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{{ In which Blair is the cute lil’ nb who prefers ‘they’ pronouns and Grey is the tough as nails trans-male who is a star in the hallways and on the playing field until he sorta slips up. Hopefully this is okay for you anon!! Thanks for the prompt!!}}            Grey was like a lion; tall, strongand especially, loud. He was like atypical animal, puffing himself up until he appeared much larger than he was,drawing off the staring gazes of his school mates. He was slick like oil, hewas an imposing force that conquered every single step of the hallways with asimple smile. He flashed his pearly whites like a wolf judging its prey and he fed off it. No one dared to judge him,no one dared to ask a question to this patron God of middle school awkwardyears.            Andyet he wasn’t seen as necessarily a hero, he had his fair share ofindifferences and the everyday shove he issued to the boy with silver-rimmedglasses. Whose posture caved into itself like a tree bent against the wind,Grey earned his colossal title as being a bully as well as God.            Greyremembered this about himself as he sat in the nurse’s office, cradling hisstiff and obviously broken arm. It was turning black and blue from the bruisingand it had swollen to a rather unhealthy size never mind when he tried to moveit and sharp pain shot through his entire left side. He held it close to hisbody, cradling it as best as he could and with his other hand he wiped some ofthe dirt from his frozen fingers. Grey always knew that playing football wouldbe a dangerous sport that eventually his luck would run out and he would be outof the season due to a broken bone or worse. But he swore under his breath thatit had to happen when the entire school had been watching.            Thedoor to the office opened and a mess of black hair ducked into the room. Theboy with the silver-rimmed glasses, his shirt rumpled as if a fist had beenballed into it, sat down opposite of Grey.            Themuch larger boy didn’t say anything, cradled his broken arm and watched thesmaller one react to being in the room. Finally after the tension was so thickyou could cut it with a knife, Grey spoke up.            “Youlook like shit.” He said outright, pushing his chin outwards to indicate thebruise around the kid’s eye.            Theother wringed his hands, grabbed at his pants and was made visiblyuncomfortable at the mention. “Yeah, sorta feel like it too.” It was in avoice  barely above a whisper.            “Who did that to you?” Greyasked.            “I dunno, I was heading toclass and it just…sorta happened.” The inky haired boy shrugged his thinshoulders and lifted his head. Grey’s eyes washed over him, akin to his namethey traced over the small nose and white lips as if the boy was terrified tobe in the same room with him. Grey admitted half of his fear was from him,after all he hadn’t been kind to him either.            “Yeahwell…yeah.” Grey mumbled, looking down at his own arm and wondered how the hellhe had managed to get stuck in here. “Uh name?”            “….Blair.”Again the voice was so thin, like it had been punched out of his gut and itmost likely had.            “Coolname.”            “Thanks.”There was a visible brightness when the boy looked up at him, a twinkle in hiseye as if that was a great form of praise. Grey supressed the urge to cough inembarrassment.            “Uh, I’m Grey.”            “YeahI know, I think everyone knows your name.” Blair lifted his brows, took of hisglasses and started polishing them on his shirt, “you’re the star of the schoolafter all.”            “Wellif I were to—“            “Sowhat happened to your arm?” Blair asked outright and Grey was taken aback atthe sudden tone of boldness that came leaping through.            “Football.”            “Figured,you guys are always bumping heads and stuff.” He seemed to shrug it off but forGrey it had been a big leap, to finally being accepted into a gang of guys andplay football. He was a hit, he was able to get in with the big dogs and so hesupposed his brashness stemmed from somewhere.            “Yeahwell…you’re a guy too and clearly you’re in here because you bumped heads withsomeone.” Grey pointed his chin out again, trying to regain his composure atbeing called out.            “Actuallythe reason I got punched in the face was because I told them I didn’t want tobe called a ‘pipsqueak boy’. I mean pipsqueak is fine, it’s the boy part I’mnot too fond of.” Blair touched his bruised face and looked at Grey, clear blueeyes leaking into his and Grey felt himself shift in discomfort. Okay so headmitted that there was a certain charm to the inky haired boy he pushed daily.            “Oh?”            “Wouldrather go for ‘kid’ or somethin’, y’know? ‘They’ is cool, not ‘he’ or ‘boy’ orsomething. But they never listen…” Blair shrugged again and heaved a huge sighbut then he smiled, “well good luck with your arm. Hopefully you can go out andhit some people in the groin!” His smile was infectious and Grey couldn’t helpbut laugh. Blair seemed all too enthusiastic all of a sudden and chuckled aswell as he stood up and saw the nurse coming towards them.            “Uhhey, for the record…sorry about shoving you and stuff…” Grey managed to tag onin a low voice as Blair was given a sack of ice which he- no, they for now Grey knew, put on theirface.            “Noworries, it happens. Just don’t do it again okay?” Blair smiled again, reliefseemed to spread through them when they pressed the cold pack to their face.            “Sortaquick to forgive aren’t you?” Grey made a face, lifting his brow.            “Everyonemakes mistakes, as long as you fix them then you’re okay.” They finished andsighed, they started to turn and open the door out of the office when Greyquickly blubbered out, “hey I hear you’re pretty good at school stuff, I won’tbe able to write with a cast on my arm, think you could…I dunno, take somenotes for me or something?”            Blairsmiled again, it was vibrant and less shy than before, “for you big guy? Yeahsure, no problem.” Grey nodded and Blair left and as they did so Grey felt acomfortable warmth spread through his being. Yeah he made mistakes but he wasn’tone and Blair had reaffirmed that, now he just had to make it up to them.