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Chemical Education : Shortie

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"Hey, listen. You know how in romantic movies there's always this one scene where they show the couple doing a billion fun and romantic things, but in actuality they're just standing there and gazing lovingly at each other, imaging the countless wonderful times they could have together?" my friend asked.

"Yeah. I hate those scenes," my brother said. I might point out that both my brother and my friend made it a point to display that they were not friends. Most of my friends weren't friends with my brother, actually. He was just a bit too cynical and rough around the edges for people our age. I liked to think of it as him being more mature. Even if he looked far younger than his age, he usually acted far older than he was. He was very grown up for somebody who had never grown much.

"Oh. Sucks for you. Anyways, you know I’ve been dating Abecee, right? Well, I had one of those moments last night, when Abe brought me home," my friend said, "We got to the door, I stopped to wait for a kiss goodnight, he caught my eye, and then....I could swear my entire life flashed before my eyes—in a good way, though! Like I not only saw the life I have led thus far, but the future, as well! It was beautiful! Like magic, even!"

I was actually going to reply this time, but my brother managed to think of something to say before I did. ".…You are so...so....I don't even think there is a word to describe how screwed over and screwed up you are. Magic? Seriously, please, go to Hell," my brother said.

"Ballad, don't be mean," I said softly now.

"Oh, come on! You can't tell me you don't think "magical moments" like that are stupid! Even if you have, like, a really deep love with someone, it doesn't happen!" Ballad exclaimed.

"How would you know?! Have you ever been in love?!" my friend snapped. Ballad immediately shut up, sliding a short, subtle glance over to someone else. That someone was Sires Morian, an alumni of Romeo High and a student at Romeo University, whom was one of many that were helping out at our school in recent times. As it were, he was also the person my brother was secretly in love and in a relationship with. “I didn’t think so! Now shut up! I’m talking to Hymn, not you!” my friend said, not having realized the real reason Ballad hadn’t replied.

“Um…I’m happy that you’re so happy, Tene,” I said, smiling softly at my friend.

“Aw, come on, is that all you have to say?” my friend said, frowning softly at me.

“What were you expecting him to say?” Ballad asked, arching an eyebrow at Tene.

“Something approving or envious or otherwise displaying an interest in pursuing romantic avenues for himself?” Tene guessed just as much as he suggested.

“You’re hoping for too much. This Hymn we’re talking about, here. He hasn’t got a single sexual chemical in his body. He has zilch in way of hormones,” my brother replied. I just sat there, looking between the two of them. I didn’t really know what to say to what they were saying. It was sort of insulting…but it was true. Other than picking up on the fact that Ballad secretly was in love with Sires, I really never noticed anything related to the fields of romance and sex.

Tene sighed, nodding his head sadly. “I know. I just keep hoping that he’ll maybe wake up one day and just be raring to go. You’d think somebody who grows so much and is so large would have a Hell of an appetite, you know?” he said.

“What’s wrong with my appetite?” I asked. They both just looked at me before exchanging a pitying look. The bell rang just then, signaling the end of historical education. Tene made a swift exit, half because he wanted to go see Abe between classes and half because he didn’t want to stick around to see where my questioning would go. “Ballad, why do you guys think I don’t eat enough?” I asked as I followed my brother out of class.

“Hymn, please, just drop it,” he sighed.

“But what’s wrong with it? Is it my diet? Do you think I’m not getting enough nutrition? I thought my diet is pretty well-balanced,” I said.

“Nothing is wrong with your diet or appetite. Please, this is as pathetic as it is humorous,” he said, smiling even as he put a hand to his temple as though he had a headache.

“Just tell me what is wrong with my appetite now, and I’ll never bring it up again! I promise!” I exclaimed.

His shoulders slumped in a sign of surrender as he stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned to me. “The appetite which we were referring to is not an appetite in the dietary sense, but, rather, one in the sexual sense,” he informed me.

“….Oh,” I said. And that was all I could say, because it really was pathetic. Ballad and Tene had so clearly been talking along sexual lines, and here I had been wondering what was wrong with my diet. Was I too immature to think along such lines, or just plain dense?

“You’re damn right “oh”,” my brother replied, “Anyway, I’ve got to get going. Physical education is the next class, you know.”

“I’ll be sure to give the teacher your doctor’s note again,” I said.

