself where he could, and always, always with a smile. Sure, his grin might have faltered here and there, but doesn't everyone stumble now and then? Nobody was perfect after all; a fact Wally was quite in-tune with.

Rumours spread pretty fast in a building full of chatty teenagers, he'd heard a few of them too. Some insinuated that it was a freak accident that caused his hair to be so crazy, others postulated that his silver eyes could swallow a person's soul. The most prolific whisper by far though? Simple really, everyone believed Wally was gay. Such gossip wouldn't normally phase a person with the mental fortitude of Wally Mitsuru, but that was exactly the problem in this case. The insults directed at his developing sexuality hurt. Not because they held the same malice that the other remarks did, rather, they wounded him because, as if by another stroke of misfortune, said rumours were true.

Until about two years ago Wally was on his own in the classroom. He wanted friends pretty badly, much like the other kids, but the status quo and his appearance cut any social gains short before they even began. All that changed when his two, soon-to-be best friends arrived. Wally didn't anticipate any change in social affairs when Mr. Stone introduced the new kids to the class, until, without any warning at all, they both took the empty seats at the back of the room. Right next to the green-haired nerd.

At first, he thought it was a total mistake.

They couldn't want to sit next to me right?

But he was proven wrong thirty minutes into the lesson. Brendan Yuuki and May Haruka were their names, and they were the most wonderful people ever, at least in Wally's eyes. May was a tough cookie; headstrong, spirited and had the physical strength to match. You wouldn't guess someone with her lithe frame would be so athletic and powerful, but she wasn't afraid to teach anybody, boy or girl, that messing with her was a terrible idea. Underneath that though was a kind and caring person. She didn't smile often (which in Wally's mind was a shame), yet she had a smile so warm it could melt all the snow in winter.

Then there was Brendan. Oh boy, where to begin with him. He was the reason for Wally's doubt for starters. Why? Well, over the course of two years in school, Wally had finally come to know the meaning of the word 'crush'. The boy in question had soft brown eyes and equally soft brown hair to match. Though slightly taller, he and Wally looked similar, well, except for the eyes and hair of course. Nobody could beat Wally's hair game, that's for sure. However, it wasn't Brendan's appearance that captivated Wally's tiny heart. It was his attitude; happy-go-lucky and carefree, with just a dash of confidence for good measure. Always kind and rarely mad, Wally assumed that Brendan was the nicest and most understanding human being alive, even if he himself didn't know it.

Over the course of a short two years, he and Brendan had developed a friendship. The kind of friendship that involved all those lame inside jokes, equally lame sleepovers and most importantly of all: the lame laughter and happiness that Wally so cherished. They grew close, so close they'd both jest they were a married couple now and then. Well, Brendan probably liked the joke for the humour; Wally secretly wished it was true though.

Of course, Wally could keep this crush of his hidden for as long as necessary. Unfortunately, life had... other plans. Wally, Brendan and May were all about to graduate this year, having nearly finished their final round of high school. Which meant that a high school formal was on the horizon. A compulsory event, an event Wally had to attend whether he liked it or not. He'd have to dress up, he'd have to dance, yet worst of all:

He'd have to find a date.

It was agonising really. The only female he could take as a cover would be May, but she already answered someone else's request. A person from another school no less, named Brawly. Due to his social status, Wally was left without any other option. It was either go alone or take Brendan.

The poor green-haired boy didn't like the idea of going alone in any case; he was nervous in crowded places, and they were much more manageable when you had someone else to talk to as a distraction.

Taking Brendan though? That required Wally to do a lot of uncomfortable things, like ask him to the dance in person, or put up with what would be publicly validated teasing. No doubt he'd hear 'Wally the Mitsuper gay' again. That was a lot to put up with, especially if the best possible result could only be rejection. After all, what were the odds that Brendan even liked... well, males, let alone Wally himself? Pretty much zero really, it didn't seem worth the risk.

So then why am I so strung up about it?

Was it because he was hoping for it to be true? Perhaps it was, it wasn't a Wally thing to do if it involved giving up on hope. But he'd been sitting on the side of a bench, thinking over all these things; some of them as far back as the beginning of high school, for quite some time now. Slowly, but surely, he was mulling over all the little details, while he sat here, at the back end of the gymnasium.

