#nishan

I thought it’d be cute if Nishan played a toy piano.

I looked for some images of toy pianos but decided to just draw one in.

Payton: None.

Nishan: *sighs* come on, it’s basic math-

Payton: Because I would give MC all of them.

New quest alert! 💓 It's the moment of truth in The Final Tally, unlocked at level 36! Tune in Monday for the second-to-last main story quest of High School Story.

❤️ Julian ❤️

Julian smiles at MC from across the classroom, who waves in response. Julian was still a little upset that the teacher moved them for being disruptive, but it was their own fault. The teacher walks in to start her lecture, excitedly going on about physics. The final bell rings as the teacher reminds them to finish their homework before dismissing them.

MC casually walks over to Julian’s desk after class, “Funny seeing you here.” MC and Julian share a soft laugh, he ruffles MC’s hair with a smirk. “jerk.”

Julian slings his backpack over his shoulder lacing his fingers with MC’s walking towards Julian’s car.

It’s quite for a few moments, enjoying the comforting of holding one another’s hand. “I can’t wait for tonight. Sports, stadium food, and you. It’ll be perfect.” Julian exclaims excitedly, finally breaking the silence.

“I’m just as excited to be with you, handsome.” MC replies, throwing Julian’s arm over their shoulder moving closer to Julian.

“You’re such a flirt.” Julian laughs kissing MC’s temple.

After an hour long car ride they pull up to the stadium parking lot. Julian parks in a space closest to the stadium, which means at the very end.

“Hope you don’t mind walking.” Julian laughs.

“I don’t if you don’t.” MC smiles, climbing out of the car. “Maybe your team will win.”

“If they don’t I’ll be mad.” Julian laughs, linking his arm with MC’s. “But it doesn’t matter, at least I’m with you.”

“And I’m the flirt.” MC raises his eyebrow at Julian.

“Shut up.” Julian mumbles, smiling. He leads MC to the ticket booth, explaining the stats for his favorite team. MC listens intently, even if they didn’t care too much, but they knew how much it’d mean to Julian. They get to their seats easily, as soon as they both sit down, Julian puts his arms around MC’s shoulder as the game begins.

“You ready to see some sport domination?” Julian questions.

“Yeah, there’s no way we’re not gonna win. Especially with those stats.” MC replies, leaning into him, crossing their legs. Players begin to storm the field as Julian talks about who each player is.

The game goes on until the seventh inning stretch, as the mascot race begins. “Do you need to use the restroom?”

“Nah, I’m good. Why do you?” Julian asks, looking into MC’s eyes enjoying the way they look into him. He stands up stretching his leg, MC following suit, cracking their neck.

“No, but I wanted to have another conversation with you. More like give you something.” MC explains. “You know how you gave me your class ring as a symbol of our love?”

“Are you giving it back?” Julian instantly asks, his brows furrowing.

“God no,” MC reaches into their shirt pulling out the ring connected to a necklace, Julian drags a finger over the ring smiling at MC. His hands moving to rest of their hips. “It’s....I wanted to give you a ring from me. This ring means so much to us, and wearing it everyday makes me so happy, so I wanted to give you one. You know, your own promise ring.” MC reveals a red and white ring from a small black box.

Julian takes it from their outstretched hand rolling it over his fingers genuinely shocked, his mouth slightly a gap. He pushes the ring onto his finger, and smiles at MC. “Yes, I promise to be yours, MC.”

He pulls MC into arms pressing his lips against MC’s kissing them roughly, MC’s hands running through his hair. Julian’s resting on their lower back. They both pull away taking a moment to catch their breath, their foreheads touching. MC looks towards the field to see the both them and Julian on the kiss cam screen.

“Guess we put on a show.” MC laughs, blushing profusely, as the crowd cheers for them, Julian’s caresses their cheek.

“Better end it with a bang.” Julian smirk, grabbing MC by the waist lifting them up, their lips colliding, as they wrap their legs around his waist.

“I love you.” Julian whispers, his hot breath against MC’s lips, who grins at Julian. “I love you more Julian.”

💜 Payton 💜

MC lounges around on a couch in Payton’s house, sinking into the plush blue fabric. Music pulses within the room, their ears thudding trying to adjust to the noise. This is a little much... MC thinks to themselves, looking around for Payton from the couch.

“Eeek! You made it!” Payton smiles walking up to MC. She stops a few feet away spinning in a circle her skirt twirling with her. “What do you think? Cute?” She yells over the music, brushing her mustard skirt down, then pulling on her olive green crop to straighten it out.

