Covetshipping (Atem/Mahad/Set)
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"And now that I have your attention, let's continue your history lessons. In the twentieth year of—what did you just call me?"
Atem felt his face heat up like the sun and he quickly dropped his face to the parchment, trying to pretend that he was taking notes.
Set wasn't fooled, however, pointedly pressing a hand on top of Atem's desk and leaning in about as close as he dared, forcing Atem's gaze to flicker up and meet his gaze.
"Go on," Set said, with that dry venom he always seemed to have. "Share with the rest of the class."
Mahad lowered his own parchment a bit, looking curiously at the both of them,
"What happened?" he said.
"Our dear prince apparently has an interesting idea about the pair of us," Set said, standing back up and folding his arms. "Go on, what was it that you said?"
"Nothing," Atem said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
Set's gaze got even icier and Atem tried his hardestto suppress the grin that was starting to bubble in the back of his throat. God, but it was so easy to set him off. Mahad was a little harder to annoy, he always had that same placid smile on his face until things really got out of hand—Mana was the real whizz at making Mahad lose his composure.
"If you heard me say something, you could just tell me what you heard," Atem said innocently.
"Don't try and wiggle out of this, just say it out loud," Set said. "Mahad, tell him."
"Prince, could you perhaps just say whatever it is you said under your breath so that we can continue?" Mahad said, half smiling but looking all of a sudden exhausted.
"I didn't say anything," Atem said. "That would be distracting to the lesson, wouldn't it?"
Set's mouth open wide and Atem could see a gasket about to blow when—his eyes briefly bulged, and Atem knew that Set had caught on. It looked, for a moment, like Set was considering whether or not it was worth being executed to throttle Atem for a minute.
Mahad just laughed softly, walking over to put a hand on Set's shoulder, which Set angrily shrugged off.
"Getting us to argue with you is only going to make the lesson take longer, not completely get you out of it," Mahad said. "Let's get back to it, shall we?"
"Of course," Atem said, trying to continue his innocent act.
Set briefly pressed his fingers into his eyelids. Atem wondered if he had actually broken him or something. But then the priest let out a gasping sigh, and flipped his parchment back up.
"Yes, let's," he said. "In the twentieth year..."
Atem rested his head on his hand as he grinned down at his parchment, which was covered in doodles in the margins of his sloppy notes. Nag patrol, he wrote as a label to the tiny stick figure drawings of Set and Mahad. Then he made a third tally mark underneath the picture of Set, and tried to come up with a new, more hilarious way to get Set to lose his composure againduring the lesson. Maybe he could make it to five points—or maybe he could get Mahad going at least once. That was worth more.
Mana was gonna be jealous of how many points he had gotten at the end of this lesson.
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A/N: Fucking nerds. Next is Corruptshipping (Thief King Bakura x Priest Set).
