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He had another dream about him last night.

It was nice. So nice it made his heart ache excruciatingly like it was on fire, burning him from the inside out.

He and Xeno were out in the woods, there was no one else around. It was just them. The surrounding field was littered in different colored flowers ranging from purple to white and a few red ones as well.

Stanley remembered that he had spent months trying to convince Xeno to go camping with him. With a tent and everything, in the middle of nowhere.

Xeno made up so many excuses previously that Stan could’ve made a book of them. But it was only a matter of time before Xeno would cave. And he did, Stanley didn’t allow any takebacks.

They tried to make the tent together, but the sticks kept flying out of Xeno’s hands, so Stan took care of it himself while he watched.

As he watched, he cracked open a can of soda from the cooler they brought since they weren’t old enough to drink. If Stan were to guess, he'd take Xeno as a wine type of guy. Not like Stanley cared about the rules, especially since they wouldn’t get caught. But knowing Xeno wouldn’t drink with him made him lose interest quickly.

There was no fun in drinking alone.

Then after that, they’d walk around the trees together, admiring the views and observing the wildlife. The blissful sound of the flowing water from the river nearby would guide their conversations in a fluid melody.

The wind would blow after that, causing Xeno to shiver a bit. Naturally, he gave him his jacket.

A few minutes later, it was given back. Xeno always got hot way too easily. If P.E. wasn’t required to graduate, Xeno would’ve gladly accepted a fail for that class. And Stan probably would’ve decided to fail alongside him.

Xeno was lucky to have Stan in his class to keep him from failing.

The breeze would carry on through the trees and ruffle the blades of grass against each other. Different colors of petals would float through the air and land in Xeno’s silver hair, unbeknownst to him.

Xeno looked at him with a confused expression, unaware of how bright he was in Stanley’s view. Easily brighter than the sun.

In ways that made him warmer than anything else in the world.

The red petals complemented his complexion, which his cheeks grew more rosy the longer Stan stared at him with that longing gaze. It was adorable. Meanwhile the purple petals, which matched his lipstick, highlighted the perfect beauty of his midnight eyes. They were more than just obsidian, they were galaxies upon galaxies of stars and a ridiculous amount of knowledge that somehow managed to stay perfectly in his brain. The same information that would make those same eyes light up like the ethereal glow of the moonlight.

As Stanley reached out to brush the petals away, including the white ones that blended in with his hair, he’d lean closer. And Xeno would do the same.

Their faces came closer, Xeno tilted his head for the lips to meet.

Stanley would forget about the reality that awaited him when the dream was over.

Then he woke up.

None of it was real. Not his smile, not the easy banter, not the camping trip. And not him.

Because Xeno died two years ago. It was a wonder why his mind kept forgetting that harsh face when he slept. He wished he could sleep and never wake up. Staying with Xeno is all he’s ever wanted. The only thing he needed.

Even just to hear his voice ramble on about something scientific he wouldn’t understand.

He hated it. Dream all he wants, but it won’t bring him back. Stanley should stop expecting it to do so. But he never does.

Here he was at nineteen and he was already an empty husk of a human being wasting away. He stopped caring about anything, even himself. After he died, he pushed everyone around him away, and they all eventually got fed up with him and left. It was always bound to happen.

Except for one, which Stanley really wished he would.

There was nothing he wanted–though he supposes he wouldn’t mind getting his hands on the person who murdered the only person he’s ever truly loved.

Back then, they were so stupid. So ridiculously ignorant.

It happened during their junior year, they were both seventeen. What they didn’t know at the time was that only one of them would make it to eighteen. Xeno never made it to adulthood. Never even had a chance of trying for college to achieve his dream at NASA.

If Stanley was even half as smart as Xeno, he would’ve tried to do it. For him, like Xeno would be achieving his dream through Stanley from beyond. But that was stupid.

If Xeno heard him say something like that, he’d never hear the end of it. What he wouldn’t give for that.

His grades turned into a muddled pile of garbage within a month after the incident, so even if he did think something like that could be true, he would’ve failed him. Just like he did when he wasn’t able to save him.

There was a string of murders in the months leading up to it. They were all girls, so it never crossed their minds that either of them would be considered a target.

Then one day, Xeno just disappeared. Without a trace.

During a cold evening, Xeno’s mother knocked on his door. She was looking for him obviously, and he wasn’t there.

Stanley felt a hint of concern after she left and tried to call him, but he didn’t pick up. It worried him even more. It was so unlike him. Sure, Xeno would’ve ignored a call from anyone, but not him. Not Stanley.

The next morning, he tried again.

No answer.

So he did the next logical thing and checked his location. Only when he finally arrived, Xeno wasn’t anywhere to be found. Just his phone on the ground. In the middle of the woods.

He didn’t know what to do. At that point, he was on the verge of a full on panic attack. His father wasn’t home, which was usually a good thing, and his mother wasn’t around. And his siblings moved out years ago. Stanley was alone.

With shaking limbs, he called the police. Like they’d do anything.

And apparently he was the first person to report it too. His own parents still hadn’t called the police by the time Stan reported it despite their son being missing.

Stan felt a twinge of disappointment at that, but at the time it was overshadowed with worry and panic.

When his father used to beat him around more, he’d go to Xeno’s. His parents would always welcome him with open arms.

They’d make him dinner and let him in whenever he needed them. They were some of the kindest people he’d ever met. It allowed him to know the feeling of what a real family was supposed to be like.

It came out later, Stanley had heard. The night Xeno went missing, they had gotten into a pretty big fight. Had been for a few months. And he had no idea, Xeno never told him. But that night–that night, Xeno couldn’t take it and he left the house. Stanley wished Xeno had trusted him enough to come to him about it instead of keeping it hidden like it wasn’t important.

If he was able to get Xeno to trust him more, he would’ve come to him instead of wandering off and ensuring his demise.

Stanley searched every day. Their friends joined a few times, but it was mostly him.

He didn’t eat. He didn’t sleep. The only thing he cared about was Xeno. The world was slowly crumbling around him.

Five days later, his world shattered.

The police found Xeno’s body in a ditch a couple blocks from their houses. A ditch he checked. Meaning his body was dumped there after Stanley already checked it. What a fool he was.

He didn’t even want to try to recall the details of the case. The memory of each and every specific was etched into his mind, it made him nauseous.

Or maybe that was from his hangover from last night. Probably both, what did it matter?

Stanley yelled so much that he injured his vocal chords when his older sister came home and told him the news. A strange look of pity from her he never saw before, he despised it with every fiber of his being. He shouted at her, he used every curse word he knew existed.

Because surely his asshole of his father put her up to it. Trying to mess with him to see how he’d react. To see the tears he hadn’t seen in years.

Stanley didn’t give him the satisfaction. It wasn’t true.

Xeno wasn’t dead.

And Stanley didn’t leave his room once for the months that followed. One of these days, Xeno will come home. He’ll be okay and tell him that he just got lost exploring a lab he broke into.

People tried to visit him. They didn’t come back.

His older sister only stayed for so long before she had to go home. She had a husband she’d be having a better time with anyway.

He only ate what he needed to survive. He stayed in his room unless he had to use the bathroom. Suddenly his father didn’t care anymore that Stanley was using his card for everything.

He mindlessly started off in any direction as he lay in bed, letting his grief consume him. It was pathetic. That or scrolling through his phone and forgetting the video he watched a second after scrolling away.

Stanley was an idiot.

All it took was one glance and his eyes were glued. In the midst of scrolling, an article about a recent murder popped up. About Xeno.

His eyes wouldn’t stop reading no matter how much he begged them to stop.

He finally knew how he was killed.

After his body was discovered in that ditch, they found that he was stabbed seven times and died from blood loss. Once in the back of his shoulder, once in his side, and the rest in his stomach. Seven stab wounds. Someone stabbed his Xeno seven times. Xeno had to experience such brutal pain before he died. There was also evidence of other... things found on his body suggesting—when Stan got to that part, he threw his phone across the room and screamed. His phone broke.

He fell out of his bed in a desperate attempt to drag himself to the bathroom, but it was in vain. Stan ended up throwing up all over the floor, and had to clean it all on his own. Through his tears and breathless sobs.

Sick.

It was completely sick.

And the monster who did those disgusting things to Xeno still roamed free. His blood boiled hotter than the fiery pits of hell that demented perverse fuck would end up in. Where he too will go if he ever has the pleasure of sending it there himself.

Yet the monster never got caught.

After he broke most of the furniture in his house, questions pondered in his head. What were his last moments like? Did he feel the pain of every stab? Did he die immediately or did he suffer? Did Xeno beg his killer to stop? Was he scared…? Did he at all cross his mind during the whole thing?

Was he expecting Stanley to save him like he always did, only to be let down?

What a failure.

He joined the military as soon as possible. Stanley doesn’t know how he graduated, it didn’t take until he was passing his classes again he realized some of his friends had been doing his assignments for him.

And he didn’t care.

He didn’t even thank them.

Just graduated and joined the marines in a miserable attempt to numb the pain somehow. And it worked, for a while.

Xeno haunted his mind at every turn. He swore he saw him reflected in the mirror sometimes. Occasionally covered in blood. Every glance at a person with white hair had him thinking he was back, for only a second before he remembered.

Nothing filled the void Xeno left behind. Nothing would.

Nothing could. He’d long since accepted that. The only option he had was to empty the rest of his emotions so he wouldn’t have to suffer through them anymore.

No one was a person anymore. Not once has he met someone’s gaze since he died. Fearing they wouldn’t be the obsidian galaxy of stars he yearned to see again. Which they wouldn’t.

Dropping dead would be a mercy. Why he hasn’t was a wonder, why he should was a given.

He leaned his head back to get the last drop out of the beer bottle.

His apartment was covered in them at this point. Nineteen and yet the store clerks don’t bat an eye selling it to him. Perhaps it was those intimidating eyes Xeno said he had. And liked.

Loved.

Either way, he didn’t care for the reason.

Stanley was ready to go back to sleep until someone knocked at the door. It was tempting to ignore, but there’d be no point in that. He’d let himself in otherwise. Throwing his head back with a jaded sigh, he put the bottle down and opened the door for his guest.

The man stared at him, his brows were crinkled, worry showing clearly through the sunglasses he wore even when inside. His bald head was missing its usual shine.

“What d’ya want, Brody?” Stanley watched as the man scooted right past him into the apartment, scanning the environment intently.

“Drinking again, huh?” Brody stated, a diminish creating a sorrowful brand of pity.

Stanley crossed his arms carelessly, not willing to bend to the accusation disguised as whatever this game he kept playing was. “Yeah, so? Whatever I do in my freetime is my business.”

Brody frowns without a retort. “Yeah, I got it…” He circled around the kitchen counter, digging into one of the bottom cabinets and pulling out a trash bag.

Stanley stood in the same spot as Brody dutifully collected the bottle scattered about to throw away. Why Brody continued to keep doing this knowing it’ll be in the same state by the end of next week was anybody’s guess. The sound of bottles clinking against each other in the bag grew with each new addition.

“Stan, I’m worried about you, man. I know I say that every time I stop by for a check in, but I’m serious. You can’t keep doing this to yourself, it's just sad…”

“Tch,” Stan scoffed, “I never asked for you to be my damn babysitter.”

Brody stopped for a minute to laugh, lacking humor. “Maybe not, but you sure as hell need one.”

With his fingers already pulling out a cigarette, he also grabbed his lighter and lit it in one swift motion. He slumped down onto the couch before putting it into his mouth. “And what makes you think you have to be the one to take that responsibility?”

Brody’s expression was serious and stern. “Because if I don’t, no one else will.”

Stan halted for a moment at that before shrugging his shoulders as a sort of agreement. “I guess you’re not wrong.”

“You may not be the same man you once were, but we’re still friends. I’m still gonna worry over you. I’m sure that’s what he would want too–”

“Don’t talk about him,” Stanley cut him off sharply with a cold glare. “You have no right to speak for him like that, so don’t even try it.”

The other man hesitated over his next words. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Good…” he mumbled, finally relaxing his shoulders.

With one more look around the room, Brody picked up the trash bag and walked to the front door. He set it down momentarily in the outside hall, turning back to look at Stan. “By the way, uh… Charlotte and I are gonna catch up next week. Do you want to come?”

He puffed out smoke and pretended to consider the offer. “We’ll see.”

Brody’s signature grin popped back within a second. “Great! I’ll text you the details. Let me know if you do decide to come with.” And with picking back up the garbage bag and shutting the door behind him, his weekly headache was gone.

Purple lips glued shut with no one else to talk to. He was used to not doing the talking already, that was Xeno’s thing, but it still felt strange to go so long without speaking.

But he’d be happy to be quiet forever if it meant he could listen to Xeno go on another rant.

With a casual stroll to his bedroom, he lifted up his pillow and grabbed the gun he kept under it.

Then he walked back into his living room and sat at the kitchen counter. He set the small, but heavy box of bullets aside momentarily as he popped open the cylinder. He filled five of the empty slots before snapping it back into place.

He put his cigarette out on the teal crystal ashtray, then spun the cylinder.

The first time he did this, he put only one bullet in. With each failure he added more one by one.

Stanley spun it again, letting the weight of the gun sink his hand lower. He let out a breath and pressed the muzzle of the gun against his head. His eyes fixed on the counter in front of him as his finger pulled the trigger.

Click.

Suppose he still had to have some humanity left if he still flinched.

He was still here, he thought blankly. A dark laugh lurched from his throat, setting down the gun, his laughter grew louder.

“Still alive…”

It couldn’t be helped. When playing with odds, one must be prepared to accept what comes from those odds. He didn’t make the rules. But he was still a little disappointed. He was looking forward to seeing Xeno again, but it seemed like he’d have to settle for seeing him in his dreams instead.

Without cleaning the counter, he trekked back to his bedroom and flopped onto his bed. Sleep overtook him within a few minutes.

•••

He was awakened by the abrupt ringing of his alarm clock. Disoriented, he jolted at the sound and swung his arm to turn it off out of instinct.

It took him less than a second to realize where he was.

He scanned the room, confused. His old bedroom. The fabric of the sheets beneath his hands felt way too real. Stanley swore he was awake right now, but how could that be…?

Was this some kind of prank? He finds it hard to believe someone moved him here and he didn’t notice. He may be a drunk, but he was still in the military.

Actually… his body felt different too. What’s the word… cleaner? More energized.

The sun seeped through the curtains as he sat up. Then his gaze landed on his nightstand. His phone.

Not the one he owned right now, the one he had in highschool. The one he broke.

What the hell is going on?!

The alarm clock blinked frantically as if silently screaming at him. Stanley had to do a double take as he read the date. “November 2nd… two years ago!?”

This was impossible. How could it—this has to be a dream! He slapped himself harshly and groaned at the pain. It stung. He was really here. Stanley was actually in his old room. Did he really travel back in time somehow?

But it didn’t make sense! Why—how?!

His thoughts went into a spiral of jumbled confusion, any logical explanation he could come up with failed to make any sense and he felt like he was going insane! He couldn’t make out a single coherent train of thought, there was too much trying to answer itself too suddenly…

Then his phone screen lit up, the name displayed on it halted the whirlwind of ruminations.

Xeno.

It was a text from Xeno. Stanley snatched the device at lightning speed.

Don’t sleep through your alarm again.

If he really traveled back in time by two years… and this text was real, that meant... Xeno was still alive. He's... alive. He's alive—!

In a clumsy flourish, first falling onto the floor, he bolted out of his room and down the stairs, skipping most of the steps. He didn’t even notice how cold the outside air was as he ran down the sidewalk without shoes on.

Stanley approached the door, out of breath and his heart beating out of his chest. It felt like it was about to shrivel up if he didn’t see it for himself.

He tightened his hands into fists and banged on the door.

He kept banging until the door opened sharply, the one he’d been yearning to see stepping in front of him. “Stanley! What are you–” his words trailed off as he took in his disheveled appearance, sweating and out of breath from running over here.

Xeno looked exactly the same as he remembered. Those eyes, the ones he’s been dreaming of every night for two years, twinkled in the morning light. A face of concern stared back at him. His hair was slightly damp, probably from a shower. Silly Xeno, always waking up way earlier than necessary.

This was really happening. It was real, there was no mistake. Xeno was really standing in front of him.

“Stanley, are you alright…? You don’t have any shoes on and you’re still in your PJ’s. Is something…”

His vision of Xeno blur, for a moment he feared he went away, but after blinking, he found that he was still there.

Xeno stared at him, mouth agape. He looked genuinely horrified. “You're crying...”

All restraint left his body, he surged forward and pulled Xeno tightly against his body. His grip around him was strong like he was scared he’d disappear again if he let go. He heard Xeno’s breath hitch at the sudden movement.

“Xeno…” he muttered in a low sob.

Awkwardly, Xeno reciprocated the embrace, hesitantly patting him on the back. “Stan, what’s wrong? You’re freaking me out.”

“Nothing…” he finally let him go and stepped back to give him space. He wiped the tears from his face, not taking his gaze off Xeno. “Nothing, I just…”

Xeno stared at him expectantly, worry still evident in the way he tapped his foot.

“I just had a nightmare is all.”

Chapter Text

“Stanley, may I ask why you’ve been staring at me since we left?” Xeno’s words snapped Stanley out of his trance. In the distance, he could see their school getting closer with each step.

Maybe he should’ve taken his car like Xeno suggested. But something in him just decided walking would be better.

After all, it’s been years since he’s been in his hometown, though he supposes in these circumstances he never left. Walking to school like this really made the new reality sink in. Xeno was clearly still curious about Stan’s strange breakdown earlier, doubt showed in the way he kept glancing at him suspiciously. He couldn’t blame him, Xeno knew him better than even himself most of the time.

He could read him like a book, and he knew he would never cry over something as trivial as a nightmare. His eyes took in every sight, he hadn’t even noticed the pain in his foot from when he scratched it when he ran to Xeno’s door.

They passed by a diner they used to frequent often, usually by Stanley’s suggestion. Usually after school or late at night when he wanted to get away from his dad.

