#ywgin

                                                                                                                       @ywgin

        “𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲,”  he says after five minutes of complete and utter silence---a new record!  “if i get thrown in jail, would you break me out?  not that i would do anything illegal---”  ( except, y’know, trespassing to take selfies with cows, kidnapping goats for the usual pranks, and sneaking minors into the local bar -- but he’s made it out of those situations somewhat scot-free, and let’s be real, it’s thanks to his dashing good looks and super lovable personality to boot. )  “but if, if, i ever get caught.  what would you do?”

        there’s a brief moment where he scrunches up his nose, his brow furrowing ever so slightly so it looks like he’s thinking really, really hard -- but then he ends up saying this:  “wait, no.  you’d be in jail with me.  as my accomplice.”  it’s true, though.  he turns to gin and looks at him seriously ( ! ), which is an incredible feat in itself, considering their faces are but a few inches apart -- perks of cuddling, really.  “okay, but what if i was kidnapped by aliens?  or worse, what if the entire town sacrifices me to them?”

starter for @ywgin !

the hallway off which laid all the kindergarten classes was empty now, the kids having been picked up a little under half an hour ago. heni’s classroom had been, for once, not too messy when the school day had finished, so he’d managed to get away sooner than usual, excited for his afternoon plans. with his jacket hung over his forearm and satchel hanging from his shoulder he makes his way to gin’s classroom, leaning against the door frame as he peers into the room, smiling as he spots the younger teacher. “did the little monsters wreak havoc again?” there’s a fond smile on his lips as he talks about the kids. 

heni had invited gin out for an early dinner slash late lunch sort of get-together, since he’d grown fond of gin over the time he’d known him. despite gin being, in a way, utterly terrifying to heni sometimes, what with his ‘compooters’ and ‘smart phone’, and the vocab he used sometimes being entirely unfamiliar, heni had learned to look past all that and appreciate the caring boy beneath the tech. 

sure, heni didn’t want anything to do with his ‘compooter’ but he did want a lot to do with gin himself. so, he’d decided that going out for some food and a chat would do them good, especially away from the school setting, where their time in the staff room was always punctuated by odd shrieks or echoing laughter from students running around outside.