Chapter Text
Modern AU.
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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
BEEP!
“Dude, we are gonna be so late for school!” The sound of a shout from outside, quickly followed by something hitting the window, startled Flins awake, causing him to jolt upright in his bed.
BEEP!
He groans as he squints at the alarm clock that rests idly on top of his drawer and rubs his eyes. It was covered with clothing that was obviously in need of washing, as well as a magazine.
Actually, he has now realized his whole room needed a clean.
“Fuck man…” Flins rubbed a hand over his face, careful not to hit his fresh snakebite piercings he got over the summer.
BEEP!
Another rock was thrown at his window, and Flins got up, only for his foot to get caught in the middle of his bedsheets.
He yelped, collapsing to the floor where he hit his shoulder on a drawer, causing an alarm clock and some clothes to fall.
Flins reached out his hand to turn it off and did so with a huff, escaping from him. “Alright, alright! I’m fucking up!” He says groggily, licking his lips while he gets himself to his feet.
He rubs at his shoulder, annoyed that an ache is starting to develop, and looking around, he spots some Advil sitting on top of his dresser.
Reaching for the bottle, he-
When the door to his bedroom burst open, Flins instantly froze and quickly crossed his arms to conceal his bare chest.
“You know what time it is?” The voice paused, and all Flins could see was a shadow of his friend who was standing in the hallway, “We are so fucked, and it’s literally the first day of senior year, man!”
Weird.
He swore his alarm was set earlier.
“How the fuck did you get into my house?” Flins mumbles under his breath, a loud yawn escaping from him, and he scratches his messy hair.
The silhouette disappears once he is more into the light of the bedroom, and Flins chuckles as he watches his large friend, Itto, struggle to enter his bedroom, pushing against the door that stubbornly refuses to open due to the mound of dirty laundry piled beside it.
Itto rolls his eyes and grunts as he finally enters the room and juts his thumb toward the hallway. “You left the front door unlocked again.”
Flins’ nose scrunches up. “I wasn’t even drinking last night, man, and stop throwing rocks at my window….”
Itto slowly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pebble that is so tiny in his hand. He smirked at Flins, but it was too late for the other to react as he flicked the pebble, hitting him squarely on the head.
It hurled right at the middle of his forehead, and Flins yelped, both hands quickly going to the indentation that would undoubtedly show up later.
“How’s my girl Lucy doin’?” He asks him, his head tilting toward the enclosure, and walks over to take a glance at the boa snake.
Curled up in her makeshift cave, she peeked her head up towards Itto, who leaned down to meet her gaze.
Lucy playfully stuck out her tongue at Itto, who responded in kind by flicking his own split tongue back at her, followed by a soft laugh.
“She’s been alright, just eating more.” Flins shrugs, tossing on a black rock shirt and lifts it by the collar to his nose.
He takes a long sniff and hopes it doesn’t smell bad.
Oh well, some cologne will do.
“Who are you trying to impress?” Itto snorts as he lifts his gaze to Flins when he hears the cologne being sprayed in the bathroom. “Did you finally grow a pair of balls to talk to her?”
Flins places the bottle of cologne on top of his sink and hunches over to wash his face, scrubbing his eyes to remove the eyeliner he had applied the night before. “Shit, is it coming off?”
He asks his friend, and Itto shook his head, placing a palm over his mouth, trying to cover his giggles.
“Nah, dude, you’re screwed.”
“Ffffffffffffffuckkkkkk!” Flins glances up and stares at himself in the mirror, using his fingers to pry open his eyelids. “Out of makeup remover, too, man!”
Itto bit his bottom lip, shrugging, and he turned towards the clock that was still on the floor. Shit, it’s 8:15.
“You seriously need to hurry up. It’s 8:15 and we gotta be in homeroom by 8:30.”
Flins quickly returns to his bedroom, grabs a pair of black ripped jeans, and glances shyly at where Itto stood. “You mind?”