Five out of ten times they went there, Xeno would spend most of his time studying AND forcing Stanley to study with him.

It always both annoyed him and warmed his chest with a sweet fondness.

As they walked by it, the smell of bacon and aroma of maple syrup floated through the air which almost made him keel over with how strong that wave of nostalgia was. It was breakfast, so the lunch options weren’t open yet, but man Stanley remembered them having the best burgers.

And, ah… the convenience store! He never thought he’d get so emotional over one, but this one—this was a special one. Not because it had anything that made it stand out as unique to other convenience stores, but because of the memory Xeno made him swear to never divulge.

You see, Xeno was the type of person who, when hit with an idea, would do anything it took to carry it out to perfection.

This particular idea of his required alcohol, which they did not have. And as they were under the age of twenty-one and could not pass for one eligible to buy such things, they had no choice but to steal it instead.

Now Stanley at the time, was really surprised that Xeno would suggest something like that. If he’s remembering correctly, they were around thirteen at the time and Xeno was known as a strict rule follower. Previously, at least. Coincidentally, that was also the age Xeno decided he was above the rules. Which could he blame him? He’s way smarter than the old guys who came up with the rules anyway. If he needs to break a rule, he has a good reason for it.

Or maybe Stanley was already so smitten at that point that everything Xeno wanted was automatically his top priority no matter how outrageous it was, he’d hang on every word. Mostly.

Honestly, that was one of the things he loved about him. He always had such a creative mind that kept Stanley engaged without missing a beat. Because Xeno deserved the world.

So while Xeno was in charge of distracting the underpaid worker at the counter, sounding painfully awkward and nervous, Stanley did the dirty work.

Naturally with their inexperience, they were caught. In order to keep the worker quiet, Stanley ended up giving him one of his mother’s old expensive necklaces. Not like she’d miss it since she made it clear she wasn’t coming back when she left. From what his sister’s told him. He’s sure he wouldn’t remember what her face looked like if it weren’t for the photos his older brother never brought himself to let go of.

His older brother… he forgets he even has one sometimes with how little they’ve ever interacted.

“Stan, stop spacing out. I swear, what is wrong with you today? Has all that smoking somehow gone to your brain?”

Right. In all his reminiscing he zoned out and ended up staring at Xeno like a creep. Don’t get him wrong, it was a good view, but not one he wanted to find himself indulging in too often.

“No, that’s not it.” Stanley faced forward, a cigarette pulled from his pocket, which Xeno had no shame in scrunching his nose at. “It’s just been rough lately with our grades and all that crap.”

Xeno raised a skeptical brow. “Oh? Do you really think you can convince me you suddenly care for your grades? You never have before. Plus, you seem to be doing just fine in your academics.”

Stanley scrambled for another excuse quickly. “I know, I… y’know want to be able to keep up with you so we can stick close.”

To that Xeno blinked. “Keep up with me? This is unlike you. Of course, I would be happy for you if you really wanted to engage in more challenging academics, but I can’t help but get the feeling this is a bit more serious than that and you’re trying to dodge my questioning.”

“Don’t look too deep into it. I’ve been tired a lot lately, so I’m more down than usual.”

As they approached the school gates, Xeno pondered Stanley’s words in his head as if trying to figure out if it was a satisfactory enough answer. “I see… Then I’d recommend heading to bed earlier. If you have trouble falling asleep, I have some tips that could help.”

Stanley shook his head with a small smile. “Nah, I’m good. It’ll go away on its own.”

Xeno gave him a look, one that said he didn’t one hundred percent believe him. But regardless, he chose to let it go. “Very well, we’re all entitled to our own secrets. If it was something important, I’d trust you’d tell me.”

Under normal circumstances, he would. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of resentment at Xeno’s hypocrisy. His mind flashed to the day after he went missing. The feeling of betrayal and sadness when he found out Xeno’s parents had been fighting for months and Xeno never told him. “I would. And I’d trust you to do the same.” His tone held a hint of accusation that seemed to go unnoticed by the white haired boy.

“Mm,” he hummed.

“Actually…” Stanley started as they passed by other students which began to separate into their little gossip groups. “How about you stay over at my house tonight?”

Xeno tilted his head, and an expression wondering if he was crazy. “Are you sure? Won’t your dad get mad?”

Shit, he’s right. It was November, wasn’t it? That meant his dad would still be around until the end of December… Back when he lived through this the first time, it was truly a blessing to him. His dad got a job that kept him at work in the evenings until after he’d leave for school. He also got business trips that had him gone a few weeks at a time too. But that hasn’t happened yet…

“Did I say my house? I meant yours.”

“You specifically asked me to stay over at your house.”

“Yeah, well…” Stanley looked around, anywhere but at Xeno. “English is hard, so…”

Luckily, Xeno seemed to believe that. “Then sure. But you can’t smoke in my house again. Do that outside, my couch still has the slight stench of tobacco from the last time I allowed you to indulge in that disgusting habit of yours.”

“Can do,” he said in a chuckle.

Suddenly Xeno stopped, Stanley stepped ahead of him a few before stopping with. He followed his pitying gaze to the bulletin board and tensed.

Surrounded by various school announcements and event posters, there was a missing poster. A girl a year older than them.

“How awful, I truly feel bad for the families of those poor girls.” Stanley hesitantly nodded in agreement. He saw sympathy in Xeno’s eyes, easy to miss over the overwhelming pity and disappointment. “Really, who could do such an awful thing? I simply cannot see the appeal in taking and ruining the lives as if they’re some sort of junk to be thrown away.”

Stanley fixated anywhere else. The mere sight of the poster made him nauseous. “Scary shit, huh…”

Though it went unspoken, Xeno agreed. “We should head to class. We wouldn’t want to be late. However, why you insisted we walk is still a mystery to me.” An underlying bite in his tone. Physical activity… Xeno’s worst enemy.

Stan’s eyes lingered on the poster while the other went ahead. “Yeah…”

The two boys finally made it to the front entrance. Stanley opened the door for Xeno, which he didn’t bat an eye at, then the bell rang. It was louder than he remembered, unfortunately. And he also just realized he has no idea what class he has right now.

So like the lost puppy he was, he decided to follow behind Xeno. They went through halls, dodged other teens and their bio, and traveled up the stairs in silence. “Stanley.”

“Yeah?” They stopped in front of a classroom.

“You do know your class is on the other side of the school, right?” Shit.

“I do,” he replied.

“Then why are you following me?” he questioned, deadpan.

Stanley tsked his teeth and took a dramatic step back. “What, I can’t walk you to class?”

“You can, but you know you’re gonna be late now.”

Not like he would’ve made it anyway, he didn’t remember his schedule at all. “Yeah, but it’s worth it if I get to be with you a bit longer.”

That seemed to catch Xeno off guard, causing him to turn around sharply to hide his face which was now a slight shade more red. “That’s very sweet and all, Stan, but you really should get going now. You might be able to make it if you’re quick.” There was no chance he could, but instead of teasing Xeno more, he chose to listen.

It didn’t take him five steps from Xeno’s classroom door before a pit formed in his stomach.

Now with Xeno out of his sight, he wasn’t sure if he was one hundred percent safe. He knew he was being irrational, Xeno still had about three months before he would be in danger. But that wouldn’t stop Stanley’s anxiety from making up scenarios. What if him acting differently makes it so Xeno gets attacked sooner? What if he was still dreaming? Without Xeno in front of him, he felt so unsure and lost.

He swore to himself the moment he saw Xeno again that he would protect him at all costs, but what if he fails?

Against his better judgement, he found himself turning back around and waltzing right back up to his classroom. Seriously, what was he doing? As Xeno would say, this was illogical and wouldn’t accomplish anything.

But still, he just wanted to look at him again.

So he did. He peeked through the doors small window and scanned the classroom, he found Xeno almost instantly. He had English first thing in the morning, which really sucked. Stan would hate that. Though he knew with all the high-level classes Xeno took, there could be no good class in the morning.

He swore he did way too much sometimes. Not that he thought Xeno couldn’t do it. He could, masterfully so, he just worried about him sometimes. What if he works too hard one day and it catches up to him?

Xeno always loved a good challenge, but sometimes he tried to defy his limits too much.

Once he realized some of the other students, Xeno not included, noticed him gawking, he decided now would probably be a good time to head to class. The tardy bell had rang a few minutes ago.

Eventually, though it was difficult, he was able to scour his memory well enough to know which classroom to arrive fashionably late to.

He also had a shitty class in the morning—social studies. It was an easy class, but first thing in the morning? That was his sleeping class, one of the few things Stanley recalled from high school.

All the students turned their heads in sync when Stanley entered. It was kinda funny. But the teacher on the other hand did not look amused. He was much taller than he gave him credit for. Easy to get intimidated by.

Not to Stanley though. “I see you’ve finally decided to join us, Snyder.”

Ooh, a last name too? He forgot how old school the fossil was. “Sup.” The old man did not respond. “Hey, did you do something different with your mustache today? Looks good, Mr. ‘stache.” he said as he walked to what he was pretty sure his seat was.

“Such blatant disrespect, you’re lucky I don’t send you to detention. And that’s Mr. Ib—oh, forget it. You never listen anyway. You’re just going to sleep through class again like you always do–” and Stanley already tuned him out.

Being back at school was so surreal. He certainly didn’t miss it.

He had forgotten about the constant nagging, stares from snot-nosed brats, and how bad the getting up early part was.

Because who decided that someone should be awake so early in the morning? Ugh, he was so tired. But he couldn’t fall asleep either. All these kids were so distant to him right now. Like they weren’t even in the same room or even dimension.

His eyes catch on to one of the boys sitting nearby him. He swore he recognized him from somewhere… and not just as a classmate. Though a boy like that would be hard to miss, he stood out in a crowd with his odd appearance. Not like it looked bad per say… didn’t he see him in the news?

Oh, that’s right! He didn’t pay attention to much of anything after Xeno died, but he did see something about him going missing. Freaky.

It was such a strange feeling to know things no one else did. To be so… aware.

He wanted to see Xeno again, this lecture was dragging on too long.

•••

“Make yourself at home. My father won’t be home until later and my mother is making dinner. So try to be civilized at least until she brings us dinner.”

Stanley tossed his backpack on the floor next to Xeno’s bed, which got an annoyed look from Xeno, and sat on the soft mattress. Way comfier than the one in his cheap apartment. “Aw, and here I was about to run around your room in an animal skin. You always ruin the fun.”

“I don’t recall asking for your input.”

“See?”

Xeno sighed in defeat, neatly pulling out a notebook from his backpack. When Stanley tried to peer over his shoulder, he slapped it shut.

“What’s that?” Stanley asked.

Xeno put the notebook in his desk drawer. “Just something I started working on today when I had freetime.”

“What is it though?”

Xeno’s lips curved into a smile, finally looking back at Stanley. “Oh, only a little side project of mine. I’ll show it to you later, but not today.”

Stan clicked his teeth with disappointment and slumped back onto the bed. “Boo.”

“You’ll like it, just be patient.”

“Fine. By the way, you should let me stay over tomorrow night too. And the night after.” Stanley remarked, his mind elsewhere.

Xeno sat beside him, cocking his head to the side. “...Why is that? You can, but I’m curious.”

Stanley shifted and met his calculating stare. “Why not? It wouldn’t hurt if we stuck together. Plus your house is better than mine. Your bed too.”

A few beats of quiet. “Stan,” his voice was more serious. “Is this about that serial killer?” When Stanley didn’t reply, he frowned. “Are you worried for my safety? If so, it’s highly unlikely the killer even knows I exist, so you shouldn’t worry yourself.”

“But still possible.” Stan clenched his teeth. He stared at the ceiling, comfortable with Xeno in his peripherals. His vision was taken over by him completely when he leaned over him.

“All the previous victims have been women, it’s practically impossible for either of us to become a victim.”

“I know, okay?” he didn’t mean to snap. “I know, but—it’s still possible, you know? I don’t want to take any chances.”

Xeno could get where Stanley was coming from, but he seemed to be a little paranoid. It was preposterous. “I never realized how much this situation scared you, Stan…” he muttered. “But I promise you that no one is after me.”

A few minutes pass, the awkward atmosphere was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“I know I’m being a little ridiculous, but… indulge me a little, won’t you?” it was asked in such a small and vulnerable tone, it was almost a plea. How could Xeno ever say no to those gorgeous honey glazed brown eyes that looked like gold when the sun shined upon them?

Somewhere in their back and forth, their hands held onto each other. Neither knew which initiated it. “Okay. You’re always welcomed here, so if you really want to stay with me until you’re sure I’m in no danger… you can.”

“Thanks, Xe.” He gently brushed a white strand of hair out of the other’s face with a gentle smile.

Xeno didn’t bother trying to hide his embarrassment this time. Why would he when Stanley is being far more ridiculous? Although, in the back of his mind, somewhere in his subconscious, he couldn’t help but get the feeling that Stanley knew more than he let on…

“You’re welcome.”

Chapter Text

He bolted out of the classroom the moment the lunch bell rang. After four days of sitting through crap he didn’t care about, it was finally Friday.

Stanley’s created a little routine for himself, which wasn’t really new for Xeno, but something Stanley had to refamiliarize himself with. Between each passing period and all throughout lunch, even when Xeno spent it in the science lab instead, Stanley clinged to him.

Xeno, though he noticed the sudden increase in how close Stan stuck to him, ignored him to the best of his abilities. Not to be rude or because he was annoyed by Stan’s presence, but simply that when he was focused, nothing could break his concentration. And Stanley was content with just being in the same room as him.

Watching him work, putting some machine together or combining different chemicals to make a new substance—it was mesmerizing. When Xeno was in his element, Stan could never bring himself to tear his gaze away.

He’d always made him soft in a way no one else could.

“You’re hovering,” Xeno said without looking back. He pickled up one of his flasks and set it aside.

“Yeah, so? It’s gotta be something interesting if it’s worth skipping lunch over.”

Xeno raised his head to stare back at him with an unimpressed look. “Is that so? Do you even know what I’m doing?”

“No, but it looks cool enough.” Stanley rested his head on Xeno’s shoulder thoughtlessly. Being able to touch him again like this, no words can describe how happy it made him. Though for Xeno, he was having trouble hiding how the sudden closeness of this new touchy Stan flustered him.

“I’m afraid that’s not a good enough reason to be this unnecessarily close. You could make me knock something over.”

“Psh,” Stanley backed off, giving him a dejected look. He sat in a nearby chair, still choosing to be a leg’s length away from Xeno. With nothing else to do, and a grumbling stomach, he unzipped his backpack.

“I surely hope you don’t plan on eating in here.” Stanley froze. “You know there’s a no eating policy in the science lab.”

Putting back in the granola bar he had halfway pulled out of his bag, he shifted in his seat. “But I’m hungry.”

“Then you’ll have to eat elsewhere.”

“You should come with me,” Stanley stood up and took a step forward.

Xeno merely shook his head and directed his focus back to the chemicals in the counter. “I’m a bit preoccupied right now.”

“Xeno—” Stanley spoke sharply, almost with a frustration that made Xeno halt. “Don’t you think you’ve been at it long enough? You only ate lunch one day this week. Come be social and eat something,” a pause, “just this once.”

Xeno furrowed his brows, like he was trying to read directly into his mind. “I’m not sure what’s been wrong with you recently. But… alright.” Slowly, he began to clean up his space.

With a satisfied grin on his face, Stanley stepped outside of the lab and leaned against the wall.

Students walked by in singles and groups to which he paid no attention. A few minutes later, Xeno walked out with his backpack Stan quickly took for him. “What took you so long?” he asked.

Xeno straightened out his purple tie responding matter-of-factly, “Mr. Nolan wanted to talk to me about an assignment. He wants me to help out some of the other students.”

“Who’s that again?”

Xeno gave him a weird look. “Our chemistry teacher.” Amusement crossed his features. “Don’t tell me you can’t even bother with learning the names of your teachers.”

Stanley blinked. “I forgot, can you blame me? The dude always speaks in such big words without bothering to explain any of it. Kind of defeats the purpose of being a teacher.”

“While I do agree that Mr. Nolan’s methods are insufficient and he should spend less time being so sociable, he knows his stuff. Perhaps if students were to study more, they wouldn’t struggle so much.”

Stanley couldn’t argue with that. “Yeah, but he gets off topic so much. He went on about this time he got stuck in a raft and I almost fell asleep by the end of it.”

“In your class maybe, but he stays on track most of the time in mine.”

“Wow, your class must love you for that.” Stan readjusted the bags on his back, pulling them up from falling.

“Naturally,” Xeno smirked with an evil glint in his eye. “But if you plan on enlisting in the military, I think you should start getting better at remembering names.”

The sudden reminder caused him to still. That’s right, he did decide he’d plan to join the Marines after graduation. And he did. But things were a lot different then than now. Xeno wasn’t by his side and his original purpose for joining was lost to him. Now those memories just brought up painful memories.

“Yeah… I don’t know about that.”

Xeno made it a few steps ahead of him before stopping. Stanley’s not sure if he’s ever seen Xeno with such a baffled expression on his face before. Who knew there were more sides to him he didn’t already know. “Are you saying you changed your mind…?”

“Maybe.”

The scientist backtracked to stand right before Stanley. “But you seemed so dead set on it. Is there something that caused you to change your mind—?” His voice fell off when a boy walking too close shoved Xeno aside and into Stanley.

“Watch it, nerd.” he spat with a very punchable-looking face.

“How about you watch where you’re going?” Stan stepped in front of Xeno with a cast shadow over his face. He easily towered over, what was it—Ryan? His voice was low and intimidating, with threatening undertones in the way he gritted his teeth.

And it wasn’t just for show either, he was genuinely pissed off. Who did this guy think he was just pushing Xeno like that?! Not only could he have possibly hurt him, but it was downright disrespectful. Kids like Ryan really needed to learn how to treat people above him. Ryan was nothing special, a brainless jock whose closet door was glass.

“Woah, who shit in your cereal this morning?” Even though he tried to cover up his discomfort, the way he backed up gave him away clearly.

