Axel missed the first day of Intro. Psych due to oversleeping, but he wasn't too concerned. He missed a bunch of scared baby freshman and other disenchanted seniors like himself. He's only taking it to get the gen. ed. credit, so who cares?
He shows up on time for the second lesson at least, with a copy of the syllabus snagged from Demyx's boyfriend, who TAs the other section. But apparently missing it was a bad decision, because he also missed out on learning the name of the bitchy looking blond guy who shows up five minutes late with a cup of coffee the size of his head.
There's something about him that seems familiar, but Axel can't put his finger on it before the lesson starts. The professor drones on and on about the importance of attendance - whoops, fucked that one up already! - and taking studies seriously, but all he can focus on is the strange feeling tugging at his heart.
Axel tries to catch up with the stranger after the lesson, but he's out the door before Axel can get out of his seat.
Fuck.
Every class is like this: strange blond shows up at the last possible second (or late), gripping coffee like it's his life force, Axel gets even stranger feelings that make him want to tear his hair out, and then blondie dips out before Axel has a chance to talk to him. It's almost enough to make him feel like he's going out of his away to avoid someone, but Axel isn't gonna sit around and think up wild conspiracies.
Sometimes, going to a massive state school fucking sucks, because it's too god damn big to try to track down a random guy from his class. He's tried now, but "blond, with spiked hair, really short?" doesn't narrow it down enough apparently. At this point, Axel's pretty sure he's gonna go the whole semester without figuring out who the mystery boy is.
Until he oversleeps again and says fuck it to going to class. He'll get the notes from someone else later and take a leisurely breakfast/lunch at Starbucks. Seated in a back corner with his oversized coffee mug is none other than the illusive blond, and Axel doesn't waste any time in joining him at his cramped table.
"Hey there!" he says, grinning, and is greeted with a look of confusion. Fuck, his eyes are such a bright blue. Who allowed that?
"Can I help you?" he asks, like he can't decide if he should be brusque or friendly.
"Well, you're in intro psych with me, and I see we're both playing hooky to chill at Starbucks instead," he says. "I'm Axel."
"I overslept."
He offers his hand, hoping to get some sort of connection from this guy. "Whaddaya know? Me too."
There's a pause, painfully long and strained, before he takes Axel's hand. "I'm Roxas."
And that is the final piece, the one that pulls all the strands of messy, confusing emotions together. There's a warmth between them now - or at least Axel hopes there is. "I'm glad we met again."
Roxas gives him a strained smile. "Took you long enough. I can't believe you skipped the first day of class."
Axel laughs as the last bit of stress and awkwardness falls away. This is it.
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He shows up on time for the second lesson at least, with a copy of the syllabus snagged from Demyx's boyfriend, who TAs the other section. But apparently missing it was a bad decision, because he also missed out on learning the name of the bitchy looking blond guy who shows up five minutes late with a cup of coffee the size of his head.
There's something about him that seems familiar, but Axel can't put his finger on it before the lesson starts. The professor drones on and on about the importance of attendance - whoops, fucked that one up already! - and taking studies seriously, but all he can focus on is the strange feeling tugging at his heart.
Axel tries to catch up with the stranger after the lesson, but he's out the door before Axel can get out of his seat.
Fuck.
Every class is like this: strange blond shows up at the last possible second (or late), gripping coffee like it's his life force, Axel gets even stranger feelings that make him want to tear his hair out, and then blondie dips out before Axel has a chance to talk to him. It's almost enough to make him feel like he's going out of his away to avoid someone, but Axel isn't gonna sit around and think up wild conspiracies.
Sometimes, going to a massive state school fucking sucks, because it's too god damn big to try to track down a random guy from his class. He's tried now, but "blond, with spiked hair, really short?" doesn't narrow it down enough apparently. At this point, Axel's pretty sure he's gonna go the whole semester without figuring out who the mystery boy is.
Until he oversleeps again and says fuck it to going to class. He'll get the notes from someone else later and take a leisurely breakfast/lunch at Starbucks. Seated in a back corner with his oversized coffee mug is none other than the illusive blond, and Axel doesn't waste any time in joining him at his cramped table.
"Hey there!" he says, grinning, and is greeted with a look of confusion. Fuck, his eyes are such a bright blue. Who allowed that?
"Can I help you?" he asks, like he can't decide if he should be brusque or friendly.
"Well, you're in intro psych with me, and I see we're both playing hooky to chill at Starbucks instead," he says. "I'm Axel."
"I overslept."
He offers his hand, hoping to get some sort of connection from this guy. "Whaddaya know? Me too."
There's a pause, painfully long and strained, before he takes Axel's hand. "I'm Roxas."
And that is the final piece, the one that pulls all the strands of messy, confusing emotions together. There's a warmth between them now - or at least Axel hopes there is. "I'm glad we met again."
Roxas gives him a strained smile. "Took you long enough. I can't believe you skipped the first day of class."
Axel laughs as the last bit of stress and awkwardness falls away. This is it.