Author's Note
Writing an AU and trying to keep characters (Deep Blue specifically) in character is SUPER HARD. But I'm trying *lays down*
Anyway I'm still taking prompts in the comments (one word prompts however)
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The grey-haired man firmly believed that first impressions weren't everything about someone. However, he was beginning to doubt that with his roommate.
Pie noticed that the pale man was a creature of habit. He woke up at six in the morning every day, shoved bread into the toaster while he went to freshen up, wore the same two colors (black or various shades of blue) of clothing, gathered his belongs which consisted of his laptop and a notebook that he shoved into a rather plan looking over-the-shoulder bag, then his toast, and went out the door. Pie didn't see him return until late into the day where the sun has set over the horizon. Then the man would drop everything on his desk and began furiously working on something that was outside Pie's field of study. Once it hit close to eleven at night, the man would stop what he was doing and ready himself for bed.
Rinse and repeat the next day.
It has only been a month into the semester and Pie was already bombarded with work due to him being a junior. That and he decided to make his major biology. Biology assignments of calculating genetic structures that are found in DNA of organisms was rather difficult. But he managed. And he can only guess how much work his roommate had since he was a senior.
A senior with a double major in astrophysics and chemical engineering.
That explained the 'better than thou' and arrogant attitude the pale man had. And the lack, Pie noticed, of acquaintances or friends.
Deep Blue (Pie finally managed to drag the name out of his roommate after his third day of living in the dorm. It seems the other enjoyed toying with people and watching them squirm. Rather sadistic… more like rather annoying) always looked to be alone. Pie would see the man sitting on the far side of the college owned café, secluded from the others. A part of him felt somewhat bad that his roommate seemed to have no friends, however the other part of him hypothesized that Deep Blue chose to be alone. The man never seemed to look upset… or look anything other than neutral.
And Deep Blue happened to be there in the café while Pie was waiting for his brother, Kish, to finish his class. He hasn't seen Kish in a week and the green haired man insisted they eat together. Make up for lost time, Kish joked as if they have not seen each other in years. Pie glanced up from his phone, watching the black-haired man type away on his laptop, which was this (unsurprisingly) dark blue color. Pie wonders if the man gave himself the name 'Deep Blue' or his parents were phenomenal at predicting their son's obsession with the color.
His hypothesis proved correct when a rather bold person approached Deep Blue's table and tried to make conversation. Pie noticed the flirtatious body language of the person, the twirling of her hair, batting eyelashes, leaning over to see what he was doing. And he tolerated it for the most part, just ignoring her advances and continuing typing away on his laptop.
Then she reached out and put a hand on his and then he reacted.
He slapped her hand away, causing some heads to turn.
Deep Blue (without saying a word) stood up and gathered his belongs, gave the woman a rather cold and murderous glare, before leaving the café. She looked rather dejected before returning to her small group of friends, who all seemed to be giggling and offering rather poor support.
And Pie watched with a rather neutral expression on his face. On one hand, the girl should have not invaded his space. But on the other hand, Pie felt some sick satisfaction that Deep Blue was on the receiving end of being bothered. No, he has still not let the braid incident go. He will forever be bitter about it.
"So," Kish stared at Pie expectantly, his arms holding up his form as he leaned over the small café table. "It's been, what, a month and I still haven't heard jack shit about your roommate. Spill."
Pie set down his coffee and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a rather long and heavy sigh. Kish leaned back and sat down properly in his chair. He snorted before asking, "That bad?"
"You would not like him," Pie admitted as he placed his hand in his lap. "He set up house rules on the first day. I seemed to have accidently forgotten about the loud music rule and he threw an eraser at me. The stupid thing hit me right in the middle of my forehead... with surprising accuracy…"
Kish snorted again and started laughing. Pie flushed in embarrassment and picked up his coffee, trying to hide his blush.
Deep Blue did throw the square white rubber thing rather hard and Pie had a red mark on his forehead for a good hour or two afterward. Then Deep Blue proceeded to make fun of him for it. Pie found himself bantering back and Deep Blue grabbed another eraser, raising it in a threatening manor, and giving Pie a rather evil look. It looked so murderous yet… it would be funny since he was holding an eraser as a weapon. But that look…
Pie shut up, but he continued glaring and turned down his music to a more 'reasonable' volume. As if the music was loud in the first place. The volume bar barely went over fifty… yet the eraser was still thrown… so Pie watched the number shift down to twenty. Deep Blue seemed satisfied and sat back down in his own desk, while tapping the eraser with his finger and making sure Pie watched as he did so. A threat. A stupid threat but a threat, nonetheless.
Curse his roommate and his endless supply of erasers. At least it was not knives… Pie shuddered when he thought about it. The incident happened two days ago, and Deep Blue made damn sure that Pie has not forgotten it. And might not ever let him forget.
"So, the guy has control issues," Kish said while he picked apart his muffin. "Sucks to suck."
"Your sympathy is duly noted," Pie rolled his eyes. "Anyway… have you heard from Tart?"
Kish put a piece of his muffin in his mouth, chewing before he answered, "Yeah. He's super pissed about being left behind. But as I said. Sucks to suck."
"He is with the Fongs while we are at school. There should be no problem."
"There isn't," Kish shrugged as he continued picking at his muffin. "He is just mad because he is the youngest and being a brat."
"Tart is 16 years old," Pie frowned and took a sip of his coffee.
"Still a fuckin brat though," Kish sniggered.
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