Xeno hadn’t said a word from behind him.

“Not much of a tough guy without your precious Mozu to protect you, huh?” The kid flinched when Stanley suddenly moved his hand up to fix his hair. Purposely, of course.

“Listen, I’m sorry, man…” Ryan shriveled into himself.

“Apologize to him.” He gestured to Xeno who watched the scene with slight bewilderment and a vast enjoyment.

Ryan avoids eye contact as if it’ll cover how apparent his humiliation is. “Xeno, uhm…”

Stanley kicked his foot harshly. “Eye contact,” he demanded.

The jock winced, from either the kick or the sharp cut of Stanley’s voice. Ryan stared into the void of Xeno’s eyes while they stared back, almost right into the kid’s soul. “I’m really sorry for bumping into you…”

“Good.” He instinctively reached into his pocket for a cigarette, which wasn’t there. So instead, he put his hand on the kid’s shoulder, giving it a small firm squeeze before nudging him forward. “Now move along.”

The coward quickly scurried away.

When he finally looked back at Xeno, what reflected back was calculating, deep thought. And also a look of satisfaction. “Thank you, but I could’ve handled him.”

Stan patted Xeno on the back, resuming their venture to the cafeteria. “I know, but what can I say? Dude pissed me off, treating you like that…”

Xeno hummed as a response.

The cafeteria was smaller than what Stanley had pictured in his mind. Back in high school, he rarely ever spent time in it, so it made sense. Usually, he was with Xeno, who either was busy on a science experiment or eating somewhere else.

Couldn’t blame him either, the room was loud. But he did promise a certain someone that he’d stop by at some point this week.

“Hey, over here!” The booming voice of a familiar bald head rang out from across the room.

Xeno visibly cringed at the unwanted attention. They sat across from the man and their other friend—Charlotte. “Brody, what’s up?” Stanley greeted casually.

“Nothing much, just got assigned a new project in one of my classes.” Brody replied.

Charlotte let out a long sigh. “Ugh, I got assigned a project too! And it’s literally so boring. I don’t get why teachers think they’re a good idea. She said it was gonna be a fun project too.” The junior girl whined.

Brody, the only senior out of the four of them, laughed. “You’ll be fine. The sooner you get it done, the sooner you won’t have to think about it.”

“Yeah, I know… but every time I sit down, I end up spending hours on my phone instead.”

“It sounds like your issue is a lack of self-discipline.” Xeno didn’t spare her a glance.

Stanley has had his fair share of shitty projects, but he’s never had any issue with them when Xeno was around to force him to do them and helped when needed. Sometimes Stanley pretended to struggle, just to have Xeno hovering over his shoulder. Close, and warm.

Charlotte groaned with annoyance, pulling her phone out of her pocket. “Mr. Natri’s class is literally the worst. Even worse than Ms. Sterling!”

“Hey, Ms. Sterling is nice.” Brody defended in a lighthearted tone.

“Yeah,” Stanley agreed. “You’re just bad at English. Be glad you don’t have Mr. mustache.”

Charlotte winced at the thought. “You’re right, that guy is creepy. He’s wrinkly too!” then she halted as if a realization hit her. "Hey, you have no room to talk! You have good grades because Xeno helps you."

"So? Have you ever figured that maybe I'm not stupid?"

Charlotte scoffed, flicking her blonde hair behind her. "Whatever, and what's with you being so attached to him all the sudden anyway?"

Stan didn't know what to reply with. He's been so focused on protecting Xeno, he never considered how it could look from the outside. It seems even he wasn't immune to the observational skills of others. "She's right, I haven't seen you away from him at all this week. Whenever Xeno's around, you're there too."

"None of your damn business," he didn't bother with an excuse. "Weren't we just talking about how much Mr. 'stache sucks?"

Fortunately, Charlotte seemed to let it go. "Yeah, you're right. I should be feeling bad for you and Xeno. I think I'd cry if I ever got into his class."

“Got that right. I had him last year, got the chills. But if you ask me, Mr. Akatsuki is worse.” Brody took a large bite from an apple, voice muffling near the end.

“I’d have to disagree.” Xeno chimed in. “He can be harsh and cold, but at least he actually teaches. I’d have to agree with Stanley that the history teacher is far worse. I’ve even caught him staring at some of the other girls.”

Charlotte squealed in utter horror. “Oh, that’s so gross. I’m so glad I don’t have his class. My friend told me that she thought he was hitting on her once!” she recalled before speaking in a low, mocking voice. “Hold on… ‘Ms. Wright, I must say your grades are quite impressive, perhaps you’d be interested in meeting outside of school to talk about them’ or something like that.”

“Pass along my sincerest condolences.” Xeno said in a pitiful tone.

“I mean, at least Mr. Akatsuki is hot, so his class isn’t that bad.” She leaned in closer. “I heard that one of the gymnasts from the gymnastics club has a crush on him!”

Now Stanley was remembering just how much of a gossip girl Charlotte was and why he didn’t eat lunch with her often.

”On a positive note, I ended up enlisting.” Brody brought up.

Charlotte’s mouth fell open, forming an ‘o’, then she smiled happily. “Good for you! Have you figured out what you’ll do after?”

Brody regrettably shook his head. “Nah, still figuring it out.”

She clicked her tongue bore sky in the silence that followed, then cast a small glimpse at Stanley. “You said you were going to enlist in the military too, right?”

”Actually—“ Xeno chimed in, “Stanley tells me that he may not go.”

Both the other teens’ eyes went so wide, Stan worried their eyes would fall out of their sockets. Not a good visual. “What! But you were so sure! What changed your mind?”

Brody put his hands on the table, eyes visuals through his dark lenses. “Damn, never thought I’d see the day you’d change your mind on something.”

Stanley remained nonchalant in his answer. “Just been thinking about it more, don’t know if that’s really for me.”

”Hey, I get that. Whatever you decide to do, you have my support.” And now Stanley felt really bad for how much of an asshole he’s been to Brody the last couple years… Taking his issues out on others, could he be more narcissistic?

Charlotte, oblivious to his inner turmoil, jumped right into her next conversation topic. Stanley was left to his mind alone, in a stormy ocean of thoughts.

They spent another twenty minutes chatting away, Xeno eating quietly and only chiming in occasionally. But all in all, it was nice. Brought him a sense of comfort and nostalgia he thought he forgot about.

At twelve ‘o five on the dot, the bell rang and they all headed to their respective classes. Stanley was almost late again since he walked Xeno to his class. At least their next class was together.

Classes flew by, they usually did on Fridays when the day didn’t drag on insufferably.

Since they saw those missing posters on Monday, they’ve been removed. The body of the girl was found yesterday. Seeing them vanish overnight was eerie and kept Stanley on his toes.

“Let’s stop by the convenience store,” Stan said, walking beside Xeno on the way home. “I’m thirsty.”

“You have water at home,” Xeno replied despite changing direction to the store.

It was already starting to get dark, so he preferred to be quick. “I want a coke. Do you want anything?” entering the store, a small beep.

The cashier was thankfully different from the one they robbed years ago, so he didn’t bat an eye at their entry. “I’d be perfectly content with a bottle of water. Just don’t get Dasani.”

“You got it,” Stan left Xeno near the front, trekking towards the back of the store.

First, he grabbed a bottle of water for Xeno, then went to the other side of the fridges where the soda was. But as he got there, something in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

An anxious spike went through him.

He glanced cautiously out the window. Across the street from the store was a man, it was hard to make out his figure. He was wearing a hood and staring right at him, and Stan could’ve sworn he saw a smile on the man’s lips despite the distance and casted shadow.

The man stayed hidden in the shadows with intent, neither broke eye contact. Then he turned his head slowly towards the front. Towards…

Xeno.

With haste, he rushed back to the front of the store where Xeno was still waiting for him. Xeno’s alarmed expression is what made him break out of the fast jog he hadn’t realized he broke into. “Stan, what’s wrong?” He scanned his hands. “Didn’t you say you wanted a soda?”

When Stanley snapped his gaze back outside where the man was standing, he was gone.

“Hm… oh, yeah. I did. Why don’t you help me pick one?”

Xeno raised a suspicious brow. “I don’t think picking a bottle of soda is something you need my assistance with.”

“Please, c’mon.” Stanley eagerly nudged Xeno closer to himself. “There’s some new flavors.”

Flashing an exasperated look at him, Xeno gave a defeated sigh. “Very well…”

Stanley honestly didn’t care which he chose, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible. And thankfully, Xeno was quick in his decision making, suggesting the cherry coke for him. Stan would’ve accepted anything Xeno chose as long as it meant he could shake off this sickening feeling gnawing at him.

He felt like they were still being watched, but couldn’t pinpoint from where.

After paying, they left the store. Stanley didn’t let Xeno get no more than an inch away from him, and stayed alert until they finally got home.

Even in the safety of Xeno’s bedroom, that feeling didn’t go away.

Chapter Text

With Xeno a few feet away from him on the bed, Stanley was playing solitaire on his phone, bored out of his mind.

Seriously, all the default cards were red and the one he needed was under the third one on top—which he couldn’t use. This is why you could only play this game when you need your mind to just be blank for a while.

Though after five rounds and only winning one, all it was doing was making him mad.

It’s been about a month since Stanley’s woken up in the past—his new present. It was only now he was finally letting the new reality and that he could relax without worrying about waking up in a world where Xeno wasn’t there.

After he saw that man outside of the convenience store, he hadn't slept in his own bed. He practically lived with Xeno, and it was getting harder to quell the other’s suspicion. Sure, he knew Stanley was worried about the killer and wanted to keep an eye on him, but the way he went about it had Xeno analyzing his every move with those calculating eyes Stan loved so much.

But when directed at himself, it had him on edge.

Stanley started driving them to school like he already did regularly before that week. Seeing that man took away any desire to enjoy a simple walk to school with Xeno.

Now was a Sunday, one of the more dreaded days of the week, and both of them were idling in Xeno’s room. Which he probably would’ve been doing anyway. Since it was December now, it was getting colder, and if Stanley recalled correctly, the heater in his house was broken.

He tossed his phone to the side and crept higher up the bed, laying next to Xeno to peer over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Going over event details. There’s a STEM tournament coming up December 17th and I will be going.”

“Oh, where?”

“Just in the next town over.” Stanley furrowed his brows. “We’ll be leaving early in the morning and returning shortly after school ends.”

Xeno. Gone. In another town. All day.

Away from Stanley.

Stanley had trouble controlling the frown that pulled at his lips. “Do you really need to? I’m sure there’s nothing there you haven’t already done or known.”

Xeno turned off his phone and finally met Stanley’s insistent gaze. “I suppose you could be right, but I still intend on going. This could have some opportunities and I feel it’ll be fun.”

Stan slumped down, laying completely on his back and staring at the ceiling. “But what about me? You’re really gonna leave me alone for a whole day?”

Xeno came into view, his expression unfazed. “You’ll be fine for a few hours without me, you’re not a dog needing affection every five minutes.”

Stanley sat up. What else could he say? Xeno was a stubborn person, when his mind was set on something it’s nearly impossible to make him give it up. Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t want to make Xeno pass on something he’ll love, but how can he stay calm not having Xeno next to him? If Xeno would be in another town, Stanley would be unable to protect him.

He didn’t care about anything else. Not his grades, his dad, or even his future. The only thing he cared about was Xeno.

“Is there nothing I can do to convince you to stay?” Stanley questioned in a huff.

“I’m afraid not, my dear Stan.” Xeno gently started to brush blonde strands of hair out of Stanley’s face, slowly with careful precision. “Do you really think that killer will somehow reach me at a STEM tournament in another town? It’ll be fine, Stan. I’ll find you the moment I get back.”

“Fine…” Stanley admitted defeat. “Then I’ll go too.”

“Pardon?” Xeno jolted back, eyes instantly going wide at his declaration. “What do you mean you’ll go too? To the STEM tournament?”

“That’s what I said, wasn’t it?”

Xeno’s face was the embodiment of flabbergasted shock. Almost as if Stanley just spoke in an ancient foreign language. Actually, his face sort of resembled one a person would have after witnessing a murder. Which Stanley had to admit, was a little dramatic. Was it really that crazy of a thought?

“Do you even know what you’re saying right now?” Stanley must’ve gone insane is what Xeno was thinking. There was no way this was the same laid-back Stanley that deemed two out of his six classes “sleep classes”. He understood that Stanley wanted to act as some sort of bodyguard as ridiculous as it sounded, but this? It was so unlike him… Too unlike him.

And why was he acting like it was the most normal thing in the world?!

“Yeah. How else am I gonna keep an eye on you?”

Xeno let out a long sigh. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit clingy? And paranoid. Honestly, to my knowledge you have no reason to be this persistent. There has to be a reason for it…” he watched him with intent for a reaction.

Which Stanley didn’t give. He was in the military long enough to perfect his stone-cold face. Then again, it was already good even before joining. He had his dear old man to thank for that. Okay, so a STEM tournament sounded boring as hell, but really, what else is he supposed to do?

“Am I not allowed to worry about you sometimes? Plus, maybe I’m interested. I did say I wasn’t sure about the military thing, didn’t I?”

Xeno nodded in agreement. “I suppose you’re right… Still, I will figure out what it is you’re trying to hide,” his tone dropped, conveying the seriousness in his sentiment.

Stanley shook his head with a light chuckle. “No clue what you’re talking about.”

•••

He expected this, but that didn’t make it any more enjoyable.

Naturally, after Stanley’s confident declaration that he would attend the STEM tournament with Xeno, and since he basically lived with him now, he was forced into studying by him.

Over things Xeno insisted he needed to know, but did he really need to know all of this? He’s pretty sure Xeno just wanted an excuse to make Stanley study some of the things he liked. Which Stanley wasn’t so mad about. If it makes him happy, he’ll sit through hours of rants.

But he also found it very difficult to focus with the way the sunlight streaming through the window hit Xeno perfectly. It lit his pale skin delicately, and made his hair shine like silver. It even reflected a bit on his midnight eyes, like stars. Xeno looked gorgeous.

“Stanley, please pay attention—what are you looking at?” he glanced behind himself cluelessly, trying to follow his gaze.

Stanley blinked and awkwardly cleared his throat. “Sorry, I guess I was just too mesmerized by your beauty.”

“You really just said that.” Xeno said, deadpan.

“Yep, regretted it as soon as I said it,” but probably not as much as he should.

A small snicker escaped the scientist. “You can’t flirt your way out of studying, Stanley. If you insist on joining me, you should know these things.”

“Ah, should. So I don’t need to. I doubt I’ll need all of this,” he gestures to the papers covering the bed space between them.

“Some extra knowledge couldn’t hurt. It’ll do you good.”

Stanley let out an exaggerated sigh. “Of course. You think we could take a break though? I’m getting hungry.”

Xeno tilted his head with a sarcastic questioning look. “We haven’t been studying for long.”

He leaned forward, which alerted Xeno and caused him to shift his body. “Isn’t there something I could do?”

“You could study,” he answered, a smug smirk flickering through him.

“Or maybe…” Stanley inched closer to him, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I could…” Xeno caught onto his plotted gleam and backed away while Stanley casually moved the papers out of the way.

“What are you doing—” Xeno’s words fell off into a sharp scream when Stanley tackled him to the bed, going right for his weak spots. “AH—! STAN, STOP!” he laughed painfully while Stanley tickled him.

“Not until you let us take a break,” he affirmed.

Stanley moved up to his neck. “This isn’t fair!” Xeno flailed his arms in a futile attempt to push him off despite knowing he couldn’t.

Stanley thought it was cute how Xeno was trying to hide his laughter. Tickling had to probably be one of the worst forms of torture out there. He’ll crack.

“Fine!” it came out wonky due to the uncontrollable laughter, but luckily for him, Stan caught it. In a swift motion, Stanley moved off of Xeno and the bed towards the door, opening it and waiting for Xeno to join him. Xeno on the other hand, still seemed to be trying to recover from the sudden attack.

“Stanley Snyder.” Oh, he was not happy. “How dare you.”

He feigned an innocent smile, opening the door wider. “Hm, you say something?”

Xeno hopped the bed and stood in front of him in a few strides. “We haven’t done that since we were children. You cheater.”

“Let’s just get something to eat and we’ll study all you want.”

“Do not try to brush this off!” Seems Xeno’s dignity took a hit, not Stanley’s intention. “Mark my words, you’ll get your retribution,” he mumbled, shuffling past Stan while crossing his arms.

“Maybe I should’ve thought that through…” to himself.

And adding to Xeno’s irritation, they ended up not studying again that night. After eating, Stanley ended up talking Xeno into watching a movie before heading upstairs. After one movie, it turned into another, then two turned into more. Strangely enough, Xeno’s parents haven’t been around often.

Perhaps for the best.

Xeno ended up falling asleep on the couch and fell into Stanley’s lap. He let him stay there until the film was over and carried him back up to his bed.

•••

Mondays were the worst. It was once again official, he did not like school. It took hours of his time he wouldn’t get back.

If he couldn’t stick by Xeno throughout the day, what was the point of it?

The classes were easy and a ton of the other kids, most of them, were entitled and apathetic. Not to mention, who even decided school should be so early in the morning? It was ridiculous. And, why so many classes a day? Sure since he was a junior, it was no longer seven, but it still was just excessive.

Oh well, now that it was over, he and Xeno could head home.

At least he had a good view when studying with him. He made it clear during lunch that he wouldn’t be playing around today. Unfortunate, but he understood the need of wanting to ensure Stan did good. Whether for him, himself, or the both of them.

A price to pay for convincing Xeno to leave early with him and skip his science club.

Stanley leaned against his car, his legs were starting to get tired under him. He checked the time for the umpteenth time in the past five minutes.

He didn’t understand, Xeno should’ve been here by now. He wasn’t one to get late.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, his palms felt sweaty. Why was Xeno late? He was probably fine. Maybe he just got busy with something last minute, nothing to worry about.

Another few minutes.

