#thinking deeply

OH

mdni

okay

These are the ABCs of a subjectively horrible idea brewing in my mind in the STSG flavoring. You have been somewhat warned.

RE: The working title is absolutely a play on words altar boy / altered boy. A catalyst setting off a chain of events and it causes the boy to be altered. Badumtiss. I'm so clever and big brained. (Jokes aside, let's get into it.)

There is naturally going to be an age gap with Priest Suguru and Atheist Satoru, because in what world is someone 30+ still folding in attending church against their will? I understand the formula of strict conservative parents, but that just breeds quick thinking children. He would just Never visit his family or be home on Sundays. For this to work he has to be prefrontal lobe developed, but I don't know that I want him to be a minor. I do not want to play with the low hanging fruit that is young x boy priest (and all that it entails). Somewhere in the early 20s. Very early could work.

He takes a gap year, works a part time job for a year for the life experience, or how he spins it. He just wanted to collect money he could access for himself without having to go through the channel of command that is his parents (ie asking or them calling him and questioning every credit card transaction)

In year while working perhaps he is still living with his parents and how he gets roped into attending Sunday mass. Which leads to routinely attending which is a drag but at least he now has Sundays off of work!!!!!!!! Ain't that fun.

Enter lengthy time skips. When Satoru eventually attends uni, it's a bit of a ways away. He's in the dorms. He only returns home for major holiday breaks and otherwise remains on campus. Has obtained a job on campus, maybe as a part timer in the universities' library. Pay's nothing great, but it's better than nothing. No strings attached income is the best income.

It goes like that. Routine. Nothing out of the ordinary. School. Work. Study. Homework. Return home for the major holidays. Assume the roll of studious boy. Attend Sunday mass. The little he protests, the easier his life becomes.

He's about to nod off, hands clasped in his lap when an unfamiliar voice blankets the room and he snaps to attention. Sees him. Looks left, sees his mom and dad paying rapt attention. Looks right, sees the stained glass. Looks straight ahead and sees Him. Not God, no, a new priest. Before He gets into the sermon for the week, the Father introduces Himself, mentions about filling in, and how this is the first mass He has ever led at this volume. A nervous chuckle. He's kind of young. Definitely younger than their usual priest. No recollection of why he's not here, how long he will be out, or really anything this new guy has said. The afterimage of his smile, His dimple, only in the left cheek, and just how handsome He is and how youthful he seemed remain for hours after that first mass led by Him. Father Geto.

When I found Nerdfighteria about a year and a half ago, I has so happy to find a group of people that cared about many of the things that I cared about and made me proud to be a nerd. The Vlogbrothers make me laugh, but at the same time think deeply about different things and I don’t know what my life would be like without them.