#supa high

originally, suzanne is three years younger than the twins while kareem is older than suzanne by two years

in this au, suzanne is one year younger than her brothers, and kareem is the same age as the max power twins

Some notes: Joseph (Cool Joe) and Tora (Twisting Tiger) get together senior year, and I personally think they’re 23-24 years old in the show (NOT CANON).

6 years ago…

Joseph looked at the clock that seemed to be moving in slo-mo (or, was it even moving?), tapping his pencil against his desk peevishly. Sitting in Mr. O’Bryan’s biology class was more draining than trying to peel dry paint off the wall. He was literally gonna doze off had a crumpled paper not fall from the sky.

“What?” He grabbed the crumpled paper, looking at it as another paperball fell out… of his head? Joseph patted his fro to make sure he wasn't crazy. And as luck would have it, there were 7 other papers that he had to fish out of his hair. The crinkling sounds of the paper balls trying to cling to his coils as he pulled them out was clearly drawing attention to him. Some students turned to look at him, clearly disturbed by the noise.

“What’s with the noise?” A question that made Joseph straighten up immediately. O’Bryan’s class may have been boring, but that man was terrifying as hell.

Mr. O’Bryan turned around to scan the classroom, Joseph held his breath, hoping that he would ignore the random crumpled balls on his desk. Mr. O'Bryan's eyes stopped on Joseph for a moment. It felt like ages watching O’Bryan stare him down, with this intensity that sent chills down his spine. Was he gonna ask about the papers on his desk? Was he gonna make him answer a question? Was he gonna say anything???

“Mr. Moseka,” Mr. O’Bryan finally said. “You have a paperball in your hair.”

“Oh!” Joseph awkwardly fished for the last paperball, which felt like forever with everyone staring him down, and people were definitely sneering.

“Does there seem to be a problem?” Mr. O’Bryan said in a sharp tone. There was silence in response, prompting him to carry on with the lesson.

Joseph sighed and sank in his chair in humiliation. What was the paper attack for and who was the culprit? He looked around for a suspect. Joe didn’t really see anyone acting suspicious till he saw Killian Shaw, who sat diagonally behind him with an apologetic smile. He shot daggers towards the blondie, who only mouthed “Sorry” and “Read the papers” as a response.

Joseph rolled his eyes and opened a paper note.

The next two notes were him just asking the same thing, Joe didn’t even bother to open the rest of them. He gave Killian another dirty look, who gave him sad puppy eyes in return. Joe wrote back in one of the papers and threw it right at Shaw’s face.

Killian wrote back with a defeated look on his face and threw it back to Joseph.

Joseph’s eyes widened at the second part of the message, but quickly regained his composure. They had study hall together after this class. He nodded his head towards the blonde and stuffed the note in his pocket.

(Not) Soon enough, the bell rang, notifying everyone to transition to their next period. The afro-head stood up and practically ran out the door. “What’s he in a rush for?” Killian pondered to himself. Meanwhile, Joseph pushed and weaved through the human traffic in the hallway, going up the stairs to the second floor. He sped walked through the hallway, walking into the seemingly empty bathroom.

Joseph looked around confused, checking Killian’s note to make sure he read it right.

“Hello? Tora?” He called out, but there was no response. He walked farther into the stalls. “It’s me, Joseph, Killian told me to meet you here.” but again, no response.

“Dammit, KIllian probably gave me the wrong location.” Joe thought to himself, getting ready to leave. That’s when a stall next to him opened. Joe turned around, only to see a hand that pulled him inside and pushed him against the wall.

“Hi.” A familiar voice spoke and the hand let go of his collar. Joseph looked to see his boyfriend looking at him fondly. “It’s been a while.” Tora teased.

Joseph looked at the Japanese red-head with a surprised expression, which was quickly replaced with a sly grin. “Damn, you’re stronger than you look.”

Tora chuckled and smiled bashfully. “Well, do I have to seem strong for you to like me?”

He asked as he drew himself closer, the gap between their bodies tightening. Joseph also leaned in looking at him longingly, bringing his face closer to Tora’s.

