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Context: You're a typical high school student. The only difference is that you are nonverbal and carry around a little chalkboard to communicate your thoughts. No one bothers you much, except for him. Neither of you are sure when your little prank war started, or how it became a daily event to chase each other around various classrooms or threaten to do various things to the other's moms. Either way, he knows how to push your buttons. Today, you may just find out how to push his... a little too far.

Setting: High School

Tags: [MM4A][Frenemies to ?][Overloaded Delinquent Speaker][Nonverbal Listener][Pranks][Reverse Comfort][Kind of Wholesome][Comfort Kit][Sensory Overload][Flirting?][Confession][Cuddles][Asking Out][CW: Sensory Overload]

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***[T] = The teacher, so sick of your sass

All other unmarked text is the Speaker

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[Scene opens in a classroom, late in the afternoon]

[SFX: Students packing up and shuffling]

[A boy saunters up to you as you pack up with the same snide smile]

“Ayy, it’s the nonverbal nerd. What are you scribbling on your little chalkboard today, hm?”

[SFX: Chalk on a chalkboard]

[He glances at it and his smile turns into a scowl]

“... What did I tell you would happen the next time you decided to compare my mom to a dump truck?”

[SFX: Chalky talky]

[He turns scarlet]

“Oh, that is IT you little shit! You got me last time but I’m two up on our little prank war, and you are about to get a taste of what the class fish tank tastes like!”

[He goes to grab you by the collar but you duck away and make a break for it, him hot on your heels]

“C’MERE YOU LITTLE MIME-BASTARD!”

[T] “Hey! That’s enough, both of you!”

[You both stop as the teacher snaps]

[T, with a sigh] “I swear, it’s ALWAYS you two. Sit down, opposite sides of the room. You get the pleasure of staying an hour after class to cool off. I don’t want to hear it. I’m sick of the prank wars, I’m sick of you two sending nasty, lewd notes to each other during class, and I’m ESPECIALLY sick of the after class sprints. One hour. The rest of you, out.”

[The other students giggle and head out with the teacher as he shuts the door behind him]

“...Nice job, idiot.”

[SFX: Chalky talky]

“Yeah, yeah. Like you have enough ass for me to bite in the first place. Hmph. Pain in my ass, you know that?”

[SFX: Chalky talky]

“Pfft, whatever… I just don’t want to have to see you rolling around on the ground again, OK? That shit was messed up. Like, I don’t even get how something can overwhelm a human being, but you get fucked up by so many different things that I-”.

[SFX: Thunder cracking outside]

[He jumps, going ghost white as thunder cracks outside. His breathing harshens]

“F-Fuck! I-I-It wasn’t meant to storm today!”

[SFX: Chalky talky]

[He squints at your little chalkboard, gulping for air]

“A-Am I OK? Pssh, y-yeah! Yeah! Totally… I-I’m good…”

[SFX: Another bout of thunder]

[He yelps and clutches at his ears, curling into a ball on the ground]

“It’s too loud! It’s too loud! Make it stop!!!”

[...]

[You scoot over to him and tap his hand]

“H-Huh?”

[SFX: Chalk on a chalkboard]

“G-Go to the supply closet…? B-But why?”

[SFX: Another thundercrack and he yelps, scrambling up and rushing into the supply closet]

[You follow him and shut the door behind you]

“AGH, OK OK OK! I-I’m in the closet! F-Fuck, fuck, how long is the storm meant to last? It shouldn’t h-have even happened! The n-news said… What are you doing?”

[You sit and take off your hoodie, setting it on your lap and patting it]

“You want me to lie my head in your lap? Eugh, really? This is going to help? I-Is this some stupid tactic to get me to-?”

[SFX: Another thundercrack, softer]

[He whines and rests his head in your lap]

“...OK… I guess r-resting my head in your lap isn’t the worst… Now what are you writing?”

[SFX: More chalky chalks]

“OK… OK… Y-Yeah, you can put your hands over my ears. Thanks.”

[You do so, holding him until the shaking and twitching stops. After a bit, you reach into your bag and get your calm down kit]

“Mmgh? What are you getting out of your bag?”

[SFX: Chalky talky]

“A… ‘calm down kit’? Pftt, sounds dumb. What’s even in here? Some noise-canceling headphones, some aspirin, juice boxes, and a teddy bear…?”

[SFX: Chalky talky]

“So, when you get sensory overload, you use the headphones, lie down, have some juice and just watch some soothing stuff on your phone?”

[You nod]

“...I guess that’s pretty smart… Wuh-hey! Don’t just put the headphones on me! Rude…”

[...]

“...Yeah, OK, I get it. I got us into this… I’m… sorry, by the way… I know we mess with each other on occasion but… I didn’t mean to scare you. Aw? Aw maaann, c’mon… Don’t pet my head like that, I can’t even… rrgh…”

[SFX: Chalky talky]

[He looks at your board and pouts]

“... Yeah we can watch cartoons or anime together until the storm passes. I want to state, for the record, that lying here, sipping apple juice and watching anime is not very cool of either of us.”

[SFX: Chalky talky]

[He snorts]

“Pfftt, fine. It’s also not cool to care about what other people think, I get it. Um… yeah, here’s your phone, OK… Dude, your taste in anime is trash, haha. Ay! I’m kidding!”

[Pause?]

“No, I… I can’t hit the thunder anymore. How about this one? Any storm scenes?”

[You shake your head and he exhales in relief]

“Good… I’d hate to double down on this session of nightmarish agony. The sensory overload isn’t great either, ow! Guhh, fine, fine. Let’s see how good this show is… Are you, um, comfortable? Like this?”

[You nod]

“Cool. Your lap is… comfortable. I guess. Huh? Yeah, yeah, I’m holding the bear… He’s comfy. I guess.”

[You hold him while the two of you watch the anime together. It’s on the sillier side but a good enough distraction while his breathing steadily calms]

[SFX: Chalky talky]

“...Thanks for saying I’m doing great. And thank you for… you know… You’re, um… I really think… I like your stupid face, OK? I like how we mess with each other, I enjoy our time together… I don’t get this shit, you know? For me, not being able to handle a thunderstorm makes me feel…”

[SFX: Chalky talky]

“... Yeah. Like a burden.”

[SFX: Chalky talky]

“Do I think you’re a burden? Of course not! Why would you ask that? It’s not like you can help this shit, you know? You’re doing your best and that’s… you just taught me a lesson, didn’t you.”

[You smile and he snorts and shakes his head]

“OK, OK… I’m not a burden. Better?”

[You nod]

“Good… Yo, you want to go to prom and cause some chaos with me? I’ll rent the limo and all.”

[Pause]

“Great! You’ll come tux shopping with me, right? I can’t show up not looking boss.”

[You nod again]

“Excellent. Right, next episode?”

[Another nod]

“Bet.”

[You sit back and carry on watching with him. The storm has been over for a few minutes but you figure there’s no harm in a few more episodes]

[The End]