Crona stared hopelessly at Kid, doodling his name in his notebook and smiling. Maka gently nudged him. Crona looked over and her knowing smile and covered his face with his hands, trying to hide the blush.
Maka sent him over a note. He peered his eyes towards it.
"How long have you been into Kid?" It asked him. He shook his head, the red in his face growing more vivid. She took it back and write on it once more before handing it back to him. "It's so obvious! And it's kind of cute!"
Crona sighed and pulled his hands away. He wrote sloppily on the page before handing it back to her. "I have no chance. Kid is into girls." Maka frowned and thought for a moment before writing her note and sending it back to him.
"That doesn't mean he's not also into boys. You can be into both," the note said. Crona's face flushed harder. He didn't write back.
How long has be had a thing for Kid? He always was into boys- that much was obvious. But he never grew up around very many boys. All of the witches were women. He had met a boy once when he was little, and he had a huge crush on him but that was stomped out very quickly by his mother. He wasn't allowed to have friends, much less a lover.
BlackStar was annoying and loud. Soul was kind but still a little too mischievous. And then there was Death the Kid.
Kind. Gentle. Soft-spoken. Powerful. Strong. And handsome. What Crona wouldn't give to get his hands on- 'Stop it!' Crona thought to himself, his face redder than an apple. 'Those are naughty thoughts. It's not polite to have naughty thoughts about people!'
But naughty thoughts he still had.
Crona hadn't learned anything about basic human anatomy from his mother. He was never taken to any doctors nor given a formal education. He had learn about the body all on his own. When he wrung up the nerve (which was very rare) he'd sneak out to go to the local library and steal some books. His mother had taught him how to read and basic maths, so the books were challenging but he still managed.
When he began puberty he had to check out a book on human sexuality. Numerous times he tossed the book across the room and buried his face in his pillow, too embarrassed to read anymore.
But the book was interesting. It was informative. But there was nothing on there about same-sex relationships, so while it taught him more about what could be done, he still had to figure the rest on his own. He didn't know how to deal with figuring things out on his own.
So, despite Crona's best attempts, he thought about Kid kissing him and licking him and sucking on him and ruffling with his hair and nipping him so hard he left bruises. He thought about tackling Kid to the ground and ripping his clothing off and thrusting into his ass so hard Kid couldn't move the next day. Crona had his face buried in a book and crossed his legs, but as the entire class left for their next class, he began to sweat. They were going to see!
He got up and put his book over his crotch area as nonchalantly as possible. He quickly waved to his friends as he made his way to his next class, his face so red he could have passed out.