Prompt Fill- We have matching backpacks and I think I grabbed your accidentally?

He never really checked his possessions too thoroughly when the last bell rang and he could finally leave, just grabbing his bag and snapback from their place in the cubby-holes on the Science room wall, and getting out as fast as he could. He checked the front zip pocket for his cigarettes, digging them out and putting one in between his lips before he even reached the outer doors, knowing they'd given up punishing him for bringing contraband to school. Untying his hair from its regulation ponytail and pulling his cap on, feeling more like himself again now his face was partly hidden by the graffiti design.

The second he was outside he lit up, ignoring the signs against smoking on school property and the glares of his fellow school mates, not caring about anything but his need for nicotine, having not been able to have one at lunch because of a stupid detention. He hadn't even hit the kid that hard, they were overreacting.

He kicked at his bag in annoyance, wishing the school didn't have such strict regulations, bags had to be plain black, though apparently he was lucky he'd been allowed his bag at all. It was plainer than the one he'd started the term with, black and patterned with skeleton hands sticking up their middle fingers, that one had lasted two days before it was categorically banned. The replacement was pretty cool though, he guessed, plain black again, with white razor wire across it.

He flipped the lighter in his hand around in boredom, leaning against the wall of the school and watching all the nerds and teachers pets walking past, gleam of blue making him pause.

His lighter had been red. He could have sworn it, and… He took out the packet of cigarettes again, he hadn't had this many, he'd nearly been out this morning. His eyes narrowed and he scowled, unzipping the main section and fuck.

This wasn't his fucking bag.

Which meant some dickhead had his bag and he was not having that, stamping his cigarette out with such vehemence that a passing first year girl squeaked, quickening her steps.

"You the asshole who has my bag?" He asked not bothering with any niceties as he approached the only other person in the school he knew with the same bag, copying bastard.

"You've got mine too," he commented logically, not looking at all bothered by Sly's rudeness and that was annoying. Still, he un-shouldered it and handed it over, just raising an eyebrow as Sly all but flung his towards him, catching it easily.

There was silence for a moment as Sly searched his bag, making sure nothing was missing, if he'd taken any of the stuff he was meant to be selling he'd be in serious shit with his dealer, but it all seemed to be there.

"Do you get drunk in class often?"

"What?" He snapped back, the last thing he needed was for this asshole to grass him up, he was in enough trouble as it was.

"I may have drank from your water bottle." He looked almost regretful, and Sly snorted in amusement.

"Bit of a shock, I'd imagine?"

"Little bit, it's a good idea though. Would sure help me get through double Math." He laughed, and Sly's glare deepened, was this guy trying to buddy up with him for any particular reason? Or maybe a teacher had put him up to it, he wouldn't be surprised, they were looking for any excuse to kick him out.

But this guy hardly looked like a straight A student, for a start he brought cigarettes to school and smoked them on the grounds, to Sly's knowledge he had always been the only one who did that. Who knew what else this guy was copying from him? His ear piercings were definitely not allowed, far too big to fit the 'one set of plain studs' rule the old men who ran the school had decided was appropriate. Plus his tattoo's… Though he guessed the one on his face couldn't really be hidden in any school, unless he put makeup on it, which thinking about the times he'd seen him before and the unidentifiable tube in his bag, made a lot of sense.

"I didn't know you had tattoos."

"I cover them up, you probably saw the stuff in my bag." Sly just nodded, "keeps me out of trouble, these asses have no sense of individuality."

Sly just scoffed at that, yeah, too fucking right. Then he realized something, there was a cigarette in his hand, one of his cigarettes. "You do realize that's my cigarette."

He just raised an eyebrow, regarding the half burned white tube disinterestedly, taking it out of his mouth and offering it over, "want it back?"

"Are you a complete fucking freak?" He spat, not amused by his attempts at humor.

"Oh relax, grab one of mine, you're nearly out anyway." His smile was more mocking than Sly would like, but he helped himself to the box in the matching bag anyway, taking two and concealing one in his pocket. "I'm Mizuki, by the way."

"Sly," he nodded curtly, not really caring enough to know the other boys name but deciding to share his anyway.

"Oh I know who you are," his voice was indecipherable as he spoke, tone neither impressed nor judgmental. Sly didn't like it.

"The fuck does that mean?"

"Oh, you know, 'Sly Blue beat someone up', 'Sly Blue got caught doing coke in the toilets', 'Sly Blue sucks off people for cigarettes'. That sort of thing," now he sounded almost impressed, turning to face him with a smirk, expectant.

"I did coke in the toilets once, I keep the heavy stuff for weekends now." Truthfully, he only did weed at school now, and normally only on the way there or back, anything harder he did in the safety, or not, of his own home.

"So the rest is true?"

"Yeah, so what? You want me to suck you off or something?" The offer wasn't a joke, it wouldn't be the first time he'd done it at school, although outside would be new to him, but Mizuki just chuckled and shook his head, looking almost disbelieving at how unashamed he was.

"No, thanks."

"Right," he rolled his eyes, of course, he was just messing him around, and he was done being civil now, fellow rebel he may be, but he was not on Sly's level. "Lovely as this was, I have to go get high and set my homework on fire."

"Hey, if you ever need a hand shifting any of that stuff, my Uncle owns a bar, I tattoo there and bar tend on the weekends." Sly's attention was vaguely piqued at this, always looking for somewhere better to sell whatever his dealer gave him, which this week was heroin, always hard to shift to school kids. "You'd get it gone in one night, come over later if you want."

"What's it called?" This could still be a trap, he could be hired by the police to get evidence he dealt, then he'd be thrown in jail and society would be rid of one more problem.

"Black Needle."

He didn't respond, just nodded, taking another drag of Mizuki's cigarette and walking away. He probably wouldn't go but then… Maybe, just this once…

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