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He stood silently and went off in search of them, nosying around before poking his head into the kitchen and giving a grin when he spotted the new owner of his flat preparing a meal. He snuck up behind and peered over their shoulder, taking a quick look at the ingredients before smiling again. “Lasagne?”

Jehan bit his thumb as he waited for the knock at the door, looking up at the clock on the far wall to check he had the right time. They were running late. He was ready to run to get his phone when finally the buzzer to his flat sounded, grinning and running to let them in. Once they were in the building he quickly made sure everything was ready before opening the door, not wanting to wait anymore. The second he saw them appear he giggled and ran out to grab their hand to pulled them inside and the second the door was closed he kissed them. “What kept you?” He asked against their lips before kissing them again, pulling them towards the couch.

Jehan had always believed in fairies, he blamed and thanked them for just about everything that happened to him. Something fell over? Fairies. He managed to make it in with his washing just before the rain came on? Fairies. Simple as that, really. It also gave him a very specific, very convincing explanation as to why he was suddenly, well, not quite himself. He still looked the same, felt the same, but, um, he was significantly... Shorter. He was panicking, he knew he was but who the hell wouldn't be? He was tiny! He could fit inside a matchbox! He knew this because there was one on the floor next to him and it came up to his knees! A rustling noise behind him made him jump, he was ready to cry from how afraid he was but he shouted out anyway, hoping to be heard, "who's here! This isn't funny! Change me back! Please!" He called, turning around in place to try and find whatever was making the fluttering noise, praying it wasn't a bug because he wasn't sure if he could handle that.

They'd been dating for a while, mostly in secret, and they hadn't exactly done much. Jehan gave him a peck on the lips to say thank you sometimes, he had kissed him goodnight after every date (late night walks to the shops because they couldn't tell their parents they were dating, now could they?) a block away from his house and that was about it. Jehan, however, was trying to change that. "So, we're not exactly going to the cinema." He said as he drove his dad's car to their date with a grin, taking the left instead of the right that would have brought them to the cinema. "I wanted to go somewhere a little different..."

He wished he hadn’t been put in this class for his detention, guilt was evident in every look and movement he made as he waited for his teacher to speak. He hadn’t cared when the headmaster had told him off for fighting, he’d even managed to lengthen his detention by arguing back about how the other boy had deserved it. It was as he stared at his teacher, this teacher, that he worried about his actions. From the first day they had struck a strong cord in him and admiration had morphed into a kind of attraction to their mind and then to them, something his bullies had picked up on very quickly, hence the fight. “I didn’t mean to hit him that hard.” He blurted out, blushing and dropping his gaze down to his desk. 

…Sold? Jehan barely had time for that word to register before he was being led out of the room he had been in to a quieter one and pushed to his knees on the ground.

With his back to the wall, Jehan grinned, alternating between biting his lip and thumbnail before bouncing up and finally knocking the door to his friend’s apartment, forcing himself to calm down slightly but he knew at this point that his smile wouldn’t die down. He really didn’t know when it all started, the attraction had always been there, sure, but he usually got over that quick. This was more than attraction. In fact, he was almost entirely sure this was lo- "Hi!" Blushing, he bounced happily in place when he opened the door. "You ready to go?"

Lights flashing (thank you, Courf) and music blaring (thank you, Bahorel), Jehan grinned happily, only ever so slightly tipsy, as he watched his friends, and a few strangers, enjoy his birthday party. Giggling, he bounced away, his costume catching on other people's much less elaborate ones. The costume wasn't quite in keeping with the others; dressed as a daisy with a green onesie with "leaves" sewn on and a large, petal headdress, the top of it was all that could be seen and he weaved through the guests on his way to the kitchen to get another drink.