“Thanks, Hymn. I’ll see you next period,” he said, already walking away as he waved over his shoulder at me. Only now did Mr. Morian make his move, switching from stealthily stalking my brother down the hallway to walking beside him, filling up the space left blank by my absence. I could do nothing but continue standing there, staring after the pair even after they were long gone from my sight, struck by the fact that my place with my brother was so easily occupied by another.

Ballad didn’t have very many friends and he had no close friends, but he did already have a boyfriend. On the other hand, I had countless friends and numerous close friends, but…I didn’t have anybody who could even come close to occupying the vast, deep space my twin took up in my life. Not that anyone could ever replace my brother or anything like that. He was so important to me. Too important to me, honestly. There should have been another, almost equally significant person in my life. Someone who was to me, as Mr. Morian was to him.

But there wasn’t. “Holy crap! Look at Hymn!” came the daily—nearly hourly, actually—shout of the boy who had verbally bullied me in that exact same every day since first grade. Okay, so I suppose he counted as a “significant person”, but not in a good way. I sighed, turning around without even giving my usual response of “Don’t you know it’s rude to point at people?” and slouching off down the hallway.



I was just sitting there beneath a tree, one leg folded under me and one knee pulled to my chest as I looked up and down the track. Normally physical education was a pretty easy period for me, especially when it came to running the track. Today, however, my energy had been sapped quite quickly. By the time I had reached the side of the track that belonged to our rival school-slash-sister school, Juliet, I had given up. That had been about ten minutes ago, and here I was, still sitting around, my classmates having all left me behind long ago.

“Hey, big boy!” a voice called out from behind me. I jolted a little, swiftly looking over my shoulder and leaning over to look around the tree. There stood a boy who looked like he couldn’t even be in Juliet Junior High. However, with the sort-of-curse that wreaked havoc in my family‘s bloodline, switching between making our males either extremely small or extraordinarily tall, I knew better than to judge a person by appearance.

“Um, yes?” I responded weakly, wondering if this boy was perhaps annoyed at my presence because he knew I belonged to Romeo.

“You had better not have been loafing around here when those Romeo High students ran by for their P.E. class! Do you have any idea how bad that would make us look?! Those snobs already look down on us enough as it is! We don’t need you reinforcing their thoughts that we’re just lowly, lazy commoners!” he exclaimed as he now stomped over to be standing in front of me. He didn’t realize I myself was from Romeo?

Unsure of how to break it to him that I was one of the people he had just referred to as a snob, I simply stared at him like there wasn’t a thought in my head. After waiting a moment for reply and receiving none, he decided to rant on. “Well, don’t just sit there! Get you ass back to gym class! It’ll snow in summer before I get a bad mark on my permanent record just because you think you don’t have to listen to a little kid! I don’t care if I have to drag you to class by the shin!” he snapped.

Did he just refer to himself as a little kid? Did that mean he was actually as young as he looked? “How old are you?” I asked curiously.

Only now did he narrowed his eyes at me, wishing what was probably a painful death upon me. “I thought you jerks would have all gotten that question out of your system by now, since we’re halfway through the school year. I guess it just never gets old picking on me, though, now does it?” he asked darkly.

“I’m not—you don’t have to answer, if you don’t want to,” I said swiftly.

“No! I am going to answer, because I’m not at all embarrassed about it! As a matter of fact, it should be you jerks that should be embarrassed! “Older and wiser”, my ass!” he snapped, suddenly leaning in to get in my face, “I am eight years old and in the eleventh grade! My majors are chemistry and physics; and, on your best day, you could not get as high as score as I do on the worst of my days! Now, how does it feel to know someone less than half your age and size is in the same grade!? Embarrassing, isn’t it?!”

My eyes were wide with surprise as I pressed myself back against the tree I was sitting beneath, attempting to gain back some of the personal space lost by him getting in my face. “…Actually, you’re exactly half my age and one grade above me,” I answered after gathering my thoughts.

He pulled back now, looking mildly surprised. “You’re only sixteen?” he asked disbelievingly.

“Yeah. Also, I don’t go to Juliet. I’m from Romeo,” I said softly.

Now he actually took a step back, looking greatly surprised. Actually, he almost appeared to be horror-struck. Did the students of Juliet really think that badly of the students of Romeo? I know our schools didn’t get along all that well, but I don’t think the fact that I wasn’t of his school warranted such a strong reaction. “Wha—Why are you here, Romeo?! Your kind only comes to this half of the track when they’re passing through!” he demanded and declared, not sounding quite as authoritative as he had before. Was he really all that frightened of me?