“Simply stunning Payton.” MC smiles, standing from the couch grabbing one of her hands. They twirl Payton again making her giggle. They rest their hands on her hips, using their fingers to trace over her exposed skin. “Let’s go talk somewhere quieter.” MC whispers in her ear.

“What about?” She whispers back, playfully tugging on MC’s ear with her fingers, chewing on the inside of her.

“For starters, oh good you look in this outfit.” Payton giggles again, leading MC to her patio, the quiet of the night filling the air as she closes the door behind her. “This quiet enough for you?” She questions innocently, batting her eye lashes at MC.

“Yeah, you know what, I think I can truly appreciate how immaculate you look.” MC smiles, standing extremely close to Payton, twisting a loose strand of Payton’s curled hair around their finger as Payton chews on her lower lip. MC’s free hand moving to Payton’s jaw running the back of their hand against it.

“You look beautiful tonight. So fucking beautiful.” MC smiles.

Payton smiles shyly, pushing MC’s shoulder. “Stop.”

“It’s true. Happy birthday, Payton.” MC flicks a finger under her chin, tilting her head up meeting her lips. Payton pulls away slightly breathless.

“Wow. That was amazeballs.” Payton giggles. She drags her fingertips down MC’s arms, before letting them fall into MC’s hands. “I’m really happy we’re together for tonight.”

“I got you something special.” MC declares, with a smile. They bring Payton’s hand to their lips kissing her hand softly, before letting them go. They dig into their pocket, their free hand tucking the loose strand of hair behind Payton’s ear, and caressing her cheek before pulling away. Dropping to their knee, Payton looks around shocked, her jaw falling open.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” She all but screams, smiling sheepishly as MC takes her hand in their own. MC presents the promise ring to her, it’s simple and a deep violet color.

She gasps, as MC pushes it up her finger. MC stops for a moment, smiling looking at the ring on her finger, how did I get so lucky.

“Payton, these last two years of dating you has been amazing. You’re the only girl I could see myself with forever. With this ring, I promise myself to be yours and yours only, I hope you can promise the same back.”

Her eyes gaze into MC’s before looking at the ring again, she wipes at her eyes with her friend hands, eyelashes wet with forming tears. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You could say something quirky like awesomeness.” MC smiles, she chuckles softly, sniffling.

“Awesomeness. I promise MC, you make me the happiest girl alive. I love you and only you.” She pulls MC off their knee, as they pick up Payton twirling her around in their arms. She giggles as they set her down.

“I love you too, Payton.” MC grins, pulling her back in for a passionate kiss.

💛 Autumn 💛

“I love this painting MC, the realism and color palette is simply stunning. Her use of the blue tones and opposing colors are simply gorgeous. Wouldn’t you agree?” Autumn marvels at a painting in her favorite museum.

“It’s definitely stunning, Autumn.” MC replies, running their thumb back and forth against her hand.

“This must have taken years, the intricate beauty the different types of pastels and oils. If only I was that good.” She goes quiet after the words leave her lips.

“Hey.” MC whispers soothingly pulling Autumn to a bench nearby sitting in front of her. “You’re good enough to get into this museum. I’m surprised you haven’t gotten here yet.”

“They only put good paintings in museums MC, my art can’t compare to hers. She has a gift for art.” Autumn says, as MC notices an envelope peaking through in her jacket pocket.

“What’s this?” MC asks, fishing it out before Autumn can stop them. She tries to protest climbing onto MC’s lap as they hold the envelope over their head. “Your art school?” MC finally says, as Autumn snatches the letter back, looking at the floor. She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear with a deep sigh. She climbs off MC’s lap sitting rejectly on the bench next to them, her legs hanging over MC’s lap. MC begins massaging her calfs softly, as Autumn summons the courage to speak.

“I got the letter yesterday.” Autumn finally confessed after some silence. “I wanted the artist to know before me, maybe so she could know that she’ll be able to live without my art plaguing these halls.”

“You were going to read to the art?” MC asks, in a soft teasing voice, their hands moving to her thighs, tracing shapes into the fabric of her jeans. Autumn rolls her eyes.

“You know what I mean.” Her voice comes out stern, but MC can hear the laughter hidden in the pitch.

“I know but I love seeing you pretend to be annoyed with me.” MC laughs as Autumn cracks a smile at them. She playfully punches their shoulder, smoothing out the letter on her lap.

“Whatever, jerk.” She hands MC the letter. “Open it.”

