[M/N] yawns as he walked into music class, stretching his arms a bit. The teacher wasn't there, and there was only ten seats, none were filled yet. He hummed to himself before sitting in the way back, sighing softly as he sits down. Oh, how he wished for his phone back, to check messages, look over anything or maybe bother Maria. Even if he was pissed at her, he would still the brotherly things to annoy her or maybe ask her to make something for dinner. Maybe she could cook dinner before Opal could drag her away.

" Hey, baby boy~" [M/N] looked up to see Kenny taking the seat beside him, smiling. " Sorry about lunch, but thanks for sticking up for me and Butters. Even if he didn't need it~" raising a brow, [M/N] looked to Kenny.

" Why? What did Butters do?" The hunter asked as more kids slowly pour into the room, Kenny stared at [M/N] as his lips pulled into a scowl before slowly frowning.

" Butters was gonna kidnap you, and well, Dracula caught you with your moment of distraction. We haven't been on good terms really, and well, we kinda snitched on him to his dad." Kenny said, as [M/N] frowns back. He didn't know much of Butters family other than having a mom and dad. The dad was a dick but that was it, but it seemed the mother was neglectful or turns a blind eye to the father.

" You shouldn't have done that," [M/N] said, giving a sigh, running his fingers through his hair. " He already has a shitty dad, now you guys just telling on him for something dumb, that's such a bitch move."

" You're not dumb." Kenny frowns, as he moved, grasping [M/N]'s warm hand in his. " I would go save you, every time, all the time if I have to." Kenny gives a smile as [M/N] smiled back, a tiny flutter blooms in his chest before hearing the chair next to them pull back. He looked to see Stan, making the ravenette's eyes light up.

" Hey guys," Stan greets and his eyes locked onto their hands, which made [M/N] pull them away. "What songs do you think our Teacher is gonna assign us?" He was hoping for some rock or even pop songs. Maybe something to impress the hunter, since he was truly great at vocals and guitar. All those years of playing guitar hero really paid off, he tried to impress Wendy before but she pushed it off, saying he needed to focus his mind on more academic things. Like studying for whatever school she was obsessed with for the week.

"I hope something sexy, like, dancing like a stripper or something," Kenny said, eyeing the songs on the teacher's desk. " How long do you think it would take for a piece of paper to pr-"

"No, Kenny, No," Stan stops the blond from thinking about the same prank he pulled the year before. " That didn't work last year and it isn't going to work now."

"You never know," Kenny argues as he leans against his metal chair a bit, causing it to squeak. "Plus I want to sing something sexy, I'm tired of all these opera songs, the church songs too. I rather slit my own throat than sing baby Shark again."

"I think some church songs are nice." [M/n] admitted as the door opens, their teacher hurried in. He smoothed his dark hair as he hands the first row a piece of paper. 

"Hello, Kids, this year we will be changing up the song selection, since most of these songs are now, Un-P.C friendly." He said as one student takes a paper and passed it around, slowly coming it's way back to them. Kenny takes the papers and looked over them really quickly, letting out a loud, "WOO-HOO!" Causing the teacher to glare tiredly at the blond.

"Hush Kenneth." He said with a sigh as the blonde hands the paper to [M/N], who hands the last one to Stan. [M/N]'s moved down the song list and noticed the newest selection did have some dirty songs, songs that would make Opal flush in anger. Maybe I could actually start listening to music, that sounds like a cute hobby.

" I don't really have anything planned on the first day, but the instruments are clean and the stage is set." The teacher gestures to the back, pulling out his phone. " Go wild, we have forty-something minus anyway."

The other classmates didn't get up, but began talking or using their phones. Stan though took the chance and walked to the stage. None really bothered him or even watched as they did their own thing, and Kenny was looking at the songs once more. Wondering which could seduce [M/N] for the night again, or morning, or whenever, Kenny didn't care. He just wanted another taste of the hunter, de-stress him.

"Hey, [M/N]?" Stan said, making the hunter look up with a raised eyebrow and a small smile on his face. " Any requests?" [M/N] chuckled a bit, not exactly thinking of a song for Stan.

" Your choice." Stan licks his lips a bit, ignoring the warning glare Kenny was sending him, almost smirking as he noticed Kenny's grip on the paper. "I think I know what to sing, just hope you like it."

"Boo!" Kenny called out and [M/N] kept smiling, wondering what song Stan was going to perform. Once Stan got himself ready, hands on the microphone, and steady himself.

https://youtu.be/nNbZJ-IgAEg

[M/N] was a bit taken back from how deep Stan's voice went and how it was a bit echo-y. It made his ears hurt a bit but he kept quiet as Stan sang, his eyes closed as he grips the microphone tightly. It was a dark type of song, with lots of goth or emo vibes but [M/N] foot tap with the beat and sound of Stan's voice, how natural it sounded with the music from his phone that was plugged into the speaker. There were no lyrics with the music but Stan's voice.

CAN YOU FEEL....CAN YOU FEEL MY HEART?!

CAN YOU HELP THE HOPELESS? WELL, I'M BEGGING ON MY KNEES. CAN YOU SAVE MY BASTARD SOUL?

