English class was a terror. As always. Mr. Murphy had given you a full page of homework, all of which was made of pure English structure. Why he couldn't have us write a story- as those were ten times as interesting to do- you didn't know.

He clearly liked having everything perfectly done, based on how he feels the need to review so much of sentence structure.

Nevertheless, the moment that class was over, your stress levels fell over like a two legged table.

Laying your chest on the table with a huff of exhaustion and hanging your arms off the front, you let put a long sigh.

Eeeeeee...... You did not like him as a teacher.

He has a nice face, but that glare gives you literal heart attacks.

At least there was the five minute chiller between classes. The one good small moment where you could chill for a sec.

And chill you did.

Until you felt a small nudge on your arm.

"You okay?" Was the small question asked. Endre had noticed your collapsed body, and poked you again when you didn't answer.

To which you groaned before answering an exhausted "Yeeeeees..."

"You sure about that?" He shot back, sounding rather suspicious.

You groaned again, "Kindaaaa....." you paused, "I don't know."

You peaked you head up just enough to see Endre's torso, before settling your head back down, "No."

"Why not?"

Endre's voice is actually pretty blunt sounding. You'd never noticed that before in your previous conversations. Kinda like he's reading off of a paper, but at the same time just emotional enough to pass as a regular voice. You wondered what you sounded like to him. Probably a squeaky teenager.

"The dragon gives me heart attacks... that's why."

You wished you could see his facial expression. Read the mood he was giving. But you kept your head down, waiting anxiously for him to reply and give you something to read.

Thankfully, he gave off a small laugh- to confirm that he wasn't being hostile, "He does do that, doesn't he?" His voice sounded pleasantly amused, still small and quiet though.

You smiled into your arm, "Yeah- hehe. You get near heart attacks too?"

"One more then one occasion, yes." He paused in his speaking. A small silence passed before he let out a small strangled yet awkward laugh.

You let out a laugh of your own, though not nearly as socially awkward sounding.

"Your a chill dude." You held an arm up, keeping your head on the desk. Your hand formed a perfection sign, "Very chill my dude. I loike it."

He didn't say anything for a bit, either looking at the absurdity of your raised arm, or contemplating your use of chill and dude, but after a bit, he made a fond noise before speaking, "Thank you."

"Anytime my dude."

With that, the history teacher walked in.

Mr. Pias was the nice teacher, you remembered. Contemplative, calm, and overall jolly.

Several of those teasing students yelled out "PIGGY!!" In the most overjoyed sentence you'd ever heard, and Mr. Pias simple chuckled and said, "Yes, yes, piggy is here, that old dragon can't have you now."

Everyone laughed with him at his joke, and being the person you were, you let out a chuckle of your own. Such a nice old dude.

The class settled down after a few more jokes, an ever present air of comfort being exhibited with Mr. Pias in the room. Everyone had flipped open their books, and Mr. Pias had began to read something, voice very much the sound of someone in the early fifties.

You wondered why old people were always the nicer ones.

Probably because they've had time to grow out of all their hormonal temperaments.

Speaking it that bluntly in your head, made you glance from Mr. Pias, to Endre's torso.

His arms were crossed as usual, one lanky limb over the other. Funny- he must have had some horrible growing pains with how tall he was.

With your thoughts wandering towards growing pains- you suddenly thought about how everyone in this school is a walking body of copious amounts of hormonal chemicals.

Not something you had wanted to envision. Especially not something you wanted to think about every time you so much as glanced at Endre, so you shook your head, focusing back onto Mr. Pias's old man voice.

Old man voice.

Hah.

You let out a suppressed chuckle. 'Old man voice.'

You felt a light tapping on your shoulder, and based on direction you knew who it was.

"What's funny." Endre whispered all quiet like.

His inquire only made your own joke funnier to yourself, and several quiet and chocked giggles hit your closed lips.

He poked your shoulder again, gaze dead set on you and making the hairs on your neck stand up. You only started chocking more when he made a disgruntled noise at your lack of conversation.

"Stahp it-" You giggled quietly, shoving his poking finger away. He relented when you finally spoke, pulling his hand back to his crossed arms and leaving you to try to control your fit of muffled giggles.

By some divine way or another, Mr. Pias didn't notice the antics you both had just exhibited, and the rest of class went by scott free. Only one piece of homework from his class, that of which was a three question multiple choice worksheet. Noice, was the only thing you had uttered when the paper was passed to you.

The rest of the day passed like that, Endre being oddly silent for how willing to interact he had just been a couple moments ago. You took it he didn't want to get in trouble for talking, but all the rest of the teachers were pretty chill.

You knew you shouldn't jump to any assumptions, but you fretted over the considerations you had and hoped to dear goodness that you hadn't done something to make him uncomfortable. Goodness knows what he does when he feel uncomfortable. You had a bruise and still healing cut from that.

Fiddling with the strap on your binder, you had the nagging itch to do something. You felt nervous? restless even? It really made you want to do something, and with the fact that you already completed your homework in all your free time, (except math, but you didn't feel like dealing with math) you didn't have anything to place that restlessness to.

Glancing around the room, you watched friends chat quietly with each other. Your teacher went out for something, and there was only a couple minutes until the first bell rang, so it wasn't like you needed to do something in this exact instant.

Taking a deep breath, you looked to the right, spotting Endre's torso. Sucks you can't talk face to face, but you'd deal with it.

"So hey." You started, garnering his attention you hoped, "Back in Mr. Pias's class."

He hummed in confirmation that he heard you.

"Sorry I didn't tell you- didn't want to interrupt Mr. Pias."

"Ah- I see." His voice was always so awkward sounding. Like he didn't really know how to talk to people.

"And the stahp it was just me joshin you, so no worries." He probably knew it was a joke, but honestly you just didn't want a misunderstanding.

"Oh." He paused, sounding a bit dumbfounded. So he didn't know.

"I'm... not the best at understanding humor. Forgive me if I can't interpret things."

You almost did a double take, shaking your head and keeping your eyes forward with a smile, "Woah- dude don't worry- It's totally chill if you don't get it. I forgive you- haha- Sometimes I'm not the best with humor either, so there's no worries."

His sigh sounded a bit happy, "That's a relief."

You held out a bro-fist, "If anything hurts your feelings accidentally, tell me, I'll reign in my humor for you."

He chuckled calmly before speaking in a mirthful tone, "Thank you."

Your fist sat in the air, waiting for the return. It didn't come, but you still held it their.

"Strange that a handshake would work like that, but all right." He said, sounding just as amused as before. Before you knew it, his hand was around your fist, bobbing it up and down in a gentle shake.

You laughed, "That was a bro-fist, but that's okay-"

"Bro-fist? Sorry, but uh- that's something I'm not quite acquainted with."

"Wait, you've never had a fist bump before?" You raised both eyebrows in disbelief.

"Not that I can remember, but is it safe to assume that it involves fists, and bumping?"

You snorted, "And you said you don't have a humor... But ye-"

Rather suddenly, the bell went off, interrupting what you wanted to say rudely. You both paused and waited for the bell to stop ringing, which wasn't too long of a wait.

He waved his hand in a gesturing motion, "Please, continue." His voice was still rather jolly sounding.

"Hahah! I shall." You smiled before continuing, "But yes, it involves fists and bumping. More specifically hitting the fists together."

"Wouldn't that hurt? You don't want me to punch you again, do you?" The fact that he genuinely sounded confused made you crack.

"PFffft- Nooo- Haha!- no thank you, that was a painful experience." You closed your eyes, head resting on your arms, "You have to do it gently. Just a nice little smack."

He paused for a few seconds, and you imagined him in deep thought, "I want a retry with the 'bro-fist.' "

Wordlessly, you raised your fist up, waiting for him to return it. When he did return it, the gentle pap of his knuckles hitting yours was a nice feeling. Fist bumps always were really nice.

Placing your hand back under your chin, you smiled contentedly. It really felt like you were making it passed that acquaintance faze with your seat partner.

Hearing the speaker crackle, the announcer voice came from it, saying something to see if it was working. The class kept talking.

"..."

"..."

Endre and yourself had gone silent. It would appear your still awkward with each other- as the silence that came with it made you feel tense.

Gathering your books and pencil case, you shoved them into your book bag, zipping it shut with a quick movement.

Finally, the bell rang again, the speaker crackling soon after as a voice began to call out bus numbers.

Standing up, you threw your book bag onto your back and walked towards the entrance. Surprisingly enough, Endre also stood up, grabbing his own bag and simply holding the handle while he walked after you.

"You got the same bus too?" You questioned him, eyebrow raised with your uncertainty.

He shook his head, "No. My father drives. Usually wants to leave early, so I have to rush out."

"Ah."

Both of you silently walked out of the class.

The halls were still relatively less cluttered, students exiting class's with their bus numbers.

"So uh-" Endre's started, "See ya."

You gave a grin and a wave, "Yup- see ya dude."

Endre split up from you speed walking ahead with his freaking long as all crap legs. He's a lanky dude, no doubt about it- lanky arms, legs, torso- you had to guess he was at least six foot something.

Squinting your eyes at his retreating figure, you paused.

"BAH-"

Jolting in your place, you flipped around, slapping the hands that grabbed your shoulder off with a war cry.

"AH- WHO-..." Dead panning at Wolf's face, you grabbed his wrist with a whine, "Whhhhyyy boi- whyyyy...?"

His giant grin was answer enough, but he spoke anyways, "Boi- you know why."

Brushing off your slightly annoyed, but also amused look, he slung an arm around your shoulder and rocked back and forth, "So how's my bro doin???"

By instinct, you also threw an arm around his shoulder, "Eh- better now that my fran is here."

You both began trotting down the halls with each other's arms around each other's shoulder. Surely, you both must have looked like a couple of buffoons in a school where people can't openly be as happy as they'd like.

A few prying eyes glanced at you and Wolf. Let's be honest.

Who cares what people think. They don't concern me.

Grinning from ear to ear, you looked at Wolf, "So- what's new?"

The groan of annoyance that follow was all you needed to know that things were ruff, "Ugggh- Don't get me started." He pulled his arm off of your shoulder, and began to count on his fingers, "First- the teacher gives me crap to deal with- Second- my sisters blab off my ears with nonsense about guys- and third- I stayed up all night when I shouldn't have."

He sighed, eyes drooping, "I'm so tired right now."

You patted his shoulder with a firm touch, "I feel ya bruh- I feel ya."

"Thank you kind friend- your so kind to me~" Putting on a British accent, he bowed his head extravagantly.

"I give you great deal- yah?"

He sputtered, "Haha- dude- that was actually a pretty good Russian impression."

"Ya think?" Your shoulders rose just a bit higher then they were before.

"Definitely." He confirmed, raising his eyebrows and smiling.

Reaching the exit to school, you filtered out with the rest of the students, reaching your bus and settling into the seats near the middle of the bus.

He glanced to you, the circles under his eyes looking rather prominent in this lighting, "So uh- you wouldn't mind if I slept- would you?"

You shook your head- "Not at all- feel free to go sleepy time."

Immediately after you said that, he plopped his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes, "Wake me up when the dude in front of us gets off- he's my neighbor."

"Sure thing."

Pressing your back against the seat, you looked out the window.

You wondered what Endre was doing.