What if something happened to him? God, what is Stanley doing standing around for?! He got too comfortable! Why did he think leaving Xeno alone was a good idea?

Panic circled around his brain, rising with each possible scenario that played out in his head, until he felt a light tap on his shoulder. “Stan, what’s wrong? You seem rather pale.”

“Xeno!” he cried, grabbing onto him in a jolt.

“Forgive me for being late…” Xeno genuinely sounded guilty, “I was supposed to tutor Liam today, so I had to let Mr. Nolan and him know it was canceled. We ended up speaking longer than intended. It wasn’t until Liam showed up I realized what time it was. I came here as soon as I could after apologizing to him.”

He stood completely still for several moments as the words sank in. “Okay…” muttered. “Yeah, I figured it was something like that” in a cool tone.

“Maybe we should skip on the studying today, you should rest—”

“No, I’m fine!” he snapped without meaning to. When he realized he did, his shoulder slumped in a dejected manner. “Sorry, I guess I’m just eager to go home. It’s been a long day.”

The white haired boy’s concern was evident. It was starting to become a sight Stanley hated. Feeling the equivalent of flinching at every slight sound, it was so utterly degrading. He’s never been so weak before, so humiliated. But most of all, he’s never felt this terrified.

For a moment, just a second, a small part of him genuinely believed Xeno might’ve left him again.

They didn’t say a word to each other until halfway through the car ride.

•••

The study sessions went along nicely for the following week. They usually lasted about an hour before Stan would inevitably clock out mentally.

Xeno’s voice being the one instructing him was the only thing getting the actual information in his head. He wondered what the other would think if he knew that. Maybe that it was weird or shrug it off as he usually did with things so insignificant.

After that little scare, Stanley tracked Xeno down personally when classes were over instead of waiting by the car like Xeno suggested. Nope, sorry. Not happening. They could be hidden away in the safest bunker in the world for all he cared, he won’t let him out of his sight if he can help it.

They were on their way to the front entrance, Stanley holding both their bags, to go home for more fantastical, super cool, not boring at all studying when a girl stepped in front of them all the sudden, halting them in their tracks.

“Hi! Xeno and Stanley, right? I heard you two were going to the STEM tournament and that you’re super smart.” The girl greeted them with a kind smile. There was something about her face that looked familiar. Her pink hair certainly stood out, but there were a couple other girls at their school just like it, so it couldn’t be that…

“Yes, that’s correct. Might I inquire as to who’s asking?” Xeno also seemed to be trying to figure her out.

She blinked, as if realizing she’d forgotten something. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t tell you my name.” But she had a look on her face that told them they should’ve already known it. “I’m Luna, nice to meet you.”

Luna… Luna Wright.

Stanley remembered her now, can’t believe he forgot. After all, Charlotte forced him to help her make a ton of missing posters for Luna after she went missing.

But he had to be the one to take down the posters by himself when she was found dead.

Luna Wright was one of the popular girls at their school and comes from a rich family. What could she want from the two of them anyway? “I’ve been having trouble lately and was wondering if I could study with you two? I overheard you guys talking about it in Mr. Akatsuki’s.”

He should say no. This girl had nothing to do with them and he didn’t know anything about her. Couldn’t care less for her. His singular priority was Xeno.

But if he was remembering correctly… The day of the tournament was also the day she vanished.

“Sorry, but we—”

“Sure, why not?” Stanley cut Xeno off. Goddamn him and his stupid nosy self. He wasn’t a hero, but damn… He knows that he’ll just feel guilty if he lets it happen knowing he could’ve done something as much as he couldn’t care less about her.

Xeno’s head snapped in his direction, almost betrayed even.

Luna seemed surprised with the answer as well, a moment later her face lit up. “Really? Thank you so much!”

And so, Luna tagged along with the two of them. She followed them to Stanley’s car and happily hopped in the backseat. She told them that she was going to make a quick phone call soon after he started driving, so they stayed quiet for a few minutes until she was done updating her folks on where she was going.

After putting her phone away, she was quick to start casual conversation. Stanley went along with her ramblings only for the sake of being polite.

Xeno was oddly silent the whole way home, which set off some worry inside him.

“Yeah, so I’m planning on getting a cool high-paying job when I’m older, because I’m a capable gal y’know, so I thought this tournament would be a good opportunity for me!”

“Sounds like a solid plan.” She just doesn’t. Stop. Talking.

Luna laughed. “I know, right? And since I have good grades, I figured it’d be a breeze! But the closer it gets, the more nervous I get. So I thought, ‘maybe studying will do me some good’, but then every time I sat down to do it, I could NOT focus!”

“Yeah, it can be like that.”

“And!” She spoke in a louder tone, more exasperated. “Charlotte said she didn’t want to study with me, leaving me all to my lonesome! So I was like ‘well, what am I supposed to do now?’, but then I overheard you two talking about how you’ve been studying earlier and remembered that you guys are also really smart!”

“Mhm.”

“So thank you so much for letting me come along with you guys!” Luna leaned forward in her seat as if her voice wouldn’t carry through. So her voice was right in both of their ears.

A long exhale. Not from him, but from Xeno.

His own hands subconsciously gripped the steering wheel tighter, then he turned the corner into their neighborhood.

Xeno escaped from the car as soon as the car was parked. Luna, clueless as ever, hastily followed behind. Stan would smoke a cigarette before joining them, wondering if this was at all worth it.

•••

This was different from the other days. Because it wasn’t just the two of them with Luna taking up the majority of the tense atmosphere.

Xeno has been glaring at him for the past two hours.

He knew he wasn’t big on strangers, especially with said stranger being inside of his house. Unfortunately Stan’s mouth had a habit of moving before his thoughts could catch up, at this point he doesn’t know why he did it.

He tuned out during the first ten minutes while Xeno’s attempts of keeping to himself went unnoticed by Luna.

Stanley actually felt really bad about it. He tried to help with her persistent questions, but as they both knew, nothing he’d answer with would be as good as what Xeno could teach. Plus, half her questions were either ridiculous or very poorly worded.

It still felt uncharacteristic for him. Xeno disliked ignorance, but appreciated those with a willingness to learn. Not to mention, he has excellent control over his emotions.

And Xeno… was practically gritting his teeth right now.

Stanley’s been racking his brain trying to figure out why. Guilt continuously welled up inside him. More than it should. But seeing Xeno after so long, all he wanted was to keep him safe and make him happy. Seeing an emotion other than that, it made Stan feel like scum.

“Luna.”

Luna perked up at his voice. “Yeah, what’s up?”

Stanley gestured to his phone, showing her the time. “It’s getting a bit late, so you should head home.

“Oh, I’m fine!” She smiled. Stanley wanted to facepalm. “But I guess you’re right. I’ll have Carlos come pick me up.” Thankfully, she packed her things swiftly.

Ten minutes later, a car pulled up next to Xeno’s house and Luna bid them farewell. She told them she’d love to eat lunch with them sometime. Yeah right, Stanley thought.

Yet in his haste to get rid of her, he fucking agreed.

Neither of them stuck around to see her car drive away. After they were back inside the comfort of the scientist’s walls, Stanley attempted conversation. “Hey…”

“Hm…” Xeno hummed, eyes fixed on the floor in front of the door.

“Are you okay? I feel like you’re mad at me or something…”

“I’m not.”

Stanley highly doubted that somehow. “You sure? Because you were glaring—”

“I told you I’m fine, Stan. Honestly, I am doing perfectly alright. I just wish you would’ve asked me before letting that… girl over.” More words lingered on his tongue, left uncertain and unsaid.

“Yeah, sorry… I wasn’t thinking.”

“Clearly,” Xeno scoffed. “Did you know her before she approached us?”

Stanley shrugged absentmindedly. “Not really. I guess I was just being polite. She is Charlotte’s friend.” Excuses, it felt like that was all he spoke in lately.

“You. Polite?”

He flashed the other with an exaggerated offended look in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Ouch.” In response, Xeno’s expression softened.

“It’s just that you’ve never cared much about that sort of thing,” Xeno muttered. “Though compared how else you’ve been acting, why am I even surprised.”

“Don’t know,” Stan agreed. “Now, why don’t I order some food or something?”

Xeno nodded at the suggestion, topic successfully changed. As he started ordering, the scientist mumbled something to himself. Something Stanley never picked up on.

“Polite…”

Chapter Text

Somebody actually kill him. Sure, one could argue waking up thirty minutes earlier wasn’t the end of the world, but damn, he couldn’t keep his eyes open and Xeno wasn’t letting him close them.

“On your feet, Stan. I will not hesitate to dump freezing water on you.”

Yeah, that didn’t sound very great. Stanley finally opened his eyes and sat up. “Ugh, fine…”

Xeno shook his head with a sigh. “You’re the one that said you wanted to go with me. Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind after all that studying.”

“I’m comin’, give me a minute…”

“I’ve given you many,” Xeno retorted without missing a beat. “I’ll be waiting out in your car—”

“No,” Stanley cut him off, “I’ll be quick. Just stay inside and we’ll go out together.” And he was. Even after years in the military, Stan hated waking up in mornings, but he was speedy in getting ready.

In less than five minutes, they were out the door and in Stanley’s car.

“Hopefully Brody and Charlotte don’t miss us too much,” Stanley said inattentively. Xeno shrugged in a similar manner.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine.” Xeno checked his phone, then looked back forward. “I imagine they’ll miss Luna too much to notice our absence. She’s been getting along quite well ever since she started sitting with us…”

Stanley tapped the steering wheel awkwardly. “I mean, I guess. She does talk a lot, it’d be hard not to notice her gone.”

Xeno hummed in agreement.

He couldn’t help but get the feeling that something was bothering Xeno, he just couldn’t put his finger on it. It was making him anxious—did something happen? He really wished Xeno would tell him. What if someone bugged him or maybe… what if he was hiding something related to his murder?

Shit.

“Xeno, what’s wrong? Really, I’m getting a little worried,” he tried to say in a downplayed tone.

Xeno let out a humorless laugh. “You’re asking what’s wrong with me? How about you go first?” Stanley clenched his jaw. “Mm, no reply? I suppose you have nothing to say then, in which case I have nothing to say.”

Stanley spoke in a more serious voice. “It’s different…”

“Yes, well, I still don’t intend to tell you if you have nothing for me.” Xeno stood strongly in his statement, unfortunately for Stanley.

“I’m not joking around, Xeno. Something is wrong—”

“I’m not joking around either, Stanley!” obsidian eyes burned into him with visible hostility, his words snappy in the same way as when he was sleep deprived and just had another failed experiment. “You act as if I don’t worry about you simply because I don’t show my emotions so freely. And not only have you not told me what has been wrong with you this past month, but you also lied about it.”

Stanley went quiet, chest tightening with guilt. A sorrowful expression crossed his features.

Lying to Xeno was the literal worst. He felt like such an asshole, Xeno didn’t deserve to be lied to. Stanley had a straight stone-cold poker face, but not when it came to him. Because he never lies to Xeno. Hardly ever.

Why does he even bother, lying doesn’t even work on Xeno anyway. All it does is make Xeno suspicious and weary. And if you’re a person he trusts, you lose it.

Xeno’s life was in danger and he didn’t even know it! He couldn’t tell him either. How could he?

Would Xeno even believe him? He was a logical man at heart, so Stanley really didn’t know. Besides, if he did, wouldn’t all it do stress him out?

“So it seems neither of us will be sharing secrets today.”

The car was parked in the school parking lot. Buses were already ready and waiting for students. For a few moments, they were both still. Tense atmosphere thick enough it could be cut with a knife. “I’m sorry,” was all Stanley could mutter.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll figure it out myself,” with an underlying bite in his tone. “Now, let’s get to the buses, shall we? I believe it’ll be fun.”

•••

The buses became crowded quickly. All kinds of nerdy kids. Of course, none came even close to Xeno’s intellect or elegance.

There was a kid with glasses sitting on the ground on his computer. Another that apparently didn’t know what a tissue was. Gross. No one really stuck out except for—was that a leek? Actually, it didn’t matter.

But he did find it a little interesting seeing him talking to the kid with the odd appearance from history—the one set to go missing. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say the two were romantically involved with the way they were bidding farewell. That thought made him feel pity for the two.

Finding himself ready to hop on a bus to a STEM tournament with Xeno wasn’t something he ever thought would occur. Especially considering he went out of his way to avoid this kind of thing. But it was Xeno’s bread and butter. And seeing the sparks ripple in his eyes when observing him in his element was well worth the trip.

“Stanley, let’s go. The bus doors are open, we should get a decent spot. Somewhere near the front preferably.” Xeno spoke with a neutral expression, almost as if earlier didn’t happen.

Alright… if that’s what he wanted. “Sure.”

As Xeno requested, they chose a spot near the front. Xeno sat near the window while Stanley got the aisle seat. Stanley was so not looking forward to this… “Are you excited?”

Xeno happily nodded. “Yes! Are you?”

“Eh…”

“Sounds about right,” Xeno lowered his head with a smile. “I was really surprised when you told me you were coming too.”

Stanley didn’t expect it either at the time. It seems he’s developed a new habit of having his mouth move before his logic can catch up to it. “Guess I was feeling spontaneous.”

Xeno shamelessly rolled his eyes at that. “Sure you were. Well, whatever your reason, I’m glad you’re here with me.”

His gaze softened, not daring to look away from Xeno for even a moment. He was just… so gorgeous. He adored when Xeno looked at him with those eyes. In a bus of stinky teens, Xeno’s beauty and brilliance never faltered. Is this how Xeno looked to everyone else, he wondered?

“I wouldn’t have minded going alone, you coming along had never even crossed my mind. At first, it was hard to process, but the more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I think having you with me will make it that much more enjoyable.”

Shit, Xeno was trying to break him. Was this some kind of revenge?

“I’ll be sure to put you to work once we get there,” he smirked and Stanley didn’t doubt him.

Even though this wasn’t his thing, he was content as long as Xeno was.

“There you two are! I was hoping to run into you two. I don’t know anyone else going to this tournament, so I was super nervous I’d end up alone!” Luna made her entrance with a wave and sat in the seat beside them, almost bumping knees with Stanley.

“Stanley, I’m suddenly feeling a bit claustrophobic, would you mind switching seats with me?” Xeno pulled at his sleeve with a slight sense of urgency.

Wordlessly, Stanley stood up, allowing Xeno to scoot over and he sat by the window instead.

Luna watched the mutual exchange seemingly without a single transformative thought going through her head, her smile unfazed.

After a certain amount of minutes, the buses started to leave. And with that, Luna comfortably began to chat away for an even longer amount of minutes. With Xeno now being the one sitting closer to her, Stanley was feeling bad for him. Come to think of it, Xeno never got claustrophobic.

Her voice is a nuisance, Xeno noted. “Excuse me, Luna. While what you’re talking about is very interesting, would you mind shutting up?”

Stanley did a double take. Her mouth clamped shut. “Sorry?”

“You’re forgiven. I just prefer some peace and quiet. I have a bit of a headache, you see.”

Luna raised her chin, understanding coming to her. “Oh! Okay, sorry. Sometimes I get a little too talkative. Really sorry.”

She recoiled back into her seat, going on her phone instead. Satisfied, Xeno faced forward while Stanley observed with a both confused and amused gleam.

A short while later, a girl moved up to the front and tapped on Luna’s shoulder. They spoke openly. “Luna, hey!”

Luna gasped in an over dramatic way. “Oh my god, I didn’t know you were coming!”

“I saw you, so I wanted to say hi!” Luna grinned widely. “Also, did you hear? Mr. Nolan called in sick, so Mr. Ibara is coming as a sub.”

‘Mr. stache?’ Stanley listened closer.

“Aw, ew! Did I tell you about how that guy majorly hit on me a few weeks ago? Blegh!” She pretended to gag loudly. “Like literally, I think I almost threw up on him. And omg, why is he so wrinkly?!”

Seems Stan has himself a potential suspect…

He’ll need to stay on guard.

•••

Stanley needed to thank whichever god sent that random girl their way, because Luna was in another group, and for some reason, Xeno was in a much better mood because of it.

After thinking about it for most of the bus ride, he made up a “hypothesis” that Xeno’s dull mood could’ve been because of Luna.

Could it be that he didn’t like her? If so, Stanley had an urge to apologize for getting her involved with them. What he didn’t get was why he couldn’t seem to control his distaste for her.

Was it her voice? Unlikely. Personality? Maybe, but Charlotte acted like that and he had no issue with her. Her looks? Xeno didn’t care for that sort of thing.

Ugh, he can’t figure it out.

He couldn’t think clearly with the way creepy mustache Ibara kept analyzing the room like there was some sort of evil scenario playing out in his head. Mr. what’s-his-face-science-teacher wasn’t very good at his job, but at least he didn’t look like the embodiment of a mustache-twirling villain…

“Hey, Stanley. Do you plan on contributing or what?” that same leek from earlier called him out.

He scowled at the bossy tone, showing his teeth. “Who’re you?”

The kid let out an audible groan of annoyance. “Seriously? We’re in the same group and have a class together and you don’t know my name.”

“Not to be rude, but I’m not much of a names guy.” Stanley’s hand itched to reach into a pocket for a cigarette, but Xeno forced him to leave the box at home. It was pathetic how naked he felt without them.

Xeno returned with some equipment in tow. “Everything alright?”

“Just getting picked on by a vegetable.” He gestured toward him. “This is why I don’t eat my veggies.”

The kid clicked his tongue. “That’s because you’re not doing anything.”

The white haired boy looked between the two, who both stared back with an expression begging for his help. “I see you and Senku have gotten acquainted well.” What luck, Xeno knew him. Stanley had… such luck. “This is Senku Ishigami, he’s a freshman and moved here from Japan last year with a…” Xeno cast a brief glance at Senku. “Friend.”

“Guessing he’s in the science club?” Xeno nodded.

“I’m only bothering you because you’re not doing any work.”

Stanley… didn’t actually have a good counter for that. He wasn’t wrong. He was doing something, but then spaced out. And he doubted that excuse would work on Xeno. All he could do was hide his shame.

