A/N: Just something this guy on my bus inspired, that he'll never know about. XD …They're not perfectly in character, forgive me.
"We have a new resident joining us today," the teacher said. The announcement was unnecessary; Wammy's was occupied only by genius children. Even if it wasn't, this would have been obvious; a redheaded boy was already standing in front of the class, his eyes focused on the ground, shifting nervously from foot to foot.
The class just stared at him, slightly interested in the new boy, and most were glad from the distraction from actual lessons.
"And he wants to introduce himself."
What total bullshit. Matt never been very social. All he wanted was to go sit in the back and play his games. Even if he'd been told that this place was too advanced to not pay attention, he knew he would do it anyway.
"...Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"
All eyes were on Matt, even the ones that were ignoring him before. He knew his face was red; he didn't like attention from anybody, and wasn't used to it. It was awkward for him.
As he scanned the faces in the room, some watching him intently, others lazily staring, he caught sight of a blonde boy, head on the desk, disinterested. The blonde met his eyes and glared at him, making him shiver; those eyes could tear him apart, control him… With no effort.
The blonde went back to acting bored, staring at him without really focusing. He looked away and said a hasty, "I'm Matt," to the class before quickly heading toward the back of the nearest row. As he passed the blonde boy, he grabbed his wrist and glared at him coldly.
"Why were you staring at me?"
A faint blush appeared on his cheeks as he was confronted, but he wasn't as scared as he should be; the blonde was blushing, too.
He looked rather feminine, actually; delicate, as if he couldn't harm anybody. Matt wondered if this whole cold, violent behavior was only an act. But those eyes… They washed away any doubt he had.
He just gave a carefree, teasing answer. For some reason, he wanted this boy to like him, wanted to joke with him, wanted to be friends. He really hadn't had a friend before, but maybe he could start.
"Because."
The boy said nothing further, only rolling his eyes as he released Matt's wrist. He continued to walk to the back of the room, sitting in the very back corner. He did want to befriend this boy—if that was possible; he seemed harsh, despite his seemingly feminine appearance, with the way he glared—but he didn't want to sacrifice his game time just yet. Besides, he seemed focused on the lesson, anyway—any time Matt glanced at him, he was taking notes, or asking a question (though, there was one time when he hit the albino kid with a crumpled piece of paper, that obviously had some sort of insult written on it from the way he looked back to the blonde when he opened it). He wouldn't have had a chance to talk to him, anyway. He was content with his game, anyway.
A while later, the teacher dismissed the class. Matt, busy focusing on his game, doing his best to block out all sound and sights unrelated to the game, nearly missed it, but he walked out as he noticed the others around him leaving.
He had a basic idea of the lesson, but since this game was new, he'd focused more on that than his first day at Wammy's. Normally, he understood more of the information that somehow seeped its way into his consciousness, but he was lost this time. Maybe that old guy—Roger? He'd never been good with names—was right when he said he needed to pay attention here.
But then again, maybe he could get that blonde kid to teach him. He seemed pretty smart.
He sat at a more-or-less empty table near the back of the lunchroom after getting his food, and briefly glanced at the blonde boy again. He may have been a few tables away, but still noticed Matt the second he looked at him, making this obvious by looking back, directly at him, and smirking.
Matt blushed and focused again on eating. He felt as if he'd been caught checking someone out—which he wasn't, he wasn't gay for some guy he didn't even know.
That guy he didn't even know whispered something to the people sitting near him, before confidently walking over to Matt, taking a seat across from him at the same table.
He's… Here? With me? Why? Matt couldn't understand why he'd want to sit by him. He didn't exactly seem the friendly type.
So that he wouldn't be distracted from the boy—he deemed him more important than his game already… That, and he seemed like he might break it if he was paying more attention to it—he shut off the power to the game he had been playing under the table, slipping the DS into his pocket.
Matt blushed as he saw the boy smirk at him, keeping his eyes on him. He felt a mix of fear, like the boy was able to see his thought, and embarrassment, as if he was thinking the same kinds of things Matt was thinking about him earlier.
"I like your eyes," the blonde finally said, grinning at him, seeming to actually mean this.
Matt could tell that he was blushing from the comment, and he was very aware of how wide his eyes were from the shock, and how his mouth was open as he gaped at the boy.
"Wh-what? Why would you say that? Why are you even here?" He knew that this was a compliment, but he was used to avoiding people; he'd never been told this before. Sure, it gave him a nice feeling, but it was so weird to be told that.
Calmly, the blonde smiled almost mockingly as he shrugged, embarrassing Matt further with this. Of course, he was the only one freaking out over this.
"Because," he finally offered, grinning wider.
A/N: Sorry for the abrupt ending, I couldn't think of anything better. Reviews would be lovely. (: