could it be love?

[strangesniper]

[so there may or may not have been a nerd at a certain show last night with his shit-tier disguise consisting only of sunglasses. during today's lecture, he didn't look up very much, and definitely not at you because he's not embarrassed at all, shut up, he's just going to pack up in silence.]

Comments

[fieldsofview]

Really?

[strangesniper]

[like he's been ~so burdened~ by this]

Yes.

[fieldsofview]

Okay! Bike's out front. Let's go.

[strangesniper]

[wait, his bike?]

[fieldsofview]

[wow i've got a date]

[strangesniper]

[WHAT DID I JUST AGREE TO]

[fieldsofview]

[taking a ride on my ridiculous vroom vroom machine that i am extremely proud of?]

Hop on.

[strangesniper]

Absolutely not.

[fieldsofview]

... What, so you're walking to the flatbread place?

[strangesniper]

It would be safer.

[fieldsofview]

I haven't died yet.

[strangesniper]

[his look is skeptical]

[fieldsofview]

Do you want a helmet or something?

[strangesniper]

You don't wear one?

[fieldsofview]

Messes up my hair.

[strangesniper]

You've never been injured?

[fieldsofview]

Not once.

[strangesniper]

[he seems to be coming to terms with the idea, but.]

... If I fall off, it's your fault.

[fieldsofview]

Hold on tight and we won't have to worry about that.

[strangesniper]

[the tips of his ears are definitely not red]

That's—not necessary!

[fieldsofview]

Don't get flustered, Professor Midorima.

[strangesniper]

I am not!

[fieldsofview]

Whatever you say.

[getting on the bike, which glows into life at his touch]

[strangesniper]

[s-sits. behind him. pointedly not touching him.]

[fieldsofview]

Can't say I didn't warn you.

[and we're off.]