As Sig rests against him, Klug ponders the mysteries they both share. Requested by a tumblr anon!

Behind the School

Generally, Klug was a tense person. His shoulders hitched a little higher than other students. His eyes constantly scanned his surroundings, taking in little details others would have ignored. The slightest crack on a path, new freckles on his pinky finger, the number of words in an assignment, they were all details he absorbed like a dry sponge to a puddle.

He found himself in an odd situation, however, one which tested his rigidness. His legs were spread out as he sat with his back pressed straight against the school, the bricks lightly scraping his shoulder blades. He traced a few blades of grass, their texture unpleasant and coarse compared to the smooth, worn pages of his books. Hints of pine wafted around him in the cool breeze, unpreferable next to the lingering musty scent of the Record of Sealing.

A weight pressed into his lap. He gazed down at his side, watching Sig curl up, his knees pulling closer to his chest. His claw wrapped around his shins, keeping him secured as he rested. He heard him mumble something, a low hum pressing against his closed lips, and Klug sighed, a grin inching into his cheek.

"Honestly," he said, stroking through his light blue locks, "how are you so sleepy? I know you slept enough last night."

Sig opened his azure eye. "Hand to catch a bug."

"Oh, really? What kind?"

He yawned. "Centipede. It was a newborn. Didn't know where it was going and kept bonking into my wall."

He was used to Sig's bizarre answers, replying with a chuckle. Anyone else would have fallen back asleep or flicked the insect outside, but Sig's pleasant oddities roused his curiosity. They were completely different, one studious and arrogant with a side desperate to prove his worth, the other sleepy and calm with a quiet mystery surrounding his origins, a strange case of opposites attracting.

"Ms. Accord really nagged you about it. Good thing I covered for you," he said, his smile swapping for a smirk. He scoffed at the spirit within his tome when they rolled their eyes.

"Mm, thanks." Sig rolled onto his back. He laced his fingers across his stomach, a few ants crawling along the cuff of his white vest. "You're softer today."

The statement made his eyebrows raise. He certainly wasn't soft. There wasn't any part of him without an edge. Klug fiddled with his glasses, taking them off and brushing them against his eggplant purple jacket.

Sitting up, Sig shifted over him, his movements languid. It was a stark difference from Klug's swiftness, with the jerk in his step or the twitching of his muscles if anyone had the gall to belittle him. Sig nestled into Klug's shoulder and leaned into him, his gaze unreadable as always, but that was a delightful challenge for Klug. The mystery behind Sig in whatever he did, he wanted to be the one to solve it.

"You don't feel as tense," he said, his openness frank and a little disappointing to Klug. He would've liked to figure out the meaning behind Sig's words, but when he noticed the tiny grin playing on his lips, Klug considered it a victory.

"I don't?" He crossed his legs. "That's odd."

He felt Sig tilt his head, but his attention remained on the grass and the ants which continued crawling across his palms. Klug pressed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose until his eyelids blinked into the lenses. He collected his thoughts, explanations forming and reshaping in his mind as Sig dragged his gaze up to him, his mismatched eyes pulling him in deeper.

"I don't give off that air, do I? Softness, that is." A chuckle trickled out of him like water dripping from a faucet.

Sig hummed a monotone tune. Pulling away, he watched Klug's shoulder raise ever so slightly. Wiggling his fingers, he gripped his arms and tucked him to the crook of his neck, feeling the way his entire body stiffened.

"Comfortable?" he asked, plucking his cap off and resting his cheek against his mop of brown hair.

Repressing a squeak, Klug's body burned a brilliant scarlet from head to toe. He felt Sig rub his back, his fingers gliding in small circles between his shoulder blades. Each time the uneven circles were completed, he felt his shoulders lower, his body relaxing in Sig's care.

"I think you're plenty soft. It's the best." Sig snickered. "That's what's so great about you."

"Odd," Klug murmured, but he said nothing more, his own smile betraying his doubt.

"Not odd at all."

The firmness in his voice made his smile stretch wider. Klug wanted to shake his head and deny his claim, but the answer was more than satisfactory. It was exactly what he wanted to hear, and he closed his eyes, breathing in Sig's earthy scent. Feeling his grasp tighten around him, Klug slipped his hand into Sig's free one and squeezed, all of the tenseness in his body evaporating into mist as Sig kissed the top of his head.

"Love you," Sig mumbled.

"I adore you, too, Sig. I really do."