Having just been eliminated from the current round of dodgeball gave him plenty pause for thought. Physically, he was exhausted and if he hadn't been using his inhaler, he would probably be out of breath for a while. Yet he'd paid no attention to his surroundings, or even his body's own state of unrest. Too caught up in thinking; in the tumultuous storm of thought, to really notice much of anything at all.

So naturally, he didn't see May get eliminated from the round next (but not before taking two other people on the opposing team with her in the process). Wally didn't register that May had sat down next to him, didn't even realise that she was watching him.

For her part, she was curious; it wasn't like the green fluff-ball to be so silent in the presence of friends. Staring at his own feet was also not a habit Wally had formed, at least as far as May could tell anyway. Though she couldn't understand what caused his mood, May was pretty curious what could have him such a state, curious enough to say something.

"Soooooo..."

"A-ah!" Wally yelped in surprise.

She hadn't even begun talking properly, but the sudden sound spooked the green nerd good; almost jumped out of his skin in fact. May couldn't help but chuckle a little before she continued with what she meant to say.

"Heh, Sorry Wally." She said while smiling apologetically at the boy. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"I-It's f-fine." The boy sighed, heart still beating out of pace from the earlier fright.

"Anyway, what's bothering ya little buddy?"

Blunt and straight to the point, May never did like beating around the bush. That said, it wasn't rushed or an obligatory question, she was being genuine, just in a rather May-ish way.

"W-Well..." Wally began.

He really wasn't sure how to say what he needed to say. Where to begin really?

'Hey May, yeah, I really like Brendan and I wanna ask him to go to the formal with me.'

Because something like that would totally work right? He could barely say the first word, let alone the others, and he really didn't want to lose friends over something like this. That was Wally's biggest worry really, admitting it might mean losing his best friends; He'd lose the very person whom he admired if that's how it played out, and May too. It was a scary prospect, so frightening in fact that Wally just couldn't justify saying a single word about it.

"Wally, are you ok? Because I'm worried for you, you've been less talkative than normal for two weeks straight now." May said, pressing more to the point.

Two weeks straight? Horrible choice of wording, but either way, Wally didn't want to give the real answer, or even look her in the face while he told his bold lie.

"Y-yeah, I'm ok, really, never been b-better." He said quietly, fixing his stare to his feet.

May was having none of it though.

"Come on Mr. Mitsuru, At least look me in the eye when you lie." The girl stated with concern.

Dangit.

She noticed. Now Wally had to meet her gaze and make her believe that he was perfectly fine. The green-haired boy turned his head, mouth half open as he prepared to speak again; to voice his false declaration of contentment. Once he met her eyes though, the sounds stayed put; stuck in his throat and refusing to come out, no matter what orders his brain gave his lips. It was genuine concern, May wasn't annoyed that he hadn't answered, nor satisfied with a vague and dismissive answer. The brown-haired girl had nothing but care in her eyes and Wally couldn't help but feel bad about it. She was offering her help because she cared and he was slapping the metaphorical hand away. But she'd understand if she knew what Wally really wanted to say right? She would get why he hadn't wanted to speak.

May couldn't read minds though, so of course she wouldn't be able to understand that right now. She wasn't letting up either.

"Look Wally, I know something's up. You can tell me you know, I don't bite." She said this line with a smile and all it did was make Wally feel worse. The green-haired boy had hit his limit now; there was far too much guilt swirling in his gut.

Screw it.

May wanted the truth and Wally's emotional barriers were flimsy at best. He'd been exhausted by his own thoughts all week and here was someone willing to listen. Even if they disliked what they would hear, it would feel good to throw it out of his head and into the open right? Wally couldn't be sure, and there was the possibility that May would call him names or shout at him for this, but he couldn't take it any more.

"May... I-I... I w-wanna ask... I was g-going..."

Double dangit.

The words still refused to budge.

But he had to say something, so the green-haired wonder gathered every ounce of will he had and steeled his resolve to speak. Nervousness be damned, he just had to get this off his chest.

