Chapter 3: In Which Robin is Most Definitely A Tsundere, Not a Yandere

Summary: Robin's the new kid at school. Nerdy but kawaii as hell, girls swoon after him. But they don't know he's actually a total weeaboo and hella gay. Forced to sing a duet with Chrom, basketball superstar extraordinaire, the two hit it off at a New Year's Party. Will the plan go all according to keikaku or…? Crack. Yaoi!Chrobin.

A/N: ;_; I'm so terribly sorry, but thanks to 'A Stampede of Chickens' (on fanfiction) and 'Kyiss' (on tumblr) for beta-ing. (More after the story)

Robin knew Chrom had basketball practice at lunch (crazy jocks, who skips lunch) with the rest of the team. And since there was no anime club (a lone tear runs down his cheek), he decided to sneak into the practice. Hehehe. Imagine all the muscles~

So many biceps, and triceps. And ooh those calvessss. Robin swooned. Especially Chrom's. That boy can sure rock that button up skinny jean combo but nothing beats looking at those rippling muscles. Robin wondered if the boys could shed the jersey and go topless. That would be so sugoi!

Calm now Robin, he told himself. This wasn't Free! and he wasn't Gou (Kou?). There weren't any kirakira transitions...yet. He could probably arrange that.

The b-ball guys were calming down a bit. He could see Chrom talking to Frederick about something. Damn it, shut up everyone.

"Nyahahahahaha, I'm going to kill you," Henry shouted from one end of the court.

Stahl screamed back, "You are SO dead! Especially because I didn't get to eat anything yet!"

"BE SILENT!" Lon'qu roared. "I'm trying to concentrate. Peeling potatoes, heh."

"Teach just got tenured!" Vaike 'the Teach' yelled.

Robin sat there confused. Why were they saying stupid catchphrases on the court? Was this even legal in basketball? Eto...He was very puzzled.

Frederick left Chrom's side, running towards the other guys. "PICK A GOD AND PRAY, boyssss." He shot a three pointer. "Scoreeeeeeeeeee!"

Somewhere air horns sounded. Sniping sounds from COD played. Robin still stared in shock.

Then Chrom rounded the team into formation. The team passed the b-ball around, dribbling it in a sort of melodic rhythm. Their sneakers squeaking periodically. Damn, that was a sick beat. When was the bass drop?

A tune started playing out of nowhere, synchronizing with the thumps of the ball and the squeaks. What the f—

"Coach said to, fake right, break left," Chrom began to sing out of nowhere. He stilled ran around in the mock game, except that instead of being silent he burst out into song. Robin wasn't complaining though. The voice of an angel. Sighs.

"Watch out for the pick and keep your eye on defence," Chrom moved around the court like a pro as if he wasn't singing to some random ass song that came out of nowhere. Was no one else hearing this but him?

"You gotta run the give and go, and take the ball to the hole. But don't be afraid to shoot the outside J," he shot the basketball and which landed with a nice swish.

"Just keep yah head in the game, just keep yah head in the game. Don't be afraid to shoot the outside J," he gave that tip to his teammates. "Just keep yah head in the game."

Ano...okay. Robin was just going to roll with this. Just sit back and enjoy the show. No problem.

"You gotta get'cha, get'cha head in the game!" Chrom exclaimed.

"We gotta get our get our get out get our head in the game!" the boys chorused after Chrom. Robin squinted his eyes. And they said they hated singing!

"You gotta get'cha, get'cha head in the game!"

"We gotta get our get our get out get our head in the game!"

"You gotta get'cha, get'cha head in the game!"

"We gotta get our get our get out get our head in the game!"

Lon'qu shot a nice basket. The other boys cheered. Chrom clapped and began to sing again, "Let's make sure that we get the rebound! 'Cuz when we get it the crowd will go wild. A second chance gotta grab it and go. Maybe this time we'll get the right notes…"

Chrom trailed off, looking awkwardly at his teammates. He shook his head as if he was trying to get his composure back, throwing the basketball in his hand away. "Wait a minute, it's not the time or place. Wait a minute, get my head in the game."

