OTP challenge time!

Hey. So, I've promised myself that I'll do one of these each day for the 30 days otp challenge list meme on tumblr for my favourite Detentionaire pairings. I had eleven where the same people are used twice and even thrice, maybe. I just couldn't choose which of the couples to write with on the different 'days' of the challenge, so I used a random number generator! Some couples may appear a little often due to that, but hey, I only had eleven pairings to work with.

And just a heads-up, this is my first time writing in a long time and especially in this fandom – so any grammatical errors are totally my fault.


Day 01 - Holding hands – Holger/Greta

Holger was rarely ever embarrassed.

Even when he appeared bashful or shy, his wide and genuinely happy smile and brightly shimmering eyes would betray the emotions he was currently trying to portray. Holger was usually always happy, that everyone knew; when he skipped down the hall on his way to the cafeteria or when the bell had signalled the time to go home, he would say his farewells to completely random students or compliment them on something unexpectedly. The blonde was a never-ending sunshine that stove upon A. Nigma high every morning when he went to school and a lot of people actually respected him for who he was. Loud, a little weird – okay a lot but definitely lovable.

Even when people laughed at his misfortunes during class, he didn't get embarrassed. Much. He did have more important things to worry about – like his pen snapping in two! How else was he supposed to take notes or doodle on his notepad when the boring teacher started babbling about world history? Besides, it wasn't exactly his first time being laughed at – these were just quick snickers that quickly quieted down so the blonde had learned to ignore it.

It wasn't like the times when he was in 9th grade; people made fun of him because he was different and looked odd and talked even odder. A typical victim for bullying and it had been horrible. They picked on his clothes, his glasses, his hair – he loved his hair! It was bright, and long and silky and fantastic! How could anyone not like his hair?! He burst to tears and wanted to leave Canada already, because it was a bad place where nobody was in the happy-times unless they were making fun of him.

Or that was until he met Lee and Cam.

They stood up for him, told the people who bullied him to take a hike and helped him up on his feet. Lee told him not to listen to those guys because they were just being mean and they didn't mean it and Cam said that his glasses were mucho cool and stylish, man. Holger already loved these two after the first day of school, when they let him sit with them and tell them all about his homeland in Sweden.

Yes, he wanted to be friends with Lee and Cam to the old-man times. Now, there was someone else he wanted to be with to that time as well.

She was plump, but she was strong; she could take out two Crazy Cleaner Peoples as if they were just sacks of potatoes! Holger adored when she flushed pink every time he said how cute her unibrow was – because it simply was. She was super-smart at math and he loved when she often tutored him because then he'd have the opportunity to daze off staring at her lovely face. Her giggling voice also sounded much sweeter to his ears than any song suited for the party-time – and that was saying a lot. Greta was Holger's everything, his Ms. Honey-Roasted.

Even after all this time that they'd been together, whenever they held hands in the hall, the blonde's face would heat up in slight excitement and joy. Even with the looks they received in return, Holger didn't feel an ounce of embarrassment.