“No, you don't." Joseph cupped Tora’s face, grazing his thumb across his lips.

They closed their eyes as they leaned into one another. Time stilled as they closed the gap between their mouths, the kiss sweet with their hearts racing.

Joe’s free hand landed on Tora’s hips in an awkward attempt to put them somewhere. Tora’s arms swung around Joseph’s shoulders, placing his hands on the back of his neck. His lips were so soft against Joseph’s, his palms sweaty against his neck.

Joseph pulled away for a breath, his eyes glazed in adoration. Tora looked back at him with the same loving stare, moving Joseph’s hand off his face as he leaned back in. Joseph parted his lips, giving him entry. Tora closed his eyes as the tip of his tongue slipped inside Joseph’s lips.

“Mmm!” Joseph let out a little sound, clearly caught off guard.

Knots started to form in their stomachs as the kiss got hungry, like they’ve been starved of each other for so long. Their tongues hot and slick, danced together as the kiss got more intense.

Joseph pushed Tora back against the wall, wrapping his arms around his lower back. Tora’s hands went back on his neck, his fingers brushing the little coils on his nape. Through the heat of their bodies and the firm bonding of their lips, there was a hint of sweetness.

Tora’s mouth tasted like strawberries- of course it was strawberries, those were his favorite. But he also tasted like bliss, exactly what Joseph felt whenever he was with him. Damn, he was intoxicating, he couldn’t stop and he didn’t want to. Tora didn’t seem to pull away either, their lips could’ve been stuck together at this point.

But then…

Their teeth clinked. The boys jerked back from each other, grabbing their mouths in pain.

“Shit!” Joseph yelped.

“Owwww, what the fuck…” Tora groaned in pain.

“I didn’t even know that could happen!” Joseph exclaimed.

“Yeah, I kno-”

The ringing of the bell cut Tora off, advising them to get to their classes. Tora was never late and Joseph couldn’t afford to be late again. They quickly left the stall with (thankfully) no witnesses..

They stepped out of the restroom, into the crowded hallway. Tora looked at Joseph one more time, with a little smile on his face. Joseph smiled back, clearly a bit flustered.

“See you around.” Tora was acting rather meek since he literally had his tongue down his throat barely a minute ago. But the tone he used almost made Joseph’s mind slip.

“Y-yeah, see ya.” He replied with a soft tone, a tone that he never knew he had.

it was a warm September morning. Would’ve been great if it JUST wasn’t the 29th of September.

exactly the day they had to present their geography projects.

Nathan Shaw got paired up with a gnarly-looking tan guy with bruises all over and ear piercings. What was it again? Sk... Skarra?

then there was an Asian girl, she had some strands of her hair dyed fun colors, and he had to admit it didn't look bad at all... She played some weird sport. Cuju? Something with a C and a lot of kicking.

and the only person he actually knew: Tora!!!!!

the thing was, no one in the group actually did anything.

well, Tora did something... right?... Skarra was always “too busy” (which somehow included being shirtless in the gym like twice a day), the cuju girl didn’t even answer his emails, and Tora wouldn’t even tell him what part of the project he was supposed to do.

but don't worry, Nathan Shaw ALWAYS has a plan, during recess, right before the presentation, Nathan snuck into the library and googled:

"random funny facts about the USA"

the results sucked.

guns. presidents getting shot. politicians getting shot.

black guy getting shot...

“Jesus.” He blinked twice

“are there any fun facts,” he thought to himself, “that don’t involve anyone getting shot?”

he didn’t really find any...

but whatever, he had ten minutes before the bell rang, and anything was better than showing up with absolutely nothing.

ten minutes later, the bell rang.

his hands were shaky, not like strong, but it was noticeable.

Nathan Shaw. nervous. About a group project.

insane....

it wasn’t even the grade he cared about. It was the punishment. From… him...

he shivered just thinking about the geography teacher

someone tapped on his shoulder as he was about to enter the classroom, Tora!

“Skarra does the intro, you talk about the impact of USA on the global market. Me and Shing will do the rest, okay?”