But surprisingly, Xeno didn’t try lecturing him. Instead, he took his hands and guided them. “That’s because Stanley here is a bit like a dog. You need to give him directions or he’s completely lost.”

Okay, he didn’t get it. Was he trying to defend him, insult him, or humiliate him?

All of the above…?

“It’s fine…” Senku sighed. “Can’t be helped.”

Oh, he better wipe that stupid ass mocking grin off that face. Senku didn’t ponder on him much longer and just went back to working as if completely unbothered. Xeno stood beside him and their conversation seemed to come along easily.

Stanley hated people who were arrogant and couldn’t back themselves up. He bet Senku would turn tail and run at the very idea of fighting. A very punchable face—

“Have either of you seen Luna?” One of the girls from another group came over, the one that sat with her on the bus.

Stanley shook his head. “Haven’t seen her.”

She frowned. “Mozu and I were working with her, then she said she was going to the bathroom. But she hasn’t come back yet. I hope it’s not because Mr. Ibara was making her uncomfortable with his weird staring.” Mr. Ibara, who was now staring directly at them.

Try to ignore…

Against his wishes, a pit formed in his stomach and his heartbeat increased. The knowledge that today was Luna’s last day rushed back to him.

He didn’t know what to do. In situations like these, he’d ask Xeno, but that wasn’t really an option. Xeno was occupied, disinterested in their conversation, but Stan could tell he was listening.

And at that moment, without warning, the lights went out. Everything was out.

Just complete black.

“Who turned the lights out?!” A girl yelped.

“The power’s out, dipshit,” a boy, a very rude boy, responded.

Shit. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit—!

Stanley’s legs carried him out of the room almost without a word. “Stan, are you leaving?!” Xeno shouted.

“Stay where you are!” He yelled back, booking it out of the room.

He couldn’t see where he was going, it was pitch black. All he knew is that he needed to get to that bathroom. If he remembered correctly, it was this way, then though here…

“Ow, watch it!” Oh, and avoid random people.

He didn’t bother mumbling an apology.

Finally, he reached the bathroom. He remembered the girls’ room being on the left… He felt his way inside along the wall, making his footsteps loud. “Hey, is anyone in here?!” he questioned.

No response.

“Luna! It’s me, Stanley. Are you in here?”

The power turned back on.

“Luna…?” he murmured again.

Silence.

“Stanley…?” a small voice whispered from the stall on the end. He immediately stood in front of it as it opened slowly and she stumbled out, shaken.

She didn’t look injured aside from the red bruise on her wrist… “Are you okay?”

The words were apparently enough to break her as she broke into a sob against Stanley’s chest. He wasn’t too keen on this, but wasn’t sure shoving her off would be a good idea. “I was so scared! I was just washing my hands when the power went out—and then a man came in here and tried to attack me!” she cried. “I locked myself in a stall and he kept banging on the door!”

“Did you get a good look at him?”

She shook her head. “It was dark, so I couldn’t see… I think he ran away after he heard you coming though.” Luna hid her face in her hands to sob more. “Thank you so much…”

“What happened?!” The girl from earlier entered the scene, followed by Xeno and Senku who both looked concerned.

“She was attacked,” he told them.

The girl gasped and took Luna into her arms to comfort her. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

A few seconds later, a couple teachers came in, one of them being Ibara. It was starting to get a little cramped in here… After Luna relayed the story, Stanley having to help a little bit, the police were called and Luna went home.

She ended up being okay.

That fact kept repeating in his head, over and over again. He almost didn’t believe it. Hope welled up inside him, a dangerous thing to allow, he knew that. If he hadn’t done anything, Luna would be gone now. But she wasn’t.

She was still here and she was safe, because Stanley didn’t do nothing.

He changed her fate.

It was possible. Stanley told himself on repeat. It’s possible to save someone. Unlike the movies where fate can’t be altered, he was actually able to make a difference. If he goes home and texts Charlotte to ask if Luna was okay, and she says yes… Stanley might actually cry.

This wasn’t just some dream and he wasn’t some spectator—this was reality.

And now he knows—he knows…!

It’s possible to save Xeno’s life.

He could save him, give him the life he deserves. The one that was taken. Stanley wouldn’t have to be an empty husk, if he knew Xeno was okay, he’d be content with just about any way his life would end up. If Xeno hated him one day for some reason? As long as he was alive. This wasn’t for himself anyway, it was for Xeno’s sake. He always told himself for the past two years that if was ever given the chance, he’d swap places with him.

Stanley doesn’t care what he has to do, now that he knows he can do it, he’ll do it. With Xeno walking next to him, he’ll kill anyone that tries to take him away.

For a moment, and only for a moment, he let his mind wander over the possibility of one day becoming more than friends with him. To wake up beside him every day, keep him from overworking himself, running his fingers through that soft silver hair… That was the dream right there.

Just a dream.

Until his life was no longer in danger.

They were now on their way back because Ibara (who put him in charge?) decided the tournament would continue. And he also demanded them to just keep this situation on the “down-low” as to not cause a panic. No one in the little cluster they were walking in said a word.

“How did you know?” Xeno broke the silence.

Stanley’s finger twitched. “Know what?”

“What would happen to her?” he specified as if Stanley didn’t know what he was talking about even though Xeno knew he clearly knew.

Stabley shrugged, playing the dumb card. “I just got worried, that’s all.”

“So much that you had to run?” he scoffed. “That’s why you let her study with us, isn’t it? Somehow, you knew this would happen… but how? Just what are you involved in, Stan?”

“I’m not involved in anything!” he snapped, garnering a glance from the teachers and Senku. “It was a coincidence. I… I overheard people saying earlier that they saw someone suspicious wandering around, so I just got worried. She’s from a pretty big family, you know…”

Xeno nodded, his expression dripping in doubt. “Right, right. No, I believe you,” he said sarcastically. “I must say, I’m getting more and more curious by the day.”

Stanley clenched his fists, his irritation was getting to him and he needed to get himself under control.

“At least now I know you only invited Luna to join us because of this and not for any other reason.”

He halted in the middle of a deep breath. “Huh? What’s that got to do with anything?”

Now it was Xeno’s turn to freeze. And burn too, he guessed, because his face was a few shades redder than before. A fever maybe? “Nothing, forget it. I’m just rambling to myself. I am glad she’s alright.”

“If you say so…”

To absolutely no one’s surprise, Xeno’s group won most awards. No thanks to himself, he mostly just did what Xeno ordered because that’s what he did.

He worried that the bus ride would be like how it was on the way there, but it was actually quite the contrary. Whatever parasite slipped into Xeno’s coffee this morning vanished, and he was back in a good mood again.

Xeno ranted on and on to him with that usual sparkle in his eye until they were off the bus. There he goes again, flipping emotions like a switch.

But, like the sucker he was, Stanley loved him for it.

Chapter Text

Soon after the tournament, winter break had begun, which meant Stanley was temporarily free from the torment of boring classes.

To add to that celebration, his dad also left on a business trip since he’s finally made it to the end of December. Seeing him again was not fun by any means, but avoiding him was easy enough. Since he left, they’ve been staying at Stanley’s house. Xeno also took the liberty in repairing the heater which would have costed more than Stanley could afford. And obviously his dad showed that he had no intention of getting it fixed.

Christmas went by just like any other day for Stanley, tha magic was lost to him years ago. And with how much his mind has been scrambling to come up with solutions for the whole situation, enjoying himself was almost out of the question.

But thankfully, Xeno gave him a good enough time that he could relax, just for a little bit.

Stanley stayed over with Xeno and his parents, and the tree was already set up. He doubted Xeno contributed. They didn’t stick around for long other than dinner. When morning came, they left immediately to gave their gifts to each other in the diner they usually went to.

To be honest, Stanley forgot about Christmas, so his gift was sort of last minute—the newest Final Fantasy game that came out that he knew Xeno hadn’t gotten yet.

Call it somewhat of a lazy gift knowing how much Xeno loved the series, but it was the only thing he could quickly get his hands on.

Xeno ended up giving him a purple lipstick he made himself.

And Stanley plans to wear it every day until there’s none left and Xeno makes him more, it was great. Xeno was great. Other than the little treats and knick-knacks they got each other, nothing else stood out much and the day passed.

January eventually rolled around—the coldest month of the year in Texas.

Infinitely grateful that Xeno fixed his heater and that he agreed to stay with him, he could finally take a breath of fresh air.

And the moment he stepped foot back onto campus, it was like the break never even happened. Go figure. When the two of them arrived at the table they usually sat at, Brody, Charlotte, and Luna were already there giving them smiley waves.

“Hey! It feels like it’s been so long since I’ve seen you guys!” Luna smiled.

Charlotte raised a brow at her. “We saw each other a lot during the break.”

“I mean other than you,” Luna replied with a girly giggle. Immediately, she scooted over and patted the seat next to her invitingly. Without any hesitation, Xeno took the spot. Stanley sat on the other side of him. She leaned forward to be in his view better. “Thank you again for saving me at the tournament!”

Once again, it seemed she didn’t realize that her voice carried perfectly well without yelling. “It was no problem, you can stop thanking me.”

Brody clapped once and readjusted his glasses. “I heard about that! Just leave it up to ‘ole Stan to be a hero.”

Is that what he thought he was? Some kind of hero?

Tch, he clicked his tongue. He was no hero. All he did was be in the right place at the right time. If he wasn’t, he probably wouldn’t have gone out of his way to help her. In truth, he only used her. As an experiment, as a tool. To see if he could save Xeno, to subconsciously use her as bait to catch the guy which he wasn’t even able to do.

Was he a hero for saving a single life? Absolutely not. Was he a hero when he was in the Marines saving hundreds? Again, no.

In saving hundreds, he’s killed plenty along with them.

And in his failure to deliver justice to that killer, he’ll just kill more.

Stanley was no hero.

But if he really wanted to do something, it would be to start an investigation to figure out who the serial killer was. The one that stole his Xeno from him. Defiled him in ways that kept him awake at night.

The facts of the case for right now was that all of the victims were women, but he knew too well how easily that can change.

The similarities in the victims are noted deeply in his brain, he stayed up too late last night doing research. Xeno had long been fast asleep next to him by the time he turned in for the night.

One: all victims currently are female, which he knew didn’t matter.

Two: All victims are between the age of fifteen and twenty-four.

And conveniently, all victims had something to do with their school at one point or another. Whether it was a student from their school or from a school their school had an event with. Plus girls that had previously attended their school at one point or another, whether they were attending at the time they died didn’t matter.

And all victims… had evidence of sexual abuse.

“Stan, you okay? You’re lookin’ a little pale,” Brody whispered discreetly to him from across the table, he also garnered Xeno in his whisper.

“Huh?” He mumbled in a blink. “I’m good…” he answered.

Xeno focused on him, thoroughly scrutinizing every slight movement with suspicion and speculation.

Meanwhile, Brody went back to paying attention to whatever Charlotte and Luna were gossiping about. The calculating stare analyzing him certainly didn’t make it easier to use what he feels like is his singular brain cell right now.

Should he keep lying to Xeno like this? He didn’t know if he’d be able to any longer. The reason he holds back is because… well, Xeno wouldn’t believe it. Would he? He’d try to find a logical explanation which he was sure to not find. Xeno was his closest friend, one he’d kill for, one he’d die for, one that would do the same for him, but he was a man of science. Absolutely nothing Stanley could say or do would make Xeno believe his outlandish story—something straight out of a novel.

Plus… he didn’t want to scare him. Maybe he was being silly, but he really didn’t want to make him worry or stress about the whole thing. He had enough on his plate and the last thing Stanley wanted to do was shatter that ambition. To lock away his smile, which—god, he hasn’t seen in so long…

The best thing he could do right now was to find the sick bastard responsible and end him, so that this could be a thing in the past, and Xeno’s life would be his own.

Stanley doubted this was just some random stalker that happened upon whoever was unlucky enough to come across him. If a weirdo was seen watching their school, he would’ve been caught by now. To add to that, all the victims also had an aspect in their life that made it easy to go missing or taken without much of a problem.

Trouble at home, use of drugs, the type that could disappear under the radar. Or stupid girls no one would miss…

He knew Xeno was having trouble with his parents after the fact, so it wasn’t a mere coincidence. And to know all this information, it had to be someone with access to all this information. Most likely a teacher or student that came from a family with influence.

Then came the problem of the accomplice…

The power outage stunt at the tournament he doubted could’ve been done alone. With the timing of how long the power was out and the plan of using that small period of time to kidnap Luna? It seemed impossible.

His number one suspect: Ibara.

Dude was a creep and he was present at the tournament, stared at them like a hawk too. He was a teacher and had easy access to students and that kind of information. The type of guy who’d do a thing so vile.

As for who was working with him? Stanley wasn’t as sure. The first person who came to mind was Kirisame, his little teacher’s pet. But that didn’t seem quite right to him. The runner-ups as a possible suspect would have to be either Orashi or Mozu.

Mozu was the more logical explanation.

He’s heard his fair share of stories about that super senior… who also happened to be present on that day. But Orashi was dumb enough to fall for Ibara’s deceptive tricks…

Or it could be one of Xeno’s other teachers. Maybe a student, but that was less plausible…

This is why he isn’t any kind of detective, ugh…

“Don’t strain yourself with all that thinking…” Xeno said casually, taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Gee, thanks.” Stanley replied with the same sarcasm.

Luna stared at the two of them, Stanley noticed. How long has she, he wondered. He didn’t usually get awkward, but when receiving that kind of face from her, suddenly he was the awkwardest man alive.

She was thankful he saved her, but did it warrant such… was this admiration?

A bit over the top if you ask him, it’s not like he’d be there to save her next time… Next time. Would there… be a next time?

Chills shot down his spine. He may think he knows a lot about the killer, but he really doesn’t. He has no clue who he’s dealing with, and maybe that was the scariest part. Reality hit him like a truck. Was he the type to let his victims go after one failed attempt?

•••

On the way into the parking lot, he caught sight of Luna going to her ride. Despite himself, he found himself walking after her.

Xeno was waiting in his car, so he’ll make it quick.

He saw Luna enter the expensive-looking car and fastened his pace, circling around to knock on the driver’s window. The window rolled down, revealing a dark-skinned man with curly black hair, one brow raised questioningly. “Stanley, what is it?” Luna asked from the backseat.

“I need to talk to you,” he said to the man.

“Me? Why?” the man asked, guard up.

"It's about Luna." Stanley took five steps back and gestured to him, beginning to lose his patience. Why do people always need the ‘why’ so bad? “Just get out of the car, it’s important.”

The man glanced back at Luna, who shrugged her shoulders implying she had no clue what her strange classmate wanted.

He slowly opened the door and stepped out, making sure it closed behind him.

“Listen, I’m kind of in a hurry, so I’ll be brief—Luna could be in danger.”

“What?!” The guy’s eyes widened. “What do you mean? Why...? Wait, is this about the man that attacked her? You think he’ll come back?”

Stanley shrugged. “Don’t know. But she was targeted specifically by him, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to go after her again. So you and whoever else you work for need to keep your guards up, got it?”

He was left speechless, opening his mouth to say something, but closing it just as fast. “How do you know this?” his tone dripped with accusation.

“I’m somewhat of a…” his mind hastily scrambled for an excuse. “Detective.”

The man nodded skeptically. “Right… because that's so convincing. So you’re saying that whoever tried to attack her will come back.”

“He might.”

A long sigh and furrowed eyes. “Might is enough of a reason… I’ll have to talk to Max about this—I’m Carlos by the way. I don’t know how you know this, and I won't ask, but we’ll keep an eye on her. We’ll both do our utmost to keep her safe,” Carlos paused, “who are you?”

With a nonchalant puff, he motioned him off and pulled out a cigarette. “Doesn’t matter.”

Carlos’s gaze burned into the back of his head until he reached his own car and Luna’s confused voice leaked from her car.

“Up to your secret agenda again?” Xeno looked up from his phone to make direct eye contact as he spoke. This time, Stanley didn’t bother with an excuse and nodded in agreement. “Hm.”

Teenagers strolled by as he tried to drive out from the lot. Buses were beginning to drive off, so hopefully that meant traffic would get off his ass sooner rather than later. Seriously, he could not get how these kids thought those fashion trends looked at all good… that was besides the point.

“Stan, this isn’t the way home.”

Stanley cast a brief grin at Xeno. “I know, you up for a little detour?”

•••

“You brought me to a junkyard.”

Stan looked around as if to confirm Xeno’s obvious statement. “Yes, I did.”

Xeno leaned forward with an expression already fed up with his antics. Ah, there’s the Xeno he knew. More on the playful side of Xeno was the best place to be.

“Did you take me here to look for some parts again? Because I don’t believe I’m in need of anything right at the moment…” his voice trailed off, watching Stanley wordlessly pick up some bottles and cans from the ground. “...What are you doing?”

“Extras,” which only puzzled him more.

“Stanley, I have no clue why you decided to bring me here.”

To make matters worse, Stanley still refused to elaborate and instead nudged Xeno in a direction he had no choice but to go in.

When they finally arrived, it hit him. Already set up was a shooting range with glass bottles and cans. Xeno should’ve been able to figure it out, this was Stanley, why else would they come to a place like this? “You brought me here to watch you shoot? I also find it hard to believe you had the time to set this up.”

“Skipped fourth period, and I’m not the one that’s gonna be doing the shootin’.”

That made Xeno go completely still as the words processed. “...Me? You’re wanting me to shoot? Stan, I don’t even know how to hold a gun–”

“I’ll teach you,” Stanley’s tone made no room for arguments, but he wasn’t one to bend so easily.

Xeno pressed his lips together tightly, taking a deep breath. “Stanley, I’m not shooting a gun.” Yet Stanley still put a gun in his hand.

“Just indulge me,” Stanley tilted his head and creased his brows in a pleading way.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. The shooting range still lingered in his peripherals, waiting patiently. “Very well, but I doubt I’ll be able to hit any of the targets.”

Stanley relaxed, satisfied with his answer, and walked behind him to adjust the handgun in his hand. “You’ll be fine with me here.”