WILL YOU WAIT FOR ME? I'M SORRY BROTHERS, SO SORRY LOVERS, FORGIVE ME, FATHER, I LOVE YOU, MOTHER

[M/N] liked Stan's voice, it was deep when he sang this song but there was some warmth coming from [M/N]'s cheeks when Stan moved his gaze directly at him. It made him feel warm inside, but he wandered back to Stan's scent on the first day of school. He smelled so sad, so depressed and now the scent was only lingering now. It smelled like the beach and clean clothes were popping out of Stan now.

CAN YOU HEAR THE SILENCE? 

CAN YOU SEE THE DARK?

CAN YOU FIX THE BROKEN? CAN YOU FIX MY HEART?!

[M/N] flushed a bit, fanning himself, was it getting hot in there? Really hot? he wasn't touched by the affection, enough to dramatically fan himself like a fangirl at her favorite singer's concert. Kenny saw and clenched his jaw a bit, grasping his hood up to hide his dark expression as thoughts swarm his head. His teal eyes locked on the lovesick expression that Stan had on his face. I want to fucking stab his fucking eyes out with my  arrows~ Harsh, I love it.

Maybe he could sing a love song? Kenny has a way better voice anyway, [M/N] would totally swoon over his voice anyway. Though, writing a love song would take time and effort that Kenny didn't have. Plus, maybe he could do it somewhere privately, unlike Stan, he didn't have to show it off to everyone and be a dick about it.

CAN YOU FEEL....CAN YOU FEEL MY HEART?!

Stan coughs a bit at the end as he dragged out the last lyric and the music stopped finally. The bell rings and everyone stood up, not acknowledging Stan on their way out. Unlike [M/N] who gives the male a small smile. " That was amazing, I didn't know you could sing like that Stan." [M/N] compliments and the red hue was still on [M/N]'s face from the hot room. Stan felt lightheaded himself, probably from singing the lyrics to the song, his own cheeks flushed as well. Though, the way [M/N]'s face seemed flush, made him feel big; his ego felt big. Stan felt like his old self, before the fight, he felt confident, calm, at peace with himself for the moment. He's blushing for me. From me and no one else.

" Thanks, I just felt...like singing a song that speaks for my emotions," Stan said, rubbing his neck nape. " Did you get them though?...my feelings and emotions?" He asked, taking a step closer to the hunter. 

" I felt something," [M/n] admitted, not noticing Stan move an inch closer. "Stan? What's with that look?" Stan's gaze seemed unfocused and pupils dilated and his Iips parted. " Stan? Are you high or som-"

Stan's lips landed on [M/N] within a moment, the hunter went wide eye and stiffen up a bit, tense when the other's arms were wrapped around his neck. His eyes still staring, unfazed and unfocused, into [M/N]'s confused ones. He wasn't usually this motionless, he could've shove him off in an instant but this was just so surprising to him. This was confusing and [M/N] just kept still.

Until Stan was thrown off by Kenny who proceeded to kick Stan's side, his hood covering his face but [M/N] could see the anger in his usual playful teal eyes. " You fuck! You can't just kiss someone out the blu-ah!" Stan yanked Kenny down by his leg, making both lands on the ground. [M/N] would've called him a hypocrite but he felt like he was on fire. His chest feeling like it was gonna burst out into flames somehow. [M/N] panted as Kenny and Stan rolled around on the floor. Both exchanging punches, even Stan biting down on Kenny's arm.

[M/N] moved to open the door, revealing Heidi, her eyes wide as she saw him hurry past her. She moved her gaze down at the two fightings and scowls.  Her eyes moved towards the figure of [M/N], seeing he was not getting help but just running from the scene.

Her fist clenched but she saw Kenny grasping the end of the chair, about to throw it down on Stan. She gasped loudly, " Guys?! What are you guys doing?!" They stopped and Kenny drops the chair behind him.

" What? Were fighting!" Kenny snapped but noticed [M/N] was gone.

" See what you did, douche," Stan grumbled as he stumbled out from under the blond. He heard the fast steps of people coming to the door, Heidi's startled screaming must've caught the attention of someone and they were coming quick.

[M/N] moved towards the exit, hoping the goths were gone by now. Maybe rolling around in the snow would be good for this unexpected heat spell. It would be good against his skin if it weren't for the lump in his jeans.

[M/N] gasped as the air hit him once he was outside, sliding down the rail and pressed himself against the brick wall, hissing as the cold surface hit his skin. He felt like he wanted to melt. [M/N] tugged his shirt off and sigh more as his skin was pricked against the brick wall but this help so much. Hell, he was lucky that there were a few more periods before people would leave. It was also good that the teachers were glued to their phones as well, and won't notice his half-naked self.

Maybe he could escape home? he had the problem below, does that count as sick? Would it be bad if he finished outside? There was snow on the floor anyway, so it would match the color hopefully, not as bright as snow but no one would notice.

"[M/N]? I saw you running and I came as fast as I coul-.....is that a boner?"

"...Go away-"