So, Yusuki6, I heard you like Violet x Cheslock?

I hope you guys enjoy!

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With a furrowed brow Gregory Violet pawed through his supplies, "has anyone seen my charcoal?" He asked the other Prefects, seated at the gazebo with him.

"I think Cheslock said you asked him to take them to the art rooms," Lawrence replied, after a second, frowning in thought.

Gregory had asked no such thing but requests got lost in translation sometimes. He looked around for his Fag but the other Violet Wolf student was mysteriously absent. "Maybe that's where he is," he agreed, getting to his feet. He didn't have anything better to do, he might as well go find out for himself.

As it turned out Cheslock had taken his things and the only thing Violet couldn't figure out was why. He hadn't gotten a concrete answer and now his sketchbook was missing and Violet was pretty sure he knew who'd taken it. His drawing charcoal might have been the first thing Cheslock had stolen from him but it hadn't been the last. Violet just didn't know why. If it were virtually anyone else Gregory might suspect he was being pranked, maliciously or otherwise. But Cheslock wasn't really the type to do this sort of thing just for fun -well, actually, yes, he was, but just not to Violet- and if he had a problem with Violet he wouldn't passive-aggressively bully him by taking his stuff, he'd tell him outright.

But Violet doubted that was it, he and Cheslock were closer than ever, they were less like Prefect and Fag these days and more like friends, good friends, They always sat together, taking, pursuing their separate hobbies, working or just enjoying the other's company in silence. The younger student was the person Gregory enjoyed being around the most, even more than the other Prefects usually. And unless Violet was totally misreading their relationship, Cheslock felt the same about him.

He didn't think he was misreading their relationship though, Cheslock was always finding excuses to be close to him, (not that Gregory needed to hear an excuse for them to be close), standing a little closer than was normal, leaning against him, resting his head on Violet's shoulder when he was tired. Even now Gregory's skin tingled at the memory of Cheslock's fingers running over his arm, his hand on his shoulder, and, once, his fingers running through Violet's hair as they read together, an experience that had been both intimate and pleasurable and one Violet wouldn't mind repeating in the future.

So unless his logical mind was way, way off the mark, Cheslock wasn't trying to push Violet away.

Then what the Hell was he doing?

Violet knocked curtly on Cheslock's door before Cheslock called for him to enter. He was seated on the couch, working on what appeared to be his math homework, Violet's sketchbook was on the table beside him beside new charcoal and roll of French bread, like an invitation.

"What are you doing?" Violet asked flatly.

"Math," answered Cheslock absently, deliberately misunderstanding.

"No, I mean, why are you doing this?" Violet asked, stepping inside, "why take my things and then just give them right back when I ask for them? What's the point? You aren't accomplishing anything with this."

"Aren't I?" Cheslock asked blandly, still looking at his work, but Violet could tell he was amused.

He tried to see Cheslock's angle and came up with nothing, there was no gain from this.

"If I didn't know better; I'd say you were just trying to get my attent-oh."

He broke of when he saw Cheslock's lips curve upwards. So that was it.

Violet just sighed as he sat down next to the other student. Now it was his turn to rest his head on Cheslock's shoulder and the younger boy immediately wrapped his arm around Violet's shoulders.

It felt nice.

"Next time you want to spend time together just ask." Violet said, trying not to look pleased as Cheslock ran his fingers through his hair again.

The other boy laughed, "where would the fun in that be?"

Done!