Itto understood, nodded his head, and whipped around quickly. “Oh yeah, I got a new tattoo. Ayato was sweet enough to design it for me, on my back too.”
A little smile was creeping on his face. “Gorou definitely liked it.” A sudden blush appeared on his cheeks, and it made Flins roll his eyes.
“Don’t know why you like nerds so much, you have a weird type.”
Itto huffs and places a hand on his hip. “At least I don’t like a cheerleader who has a buff boyfriend~” He says in a mocking tone, turning back around when he hears the zipper of pants closing fill the air.
“Shut up, seriously.” Flins gives Itto the middle finger before putting on his mismatched socks and converses, without caring to tie his shoelaces. “And she’s hot, man, I wanna seriously get to know her better, but that boyfriend-“
Flins shudders, now standing up and crossing his arms. “He’s such a dick.”
“Probably got a big one though….” Itto whispers under his breath, and Flins’ brows raised to his forehead.
“What?”
Itto glanced up from his worn-down sneakers.
“What?”
A minute passes by in silence.
“Never mind, you’re lucky I don’t have any more rocks. Come on.” His friend waves goodbye to the boa and exits the room, with Flins following closely behind, grabbing his skateboard and backpack that were near the door before shutting it and hurrying downstairs.
Itto quickly puts on his roller skates, tying the shoelaces in no time, and then he stands up, wobbling slightly.
“Why the fuck do you have roller skates?” Flins tilts his head and asks again, “What happened to the skateboard you had?”
Itto's face turns red as he rubs the back of his neck, flashing Flins a smile that reveals his bright white teeth and sharp fangs. “Gave it to Gorou, besides, he probs might try to skate now! He really liked the color, too.”
Flins scoffed and shook his head, leaning in and giving Itto’s bicep a light smack.
“Look at you, Casanova, way a fuckin’ go. You just bought that skateboard! And it took you all summer to save up.”
His friend picks up his shoes, shoving them into his backpack before slinging it over his shoulders. "Eat dirt, Flinny," he muttered as he started to skate away.
Flins smirked and exited the front door, pausing to wait for Itto, who was taking his time descending the steps to the pavement.
He swiftly locked it, tucking the house keys into his back pocket, while Flins set his skateboard down and trailed behind Itto down the street, reaching for his earplugs.
A car was slowing down right next to them as they arrived at the stop sign to allow the school children to cross safely.
A red Corvette blaring the most annoying music caught Flins' attention, making him lift his gaze from his colored bangs to see who was behind the wheel of this piece of shit. Meanwhile, Itto is too preoccupied with his stopwatch to pay any mind.
All he noticed was a flash of blonde hair and the sound of cheerful laughter accompanying it. “Hey dumbasses! Seeing that you haven’t changed at all and are still sickos!”
That fucking annoying voice.
He wanted to barf, throw up all over that stupid shiny car, and ruin the interior.
The thought in his head brought a smile to Flins' face, but it quickly faded as the car started to speed up.
He saw this as a threat, prompting both him and Itto to skate away, disregarding the crossing guard's distant shouts for them to halt.
Flins doesn't want to look back, save for the corner of his eye. He only wanted to get away from the cherry red Corvette, but when he finally turned his head, it felt like time slowed down.
All he can see is Varka's face, complete with that smug look on his lips, while his friends in the back are holding what appear to be empty beer bottles.
Flins shoots them a glare, quickly catching up to Itto, which makes the other stop alongside him, and he pulls the backpack off of him.
“You still got that bike chain?!” He shouts at him, who nods rapidly and rushes to unzip his bag, removing the chain, and handing it to Flins with trembling fingers.
“What’re gonna do?”
As the car approaches, Itto's mouth drops and his eyes widen.
“Flins?!”
In a rush of adrenaline, Flins takes a deep breath and swings the bike chain, which strikes the car's windshield with a loud thud.
Feeling pleased about the crack in the Corvette's windshield, Flins wraps the bike chain around his arm and heads off with Itto, who is now cackling behind him, giving the middle finger to an angry Varka.