#hate school

You’re sitting on the couch, invited “for tea” Jason thinks this means tea with him.

It does not. Bruce is not done, not yet. Since hes last time sae you on the streets Jason didnt ask you out at all!

Bruce walks in holding a tray like a man about to ruin everything. He won’t ruin it…he’ll just..get you two together like it was meant to be…

Bruce:

(Name)…Thank you for coming. I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier.

You smiled softly, already accepting the apology because you do like Jason— truly.

You: Oh— it’s really okay, I just—

You said, moving your hair out of your face, feeling a bit nervous.

Bruce interrupting gently, but dramatically. God he couldn’t wait—

Bruce: No. I interfered. I was too direct. Too… enthusiastic. And I know Jason doesn’t like when I discuss his feelings.

Jason freezes in the doorway. He wasn’t supposed to hear that. This was a dat— hang out meant only for you and him! What was Bruce doing here????

Jason: What are you talking about?

Jason’s eyebrows furrowed, oh he knew exactly want Bruce was doing, or rather trying to do.

Bruce: I’m apologizing to (Name) for telling them about your past crushes.

Oh did he forgot to mention he saw you again, accidentally, of course. And did he forget to mention he told you all about Jason and how small and sensitive he is? His baby boy cant be hurt again—

Jason: YOU TOLD THEM WHAT?!

Looking at Jason you tried to explain.

You: He didn’t name names! Just— categories?

He took this as a sign and started talking. Okay— rather defending himself

Bruce: I mentioned the librarian.

Bruce says looking at you

Bruce: The one who recommended him romance novels when he was fourteen.

Jason immediately put his hands over his face.

Jason: OH MY GOD WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT OUT LOUD

He doesn’t do anything, just continues like it’s normal. I mean, since you two will get married hopefully soon— it’s about time you know about Jason’s history right?

Bruce: And the barista who spelled his name with a heart that one time—

Jason:STOP. TALKING.

He said embarrassed, his face now turning red.

You: It was… cute?

You said a bit confused yourself.

Jason looks like he’s about to combust with embarrassment

Bruce: I simply wanted them to understand that you’ve always been sensitive.

Bruce stopped before he could say more. Before he could say that his big scary son is just a sensitive baby himself. He doesn’t even get why they call him big! Hes only three apples tall!

Jason: SENSITIVE?! BRUCE, I WILL LEAP OUT A WINDOW.

Jason said, in Bruce’s way, totally overreacting

Bruce: Jason, please.

He said, turning back to you.

Bruce: He pretends to be rough and stoic, but he’s always cared deeply. Even as a child, he—

Jason:Nope. Nope, we are NOT doing childhood stories—

Jason tried. He really tried, but once Bruce opened his mouth there’s no stopping.

Bruce: Once, when he was six, Alfred told him that penguins mate for life, and Jason said—

Bruce said tearing up a bit just thinking about his baby boy

Jason: BRUCE.

But nothing stopped him, per usual.

Bruce: —“I want someone who stays forever too.”

Bruce said whipping his tears with the back of his hand, smiling softly.

Bruce: He cried about it for ten minutes.

Looking at Bruce shocked from seeing him —cry? Happy tears I guess? Nostalgia?

You:…That’s actually really sweet.

Jason: NO IT IS NOT. I WAS SIX. SIX. I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT A PENGUIN WAS.

Jason said trying to save himself the embarrassment.

Bruce: You had a penguin stuffed animal. You named it “Life Partner.”

Bruce said smiling.

Jason: OH MY GOD.

—

A few moments later, when Bruce was alone with Jason when you went to the bathroom.

Bruce: Good. Excellent. I will leave now so you can confess whatever else you usually mumble at 2 a.m.

Jason:

I’M NOT TELLING THEM ABOUT THE 2 A.M. MUMBLING.

Bruce: Then don’t mumble near the kitchen vents.

walks out calmly, mission accomplished.

Bruce: Alfred, mark this as progress.

Bruce said as he walked out the room, walking pass Alfred who simply nodded, holding the notebook where he documented all the accomplishments.

——

You were sitting at your desk, textbooks open, notes scattered, highlighter in hand. Exams were creeping closer, and you were determined to focus. The only problem? Kuroo Tetsurō.

He was lying on your bed, watching you with the most dramatic pout you had ever seen, like a cat that had been ignored for too long. Every few minutes, he would sigh loudly, shifting around, making sure you knew he was suffering.

"Babe…" he whined.

"No," you said without even looking up.

"But you don’t even know what I was going to say!"

"I do. You were going to say, ‘Babe, come cuddle me,’ and the answer is still no," you replied, underlining a sentence in your notes.

There was silence. Then, suddenly, you felt hands on your shoulders as Kuroo leaned down from behind you, his chin resting on your head.

"I just think," he murmured, "that you’d absorb information better if you took cuddle breaks."

You rolled your eyes. "Oh really? And where’s the scientific proof of that?"

He grinned, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. "You’re looking at it. I’m a living example. I cuddled my textbooks before exams, and look where I am now."

"You’re ridiculous," you muttered, but you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips.

Kuroo took that as encouragement and wrapped his arms fully around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Come on, just five minutes? You’re all tense. You need a break."

"I do not."

"You do." He started peppering light kisses down your neck, and you felt your resolve crumbling.

"Tetsu—stop that! It’s distracting!" You tried to wiggle away, but he only held you tighter, chuckling.

"That's the point, sweetheart."

You groaned dramatically but finally sighed in defeat. "Fine. Five minutes. But if I fail this exam, I’m blaming you."

Kuroo wasted no time pulling you onto the bed, wrapping himself around you like an octopus. "Yeah, yeah. Just means I’ll have to tutor you. And by tutor, I mean more cuddle breaks."