Nathan glanced down at his notebook, four lines of pure nonsense, a badly drawn American flag, and a little sketch of a gun.

"yeaaahhhh... global USA market.... okaaaayy..."

whatever, it was too late to change anything anyways

“Group Four,” Mr. Sheikh Ali Zaman announced. “You’re up.”

the four of them exchanged nervous glances, actually no, Skarra looked quite... calm...

Nathan felt a knot twist in his throat. like he just forgot how to breathe

no one said anything, until Skarra came forward, smacking his bubblegum like this was all some joke, like his grade didn't literally depend on the words that he was about to spit out

“uuuuhhh, yeah.... We’re Group Four, and we’re Skarra Mashona, Nathan Shaw, Tora Tatsumaki, and Shiiiiiing... uhhhh, Shing?”

he glanced back at the rest of the group like he’d never met them in his life. then, went into a 10-minute speech straight from wikipedia. Half of it didn’t make any sense, but hey, it definitely had a bunch of intelectual words in it

and then it was Nathan’s turn.

he stepped up. cleared his throat. looked down.

read the first thing he’d written.

“In 1893, a man tried to mail a whole house.”

he blinked

duuuuuddeee..........

he looked up. The whole class was staring at him.

"uhm... yeah. In 1893, there was this dude in Ohio who, like, tried to mail a 40-ton house. By train.”

someone giggled

he glanced over

Carlos.

but it wasn’t his usual smug laugh. Not the popular-kid-laughing-at-you-and-then-telling-you-to-kill-yourself kind.

it was real. he was actually trying to hide it, covering his mouth with his hand

he turned toward Mr. Sheikh. he looked... disappointed. no expression, no emotion, just pure blank disappointment. like he expected this from him

he panicked

“And also! In some towns in Pennsylvania, it’s... kinda illegal to sleep on a fridge outside?”

"..."

“Like... why would you even? Right? Fridge?”

Carlos laughed again, louder this time

Nathan really wanted to FUCKING die

Tora wasn’t any better, he mixed up his project notes with a list of his grandma’s meds. and Shing just talked about sports. Of course she talked about sports. That’s cheating. Easy way out.

by the end, their group got a 4 out of 10.

Nathan walked out of class numb, he’d just embarrassed himself in front of EVERYONE. Failed the project

Perfect.....

then he saw Carlos. Grinning ear to ear like it was the best show he’d seen all year.

“You know,” Carlos chuckled, catching up to him, “I think the stuff you said about America was way more interesting than whatever Sheikh Ali Zaman was on about.”

Nathan blinked. “Thanks, dude...

"..."

"you’re also, like... not bad.... sometimes....”

Carlos laughed and bumped shoulders with him.

“I would’ve given you a five. you know, just saying...”

“Thanks... dude....”

Carlos smiled and walked off toward the bathroom, leaving Nathan standing there, not much going on in his head anyways, maybe wondering what was for lunch???

in the bathroom, Carlos closed the door behind him and leaned against the sink.

“How’d I do? Was I too mean?” he said out loud.

He yanked open the first stall and found Riano sitting on the toilet with his phone.

“Do you think he noticed my cherry lip balm?”

Riano jumped, almost dropping his phone, technically they weren't allowed to have their phones out in school, but John taught him how to unlock this "secret" ping pong game in it and since then he'd been playing it non stop

“be honest, man. did he look at me when I left? Like, down? at my butt?”

Carlos grabbed him by the shoulders. “Riano. This is important.”

“uh... yeahjhhh!..... totally! right, Klaus?”

Klaus popped his head out from under the divider. “Ja! He totally saw the lip balm. I could see it in his face. This is like that manga I read where the two rivals-”

“Do you think he saw the zit on my cheek? I swear I’ve been trying to pop it all morning, it’s obsessed with me!!!!!”

“Carlos, please-” Riano groaned, trying to push him off.

Carlos stared at his reflection in the mirror.

“You think he’s into, like... disasters?”

Riano and Klaus shared glances, they both knew the answer