“You say “my kind” like we’re a different race rather than a different school,” I said, my brow furrowing with thoughtfulness, “Anyway, my name is Hymn, not Romeo. Hymn Keyser.”

“I don’t care about your name! You’re from Romeo, so you’re a Romeo! Now get up and get out of here! You don’t belong here!” he snapped, recovering some of his lost confidence.

“But I’m not hurting anything. I’m just sitting here,” I said.

“Don’t backtalk! I’m the assigned disciplinary dispatcher for my class, I’ll have you know! That means I’ve got authorization to act as necessary to make sure that the school rules are followed and the school staff obeyed!” he exclaimed. It seemed he had fully regained his confidence. I guess his horror from before had been less from fright and more from shock.

“Juliet has disciplinary dispatchers? And in every class?” I asked curiously.

Again he looked horror-struck, but this time it only lasted for a mere moment. “It’s not because our students are rowdy or roguish or anything! It’s just to make sure slackers don’t slack off! Judging by the fact that you quit in the middle of P.E., it seems like Romeo could use the same sort of strict enforcement of the rules, too!” he snapped, obviously having taken offense to my questions.

“Or at least some form of enforcement,” I agreed, figuring he wouldn’t believe me if I said I hadn’t meant to insult his school or offend him.

He immediately opened his mouth to make a retort, but stopped short as he processed what I’d just said and realized that I hadn’t argued against him. Closing his mouth, he now eyed me with suspicion. “….Acre Acer is my name,” he said now, his tone teetering between testing and testy. He wasn’t sure if he could trust me or not, but he at least seemed to have picked up on the fact that I wasn’t trying to pick a fight.

I perked up and leaned forward now, not minding if he was in my personal space since he had halted his hostilities. “I don’t have a major yet. I didn’t even know you could major in anything before you were in university,” I said with a smile, going with a topic that seemed most suitable both for this situation and for speaking to him. He seemed rather proud of his academic achievements, so that was definitely the best thing to discuss to get him to relax a bit further.

“I’m taking some courses at Juliet University part-time while I’m finishing up getting my diploma at Juliet High,” he informed me.

“Oh, I didn’t even think about that. I thought only twelfth year students could do that sort of thing,” I said.

“Well, you thought incorrectly,” he stated flatly.

“It appears so. So, what’s it like taking both high school and university courses simultaneously?” I asked curiously.

“Don’t you mean to ask what’s it like taking high school and university classes when at the age to be taking primary school classes?” he asked, not sounding very pleased at his own assumption of what my question must have meant.

“No. I can’t imagine age makes much difference. I mean, if you have the intellectual capacity to be in high school, then that’s where you belong; age, height, and all other physical factors regardless,” I said.

He watched me for a moment, seeming to be scrutinizing my words for any signs of insincerity. Upon being unable to detect any such thing, he relaxed noticeably, his whole posture shifting from rigid to casual. “University isn’t so bad. Though people are critical about my abilities, they’re not as skeptical as the high school students. They’re not as mocking or rude, either. They‘re willing to give me a chance, even though they assume that I will fail. I don‘t even get half a chance in the high school, though,” he said.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, it wouldn’t be much better if you were of regular age but abnormal height,” I said, offering up a doleful smile.

“You get picked on often for being so lanky?” he asked curiously, now moving over to sit next to me.

“No. I mean, yes, but that’s not what I meant,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly, “See, I have a twin brother, but he’s a bit on the small side. To be honest, he’s actually around your height. He’s probably got not even half a foot on you. Anyway, he’s been getting picked on for being short his entire life. People underestimate him just because he’s undersized. He has a lot of will and wit, though; so, even when people don’t give him a chance, he still is willing to take a chance and is able to show people up.”

“Sounds like you really look up to him. He’s your big brother, yes?” Acre inquired.

“Yeah, he is. You have one, too?” I asked curiously.

“Yes. He’s a real jerk, though. Still, I can’t help but admire him in some aspects,” he said, nodding his head as he smiled just softly.

I returned the smile knowingly, nodding my head as I looked away. “Does he also attend Juliet?” I asked.

“No. Actually, he attends Romeo. Romeo High. He’s been staying in the Romeo Academic Attendee Accommodation Complex since junior high, because he didn’t want to live in the same house as someone who attends Juliet,” he said. His voice sounded rather emotionless, but, when I looked back at him, the slight signs of strain on his face made it obvious that this was a rather difficult and distressing subject for him.