"... I wanna ask B-Bre-Brendan to... to the f-formal... t-to..." Wally buried his face in his hands, he didn't want to look at her face while saying the rest. "... T-to be m-my d-d-date..."

There, he said it.

It was done; out in the open. Sayonara cruel thoughts (but not really). He might have had his head buried in his hands, and an awful amount of soul crushing embarrassment weighing down on him. But somewhere, in the depths of his green covered noggin, Wally Mitsuru felt a small sense of pride.

Buuuuut, that was probably just the embarrassment.

Or maybe it was the fact that right now, someone had their arms wrapped around him. Who on earth could be doing that? Wally couldn't really tell since he still had his head buried in between his arms and hands, but they were there.

Upon exiting his little cocoon, Wally realised, with no small amount of surprise, that it was May.

"You know, you scared me there for a second Wally, I thought something really bad happened. I'm glad it wasn't something serious." She said, withdrawing from her supportive embrace, facing the boy's look of shock with a smile so bright it could outshine Alpha Centauri.

Something serious? She didn't care? It didn't matter? She didn't hate him?!

No 'Wally Mitsuper gay', not even a single joke. Sure Wally wasn't expecting outright derision from her, but he at least anticipated some sort of disgust. But she hadn't done any of that, May took the news like she had just heard a boring weather forecast. It was so nonchalant that Wally couldn't even believe it had happened.

He had to double check it in her expression. Hell, he triple checked that, it was so unbelievable. But May's expression didn't falter, not a tiny bit. She was accepting; honestly that information hit poor Wally like a brick. He was gonna tear up at this rate, but he couldn't allow himself that, at least not in the gymnasium where he risked more teasing. Thankfully neither he nor May had been loud either, so nobody but themselves knew what they were discussing.

Wally was just about to thank May for that; slightly misty eyes and all, but the spirited girl interrupted him before he even said anything.

"You know Wally..." She began; dangerous looking smirk forming on the edges of her mouth. "... He hasn't asked anybody to go to the formal with him just yet, you could still ask him."

What?

He couldn't ask him just because no one else had. Wally was really thankful may was understanding, but that wasn't a garuntee that Brendan would be as nice, even if his usual demeanour suggested otherwise. That was to say nothing of the fact that he was likely to say 'no' to such a question to begin with.

"May, I can't do that o-ok? I mean... even... even if he didn't mind that I was... y'know... He s-still wouldn't say yes... W-Would he?"

He'd meant to give a statement, but it turned into a question. His confusion from before hadn't dissipated and Wally was beginning to think that maybe Brendan might say yes after all. May wasn't worried in the slightest, who's to say he was wrong and that Brendan would agree after all.

Oh right. Common sense, that's who.

You could only find that kind of story line in fairy tales, if gay fairy tales existed. There was no way tha-

"Well, I can't say for ceeeerrrrtaaaiiin." The girl replied to his question, devilish smirk still highly evident. "But I have a small, teeny, tiny hunch that he might just say yes. But we aren't going to find out if you don't say anything are we?"

Perplexing confusion of the highest degree was all that Wally could feel in response to that. She made it sound almost true, that she knew something he didn't. But May was probably just up to her usual mischief; there wasn't any conceivable way she could know that Brendan would give the positive answer. Not even in Wally's wildest dreams. In saying that, she had a point, if Wally didn't say anything at all, then the answer was one-hundred-percent no in every case. He had to try in order to fail, but not trying would be automatic failure.

That didn't make the idea any easier to stomach though.

"N-no we aren't, b-but... I don't think that it's a-"

"Just trust me ok? Besides, the worst he can do is say no Wally, and if he's mean to you, just tell me and I'll give him a dead arm or two for a week. Though I personally think that I won't have to do a thing." She stated, winking.

The little green fluff ball was quite confused at this point and he was about to voice his concerns...

Brrrrrrriiiiinnnnnnnnngggggggggggg.

... Until the bell rung and stopped him short; it was time to go to lunch.

"Uhhh, lets go May. W-We can talk more in the break room." The boy told her, shaking off his unease.

