A/N: Blossom x Dexter! Part of the 30 Day OTP challenge, theme #1: Holding Hands
Dexter sighed and wiped his forehead, having broken into a nervous sweat as they approached the school yard. He paused, staring up at the building as he hung in it's ominous shadow. He slapped himself, trying to break himself of this silliness. He had never been nervous about entering a school before in his entire life, especially not on the first day.
He was still the same genius, ambitious, socially blind egomaniac he always had been, much to the dismay of the Powerpuff next to him. However, the idea of what she was suggesting was shaving away his confidence a little hair at a time. Blossom would be lying if she claimed she minded this, but it was not particularly satisfactory either. School was about to begin, and he was frozen in his place, refusing to go in with her.
The boy genius did not hesitate to question why she thought this was remotely necessary, why simply walking in together was not an option. With a bit of an exasperated look she merely responded that is was just something that they should just do. He would have retorted back at such nonsense, but her little scowl managed to keep his mouth shut.
With him not paying attention, Blossom took the chance to grab his gloved hand. He gave a startled jump upon contact, giving her a perplexed, flustered look. She merely giggled, resting her head on his shoulder and rubbing her cheek a bit. She looked up at his face, and he tried to hide his reddening face by looking up at the sign on the school and pretending to read it. She smirked a bit, she would never admit to enjoying embarrassing him. However, it was kind of nice seeing him blush, with such a narcissist he is.
She started toward the double doors, despite the noises he made in protest. She one-handedly pulled the door open and they stepped inside the damp, stuffy building.
They entered through a dimly lit corridor that, much to Dexter's dismay, was crowded with fellow students. Eyes slowly turned towards the two, until almost everyone was staring. They walked down the hall slowly, Blossom not caring whatsoever about all their eyes on her, Dexter trying to avoid eye contact with them while staring at his shuffling feet. Their eyes burned into him, another first for him. He usually never cared who happened to stare at him, his nose high in the air with confidence wherever he would strut. The girl holding his arm, tightly so he would not runaway and have to face the music, made his usual disposition melt away.
As they reached to the end of the hall, turning a corner to their classes, he heard it.
The dreaded, elementary grade taunt that echoed through the halls and his ears, as if stabbing him in his eardrums.
"Dexter's got a girlfriend!"