A soft frown came to my face, but it was swiftly replaced with smile as an idea came to me. “Well, maybe he will move home soon,” I said, glancing away again just as Acre looked up at me.

“Why do you say that?” he asked.

“Well, if he has something against living in the same building as Juliet students, he’s definitely going to find it easier to live with one such person than countless such people,” I said.

“What do you mean?” he asked, now leaning toward me as his curiosity strengthened and a small bit of hopefulness was kindled.

“You don’t know? Due to the drastic reduction in Romeo‘s funding, the school has desperately been cutting expenses all over the place. One of the biggest changes which they are soon going to implement is renting half of the RAAAC out to Juliet. All of the primary school and junior high school students that stay there are going to have to return to living at home, that way students from Juliet’s high school and university can move in. Both the school and the students will then be paying rent to Romeo, doubling what we’re making with just the students paying to stay there,” I explained.

Acre now looked absolutely ecstatic as he jumped to his feet and stepped into my line of sight. “Really?! So that means that Hectare will want to return home to get away from all of the Juliet students! And, even if he chooses to remain there, I can just get mom and dad to let me move in as well, so that I can see him more often!” he exclaimed excitedly.

I couldn‘t help but smile at how happy he was at this information. “So there is a little bit of a little kid left in you, after all,” I said. His excitement was immediately gone, being replaced by that horror-struck look from before. Realizing that he hadn’t liked me saying that, I had to work quickly to keep him from returning to being hostile. “I-I didn’t mean it in a bad way! I mean, like, it’s really inspiring that, even being as intelligent and mature as you are, you can still find such immense pleasure in so simple a thing as being with your brother!” I blurted out, “Or, not inspiring, but admiring! Er, admirable!”

He said nothing, just staring at me flatly. So, naturally, I continued speaking, trying desperately to keep from upsetting him. “That’s not to say that it’s not inspiring, though. It could be, I guess. Or, I’m sure it is, but it seems, to me at least, to be more admirable than inspirational. And I’m not just trying to be flattering or anything. I mean, I must admit I’m trying not to upset you. Not that I think your exceptionally upsetable compared to other people,” I babbled on, “…Wait, is upsetable even a word?”

“It’s not,” he informed me shortly.

“Aw, man… You’re probably wondering how someone so stupid ever got into Romeo in the first place, huh?” I asked weakly, pushing a hand through my hair as my gaze fell to the ground.

“Actually, I’m wondering how someone so sweet managed to stay that way after getting into Romeo,” he said.

I looked up swiftly at that, blushing not at the statement, but at the look in his eyes. I couldn’t quite describe it, but it made me quite suddenly feel very self-conscious. My eyes wandered away from him as I made an attempt to wipe away the blush on my cheeks, though I knew it was a futile effort. “Um….did you say your brother’s name was Hectare? As in, Hectare Acer?” I asked, conspicuously changing the subject.

“Yes. You know him? Is he in your class?” Acre asked, not seeming to mind the sudden shift in topic.



“I can’t believe you kicked him in the shin,” I said, my expression torn between shock and awe as I stared at Acre.

“I can’t believe he wasn’t exaggerating all those times he mentioned the “gargantuan guy” at school,” he replied, not looking up from his work.

“I can’t believe the little brother of the jerkwad that always picks on my little brother goes to Juliet,” my brother said, “I also can’t believe we’re in Juliet High’s chemical education laboratory.”

“We just call it a chem lab. Unlike Romeo, the school of Juliet isn’t high and mighty in the naming of it’s various courses and facilities,” Acre said flatly.

“What do you mean by saying Romeo is arrogant and self-important in how it names things?” Ballad demanded.

Acre let out a sigh, setting his work materials aside as he turned to actually face my brother when speaking to him. “Let’s start with the school’s boarding building, the Romeo Academic Attendee Accommodation Complex,” he stated flatly.

“Hey, the name may be a little long-winded, but there’s nothing wrong with that! Besides, pretty much everyone who lives there just calls it the AC,” my brother said.

“Alright. How about your primary school courses? Arithmetical education, sciential education, historical education, grammatical education, and physical education. Then you develop more variety as you delve into specifics in your junior high and senior high school courses. Algebraical education, geometrical education, chemical education, nutritional education, geographical education, societal education, sexual education, and so on. And don’t even get me started about your university courses!” Arce said, counting courses off on his fingers as he listed them before he finally threw his hands into the air at the end.