“Are you sure you want me to?” MC asks, starting to open the envelope, sliding a finger under the sticky tab.

“If you don’t I won’t for at least 3 months.” Autumn laughs unhumorously. “It’s like my whole life is in your hands.”

“This is your dream Autumn, you have to read it yourself,” MC pushes the letter towards her, “you might regret me opening it for you.”

“If it’s a rejection it’ll sound nicer coming from you.” Autumn admits casually, but MC can see the pain in her eyes, as she looks away towards the painting.

MC unfolds the letter, taking a deep breath, admiring the fancy print and flowery borders. They begin to read the letter aloud to Autumn, holding her hand tightly. “Ms. Brooks, we are delighted to inform you that you’ve been selected to be one of 2,000 students attending our school this semester!”

Autumn’s mouth drops open as she jumps up from the bench, throwing her hands into the air and starts yelling. “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OHMYGOD. I DID IT. I REALLY DID IT.”

MC scoops Autumn into their arms twirling her around while she laughs. “YOU GOT INTO ART SCHOOL.”

“I GOT INTO ART SCHOOL.” She screams grabbing MC’s hands, as they set her back down onto her feet.

“Congratulations, now please quiet down before I have to ask you to leave.” A security guard yells from the corridor.

“sorry.” MC calls after him, turning back to Autumn grinning. “You did it.”

“I did it. Thanks to you.” She pulls MC into a quick kiss. “I couldn’t have done this without you.” She kisses MC again pulling away hearing a thud. She crotches down snatching the ring box off the floor looking to meet MC’s eyes. MC tries to snatch it from her as she holds it above her head this time. “What’s this?”

MC reaches for it, bumping their body against Autumn’s making her blush. MC sucks in a deep breath, looking at anything, but Autumn. “A promise ring.” MC replies, softly. “I didn’t want to take away from your night so I wasn’t going to ask until later, but it fell out of my jacket.”

“I promise.” Autumn smiles. “I promise to be yours, you’re the only significant other I need.”

“You won’t replace me for an attractive artist?” MC asks playfully.

“I wouldn’t ever dream of it.” She pulls MC into another kiss, before sliding the ring onto her finger, looking at the engraving spelling out artist. “I love you so much, MC.”

“Not as much as I love you.”

💚 Nishan 💚

MC is sitting through another cartoon binging with Nishan. Their head on his chest listening to his heartbeat over watching the boring show. Although they’d been trying their hardest to never admit that they didn’t like this show, it was starting to become too much for their sanity.

“I was thinking Nish-“ Nishan shushes MC before they can finish their thought.

“We’re at the climax, aren’t you even paying attention?” Nishan asks, his eyes never leaving the screen.

MC sits up turning towards Nishan. “I’m bored. This show isn’t as good as the others.”

“You don’t like it?” Nishan asks, pausing the show turning to face MC. “But there’s action and romance and-“

“No plot. It’s so bland. The characters are hard to relate to and aren’t even interesting. They’re so badly 2D.” MC complains.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.”

“Don’t apologize.”

“No I should have read the signs more, I almost put you to sleep. I’m such a bad boyfriend. I should have thought more and done better.”

“It’s not like that Nish. I’m happy just spending time with you, but you’re spending more time with the tv than me tonight. And I usually don’t mind, but this show is so bad.”

“I must confess, I’m not that much of a fan either.” He laughs. “I thought you liked it and didn’t want to change it.”

“Oh god no. That robot magically gaining superpowers mid fight? The dinosaurs? The damned reaper bringing dead people back to life isn’t my cup of tea.” MC laughs with Nishan.

“Very unrealistic and unintelligent.” Nishan nods.

“Oh well. Come the night is still young and I have a surprise for you.” MC smirks, Nishan tilts his head to the side looking at MC confused. “Surprise?”

“Yes, you’re about to be leaving soon and I wanted to give you a goodbye gift.”

“I’m not leaving forever MC. I’ll be home weekends.” He says assuringly.

“That’s not the point. Come on to the roof with me.”

“What if we fall? We’ll be dead, flat as pancakes.” Nishan protests.

“I’ll hold you so you don’t fall. You know I’d never do anything to hurt you, besides the apartment roof is flat. And realistically you won’t turn into a pancake.” MC points out. Reluctantly Nishan follow MC out to the cool summer night, a slight breeze wafting through. They walk a blanket already laid out, a bottle of sparkling cider and some of Nishan’s favorite snacks lay spread out across the blanket.