The gun was heavier than Xeno anticipated, even more so when he raised it with both hands. Stan reached forward, giving gentle nudges.

“Grip the handle with your dominant hand, support it with the other. Only have your finger on the trigger when you plan to shoot,” Stanley explained carefully. “Since you’re a beginner, you can do the thumb-over-thumb method, it helps keep the gun stable when shooting…” he leaned closer to move Xeno’s hand manually.

He could feel Stanley’s heat radiate from him, more distinctly in this cold weather. His hands unintentionally tightened.

“Try not to be so stiff, hold it straight and keep your shoulders relaxed.”

Xeno took a sharp breath and tried to follow along with Stanley’s careful steps. It was strange, he seemed almost too familiar with this…

“Be aware that it will recoil,” he stated sternly. “But I’ll be here, so you shouldn’t worry about that part. This here, is the safety.” He clicked it off.

“Alright… is there anything else I should know?”

Stanley put a hand on his shoulder with a firm grasp, the other extended down his arm to the gun, brushing against his own hand. “Keep it steady, aim down the barrel here… Closing one eye will make it easier.”

Xeno picked the target directly in front of him.

“Take a breath…”

Xeno inhaled.

“But don’t hold it,” he whispered in a way in Xeno’s ear that almost made him shutter.

Xeno exhaled.

“Pull the trigger—” and he fired.

And missed.

He let out a long breath, his grip loosened. Xeno knew this would happen, yet he was still disappointed. That was the perfectionist in him, he supposes.

Stanley didn’t make fun of him though, rather he chuckled lightheartedly. “That was good, try again.”

“I highly doubt that could be considered ‘good’, I must’ve missed by several inches.” Xeno scoffed, though his chest tightened at the praise. Before he knew it, his arms raised up once more, Stanley rested his chin on his shoulder. For a moment, their gaze met, but he hurriedly flashed his away.

“Higher, keep your arms straight.”

Cold air ran heavy between them, mixing with Stalney’s voice made his arms shoot up in what could be considered a startled jolt. His finger sat ready to squeeze the trigger, waiting for the other’s approval.

“Little more to the left…” His face burned, painfully obvious on his pale skin. “Shoot!” Being snapped out of the trance so suddenly, he accidentally actioned Stanley’s order, and the glass shattered. The crunch of the dirt beneath Stanley’s shoes hardly registered.

What he did take in, was Stan’s childlike grin—wide and proud.

The expression only reserved for him, making him want to smile along with him, like he’d just done something worth cheering about.

“You did it!” Stanley patted his shoulder with no real force.

They continued like that for a while, Stanley’s gentle guidance and Xeno’s fastidious understanding. Many bottles later, and the sun was lower than it had been an hour ago, the sky darker in a cool shade of blue without a cloud in the sky. The type of weather Xeno found comfort in, though it was always too dark to get anything done at this time unless he had Stanley holding a flashlight for him.

“It’s getting rather dark, we should depart back home sooner rather than later.” Xeno turned the safety on and held out the gun for Stanley to take.

Stanley nodded in agreement with a cigarette in his mouth. “Sure, wouldn’t hurt to grab some food either.”

“I agree. Can you please take this, it’s beginning to become rather heavy.”

He took another drag of his cigarette, stare unshaking.

“Stan.”

Stanley left him standing awkwardly, their car beeped close by from Stan pressing the button on his car keys.

“Stan!” Xeno hastily chased after him. Stanley waited until he caught up to finally say something.

“Keep it.”

Xeno stopped walking, gaze flickering between Stanley and the handgun. “The gun? You want me to keep the gun?!”

Stanley nodded as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Mhm. You should keep it on your person too. I can show you how to hide it.”

“You’re kidding,” his elegant composure was slipping.

His nose scrunched from the continuous smoke, which Stan put out on an old car. “Nope, I’m as serious as ever.”

Xeno’s bottom lip trembled at the blatant ridiculousness the other was spewing. The sheer… insanity. “Do you realize how crazy you’ve been as of late? Try to be reasonable, I just learned how to even hold on of these—”

“That’s why I taught you how to use it.”

“I don’t believe my parents would be too pleased—”

“So don’t tell them,” his gaze darkened.

“Stan, I can’t bring a gun to school—!”

“And I told you that I’d help you keep it hidden!” he snapped. Xeno had to do a double take—did Stanley really just snap at him?! “Look, just listen to me alright. You keep this on you, do you understand?”

A chill. Xeno faltered, body yearning to shrink back and give up. Stanley gave him that serious look he used to steer others away—that intimidating tone Xeno’s only ever seen directed at other people, and never at himself.

All he could do was scoff. “What the fuck is going on with you…” he muttered, before sharply facing away from Stanley and walking in violent strides back to the car.

Once he was sure Xeno was out of earshot, Stanley’s knees nearly buckled out from under him and a long breath escaped him.

Chapter Text

Xeno didn’t go home with him.

Nor did he the day after, or the one after that.

One week has passed since they went to the shooting range, and they’ve barely exchanged a word. Every time Stan tried to avoid him, Xeno would walk away the moment he noticed him coming.

He’d be far gone from his class by the time Stanley got there during passing period, and Xeno stopped coming to lunch.

In all his efforts trying to reach him, he was forced to come to the undeniable realization—Xeno was avoiding him. And he went back to not eating lunch because of it.

Being a mere insect Xeno paid no mind to was one thing, but being on his bad side—someone he wanted absolutely nothing to do with, and wouldn’t rely on… hurt like a bitch. He could go through his life being hated by everyone and be happy, but by Xeno? Might as well leave him to fall off a cliff at that point.

A world without Xeno was a world without light, that was the truth of the matter.

With next month being February, the month it happens, Stanley cannot afford to have Xeno avoiding him right now.

So, when it came time, Stanley made himself right at home in the science lab. He sat in a seat more in the back, waiting for Xeno to come inside. Each time the door opened and it wasn’t him, he deflated.

The door clicked open again, but this time Stan didn’t look up. That is—until he felt the presence of someone standing directly in front of the table he was sitting at.

To his surprise, looking graceful in the sunlight streaming from the windows that made his hair glow like silver—like delicate snow, was Xeno, who did not seem at all pleased to see him there. “Stan. I wasn’t sure if you were aware of this, but only members are allowed in here during club hours.”

Stanley furrowed his brow, stomach twisting into knots. “Since when?”

“It’s a new rule actually. Mr. Nolan approved it after I argued that people who’d do nothing but cause trouble don’t belong here.”

“Is that so?” he pursed his lips. “And would I be someone who does nothing but cause trouble?”

Then the door opened, revealing said teacher who approved such a stupidly personal rule. Asshole. He placed a stack of papers on his desk and halted when he saw Stanley. “Sorry, but are you a new member?”

“He is not,” Xeno answered for him.

Mr. Nolan frowned, offering him a look of pity. “I’m very sorry, young man, but only members are allowed in here during this time.”

All the other students in the room were staring at them, silence creating a tension that could cause an explosion if disturbed. “Fine…” Stanley sighed, picking up his things. “How do I j—”

“Stanley, leave.” Xeno shot him an icy glare, cold enough to stop him in his tracks. “I need space…” he whispered.

There was no room left for argument, so by that point, Stanley had no choice but to leave. And he didn’t like it one bit.

Once the door closed behind Stanley, Xeno let out a long breath. His body was still tense, a mixture of guilt and anger built up inside him. He didn’t understand why Stanley refused to tell him what was going on or why he was acting like a madman. He’s been running in circles in his mind, but even his vast mind couldn’t come up with a conclusion.

Though he tried to bury it deep within him, he was worried. It was too unlike him, and he didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that Stan didn’t trust him enough to tell him.

So instead, he chose to lean back in his irritation in hopes it would soothe that sappy feeling. And of course, it didn’t. The confrontation with him only brought it higher up to the surface, right where he didn’t want it to be.

The light in the corner of the room flickered, as it always did, and the sunlight illuminating the windows vanished with the cover of a cloud.

Judgemental gazes of other students ran rampant, making inaccurate assumptions.

But he still had a club to direct and distractions to indulge in, so he simply didn’t have the time to dwell on such juvenile matters.

Juvenile matters that apparently required you to carry a gun. Why did he even listen to him? He’ll be in far too much trouble than it’s worth if he ends up getting caught…

•••

When the club was over, he was left alone.

The quiet was so loud, his ears rang as clearly as a bell. Headaches were one of his least favorite things, which unfortunately it seemed he had to endure right now.

But he had a sneaking suspicion. In light steps, he carried himself to the window and took a quick peek. ‘Has he seriously been waiting outside this whole time?’ He was startled when the door swung open.

“Xeno? Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you…”

“Ah, Liam. No worries, I was just lost in my thoughts,” he brushed a stray hair from his face. “Mr. Nolan said that no one should be coming here for the next hour, so let’s begin, yes?”

Xeno wasn’t big on tutoring other students, but passing down easy extra credit is something only a fool would do. And with Stanley the stalker outside the room, it was as an excuse as any to keep him waiting. Hopefully by the time they’re done, he will have already left.

Liam set his bag on the table and took a seat next to Xeno.

He was a shy kid, so Xeno did most of the talking during these sessions. Liam had trouble asking questions, which was pretty irritating, but as long as he was paying attention…

Forty-five minutes flew by in the blink of an eye. It’d been so long since Xeno took up one of these tutoring sessions that he forgot how immensely boring it was.

Not because of the material they were working with, but he truly hated having to repeat himself constantly.

“Hey, Xeno…” Liam started.

Xeno blinked out of his train of thought and glanced up from the paper. “Yes, do you have another question?

Liam nodded and lowered his head nervously. “I was wondering… are you single?”

Taken aback by the unexpected question, Xeno’s mouth fell agape and he was unsure how to respond for a solid minute. “Liam, if it’s alright with you, I’d prefer to focus on what we’re here for—which is helping you get your grades up. Please refrain from inappropriate questions.”

Liam frowned, not letting up. “Please? Maybe I can just have your number? I won’t even text it, can I just have it?”

The air in the room suddenly grew a tad too uncomfortable for Xeno, he casually scooted his seat away, using the guise of grabbing a paper out of reach to do so. “That’s a rather odd thing to say, Liam. As I said before, we’re here for your grades and nothing else.”

“So what you’re saying is… that you’re not interested?” his voice grew small with dejection.

“Yes, that is what I’m saying.”

A couple of beats passed. “But Xeno, that’s not good enough for me,” the way his tone abruptly darkened had a pit forming in his chest. “Why not? Is it because you think I won’t treat you right, or that I’m not smart enough?!”

Xeno stood up to create a distance from the other boy, only for him to stand with him and surge forward to grab his wrist. “Liam, get your hand off of me,” he demanded firmly.

“No! What is it about me?! Am I not good enough for you, is that it? I can do better, just give me a chance!”

Liam’s grip was tight, and suddenly that extra credit didn’t seem worth it anymore. The whole of his body was hyper aware of the gun weighing against his back. “I’m warning you. Let. Go.”

“Hey! Sorry to interrupt, but I just gotta grab something real quick!” Mr. Nolan, clueless as ever, entered the room with a friendly smile.

Liam’s grip loosened enough for Xeno to pull himself away, grab his bag, and make his escape. “Well, it’s been pleasant, but I do have to be leaving now…” Xeno shuffled to the door in an obvious rush.

“Isn’t it a bit early?” Mr. Nolan wondered out loud, checking his watch.

“I suppose, but I had something come up,” and he escaped. Through the hallway Stanley was not waiting for him in.

•••

Taking another drag from his cigarette, Stanley huffed. He’s been leaning against this car for the better part of half an hour since he caved and left Xeno alone.

He understood why Xeno would need space from him, he can’t even imagine what he must look like to him. Hovering, making uncharacteristic decisions, and giving him a gun.

Still, knowing that, every fiber in his body screamed at him to go back to him. Stomp back up those stairs and wait patiently, to not let anybody come within six feet of him. Stanley felt like he was being too controlling in order to protect him, ruining their relationship in the process.

The parking lot was nearly empty and the sky was already a shade of orange, decorated in pink and purple hued clouds.

“Xeno, please wait!” a scratchy voice called out.

Stanley took his cigarette from his mouth, giving his full attention to the source of the sound. What he saw made his blood boil.

There, was Xeno, walking at a fast pace away from the school gates, clearly trying to get away from the kid chasing after him. The kid shouted in a higher volume Xeno pretended not to hear. His feet nearly tripped over themselves going down the stairs trying to escape.

But the kid caught up, so Stan put his cigarette out.

“Liam, I’ve already told you that I’m not interested in you,” Xeno finally turned to face him, a stern expression on his face. “Respect that and leave with what little dignity you have left.”

The other boy gritted his teeth, throwing himself forward and grabbing on harshly to his arm. “You’ve gotta be interested in me!”

Goddamn it, what decisions could Xeno have possibly led up to this moment. Were they not speaking the same language? He’s made himself clear and yet this buffoon still persists… What an absolute nuisance. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I am not. If you’d kindly release me, I may be willing to overlook this,” a lie, but hopefully one that would work.

“You bitch!” he yelled, squeezing his grip on his arm, making Xeno clench his jaw in a wince. “Stop being so stubborn and—”

Liam flew back onto the ground from Stanley’s punch.

A bruise was already forming on his arm where Liam had grabbed him, and based on Stanley’s expression, he noticed it too. To make matters worse, Liam picked himself up in an attempt to lunge at Stanley.

And then, though it was hard to miss in the haze of what transpired after, Xeno could pinpoint the moment everything within Stanley snapped within a shattered glint in his eyes. He tackled Liam to the ground, he barely got in a hit before Stanley punched him repeatedly—again and again, blood stained his knuckles.

A small crowd started to gather around them.

None of the voices yelling around him, all rational thought in his mind was put on hold. He threw punch after merciless punch.

All he saw was red. The bruise on Xeno’s arm. He hurt Xeno. He hurt his Xeno. Stanley can’t just let that slide. No one has a right to touch him. No one. Slimy hands covered in Xeno’s blood, lustful eyes who shouldn’t have the privilege to lay his eyes on the scientist and his ethereal beauty, to see the inner workings of his brilliant mind.

“Stan, stop!”

That voice—Xeno’s voice was the one that registered among the collective shouting.

His tightened fist froze in mid air, loosening. The world regained color, “Liam” was unrecognizable. Stanley might’ve broken his nose, the guy’s face was covered in purple. Several pairs of eyes bore into him, a delicate hand tapped his shoulder, causing him to flinch in a way where only the one who touched him with such care noticed. “Stan…” he spoke quietly. “We need to go.”

Distant sounds flooded back, and rising onto his feet, “Xeno—”

The loud ringing of an impact, and a stinging sensation lingering on his cheek. “We need to go!” Xeno repeated, this time at a higher volume.

•••

“Does this hurt?” Xeno asked, dabbing the crimson cut above Stanley’s eye.

Stanley grimaced at the stinging feeling, but it didn’t sting as much as his cheek where Xeno had slapped him earlier. In response, Xeno pressed the cloth against it more firmly. “It’s fine…”

Xeno nodded. “Let’s hope that the other boy will be fine as well.”

He rolled his eyes at the mention. “Who cares if he’s okay or not?” His fingers tugged at his pants. “He had it coming with the way he was grabbing at you like that…” frustration obvious in his tone.

After Stanley came to his senses, the two of them quickly fled the scene before any teachers showed up. His car swerved out of the parking lot and they both ended up in Stanley’s house. The ride was awkward, neither willing to fill the dense silence built between them. When Xeno followed him into his house, he didn’t speak then either.

“I care, Stan. Not because of Liam, because he did deserve most of it, but for your sake. You could get into a lot of trouble if even one person chooses to report what happened.”

Hearing the real reason Xeno lectured him made his chest warmer. Along with a sense of validity for his actions. He didn’t care that the boy harassing him was beaten up, why would he? Xeno was logical, knew it worked better in his favor than not. No amount of bark will hide that.

Xeno’s expression was stern, trying to come across as neutral. But the way his lips pressed into each other and hands quivered gave away his poorly concealed concern. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.”

For a brief second, Xeno’s hand stilled and his cheeks blushed a noticeable shade of red. “You lost it out there, Stanley.”

“And I don’t regret it,” he took his wrist, almost causing Xeno to drop the cloth. “I would’ve gladly killed him if it meant you’d be safe. I’d do it as many times as necessary.”

He said it in a trivial manner. Flippant and casual. Yet in spite of that, Xeno knew he meant every word, but remained undeterred.

“In all likelihood, you’ll be suspended.”

“I know.”

“Tell me.”

Stanley let his eyes wander aimlessly. “Tell you what?”

Xeno waited an additional five seconds before pulling his hand away with a disappointed huff. “Fine then,” and turned to leave.

“Wait!” Stanley called out. Xeno halted his steps. “I’ll… I’ll think about it, okay? Just don’t leave. Please.”

An agonizing minute went by, nothing giving away what was going on in that genius mind of his. In a smooth motion, he set the cloth down on the counter and met Stanley’s anxious stare. “I’ll stay. But only for tonight, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.”

A problem for later.

Conversation didn’t come easily. Both hesitant in every contact they made or the way they pondered the words they planned to say.

Beyond repair is the stage Stanley felt they were at.

Xeno spent most of his time on the opposite end of the couch reading a book, and went to bed early. Stanley had nothing better to do, so he did the same less than ten minutes later. Unlike Xeno however, it took him two hours to fall asleep.

•••

The early morning had been trying to wake him for an hour now, birds chirped blaringly, and the breeze caused sticks to tap against his window disrespectfully. He opened his eyes once and could tell by the shade of blue in the sky it wasn’t time to get up.

But he wasn’t able to completely fall back asleep. Stuck in a half-asleep fever dream-like state.

He picked up on someone talking to him, but couldn’t make it out…

“My mother wants me home, so I’m leaving. Sleep well, Stanley.”

It was… someone’s voice. Someone… Xeno? Xeno’s voice. Leaving… Xeno’s leaving? Xeno’s leaving?!