He nodded to the rhythm, while Robin stared entranced, "Wait a minute, get my head in the game. Wait a minute. Wait a minute."

The boys got in a circle, with Chrom in the middle. "I gotta get my, get my head in the game."

They sang to him, "You gotta, get'cha, get'cha, get'cha head in the game."

They threw the basketball back and forth, continuing the song. "I gotta get my, get my head in the game."

"You gotta, get'cha, get'cha, get'cha head in the game."

"I gotta get my, get my head in the game."

"You gotta, get'cha, get'cha, get'cha head in the game, woooooo."

All of a sudden the lights went out, causing Robin to flinch. A spotlight shined right on to Chrom in the middle of the gaggle of the basketbros. Solo time?

"Why am I feeling so wrongggggggggg?" Chrom gestured, his hand outstretched as if reaching for something. "My head's in the game, but my heart's in the songgggggg. He makes this feel so right."

Robin's kokoro went doki doki. He? Who is this he? Is it murder time?

Chrom spoke this time, instead of singing, "Should I go for it? Better shake this, yikes!"

The lights came back on and the spotlight disappeared. The boys danced too well for this to not be choreographed.

He shot a basket from the middle of the circle. Chrom burst in song again, "I gotta get my, get my head in the game."

"You gotta, get'cha, get'cha, get'cha head in the game."

"I gotta get my, get my head in the game."

"You gotta, get'cha, get'cha, get'cha head in the game."

"I gotta get my, get my head in the game."

"You gotta, get'cha, get'cha, get'cha head in the game."

"I gotta get my, get my head in the game."

"You gotta, get'cha, get'cha, get'cha head in the game."

And with that, they all threw their basketballs in the air. Looks sweet as hell, but there wasn't really an audience, Robin thought. The boys all cheered.

"WHAT TEAM?" Frederick yelled.

They responded, "SHEPHERDS!"

"WHAT TEAM?"

"SHEPHERDS!"

"WHAT TEAM?"

"SHEPHERDS!"

"SHEPHERDS GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!"

"WOOOOOO!"

"Nyahahahaha!"

The boys ran into the locker room, with Chrom trailing behind. Robin was tempted to run after him, to speak to him, but decided against it. Oh well.

"So, you know the little princeling, huh?" Gangrel leaned over the desk to address Robin, his long fingernails were caked with a red substance.

"Ano, I do not understand what you are getting at?" Robin peeled Gangrel's nails off his desk.

"Wellllll, Chrom usually doesn't show the new kid around school, if you get what I mean."

"Why not?" Robin turned to look at the view outside of the window, resting his face in his hand like in anime.

"Because he's in love with basketball, obviously," Gangrel stared at his nails.

"Sensei is such a baka," Robin muttered under his breath. "It should be sixteen over pi, not eight over pi."

"Yes, Mr. Robin? Did you say something?" Yen'fay-sensei asked.

"Just that the second equation is wrong. Get the facts straight Sensei, you're on the wrong side of things," Robin sassed.

"That's impossible," Sensei looked at the book. "Ah, I stand corrected. Perhaps I should apologize and make up with my sister after all."

To his right, Cordelia cocked an eyebrow. "That was excellent work, Robin."

Robin shrugged. "Yeah, I know. I'm sugoi."

Robin was just stalking, no, no just following, Chrom around school when he saw the bluenette take a long look at the auditions sign up. Yes, Chrom. Sign up. And then Robin will just sneak up and put his name right next to his. Eto...that wasn't creepy at all.

Chrom quickly looked around and walked away. Robin was about to follow him, but saw King Biatch and his sister gestured at the sign ups. Curious, Robin stayed in his hiding place, even if that meant letting Chrom out of his sight. Oh well, he could probably find the blue haired boy again.

"Chrom was looking at our auditions list," Anna said with a roll of her eyes. "We should start charging for things like that, honestly. We're wasting a good opportunity to make money!"

"Oh will you shut up about money," Gangrel hissed, dusting off his sparkly pink jacket. "Earlier I saw him and that new boy, Pigeon or something, looking at the list together."

