*record scratch* yeah, that's me, in the background (Romance//Closed)

(She's so cuuuute!)

Met looked down at her with a big grin on his face as she watched her flop around with his big sweater. He watched her pose and laugh and flounce around, watching as she attempted to tame her wild hair.
"I don't have a staff, unfortunately," He just responded lightly with a laugh. "I'd suggest washing it, too. I probably stank it up or something. Though I'm not saying it's not clean or anything."

Met giggled softly at her comment and embarrassment. "Aww, it's okay. I like you a lot." He nudged her gently. "Come on, let's go inside. It's cold and rainy, and you're probably hungry." He took the sleeve of her new big sweater and walked her along, walking inside after getting through the locked doors. He had a packed lunch full of snacks in his locker he could give her.

(Same lmao)

Met watched her move around in it, also being amused by how big it was on her. He wasn't quite expecting it to fit her like a small dress of some sort, but there it was, reaching almost to her knees. He chuckled softly to himself and paused at his locker, which was near the Choir room.
"I have some snacks we can share," He gently suggested, pulling a gray lunchbox from his rather messy locker before shutting it before she could see it again. He was an extremely messy individual, to his room (which Neo didn't like at all) to his head. Met really didn't mind, but on bad days it did bother him some.

"I have a whole buncha stuff," He hummed softly, turning to her and giving her the bag, smiling. He had a few opened bags of chips with neat little clips on them, a few still-cold cheese sticks, crackers, gummies, and an unopened pack of gum.

Met still had his arms crossed around his chest, covering the artwork. He looked down at her and smiled back, shifting his grip on his arms.
"I think I might have some cookies with my stuff if you want any of those, too."

"I think I have Oreos," He said thoughtfully. He was munching on some earlier but he couldn't remember. He was a big dumb. He glanced down at her and her puzzled expression, but he just grinned to try and distract her. He didn't need her questioning him as to why he was bent down slightly so she could see him better or why his arms were crossed.

"Oreos are tasty," He agreed, gesturing for her to start walking with him. "O-oh, my shirt?" He asked, looking down at it as if he just realized it was on. It was a Deathnote shirt. "Thanks." He laughed softly, his cheeks a bit red.

"Oh, yeah, there's all kinds of mixed feelings. I think they should've ended it when L died. That's when a lot of people stopped, I heard. The thing about N and Mello was kind of random and it didn't make a lot of sense in the end," He murmured thoughtfully, sighing. "But a lot of people are willing to die for Mello and N."

"I'm not really too good in art, so I couldn't tell you. But I know some stuff that was laughed at in the series was taken out of both the manga and the animation. Mostly of L and Light, really." He laughed softly. "It was mostly a weird face or a strange angle." He glanced down at her when she suddenly stopped talking, smiling back.

He felt he could relate to her so hard it hurt. He had a brother who made money off of his looks, but Met couldn't even make someone look at him without them wincing. It sucked. And he understood her to the tips of his toes to the top of his wild hair.
"Yeah. I get it."

"I dunno." He didn't really have a lot of plans. He'd probably go home and sleep through the weekend, considering the day was Friday. He stuck his hands into his pockets and looked around, realizing they passed the Chem room. He laughed softly and turned back with her, walking into the room.
"Here, I didn't eat any or anything." He handed her a six pack of Oreos.

Met blushed faintly as he was pulled away and invited to hang out. "Oh, no, that's okay. About the hiding thing," He hastily said, smiling. "I'd love to hang out with you. Just text me after school, or whenever you can this mod, and we can think of something to do." He leaned back and glanced around the dark room. "This is my class. But did you want me to walk you to yours? Just so you don't get like, knocked over or something?" He was sure that was a problem for her.

"Skipping?" He asked through her excuse, scrunching his eyebrows together. "You told me you had all A's. How… how can you?" One can't skip class and just… have an A. It was hard enough for him and he was there every day! He looked concerned but not angry or scrutinizing. "Is there something… something else? Something you're not telling me?" He might be able to fix it for her. To help.

Met frowned a bit and bit his lip. "But you're a senior in finals week. You can't be skipping," He tried to suggest anything to get her to class. The bell was going to ring soon and he needed to go next door to his class. He moved after her, crossing his arms together again and swallowing. "It-it doesn't matter. I'll stay with you."

"Oh." He watched her walk away, opting to just sit down in an empty seat. He'd rather miss the rest of his Chem class than go back late. So she was one of those people who could just do the work without paying attention. He rubbed his tired face, sighing into the depths of his hands. It was hard enough staying up two nights in a row to study, only to go and talk to a few of his classmates and for them to say, "This is gonna be easy as hell!" and proceed to ace it. But one of his new friends? Saying that she just didn't try as much? He only just got a ninety-three on the French and an eighty nine on the Chem. He thought it was pretty good, but just talking to everyone else made him rethink it.