Immediately he shot up in his bed, the sun was high in the sky and he found the room to be empty with all of Xeno’s things being gone. “Xeno?!”

Slipping his shoes on, he zipped out the door. He couldn’t place this sick feeling in his chest—gnawing at him. Telling him something was wrong. He paid no attention to the empty, but running black car he passed when running to Xeno’s house. Without a second thought, he banged on the door until it opened to reveal Xeno’s mother. “Stan, what is it, dear?”

“Is Xeno here?”

She tilted her head, puzzled. “He’s not with you? I asked him to come home, but still hasn’t shown…”

He didn’t waste a second and ran back down the stairs, leaving his best friend’s mother very confused. He scrambled for his phone and opened the Find My app for his location.

Stanley followed it thoughtlessly. It led him behind their houses, into the woods. Branches broke, two pairs of footsteps. Stanley was sprinting, trying not to let himself freak out. Everything was crumbling around him, collapsing in on itself. When he picked up on a yell, one that sounded like Xeno’s voice, he raced towards it.

The closer he got, the struggle sounded more dire. Dead leaves crunched loudly under his boots.

Echoing… a gunshot.

When he reached the destination, he found nothing.

At first.

He scanned in every direction, when he stepped forward, he almost tripped over a rock… or—a phone. Xeno’s phone, it…

Smeared in blood. There was blood soaked into the soil surrounding it, and a small trail leading down… Lower.

Stanley’s heart leapt forward in his chest, his breath hitched sharply.

He crept closer with the utmost caution, following the trail of dark red, careful not to step on it. Please no. Don’t be. Don’t do this, it can’t happen. Don’t.

But the world didn’t care what he wanted. All it did was mock.

There, in the ditch, was undeniably Xeno. Even when the blood made it hard to pick out his silver hair. Blood… so much blood, blood… Covered in blood, was that his? Someone shot him in the head, he knew that, but his brain still tried to reason that Xeno was okay. Because he had to be, right?

Unmoving.

God, why is there so much blood?!

Humans had so much blood in them, he recognized that, but with Xeno being the one… he—he’s dead.

Dead...

Suddenly, the blood was all over his hands, vision encased in red. Xeno’s eyes were wide as blood splurged from his head. Sobs shamelessly lurched from his throat.

The world was broken again, muted.

His screaming numbed his throat and deafened anyone in a two-mile radius.

He’s a fool. Failure. An idiot, how could he let this happen? Xeno. Xeno…

Xeno…

Xeno…?

Why isn’t he moving?

Xeno…?

Xeno—?

Xeno…!

“Xeno!” he shouted in a cold sweat. Xeno immediately stopped what he was doing, clearly alarmed by his best friend’s abrupt and evident panic.

He was at Stanley’s side in an instant. “Stanley, I’m here! Take a breath—”

Sobs elicited from him, uncontrollable and violent and enough to make his throat raw. It processed to him that Xeno had been in the middle of packing his things to leave before he woke up. Within the next second, Xeno was pulled onto the bed, flat on his back while Stanley crawled over him, pathetically crying into his chest. “Xeno, don’t go...” he begged.

Xeno’s silence was palpable to Stanley’s cries, unable to find the words. His eyes fixed on the ceiling above them, unsure. It was an unfamiliar feeling, being so uncertain. He didn’t know the first thing about how to approach his usually ever so unshakable and stoic best friend having a panic attack against him, especially without a clue as to the cause. Reluctantly, he brought his hands up to Stan’s head and ran his fingers through his blonde locks in an effort to comfort him. “Stan—”

“You can’t go!” Stanley cut him off promptly, barely coherent. The only thing grounding was being in contact with the other teen, fingers flowing through his sweaty hair.

“Why?” Xeno asked in a soft tone. “Why can’t I go?”

The words spill out before Stan could think to stop himself. “Because you’ll die, I saw it!”

Tears streamed down his red cheeks, eyes growing more puffy with his shaky breaths. If Stanley was at all able to think right now, he’d feel pathetic—covered in snot and tears, staining Xeno’s white shirt. The worst.

“You saw me die in your dream?” Xeno kept caressing his scalp comfortingly with one hand while the other slowly trailed down to rub his back.

Stanley shook his head against the crook of his neck, another choke. “No, no, it was real! I swear! And there was so much blood, fuck… Please, you can’t go...!” his voice raised in volume, making Xeno flinch. “I can’t lose you again…”

“Again…?” Xeno repeated.

This added a whole other layer to this whole situation, and it only confused him more. But all his rising suspicion has led to this moment, so he won’t let a rare opportunity such as this pass by.

He pulled Stanley closer against himself, whispering in a reassuring tone. “I’m not going anywhere.”

A sharp gasp escaped Stanley, then a mewl. “I saw you die; I can’t let you go out there,” he affirmed, his grip becoming stronger on the other’s waist and the bedsheets.

“Stanley…” he finally lifted his head to look at Xeno. “Tell me everything.”

Chapter Text

“I’m not sure, Stan… It all seems a little—” Xeno’s voice trailed off, a thoughtful expression on his face as he sat still closely to Stanley, their legs touching.

“Far-fetched? Crazy? ‘Not scientific’? I know, Xeno! But please, you have to believe me, it’s all true!” Stanley was perfectly aware of how insane he must appear while saying all these things in a raspy voice from a complete breakdown, especially to someone as smart as Xeno, but what else could he do? It was the truth and he couldn’t keep it to himself any longer. Once he started, the words wouldn’t stop spilling out.

Xeno put his hand to his chin, fixing his gaze onto the floor. “So, you, the Stanley in front of me right now, come from two years in the future… That’s what you’re saying, correct?”

Stanley nodded.

“It shouldn’t be possible…” Xeno muttered, which turned Stan’s stomach to knots. “It would explain your behavior as of late. What I don’t understand is how, even if that technology existed, how it could’ve randomly happened overnight.”

The gleam in the other’s eyes was so clearly filled with doubt, and Stan could tell Xeno was holding back. Beside that doubt, was worry. He can tell Xeno doesn’t believe him. “Xeno. I am serious. Why would I lie about this, especially in these circumstances. It’s just one of those things that happened, I don’t have a scientific way to explain it.”

That was the part that bothered Xeno the most, and what Stan needed to convince him. But it was the one thing he didn’t have.

“Are you sure what you experienced wasn’t a nightmare?”

“I don’t know!” Stanley snapped. After a deep breath, he continued. “I mean, I don’t know about the one just now. If it was a dream, some kind of fucked up vision, or if it really happened and time somehow rewinded again. But fuck, it scared me so bad… I don’t know if I would’ve been able to keep going if I lost you again.”

“Hm,” Xeno hummed. “Haven’t all the previous victims of the serial killer all been women?”

“Yes, but… I don’t know why, but in the future, it happens to you, and… First you went missing for five days, I was so worried,” his hands balled into fists against his pants. “Then the police found your body and—shit, I can’t even think about it.”

Suddenly, Xeno stood up and paced the room. “Your clingy behavior, your story could explain it. But that isn’t good enough,” he stopped. “As for the attack with Luna and how you knew about that, I have a harder time coming up with a logical solution.”

“That’s because I’ve lived it before! She would’ve vanished during that blackout if I hadn’t gone after her. And I’m positive that there must be some sort of accomplice, no way that stunt could’ve been pulled off otherwise—”

“And why you invited me over without a second thought, could you have forgotten that your father hadn’t yet gotten that promotion that forced him to be away from the house most of the time?” Then, he sat down in the chair by Stanley’s desk, causing Stan to swallow hard at the frustrated scowl that followed. “Truly, I’d love nothing more than to believe you, Stan, but I’m a man of science. It just makes absolutely no sense…” A huff. “But as far as I know, you haven’t been taking any hallucinogen."

“I haven’t.”

“Yes, that I am aware of. It’d be quite difficult to miss seeing as you haven’t left my side since the day you said you arrived.”

“Well—” Stan jumped to his defense, face turning a light shade of red, then backed down. “You’d do the same thing…”

“Mm, I’m sure I would,” he agreed absently. “It is interesting, the mention of the black car.”

Stanley raised a questioning brow. “Why…?”

“Because,” he started, “on the day of the tournament, there had been a suspicious black car parked outside of the building where it was held.” Stan’s breath hitched and a chill flew up his neck.

“Oh…”

“Perhaps we can test your claim with that Asagiri Gen? You said he, too, becomes a victim, I’d be willing to indulge you. It would be rather easy to get into contact with him seeing as he happens to be dating Senku.” As he finishes that thought, Xeno pauses and glances out the window, then stares back at his puffy eyes. “But I’m afraid I’ll need a little more than that, Stanley—”

“Your parents,” he blurted. Immediately, Xeno’s body froze.

“...What about my parents?”

“They’re fighting, aren’t they?”

Xeno met his gaze and he uncomfortably shifted in his seat. “How could you possibly know that?”

Further proof that Xeno was going out of his way to hide it and never intended on telling him, but he’ll get to that point later. “Because… the day you disappeared, your parents were fighting. That you left in the middle of their fight, probably to get some air. One of the neighbors saw you book it into the woods, and you never came home.”

“...the ones directly behind our houses?” Xeno asked in an unsure tone.

“Uh, yeah, where else?”

It still sounded insane. Like it was straight out of a novel filled with inaccurate facts and plot holes. Xeno didn’t want to just ignore that, science and logic was the foundation he lived on. It was his way of thinking that heightened his intellect and made him better than everyone else. Yet Stanley’s words, if it played out exactly as he said, even if he didn’t understand the full gravity of it, there was no denying the possibility.

“What’s with that look?” Stanley cocked his head sideways, concern evident in Xeno’s growing silence. “Is there something in those woods I don’t know about?”

“I believe you.”

That simple statement, halted Stanley right when he was about to ask another question, the previous ones forgotten. He had to do a double take, replay the sound in his mind to make sure he wasn’t hearing things. Hell, maybe his mind really was playing tricks on him. “What…?”

There’s no way he could’ve heard it correctly…

Xeno stepped forward, speaking in a more assertive tone. “I said I believe you. Must I repeat it again?”

It was only three words. Nothing to get so emotional about. But in that moment, to Stan, they meant everything. Xeno believed him. The weight that’s been festering on his back for the past few months lifted, enough so that he felt like he was more steady on his feet.

All this time, he never could’ve imagined that the oh, so logical Xeno would believe in his absurd story. Even after hearing it twice, he had the urge to ask to hear it again. The burden of knowing something so heavy that no one else knew, being able to tell the one person he’d use it for, he’s never been so relieved in his life. He could sleep next to Xeno without the constant urge bubbling in his throat to tell him all the forbidden knowledge he was cursed with as a blessing.

“You… really believe me? Like, actually?” he tried to keep his voice steady.

With a sharp sigh, Xeno sat next to Stan on the bed again, and took his hands into his own, held in a safe, firm grasp. “Like, actually.”

His hands moved on their own from there, he took Xeno’s wrist into his own, and tugged him closer to himself. And using his other hand, circled around his waist to keep him tightly against him, where he knew he could keep him safe.

He didn’t want to believe it.

That something so horrible would happen to himself next month. But the truth was often hard to swallow.

Xeno knew that, he has since the day he developed a consciousness. And he’s witnessed it first hand, seeing the way his mother reacted when he told her that his father was cheating on him.

Neither did innocent victims deserve such a cruel fate.

So, the most logical decision from here would be… “Stan,” he distances himself, much to the blonde’s displeasure. “Tell me what evidence you’ve gathered so far. The facts. Surely you’ve done a little investigating?”

Stanley blinked, seemingly caught off guard momentarily before he composed himself. “Yeah, I have…”

“Fantastic, now do be sure not to leave out a single detail.”

For the next several minutes, that’s what Stanley did. What he’s managed to scrounge up so far to what his knowledge of the future allowed him to know. Xeno listened very intently, going as far as to pull out one of Stanley’s old notebooks and writing everything down.

Maybe Stan should’ve done that. No real reason to be scared if someone were to find it anyway. Just the ramblings and gibberish of a punk teen…

“I can see why you would think it could be a person with authority like a staff member. Do you have any suspects at the moment?”

“Ibara,” Stanley answered confidently. “He’s a sick, pervy, narcissistic asshole. Why wouldn’t it be him?”

“Until that can be proven with evidence, all that accusation is is a baseless assumption.” Stanley supposed Xeno was right… but he seriously couldn’t think of anyone else capable, with resources, who could be the culprit they’re looking for. “And another thing, you said there had to be an accomplice. What are you basing that off of? The timing of the power outage? That’s simply ridiculous thinking, Stanley. We’re dealing with a professional here. Don’t you think they could’ve used some kind of device or timer with the power of science?”

Damn, why didn’t he tell Xeno sooner? Did he somehow forget that he was way smarter than him? Not to mention patient. When it comes to things that hurt your head to think about at least…

“I guess you’re not wrong… but we can’t rule out an accomplice either.”

Xeno smiled. “See, now you’re starting to understand! How elegant. We don’t have much to work with, so we need to fix that. Using the knowledge we already know, what or who could be a good starting point?” A question he clearly had the solution to and just wanted to hear from Stan’s mouth.

“I don’t know… Gen?”

“Correct! It really is our only option. Without any foundation, we must go to where the killer is sure to strike next! Which, technically, is me supposedly, but with what we know, we can now work on avoiding that outcome.”

The reminder put a bitter taste in Stan’s mouth. He nodded quietly.

Xeno wrote down into the notebook more, speaking as he did. “Though I said picking Ibara as a suspect immediately wasn’t the smartest, it is something we should look out for. It’s as you said, he would do something like this. And he was present during the STEM tournament only because the science professor was conveniently out of the picture… I hear Mozu also went missing in the middle of it, including during the outage. He only came back after the fact.”

“So you don’t think the accomplice thing is impossible?” Stanley leaned forward, hoping to catch a glance at what Xeno was writing.

“It’s less likely, but possible. Tell me, do you know the circumstances in which Gen disappears? The date of when he went missing and the one where he was found dead?”

“He was never found.”

Xeno stopped and lifted his pencil, lifting his concentrated gaze to meet Stan’s, who was closer now. “Right… Very strange. Continue,” resuming back to the page.

“Well… I don’t know as much about his case, but he went missing April 2nd.”

“Just a day after his birthday, what a shame.” Xeno genuinely sounded like he felt sad about it. “It’s only January and Senku’s been asking me about ideas for a gift.”

“Yeah…” With experience under his belt, Stanley shared in that sentiment and he knew the hurt all too well. “Actually, last year…” he was more hesitant to talk about this part since it had nothing to do with their investigation, but now that it’s crossed his mind, he felt like he had to say it. “I heard it from Brody… that six months before I woke up here, that he died. Then online.”

Xeno frowned at that. “You mean Senku?”

Stanley gave a small nod. “Yeah. Suicide. Apparently after Gen went missing, he dropped out. And a few months before he killed himself, his dad died in some rocket accident.”

“Byakuya?”

“Pretty sure. It was hard not to know about it, because it became the newest gossip topic for a few weeks after it happened. Everyone talking about this random teen they didn’t know who killed himself with an overdose. But it was pretty damn obvious they were only talking about it and using his death as an excuse to talk about ‘the country’s inability to address certain issues’ or to support whatever political opinion they have that no one else cares about.”

Finally, Xeno closed the notebook and set it aside, but kept the pencil in his hand, carelessly twirling it between his fingers, still visibly saddened. Stanley understood.

Senku was a freshman, two years below Xeno, and he looked up to him. Maybe Xeno felt some sort of responsibility to him and that’s why he looked so troubled. Or perhaps it was the entirety of the whole shitty situation itself.

“They’re both smart boys, Senku and Gen. Both have potential and places to go. To let such bright futures fizzle out would simply be a waste.” Maybe not with all the fancy wording, but Stanley agreed. “It’d simply be illogical to let either be subjected to such unfortunate fates. We’ll be sure to begin tomorrow.”

“Cool with me.”

He knew now wasn’t the time, but he wished he still had enough courage leftover just to ask…

Why didn’t you tell me about your parents?

•••

Exams quickly approached, creeping up on Stan the following day. Amazingly, he was able to get away with beating the shit out of the kid who harrassed Xeno and they could carry on like it never even happened.

He spent most of the time staring at the paper like it had personally offended him while gripping the pencil with no real attempt and having it slip from his fingers multiple times. Only within the last ten minutes in class did he finally write something—his name.

One of the perks of being from the future, he knew this crap already. Though something tells him he never had trouble with it before.

After Mr. Natri collected all their papers, the bell rang, and Stanley fled the scene in no real rush.

He was the last student out the door, once he was free to roam the halls, he did as he usually did and made course for Xeno’s locker.

And unsurprisingly, Xeno was there, staring back at him as if he were waiting for him. Or at the very least, expecting him. Stanley couldn’t blame him if he was right. “Hey.”

Xeno hummed in acknowledgment. “About Gen—“

“Stanley, there you are!” Shit. They both knew that voice. Internally, they both just felt their sanity slip farther.

Maybe if Stan pretends he didn’t hear her, she’ll leave. Now wasn’t the time to be graced by her—lovely—presence. Xeno flashed him a look that told him he wasn’t getting out of this. Then a tap on the shoulder.

“I was looking for you, but then someone said you stayed behind for once! But when I got back, you were gone and I was like ‘damn,’ so like the capable gal I am, I was able to track you down!”

“Hey, Luna.” Stanley waved.

She giggled at the greeting, much to Stanley’s confusion. Was something funny? Because Xeno’s death glare certainly wasn’t… that was just scary.

“That test was so hard, right? I was barely able to finish it in time. Especially the third question! Who even comes up with that stuff?! Honestly, I feel like all the math crap they teach us is completely useless and they just do it for the sake of doing it because they ran out of useful math skills to teach in middle school.”

“Careful, Luna…” Stanley warned, feeling Xeno’s glare intensify. Damage control seemed to go unnoticed by her.

She flipped her hair with a swift movement of her neck. “So, what do you think you got on it? I saw you struggling on it, you were thinking really hard in there!”