PIGEON? OH THAT FILTHY SON OF A BITCH WAS GONNA GET IT NOW. First trying to lay his claws on Robin's man and now calling him a pigeon? Sure he was named after a bird, but that was plain insulting. Robin almost jumped Gangrel right then and there.

"I mean," Gangrel continued. "He's kinda freaky don't you think? Using Chinese words in his sentences and just walking around like he owns the place. Where is he even from?"

FREAKY? CHINESE? DOES GANGREL WANT A GIANT KICK TO WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE BECAUSE HE HAS ONE COMING STRAIGHT AT HIM!

Gangrel stalked off, with Anna walking behind. The girl had managed to earn five bucks by charging random people for just looking at her brother. Damn penny pincher. Who did she think she was, Mr. Krabs? Charging for breathing?

Robin followed the duo to the computer lab. They were researching something. Uh, okay, boring. He was about to leave when he heard Anna speak:

"Dude, this kid's like freaking Einstein. I should charge him for keeping such a secret from the school! I mean why would he even be interested in drama anyway?"

"He says he wanted to join some ani-poo club or something but we don't have one. Either way, we're gonna make sure that he doesn't even think about the auditions by having him get a warm welcome from a certain Honors Society Group," Gangrel ranted evilly as he printed something out. "After all she loves pi. Ehehehehe."

Stupid bakas! They were going to destroy his life. Validad had wanted him to be a precious obedient little boy when he was younger so he had him join all those genius clubs! And now he was going to be forced into one of them again? Urghhh. This was almost as bad as rebelling against society in the first place. Damn, Validad was a shit dad.

Gangrel and Anna walked off together, Anna muttering something about being able to make a lot of money out of this. Robin swore in Japanese. He had to stop them.

And that was how, right before detention started, Cordelia had caught him. Robin was standing in front of her locker, finally managing to fish out the paper they had printed of his old 'glory days' of nerding out. He probably looked like a baka to everyone else, but he didn't care, he couldn't join this stupid, oh no!

"What are you doing, Robin?" Cordelia asked him with her hands on her hip.

"Ano, nothing?" Robin gave her a dazzling smile.

Cordelia didn't even bat an eye. "Give me that," she swiped the paper from Robin's hand.

Robin could have cried right then. He was so closeeee. Now instead of spending time at home watching anime and looking at dank memes he would have to go to stupid nerd meetings. He didn't even manage to find the rarest pepe yet!

"OMG!" Cordelia exclaimed. "You have to join—"

"No," he deadpanned.

"But, but!"

"No."

"Please," Cordelia said, pouting a bit, widening her eyes. "Pretty please, oh, it'll be the first time we actually stand a chance of winning!"

Damn it. She was so kawaii. But in like a kawaii pet kind of way. He didn't like women too much in that way, honestly. But oh GODS HE COULD FEEL HER MOE POWERS WHITTLING HIM DOWN. MUST RESIST. CANNOT GIVE IN TO THE MOE.

"Okay, fine! I'll do it, just stop whatever you're doing!" Robin covered his eyes. He could feel his pupils burning from the moe. "This is torture, ahhh! Please never again! I'll do whatever you want!"

"Really?" Cordelia turned off her moe powers. "Then I'll see you at the next meeting! It's on this paper here."

She handed Robin a paper and strutted away, looking proud of herself. Robin sighed, sinking to the floor. What had he gotten himself in to?

"By the way," she turned back to look at him. "Don't forget about detention ufufu~"

"STOP. I KNOW. I'M COMING!"

A/N: So I've had this chapter done for a long while, but like school started up again and I had to get it beta'ed because everything was kinda busy and crazy, and honestly that's no excuse but yeah OTL. That and inktober took over all of my free time. But the good news is that it's now November, and NaNoWriMo, so expect more updates since I've committed to do this stuff, and possibly other things so...ahaha ;_; I'll be (trying) to write daily (lol what are midterms), but I have to get everything beta'd so maybe once a week? Ah well, we'll see. Also I even forgot to post chapter two on AO3 so RIP. Also fuck songs tbh