"Sure! Just let me pack up ok, I have to grab my clothes and change out of this P.E. uniform. I'll catch up, no need to wait for me." She waved at him dismissively as she got up from the bench.

In turn, Wally also rose from his seat, mumbling in agreeance before walking off for the boy's changing rooms. Leaving May totally alone on the gym floor; save the stragglers still clamouring out the door and into the halls on the other half of the gym-side.

Mischievous Ms. Haruka decided upon the best way to utilize the time she had while her friend was gone. Pulling out her brand-spanking new phone which her parents bought for her excellent grade results, May mulled over her options. Her grin only lengthen when she came to a conclusion on how to proceed.

Feverishly, she opened up her phone's contact list, looking for one specific number located in her 'besties' grouping. It took less than a second, but May now had the messaging window open and ready; ready for her to have some small, inconsequential fun.

'Sup nerd, I think I might just have gotten you the best possible present. You can thank me when you find out what it is.'

Was typed out rapidly, with boundless enthusiasm. May had no intention of giving up all the info until the game was over, but she was sure as hell going to have fun while she could. Upon finishing, May hit send and waited until it was confirmed as such. Once she made sure the message went through, the energetic girl put her phone away and left the now empty gymnasium.

Brendan wouldn't have a clue what that meant yet and Wally didn't even know she sent it, but it was applicable to the both of them. Messages aside though, one thing was definitely certain.

They were both massive dorks.


Brendan Yuuki's life had been nothing short of strange lately. In fact; suffice to say that at this point, it was down-right weird.

Brendan wasn't a popular kid, though he had his fair share of friends. His study results weren't remarkable by any means and he was only slightly more athletic than some of his classmates. By all accounts, Brendan Yuuki was your average teenage boy; barring one very minor detail.

Mr. Yuuki was an appreciator of the male form; not forms of the female persuasion as was normally assumed.

This wasn't a problem for someone such as him per se, it was just a problem for the environment at large. Thankfully, his mediocrity served to deflect any sort of abuse he'd get for that fact, because you couldn't really tell by looking at the boy. He wasn't flamboyant and none of his features really 'popped' so to speak.

Yes, unlike the person he was currently crushing on, that wasn't a big issue for Brendan. Wally had sustained the teasing for a long time; 'Mitsuper gay' was a name that had come up a lot, at least when May wasn't around to dispense justice. But while Wally's hair, eyes and his usual look combining his favourite purple cardigan and standard white school shirt stood out, that didn't readily prove that he was of the same sexuality as one certain Brendan Yuuki.

Wally didn't deserve the kind of treatment he received from his peers, at least as far as Brendan was concerned. For one, he himself was gay, and as a result he felt the secondary pain inflicted by such abuse. Even though Brendan wasn't the target, it hurt to know that people saw it as shameful when it damn well shouldn't be. Or at least that's what May said when he came out to her a few months ago; she'd been supportive, understanding. Sure it was scary at first, telling a friend information like that, but confidence was one of the few rare traits Brendan actually did possess.

Which made the treatment Wally received all the more hurtful still. The boy in question was kind, gentle and yet silently resolute in everything he did. A quality that Brendan could only admire; Wally wore his bright clothes, his even brighter hair and his beautifully warm smile with pride. Not the destructive brand of pride, or the 'holier-than-thou' kind either; it was just self-respect and confidence in it's purest form. Nothing more, nothing less.

Why should someone so pure deserve such treatment? The answer to that was, they shouldn't, not at all. Did that stop their classmates though? Nope. It only really served to anger Brendan, but lately that anger had started to become more intense than what it used to be. At first it was driven by feelings of camaraderie, said feelings continued to be the base of course, but now there was something else that was pushing up the intensity bar to eleven.

It took time, but in the past few weeks, Brendan Yuuki had come to understand a very frightening, yet equally uplifting prospect.

I love him.

Not even a freight train could have hit Brendan as hard as that realisation. Simple yet profound, and it changed the nature of their relationship quite dramatically. Light jokes and stray smiles were cherished, kept close to a now fluttering heart. Time together held ever more complicated meaning, and more than once did Brendan Yuuki find it hard to keep up with. The feelings were indescribable, but they existed, of that he was sure, and the subject of this fixation was definitely Wally Mitsuru.