“So Romeo wants to make it clear that giving its students a good education is the biggest priority. Is that a crime? Schools could stand to have some change. Public schools especially. It’s private schools like Romeo that produce the well-educated young adults that this world needs,” Ballad said.

“Oh, please, spare me. Romeo’s biggest priority is making sure its students think they’re somehow better than everyone else on the planet,” Acre stated flatly, giving my brother a rather unimpressed look.

“Not everyone else on the planet. Just you Juliet pansies,” Ballad shot with a sneer.

“Ballad, stop it! You’re being absolutely boorish!” I blurted out, unable to just sit back and watch these two go at it.

“Hey, he started it! He was insulting our school! Of course I’m going to insult back! No stupid jackass from Juliet is going to get away with besmirching the Romeo name! Especially not some kid that thinks he’s better than us just because he’s skipped some grades!” Ballad exclaimed.

“You know, you are full of the same intolerant, ignorant bullshit as not only those at Romeo High, but also those at Juliet High! Just because I am younger than you yet considered to have a intellectual capacity equal to if not greater than your own, you automatically assume that means that I think I’m better than you! That isn’t true, though! The only area in which I consider myself to be above you obstinate bastards is in open-mindedness! If you would just bloody well see that, then we wouldn‘t be having this argument!” Acre shouted.

Despite it being after-hours, we were managing to draw a bit of a crowd now, much thanks to the after-school activities that made many Juliet students remain on school grounds. It sort of made me wish we were over at Romeo, since there would be nearly nobody around there around this time. Romeo students left the school grounds almost as soon as school was over, partially because we lacked in the after-school activities and clubs that our sister school had and partially because the school shuttles refused to make multiple round-trips to drop us off at the AC or our respective homes.

“I’m not stubborn and I’m plenty open-minded! I just don’t like the fact that you Juliet jerks act all condescending when you’re accusing us of being conceited! Just because Romeo is a little bit more selective about our students and is a bit more costly to attend does not make us snobs! Why am I even arguing with you?! You may be in the eleventh grade, but you’re still a young brat that doesn’t understand the order of things or how that order operates!” Ballad shouted.

“Both of you, knock it off!” I bellowed, jumping up from my seat now, “Why do you have to argue like that?! Why do you insist on making things that way?! Why can’t Romeo and Juliet just be two excellent, equal schools?! Why does one have to be better than the other?! Romeo may or may not best Juliet when it comes to curriculum, and Juliet may or may not best Romeo when it comes to extracurricular activities! The point shouldn’t be that one is better, but that they’re both great schools, each with their own amazing achievements and also with their own slight faults, but neither of which are negligent in the education and bettering of their students!”

Neither Ballad nor Acre said anything, and neither did any member of the crowd that was observing this little argument. Everyone was just staring at me, not wanting to agree with what I said because it would mean admitting that they had been acting wrongly. I didn’t bother holding my breath in anticipation of any admissions of wrongdoing, just sighing to myself as I shook my head sadly. I didn’t know Acre well enough to expect anything of him, and I knew Ballad too well to expect anything from him, either.

I had just turned to leave when finally someone spoke up. “I can’t agree to that, but I’ll agree to disagree if he agrees,” Acre said.

“I’m not agreeing, either, but I will agree to disagree as well,” Ballad said now.

“Because we all know how well things work out when both sides don’t want to work things out,” I replied dryly. I didn’t stick around to hear anything else, since I knew neither of them were going to say anything I wanted to hear.



“You know, your brother said that you’re actually very good at physical education; that the only reason you used to not score well was because you kept waiting up for him. Since he started having to skip this course due to your school’s doctor’s orders, though, you’ve been at the top of your class in P.E.,” Acre said softly, cautiously poking his head around the trunk of the tree I was sitting against.

“Won’t your fellow Juliets disown you for approaching a Romeo?” I asked, not even looking up at him.

“Why in the world would I be ostracized simply for approaching another student that is adamant in his admiration of the academic pursuits?” he asked.

I looked up at him now, tilting my head as I studied him with both curiosity and thought. “…You said you talked to Ballad about me?” I asked finally, scooting over a little to show that he was welcome to sit with me.

“Among other things,” he said, coming around the tree fully now, but not yet sitting down, “And among other people. Even after you left yesterday, we both decided to stay. A lot of the other Juliet students wanted to stay, too. It’s not every day a Romeo student comes over to our campus for more than just the usage of our half of the track, you know.”

