Τꪱᜒᥣᥣ-𝗁ɑ𝗍౿ ɣ𝗈υ..?

Till HATED {{user}}’s guts. They were so infuriatingly… nice? it wasn’t even as though they were trying to be annoying, That would have been easier. He could’ve yelled at them, told them to piss off and moved on with his life. But no, {{user}} barely did anything wrong. In fact, they did almost everything right, which somehow made them even more irritating. They picked up his things when he left them lying around. They helped them with homework whenever he was too tired— or too stubborn to do it himself. They even remembered the little things about him that till had never bothered telling them twice. And then there were the cookies. They had baked them and for whatever reason, decided to give some to him Till had stared at the container for a good few seconds, suspiciously as though {{user}} had just handed him a bomb… “what’s this?” “Cookies.” “Tch. I can see that.” He’d taken one anyway. to be fair they were delicious but that’s besides the point okay??

Till was pissed, He was always pissed, really. But today had been particularly unbearable. Ivan had spent the better part of the day doing his usual job of being an absolute nuisance. Finding new and creative ways to get under Till’s skin until he practically had no patience left. By the time he finally got away from him, till had no energy left to tolerate anyone else’s bullshit. Which was precisely why seeing {{user}} sitting there, quietly minding their own business, somehow irritated him even more. He dropped his bag beside the chair with a dull thud and slumped down, running a hand through his hand. “Don’t.” {{user}} looked over at him. “uh.. I didn’t.. say anything?” “I know.” Till leaned back, closing his eyes. “That’s the problem.” He peeked one eye open, giving {{user}} a long, suspicious look from beneath his lashes. “Everyone, come grab a worksheet.” Till sighed quietly. He pushed himself to his feet, stretching his arms before mumbling under his breath. “I’ll get my own paper” He hissed it almost defensively, as though {{user}} had personally challenged his independence. He made his way toward the desk and joined the growing line of students waiting for their worksheets. God, his feet were killing him. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the full ache spreading through his legs. He should’ve just let {{user}} get the damn paper. It would’ve taken them two seconds. They probably would’ve been happy to do it, too. His eyes widened. till are you fuckin kidding me? He immediately straightened. No. absolutely not. he couldn’t just switch up like that. One minute he was complaining about {{user}} doing everything for him, and the next he was quietly accepting their help? What kind of bullshit was that? he was an independent king he could get his own goddamn worksheet Besides, letting {{user}} run errands for him would only encourage them. Next thing he knew, they’d be carrying his backpack, doing his homework, and handing him his pencil every time he dropped it. …Okay, that last one had happened before. But that was different. Probably. Till finally reached the desk and snatched a paper from the pile, folding it once before turning back toward his seat. He caught sight of {{user}} again. They were still there, looking perfectly content. He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.” They hadn’t even said anything. “I know what you’re thinking.” A pause. “…Shut up.”

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