But rumours weren't enough solid ground, especially rumours Wally didn't acknowledge and instead outright ignored. So Brendan couldn't be sure; there was no real way to say if Wally was gay also, let alone to find out if he liked Brendan as well. Secretly and somewhat selfishly, the beanie-wearing boy wished that Wally would answer those rumours, just so he could know if there was a chance, a chance he could take. But then, even if there was, how good would Brendan be at taking said chance? The boy himself didn't know, he was nervous enough around Wally right now as it was. So he was stuck. Rooted to the swampy floor of emotional stagnation as he tried to maintain his friendship under the weight of his new found feelings.

His efforts were valiant, Brendan had succeeded thus far, and he had every intention of continuing to do so. Even if he couldn't love Wally as much as his feelings would want him too, that didn't mean he couldn't be the best friend Mr. Mitsuru could hope for. That at least in his own little way, he could love the green-haired nerd. Love from afar perhaps, but love no less.

Admiration was admiration after all, regardless of it's intensity. However, that's all it could be at this point, but that didn't ease the feelings nor Brendan's confusion thanks to them. Confusion was the word of the moment really, pretty much everything was confusing.

Especially the text he'd received from May while he was walking to break.

The best possible present? Brendan was sure nobody could solve her cryptic riddles; it was no where near his birthday or Christmas for that matter. So then why the gift? Scratch why actually; what the hell could it even be?

Mr. Yuuki was at a total loss, which was all the more reason why he broke away from his contemplative daze and picked up his pace. His destination was the group table they shared outside of the English department; a little flimsy wooden thing which had been claimed by Brendan, Wally and May years ago. Their clique was small, but everyone else in the school wouldn't dare intrude on their turf, lest they invoke horrifyingly ferocious wrath of May Haruka.

Fortunately when he finally arrived; only mildly puffed mind you, his friends were already sitting down. Though something seemed... Different. Brendan didn't know why, but the air around Wally and May was different from the usual. It wasn't charged by any means, but the green-haired boy seemed to be both relaxed and on edge at the same time. How he managed to be both simultaneously was perplexing at best, but it was plain as day that Wally was so it wasn't like Brendan could argue against it.

Another confusing detail to add to the list, though Brendan sat down regardless; taking his place besides May with Wally on the other side of the table. The chartreuse-haired boy was twiddling his thumbs and had a small, yet completely adorable rosy tint to his usually pale cheeks. Yet another arrow through Brendan's heart; Wally's blushes were the cutest thi-

"Hey nerd, did ya get my text?" May asked abruptly.

Nerd had become an affectionate term at this point for May, it was actually kind of funny how endearing it had become if Brendan was being honest with himself. But that wasn't the problem at hand right now; Brendan had an opportunity to question May about her message finally, and he was going to take it.

"I did actually, so could you tell me what this 'present' of yours is?"

"Why would I do that when I can just let you find out yourself?" She responded, with one of her usual mischievous grins.

The beanie-wearing boy was about to cry injustice at such a dismissive answer, but he wasn't given the time. As quick as she said it, May was off; walking in the direction of the lockers near the Math building, leaving him and Wally alone at the table. Which now made this situation a completely different ball game; Brendan dealing with Wally alone took a lot of effort. The teen smiled awkwardly; an attempt at proper social etiquette.

"So anyway, do you know what present she's talking about? Because I'm still confused." Brendan began, hoping that Wally knew what she meant.

"N-no, I don't know w-what she's talking about... but errrrmmmm..." He responded with uncertainty.

Wally didn't know, and if Wally didn't know, then Brendan was at a total loss. May always did like to be a mystery for the fun of it now and again, but this was ridiculous. What was the point of getting him a present that he couldn't find? Really, he was beginning to ask why he even bothered to ask at all, he might as well hav-

"Will you go to the formal with me?!" A loud squeak broke the wall of thought abruptly.

Who the hell said- Wait. Wait. Wait. Did Wally just ask him to the formal?!

"H-Huh?" Was all Brendan could give in response.