“I know. People were just as interested when you came over to Romeo to kick your brother in the shin during lunch,” I said, “…Aren’t you going to sit down?”

“It’s still damp from the rain late last night. You may not mind a wet butt, but I do,” he said simply, toeing the ground thoughtfully.

“Want to sit in my lap?” I asked.

“Are you offering your lap as a seat because I’m eight?” he asked, turning his eyes up to me as they narrowed slightly.

“I’m offering my lap as a seat because Ballad likes to make an armchair out of me at home. He claims our couch isn’t cushy enough for his tushy. That’s a direct quote, by the way. “Tushy” is not regularly part of my vocabulary,” I said.

“Does that mean that your lap provides cushion-quality comfort?” he asked curiously, unable to keep a small smile from coming to his face as he posed the question.

I now leaned back against the tree, leaving my lap wide open for him to sit down. “You tell me,” I said. He hesitated only a moment before moving over, turning around, and sitting down. I didn’t say anything—I didn’t dare to do anything, honestly. I wasn’t even breathing right then. Despite my seemingly cavalier demeanor in making the offer, I was well aware that it wasn’t exactly normal for two unrelated males to be so physically friendly.

“I guess your brother was wrong about one thing about you,” Arce said.

“I’m not cushy?” I asked curiously, sounding almost offended and feeling oddly amused.

“Not that,” he said, peeking over his shoulder up at me, “He said you’ve never scored a single point as far as chemical education goes.” In any other situation, that statement would have made me wonder what Ballad meant by saying I always got zeros in the chemical education course when I never got anything less than an eighty. However, the situation being what it was, I knew immediately that this had something to do with that discussion Tene and my brother had had about my hormones—or, rather, my lack thereof.

More importantly, Acre obviously knew exactly what my brother had meant and was not oblivious to the peculiarity of this situation. “Ah, I…don’t think…technically speaking…that I’ve scored any points yet…have I?” I asked more than I stated, blushing as I turned my gaze away from the younger boy.

“Well, as far as I’m concerned, you currently have a passing score,” he said, leaning up to press his face very lightly against my neck, “Don’t let that go to your head, though. You are only at a first grade level. However, with my expert tutorage, you should be able to skip several grades. I’m confident that I’ll have you up to a junior high level by summer, and we’ll see how things go from there.”

“…Am I the only one who feels a little…strange about this?” I asked, peeking at him from the corner of my eye.

“Do you feel strange because I’m so much younger, or because you’re so much larger?” he asked.

“I feel strange because my brother asked you to tutor me in this particular study. You don’t find that at least a little strange?” I asked.

“Actually, he didn’t ask me to. While he did bring up the subject at how you score so low in this subject, I was the one who suggested I help you to bring your score up. As it just so happens, you’re my first schoolyard crush,” he said.

“…This is perhaps me trying to solve a problem beyond my grade level, but would it be at all helpful if I moved into the AC, since you’re considering moving in there when Juliet students start moving in?” I asked.

He smiled softly, pressing his face into my neck a bit more firmly. “Well, we’ll see… Right now, though, let’s enjoy this moment. It’s not every day that I can find such immense pleasure in so simple a thing as being with another,” he said. I didn’t reply, simply smiling softly to myself as I shifted to get more comfortable. However, I made a mental note to ask Ballad if he could get me a doctor’s note so that I too could get out of physical education every day to study chemical education with my private tutor.
Ah, I originally wanted Hectare to be Hymn's love interest. But then Acre popped up and was all "MINE!" and stuff. So now Hymn is a future pedo. *shot* This is technically a bit of a present for :icontheeyedroppertheory:.

Prequel: Physical Education

Character Profiles
Name: Hymn Keyser.
Position: Seme.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Age: 16 (appears 20).
Eyes: Amber.
Hair: Neck length, bangs fall into eyes, messy, creamy brown.
Build: 6' 9", lanky, slightly pale.
Other: None.

Name: Acre Acer.
Position: Uke.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Age: 8.
Eyes: Dark green.
Hair: Neck length, bangs eyebrow length, straight cut, neatly trimmed, dark brown with midnight blue bangs.
Build: 4' 2", childish, slightly pale.
Other: None.

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now thats not fair, calling Hymn a pedo! im sure he can hold (Acre) off for 8-10 years! lol