Nobody ever wanted to stay at school on the weekend. Some people simply didn't have a choice, though. Particularly when they get detention for a completely bullshit reason.

Marceau and Arthur had no good reason to be stuck in the library for the entirety of Saturday. Yes, there had been a fight, but… Marceau had stayed out of it and Arthur was justified. Even if the school didn't see it that way.

It wasn't a situation Marceau had ever expected himself to be in. It wasn't too shocking for him to be confronted by one of the school idiots. It was just a matter of his life in an English school as the only gay French student. What was shocking was for Arthur to get involved.

They had talked a little bit. They've had group projects together. Marceau considered them loose friends, but they had never hung out away from school or school related projects. So it had surprised him that Arthur would stick his neck out.

"How's your hand?" Marceau asked him, leaning back from the table they were sitting at.

Arthur shrugged, turning it over to look at his bruised knuckles. "Fine. A little sore when I close it," he said.

"Do you regret getting involved?" Surely Arthur had at least something planned other than sitting in the library and doing homework. Even if he didn't know Arthur to have an active social life.

"Not at all," he shrugged. His hand hurt, yeah, but he would actually rather be stuck at school with Marceau than be at home. "I didn't have any plans. I was just going to be stuck doing homework anyway."

Marceau raised an eyebrow as he asked,"Really? No plans at all?"

Shading the edges of his paper, Arthur shook his head. "Nope. I'm pretty boring, really, outside of school." Despite the image people gained from the black streaked hair, pierced ears, and black nails. He wasn't a partier or an asshole.

"Oh, I'm not sure I believe that. You seem like someone who has a lot going on. At least inside your head," Marceau chuckled.

"Well… Maybe. Not much anywhere else, though." Marceau was really the only person he talked to in school and his family was… not the easiest to be around.

"In that case, I suppose it's not a total loss, then."

Arthur tilted his head and set the pencil down. "You didn't have any plans?" He had a pretty big friend group.

"No, actually. Not that it would've really mattered," he laughed. He couldn't just screw off detention and get a suspension. That would hardly make his parents happy. They were at least willing to let this situation pass, considering the circumstances.

"I guess not…" Arthur said with a wry smile before going back to his homework. The quicker he got it done, the less of a headache he would have by the end of the day.

Rather than work on any of his own homework, Marceau held his cheek and watched Arthur. It really did suck that they had detention, but maybe it wasn't so bad. He had been wanting to talk to Arthur more… but he just couldn't find the right time or situation. So it wasn't so bad to be stuck there with him.

After sitting there for a little bit, Marceau had… sudden inspiration and flipped his notebook open. Well, it was technically a sketchbook, but it passed for a notebook. (Which let him draw in class as opposed to taking notes.) It was a little odd to draw Arthur when he was right there, but Marceau wasn't shy about it.

By the time that Arthur realized Marceau was drawing, the initial sketch was already finished. He blinked and tilted his head. Since the book was open on the desk, it was easy to see what Marceau was doing. "Erm… Are―are you drawing me…?" Arthur asked with a nervous laugh.

Marceau glanced up with a smile. "Of course."

"Th―that's not… a given," Arthur scoffed. It was odd and made him nervous.

Wasn't it? Despite the rough appearance, Arthur was actually really sweet and cute. "Does it bother you? Would you rather I not?"

He stalled and tilted his head in thought. Did it? It was weird to think about, but did it actually bother him? "I… wouldn't say it bothers me… It's just… strange. I guess… it's fine, though…"

Having gotten Arthur's nervous approval, Marceau kept drawing until they were allowed to leave. It was bittersweet. They had a few nice conversations and Marceau just… liked him. It made him feel silly, since he didn't honestly know Arthur that well, but he was okay with that.

While they were walking out of the school, Marceau stopped Arthur in the hall. "Hey, before you go… I had an idea."

"Oh? What… kind of idea?" Arthur asked, confused.

"The kind of idea where you go out to lunch with me tomorrow," Marceau smirked. "On a date."

"I―erm―what?" A date? With Marceau? If not for their conversation outside the principal's office Friday, he would've wondered how the hell Marceau even knew he was gay… It was just… out of nowhere. "Wh-why?"

"Why?" Marceau laughed. "Ah, because you're nice, cute, and I like you. Do I need another reason?"

"I―ahm… I-I guess… not…?" he said while blushing.

"Is that a yes?" Marceau asked, smiling and leaning forward.

Arthur didn't know what the hell to say. He never would've predicted Marceau would ask him out. They were completely different and he should not have been Marceau's type. "I… O-okay… Wh-where…?"

"Mh, I don't know yet. I'll text you later," he said. It was suddenly very fortunate that he got Arthur's number during a project earlier that year.

"Erm.. A-alright. I-I guess I'll… talk to you later then…" Arthur said with a nervous smile before he went to walk away.

Marceau caught him by the wrist, though. "Ah, one more thing, if you let me," he said. He moved in slow, in case Arthur was too nervous. He smiled when Arthur blushed bright red, but didn't do anything to move away.

It was a brief kiss and Arthur was clearly nervous as he likely hadn't kissed anyone before. It was simple and it wasn't a major kiss, but… it was what Marceau wanted from the brief chance. Especially Arthur's slightly dazed expression and fantastic blush. "So… I'll see you tomorrow," he smiled as he let Arthur go.

"Y-y-yeah… I, uhm… I'll see you to―tomorrow," Arthur said, wincing as his voice cracked a little. That wasn't embarrassing at all.

Before leaving, Marceau kissed him again. Just on the cheek. He didn't want to freak Arthur out too much. They may have a date set up, but he had to pace himself. It wouldn't hopefully be too long before he could freely kiss Arthur without too much worry.

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