There was no way he said that, surely it was just Wally pulling a joke, hell, he probably heard him wrong. Yeah that's it, he heard him wrong an-

"S-sorry, I j-just... I was h-hoping... I-if you'd be m-my... m-my... Ahhh!" Wally squeaked again.

This time the poor boy buried his head in his arms on the table out of embarrassment. Having to explain the situation was causing his cheeks to go so red he resembled a tomato; a tomato that was currently avoiding Brendan's dumbstruck gaze.

Brendan couldn't believe his ears; Wally did ask him.

Flabbergasted. One word to describe Brendan's current mental state. But he didn't get time to answer his own internal questions, let alone Wally's, because the poor boy spoke up underneath his hiding place between his arms on the table.

"J-just forget I-I said anything. I k-know I'm w-weird... y-you don't h-have to w-w-waste your time s-saying no." The boy stated, his voice muffled a bit by his arms.

Even still, muffled or not, he sounded hurt. Apparently his earlier question was all the bravery he had left to use. As much as it pained Wally though, it stung Brendan just that little bit harder. For the simple fact that, just moments ago, Brendan was contemplating his crush on the green-haired boy and yet here that boy was, doing the thing Brendan himself never had the guts to do. Well, trying, and then faltering because he thought Brendan saw him as 'weird'; which only made Brendan feel worse.

Of course, the beanie-wearing student was less than articulate when it came to consoling others through words, so instead he took a more... direct approach.

"Yes."

The reaction that garnered from Wally almost ruined the seriousness of the moment; it was all Brendan could do to stifle an awkward yet honest laugh. Upon hearing that golden word Wally snapped his head back from under his arms so quick that it was a surprise he didn't hurt himself. Brendan's eyes were met with pale-silvery ones; very confused pale-silvery ones.

"W-what?" He asked, completely blown away.

"Yes." Came the second affirmative.

Staring at Wally's face in that moment would have been like looking through an ever-changing kaleidoscope. First there was shocked surprise, followed by disbelief, weaving into embarrassment and his trademarked blushy shade of red, to be topped of finally by a cheesy grin from ear to ear.

"Y-your serious?!"

His smile had returned, a fact Brendan was quite thankful for. But more than that, the issue that had been plaguing Brendan for weeks, possibly even months, had just disappeared. What were the odds really? What kind of dice was the universe playing with in order to allow something so miraculous to occur? The beanie-wearing boy didn't know the answer to either of those questions and he didn't care.

He actually likes me back.

"Yeah, I'm serious, I mean... erm, I would l-love to... to... to be your date to the formal Wally." He said while blushing profusely.

He had a great deal of trouble saying it, and the word date hung in the air like an unwanted odour. It's not that he didn't want it to be called that, it's just Brendan was so unbelieving that he was still finding it hard to accept this whole exchange had even happened to begin with. But no matter how many times he told himself otherwise, it did happen and that information was slowly sinking in.

Wally on the other hand, well he couldn't handle the idea that he'd been so lucky. It was one thing for his friend to accept his sexuality, it was quite another for him to say yes. Though Wally supposed sexuality had very little to do with formals on the whole, but then Brendan did call it a date himself. If that truly was the case, then there was no reason to think other wise.

They both lucked out and neither of them could fathom how.

Brendan was so caught up in this disbelief in fact that he didn't notice May edging closer. Wally was also pre-occupied with his own thoughts to be paying attention, which meant that their third friend would be technically be sneaking up on both.

"S-so Wally, wh- AHH!" Brendan let out a frightened shout as May finished her sneaking and shook him from behind gently.

"Hahahaha, I got you good this time dweeb." She said with cheeky smile as she walked over to the side of the table, in view of both them.

"Dammit May, I was-" Brendan began in annoyed tone with the expression to match.

Only for May to interject again, though in a slightly less scary way this time.

"Yeah, I know Brendan, I didn't want to break you two love birds up y'know."

She stopped talking briefly to gauge the reaction to that, much to May's delight it brought a vivid blush to both of their faces. Which could only mean that the present had been delivered after all.

Mission success.

"Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut, if either of you hadn't noticed, we have roughly three minutes to get to our next class." May continued, mirth still highly evident on her face and in her speech.