Part 2

Context: You've known a certain boy since high school, and he's not the nicest. He made a habit of picking on folks but you especially. Even still, you reckon he's not so bad, and when he opened up about potentially having depression and anxiety, you offered to help him with coursework. He seems grateful but it's difficult to tell. Maybe you'll find out how he really feels tonight.

Setting: A Sigma frat party

Tags:[M4A][Enemies to Friends?][Tsundere Jock Speaker][Helpful Nerd Listener][Hidden Feelings][Tsundere]vs[Deredere][Cuddles][Internal Monologue][Grumpy]to[Sweet][Sleep Confession][Vulnerable][CW: Mentions of Depression/Anxiety]

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Dialogue Note:

All dialogue is Leon. Italicized text is his internal monologue/thoughts

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[Scene opens within the Sigma frat house]

[SFX: Party ambiance]

[A Sigma frat party rages for the seventh hour in a row. Music pounds into your head as you, somehow, manage to sleep on the couch. A tall gent maneuvers through the crowd across the room, greeting people]

“Hey, welcome to the Sigma post-midterm rager! Nice to have you. Mindy, good to see you. Ayy, Mel! D! Is that Rex trying to grump in the back? How the Hell are ya?”

[Pause]

[He crosses the room but stops when he spots you]

“Nerd?! What the fuck are you doing here? Wait… Are you asleep? HOW are you asleep, the music is as loud as it can go!”

[Pause]

“Hey! C’mon, sit up, you dork, you can’t just sleep here!”

[Pause]

[He rolls his eyes and sets his cup aside]

Ugh, of course, they’re sleeping in the middle of a party… Fucking nerd.

[SFX: Party ambiance/the couch creaking]

“Yeah, I’m gonna get them to one of the guest beds, Dylan! I’ll keep an eye on them and, yes, no funny business, I got it! C’mon, Nerd… C’mere, lemme pick you up and get you to somewhere quieter. Don’t know if you drank anything but you’re going to have a migraine, no matter what you did. And I’m guessing you don’t party a lot, so…”

[He picks you up and carries you off to a guest room]

They feel so light… I told them they need to start fucking eating lunch. And breakfast… Damnit, why am ‘I’ acting like I’m not part of the problem? Practically force my work on them…

[SFX: A bed creaking]

[He sighs as he lies you down]

“Here, Nerd… Get some rest. I’ll go sit in the chair in the corner and just play on my phone or something. No chance I’m leaving you alone at a Sigma party when you’re passed out.”

[...pause?]

“Huh? Yeah, it’s me. You awake, Pipsqueak?”

[...]

“Yeah, I know you’re tired, you dork. You look like you haven’t slept in days. What the Hell are you even doing at a Sigma frat party?”

[Pause]

“Mark really wanted you to come, huh? … Mmh. Yeah, no way in Hell am I leaving you alone. These guys are my bros and all, but that doesn’t mean I trust them alone with someone like you… Pranks would be the least of your problems.”

[Pause…?]

“...Cuddle? Are you insane?!”

[...]

[He groans and rubs his face]

“...I guess I do owe you for taking on all of my coursework, yeah… Fine, let me just lock the door real quick and then I’ll scootch in. Just don’t get on me for smelling like cherry bombs. Winnie spilled the schnapps everywhere trying to light her damned grill.”

[SFX: Him locking the door and flopping on the bed]

[He locks the door and flops next to you, hard enough that you almost bounce right into his arms]

“Hup! Woop, you almost bounced into my arms, Nerd. Careful. Here, the blanket looks clean enough. Cuddle on up, and enjoy me being as nice as I’m ever going to be.”

[Pause]

[You cuddle up with him, glad for the built-in furnace feature for big, tsun-tsun boys]

[Pause <3]

“Pfft, grumpy guys do not have a built-in ‘grump heater’, I’m just a big guy with a lot of muscle and a massive hoodie. Course I’m going to be warm.”

[Pause]

[He exhales and puts an arm around you]

“There… Arm’s around you, blanket is up, and I remembered deodorant. Happy?”

[Pause <3]

“Yeah, well… Good. Freaking nerd…”

[Long Pause (them adjusting/cuddling)]

[After a moment of silence, he speaks again. Uncertain:]

“Hey, um… I really appreciate you agreeing to do my coursework for me, Nerd. I guess the professors don’t really care about legitimate excuses, such as: ‘I might have depression’, ‘I might have a whole bunch of other things’, ‘Trying to focus on anything besides football is a nightmare’, and so on. I know it’s a lot, though, and I’m fucking worried about you.”

[Pause]

Rrgh, stubborn little… Why won’t they let me care for them back…? Am I doing it wrong?

“Nerd, I’m serious. You’ve been skipping meals, I don’t see you at practice much anymore… You’re going to run yourself into the ground if you’re not careful.”

[Pause]

…They’re so insistent on me not stressing. Of course, they would be, remember how they reacted when you admitted you might have something wrong? They practically insisted on helping me… But, why? I’ve always been a massive dick to them, ever since high school, but now we’re… Wait, are we, friends?!

“Oh, God fucking damnit!”

[Pause?!]

“Ughh, no. Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump. Just thinking about our relationship.”

[Pause?]

…What the fuck did I just say?

“I-I mean, um… Like trying to figure us out, you know?”

US?!?!

“N-Not that there is an US, but, I don’t know if you want a friend or a boyfriend or-”.

AAAA, STOP TALKING!

[Pause…?]

[He clears his throat]

“Yep, I am good. All good. Shut up and get some sleep, Nerd. You look like you need it.”

[Pause!]

[You cuddle back up with him. It’s an odd sensation, but he does have a really good grump heater]

…They look so… cute, when they sleep. Eyebrows raised, lips a little parted… Damn, those lips… Wait. WAIT. Stop that! Stop being down bad for the nerd, are you insane?! Don’t do that, don’t be a fucking stereotype and catch feelings for the nerd!!!

[Pause]

…But I’m not. I’m catching feelings for you, as a person. Oh, no… No no no, I can’t put them through all of that. Through trying to deal with me, I hate me! Me is the worst! Nngh… Why hasn’t being mean chased you off?

[Pause]

…It’s OK. They’ll find someone that actually deserves them, I can take the blow, and move on. That’s the best thing I can do for them… Right?

[Pause]

…It’s going to be OK, sweetheart. I’m shit, but I’ll do my best to take care of you until someone worthy comes along. Might even pick on you a little less.

[Pause]

Heh, nahh. Can’t cut our buddy time short… but I’ll bring you lunch, at least. That’s something and something… is enough.

[Pause]

[He exhales quietly, holding you to his side. It’s quiet, but you can just hear him murmur:]

“...Thanks for caring about me, dork… Night.”

[To be continued?]