Honestly, Stanley wasn’t thinking about a damn thing. All he was doing was spacing out.

Which he will not be disclosing.

“Eh, I think I did alright.”

Luna smiled as a sort of approval. “That’s good! I’m sure I aced it, I am a smart and capable gal, after all. Why wouldn’t I be able to?”

“Because you—“ Stan nudged Xeno, effectively cutting him off. Luna tilted her head questioningly, but shrugged it off.

Stan didn’t know why, but by this point he’s figured out that Xeno did not like Luna. No clue why, but he did. Maybe it was her loud personality or her ‘inelegant’ conversation topics.

“By the way… what were you talking about with Carlos? He started acting weird on the drive home after.” A hint of concern rose up in her tone, a bit more hushed as students passed by.

Stanley shrugged, leaning against the locker next to Xeno’s.

“How could you not know?!” Luna replied, genuinely perplexed, without thinking for a second that Stanley simply was only being silent because he didn’t want to tell her. “Fine, don’t tell me! Not like I was actually interested in knowing or anything.”

She had a good heart, but she could be so oblivious at times.

“Excuse me, Luna, but might Stan and I have a moment to ourselves?”

“Hm, why? Surely I can know what kind of secrets you two share!” Luna leaned forward closer to Stanley, to which Xeno’s eyes darkened.

Xeno took a pronounced step in front of her. “Unfortunately, that isn’t the case. You seem to feel awfully entitled to Stanley, I must say. If I didn't know any better, I’d say you harbor some kind of romantic feelings for him.”

She instantly became mortified. “What?! No, I’d never…!”

Oh, it hit Stan.

Followed by a sense of amusement as an inconspicuous smirk crossed his lips. Are you jealous, Xeno?

“Why do you even care anyway?” She stuttered through her flushed cheeks, crossing her arms in a way that did nothing to cover up her emotions. Then, she halted and looked between the two before a look of clarity adorned her delicate face. “Oh…” her lips curved up. “Oh, I get it now!” All too satisfied with herself, “don’t worry, he’s all yours!” she said in a whisper to Xeno so that Stanley didn’t hear.

“Now who’s trading secrets?” Stanley jabbed playfully.

“Ooh, secrets?” A new voice entered the scene, smooth and meticulous with an added friendly flair. “I love a good secret.”

The three turned to the new arrival, Stanley and Xeno both tensed when they realized who it was—Asagiri Gen. “Gen, what are you doing here? I would’ve thought you’d be with Senku,” Luna asked.

Because really, what is he doing here?

“Oh, nothing much!” Gen smiled, it was then that Stan noticed he was holding a stack of papers in his hands. “Just handing out flyers to those interested in joining the play coming up in a couple months! I saw you over here, Luna, and couldn’t pass on the opportunity!”

He held out a flyer for her to take, on it was a cartoon drawing—a girl with a dog, a scarecrow, a tin man, and a lion. “Hell yeah! The Wizard of Oz, too? I loved that movie as a kid!” she snatched the flyer from him at lightning speed. “When is it?”

“The play?” Gen tilted his head. “April 2nd!”

Of all dates that the play could’ve been on, it had to be that specific date? That date—too much of a coincidence, Stanley noted.

Luna turned to them, bouncing in her spot. “You two should come too! It’ll be super fun!”

Gen dug his fingers shallowly back into the stack in his arms, holding another page in between. “What will it be? Are either of you two interested in joining? I promise it’ll be lots of un-fay!”

Xeno looked at him questioningly. And Stanley, regardless of his own feelings and dignity on the matter, had no other choice. “Ah, sure… I'll be there.”

The logical answer, but one Xeno’s expression told he clearly didn’t expect.

“Lovely!” He handed Stan a flyer. “By the way, I heard what you did for Luna last month. You’re very brave, I’ll hand it to you. So good job.” Gen’s theatrical smile softened as he spoke.

“Yeah.”

Luna pulled out her phone to check the time as Gen bid his farewells and moved on, when she wasn’t satisfied with the time she saw, she let out a long sigh. “Do you want to come to the auditions after school today?”

“Seeing as today is the last day to audition…” Xeno cleared his throat. “That would be the best choice if either of you plan on getting a role.”

“No way, seriously?!” She huffed and turned in the direction Gen went, but he was gone. “Why did he wait until the last day to tell me? Unless—am I some sort of last resort?!”

As she began to go into a dramatic rant, a girl passed by who knew her, and Luna decided to leave with her. They were now free.

Without missing a beat, Xeno peered over his shoulder with a teasing smirk. “So, you’ve decided to not enlist in the military in favor of becoming a Hollywood Star, have you?”

“Shut up,” Stan rolled his eyes, lacking any real hostility.

“I can’t say I dislike it—promising up and coming actor, Stanley Snyder, destined for stardom!” The white haired boy was clearly having way too much fun with this.

Of course, Xeno knew perfectly well why Stanley was doing it. It was a perfect position to put himself into in order to stick close to Gen and observe him without others catching on. But that didn’t make it any less amusing to him. Stanley, who smoked cigarettes and made fun of theater kids for their overly flowery everything was now becoming one with them.

“Xeno, I swear to god—” Ah, but how could he stay mad at that face?

Xeno laughed, a genuine one. “I’m only pulling your leg, Stan. So, who will you be auditioning for?”

“Probably one of the dudes from the beginning or a background character to have the least amount of screen time possible.”

“Mm…” Xeno turned back to his locker, ready to be done with it.

At that moment, Stan remembered that Xeno had been trying to talk to him about something since he got there. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

Xeno blinked before the corner of his lips turned up in a vexatious way, with it he opened his bag and pulled out a perfectly neat flyer. “I was going to tell you about this play our school happened to be putting on that coincidentally occurs on the same day as Gen’s disappearance. I had been dreading having to convince you, but it seems I no longer need to worry about that.”

“Dammit.”

Doomed from the start.

•••

They both went to their classes after the bell rang, going through the motions with the mind elsewhere until the day was over. Stanley almost forgot about the whole audition thing, but Luna had caught him and dragged him to the theater before he could have the opportunity to change his mind.

Xeno was already waiting by the door, an all too pleased smirk plastered on his face as Luna greeted him and they walked inside together. Brody and Charlotte had a field day when they heard about his plans of auditioning from, you guessed it, Luna. That only indulged the voices in his head telling him it wasn’t too late to turn around now and pass on the embarrassment. Ah, his masculinity will be in shambles by the end of this.

However, before they could make it far, they were approached by a staff member. “Can I have your names?”

So they gave them.

After her eyes scanned through the sheet of paper in her hands at least twice, she glanced at Xeno with a tsk. “Only people who are auditioning are allowed in.”

“Aw, surely you can make a little exception? Come on, he’s our friend and all he wants to do is support us!” Luna batted her lashes in a puppy-like matter which didn’t move the older woman one bit.

“I don’t make the rules. I can’t just let anyone in who wants to, that’d be ridiculous and be too much of a hassle to deal with.”

“Ms. Mitchell!” A voice sang, coming onto the scene. Gen came in with a polished smile, almost like his face was glued to stay that way. “Is there a problem here?”

Ms. Mitchell spared a brief glance before focusing her attention back on the three in front of her. “No issue, Gen. This kid here isn’t on the list, so I can’t let him in. That’s all.”

“Oh, well isn’t that a shame?” Gen frowned. “I see no issue! Xeno here is an exceptional student, I say we let him in! He wouldn’t cause any problems, I’m ure-shay!” Xeno really didn’t mind not being able to come inside. Was it inconvenient? Yes. But he would’ve been perfectly content with coming back later.

“Gen, you know that’s against the rules…”

“Rules? But it’s merely a suggestion, isn’t it? And seeing how I’m the one in charge of the club, what I say does hold some weight.” Gen stood closely next to her, adding in all the flowery tone one could ask for.

She faltered for a moment.

“Besides!” He stepped forward and patted Xeno’s shoulder, earning a poorly concealed glare from him. “He works backstage, so he’s qualified to come in.”

“Oh… does he?” She turned to Xeno for some confirmation, to which he nodded awkwardly. “Then I apologize… head inside.” The apology on her tongue was obviously forced.

With nothing to stand in their way, the four walked into the theater as quietly as possible.

Gen seemed to be quite good when it came to getting what he wanted as Stanley came to notice. He already heard of his skills beforehand but seeing it for himself—it was sort of funny how easily he did it.

“Sorry for the mix-up earlier!” Gen stopped and gave them a polite bow. “I’m glad to see you guys showed up.”

“Yeah, kinda didn’t have a choice…” Stanley sulked.

Gen gestured for them to follow, so they did, Luna had an excited bounce in her step as they walked. “Regardless, I do hope you have fun. I can help get you prepared as you seem to be new to this!”

A generous offer. So they accepted.

Like Stanley said earlier, he wanted a minimal role in the play. Something that would let him stay close to Gen, but wouldn’t shatter his masculinity—this he did not share out loud.

Luna, being the ‘capable gal’ that she was, went straight for the main role and auditioned for Dorothy. And honestly, Stanley had to admit she was pretty good.

It was still difficult to pinpoint exactly what kind of person Gen was, he was mysterious and calculating. Always hiding an intention behind a careful facade.

There was no telling whatever’s going through that two-toned head of his.

For now, they’d take advantage of it since he was rather useful. He even said he’d help Xeno get a job to help backstage if he wanted to stick around, which Xeno agreed he would if Stan got a role and if his involvement was kept a secret. What was more surprising about the whole thing, was finding out Senku was working with them on the play too. Albeit backstage and out of the spotlight, but there nonetheless.

When it came to be Stanley’s turn, he can admit, he probably could’ve used a little more effort.

He walked onto the stage with a tiny packet in his hand, and when it came time to speak—all he did was read the script out loud in a bored, monotone voice. It gave off vibes of being picked on to read an excerpt out loud in the middle of class when you’re trying to nap.

He never even took his eye off of the paper until he was done. The first thing he took note of was Xeno staring at him from the side, shaking his head.

That must mean he did fantastic and this moment will forever stick with him.

“Wow, Stanley! Who would’ve thought you’d be such a natural!” Charlotte chirped sarcastically.

“Where did you come from?” Stanley actually wanted to die right now. Not actually, because he still needed to save Xeno, but you get the point. “You here for an audition too?”

Luna popped up from behind her. “Nope! I told her we’d be auditioning today and she wanted to come watch!”

“Did the monitor not catch you?”

Charlotte laughed haughtily. “Please! She was easy-peasy to sneak past.”

“Or Ms. Mitchell simply does not get paid well enough to continue caring,” Xeno chimed in with a bored tone.

“Sure hope you got what you came here for then…” Stanley took Xeno by the wrist to hastily lead the both of them out. Before they made it to the door, Charlotte stood in front of them.

“Wait! Where are you off to in such a rush?” Charlotte tilted her chin, pursing her lips to the left. “Brody and I were going to go bowling, do you guys want to come?”

Without hesitation, Stanley shook his head while also trying not to smile at the horrified expression that came over Xeno at the mention of it. “Nope, we’re busy. You should invite Luna.”

“Ugh, you’re so boring. Ever since Thanksgiving, you’ve been acting seriously weird…” Stanley met Xeno’s gaze, a nonverbal panic. “Wait!” Charlotte gasped. “Are you two…?”

Stanley didn’t give her the chance to finish and rushed out of the room with Xeno. He really needs a smoke break.

“I do hope you know that I don’t intend to let you forget about this if you end up with a role.” Xeno had already forgotten about whatever Charlotte was in the middle of saying.

“I figured…”

•••

The weekend finally came upon them.

Saturday, they spent all day doing more research into known cases and about potential suspects they could think of. They stayed in Stanley’s house for the day discussing theories and shutting them down. At this point Xeno might as well live here.

Eventually, evening came and they had to call it quits in favor of eating. To wrap up the day, Xeno did some ‘therapeutic’ mini science experiments in Stan’s room, which did keep him on his toes. One may never know when something of Xeno’s will blow up.

Then came Sunday morning, early morning from the looks of it. Stanley was expecting to hear if he got a role or not today, but he’d rather sleep a while longer.

When he turned over, there was an empty space beside him, telling him Xeno was awake. It wasn’t odd, Xeno was a morning person, so he tried not to let himself be bothered by the anxiety he got when he didn’t know where Xeno was.

He promised he’d never stray too far from Stan or leave the house without him after he learned the truth.

So Stanley was just going to close his eyes and doze off back to…

He scrunched his nose at an odd smell.

A pungent and charred smell…

Stanley’s eyes shot open and without wasting a second, flew off the bed and down the stares, cursing under his breath. “Shit!”

Once he finally made it to the main floor, he yelled.

“Xeno, what are you doing in the kitchen?!” He didn’t even have to see Xeno in the kitchen to confirm it to know it was him.

“Uh—!” Xeno’s voice rang out. “I’m not doing anything!”

The closer Stanley got to the kitchen, the stronger the smell of smoke became. When he finally arrived, the scene before him was horrific. Xeno awkwardly stood next to the stove with a pan that was on fire.

Is he gonna get himself killed before the killer can get to him or what? “I was trying to make breakfast!”

He pulled Xeno away from the fire and quickly rushed to grab the fire extinguisher, pointing it in every direction except for the white haired boy.

“My, it seems I must’ve made a miscalculation…”

“You think?” Stanley shot back at him, setting the red extinguisher down once the internal panic died down. What remained in the pan were the ashes of the slop Xeno had created. “This is why you’ve been banned from the kitchen.”

Xeno scoffed. “How ridiculous! I’m perfectly capable of cooking a dish without causing a mishap! This time was just… a trial run.”

Great. Now they’ll need to clean up the kitchen and it’ll take at least an hour… without the fire, there was still a big mess left behind from The Terrific Breakfast Attempt of 1/18. “Why did you want to make breakfast anyway?” Stanley asked, already getting started.

From behind him, Stanley couldn’t see the way Xeno flushed at the question. “Not that I am obliged to tell you of my reasons, however… if you must know, I was merely trying to be nice.”

“Huh…”

“You’ve been working rather hard, so I thought it’d only be right! And why must I require a reason to do something? I was mostly only making breakfast for myself because I was peckish and you were still sleeping.”

Stanley did nothing to hide the grin that formed on his lips. “Mm, I believe you.”

“You should, it’s only logical… because it’s true.”

“Sure.” The stench was atrocious, something tells him it wouldn’t have been good even if Xeno had succeeded. “Let’s just say I won’t be hiring you as my personal chef once I make it big on Broadway.”

That earned a small cross between an offended jeer and a chuckle from Xeno. “If anything, you’d be lucky to end up as my personal chef when I become a globally-known NASA scientist.”

“You’re right, oh, Great and Powerful Xeno.”

Xeno rolled his eyes at his tease and instead peered over him while he cleaned.

“You gonna help or what?” Stanley stared at him expectantly. Xeno nodded shamelessly as if he were the one helping Stan with a mess he made. “How about this time, we both cook? Makes it less likely for unforeseeable accidents.”

The other blinked, momentarily unsure of how to respond before he shrugged nonchalantly. “Very well, if that’s what you’d like.”

Making breakfast was going much smoother this time around now that Stanley was around to supervise and gently guide the kitchen menace. They decided on cooking pancakes and Stanley made sure to keep Xeno far away from the stove. Putting the ingredients together was as much as Stan was willing to let him contribute.

But very early into the process did Stan find the otherwise silent house to be stale, so without Xeno paying attention, he grabbed his speaker and put his playlist on shuffle.

If the sudden electric guitar startled Xeno, he didn’t let it show. Now with music, the atmosphere was calmer and less like his house almost burnt down.

“I don’t believe pancakes take so long as to need a playlist in the background.”

“What, you don’t like music?” Stanley placed a casual hand on Xeno’s back, which had the other halt for a brief second in cracking an egg.

Xeno glanced up at him with a huff. “That’s not what I meant.”

Stanley realized in that moment how close he was standing to Xeno, his heart skip a beat. Being so close to him, he could tell Xeno hadn’t actually been awake for that long since he still had that tired droopiness to his eyes which looked way too cute on him. And the way he kept nervously averting his gaze to anything but Stanley, the tension clearly didn’t go unnoticed by him either.

He knows he should pull away, give Xeno some space to breathe. But just being this close makes it easier to breathe for himself and for once, his selfish side was taking over.

“Stan…” Xeno muttered.

Hearing his voice so small snapped him back to reality, he didn’t even realize his own hand had grabbed Xeno’s. In a desperate effort to back off, he stepped away, but also forgot to let go of Xeno which caused him to fall forward with him.

Luckily, Stanley’s reflexes were sharp and he was able to spin them in a way to save them both from falling to the floor.

“Stanley! What was that—?!”

“Let’s dance!” He blurted. A hopeless cover-up to hide his embarrassment. One he did not think through.

Xeno stared at him, mouth agape and evidently confused. “Excuse me…?”

“Yeah!” Stanley stuttered. “Let’s dance, you heard me…” Actually kill him. He’s being serious this time.

No reply.

And Stan didn’t want to know what kind of expression he was wearing either! He ran up to his speaker and turned it up, hoping it might block out the internal thought screaming at him for being an absolute dumbass.

And thank god for the song being a catchy one he could dance to. He must’ve looked humiliated enough, because Xeno took pity on him and went along with it.

Granted, their dance moves were totally pathetic. Xeno was doing the bare minimum of what could be considered dancing, like slightly moving his head side to side and letting Stanley move his arm around like they were dancing together.

Meanwhile Stanley was not a dancer and looked like he was having a seizure.

The situation was ridiculous. Both of them avoided the colossal elephant in the room like it’d kill them if they did. By the end of the song, the sheer absurdity caught up to them and had them both burst out laughing.

They were both idiots.

“The stove seems to be hot enough to cook on… I’ll finish making the batter,” Xeno dragged on their little game.

“Got it.”

“And Stan?” Xeno said. Stanley perked up at the mention of his name in that melodious, precise voice he loved so much. “Be sure not to dance like that in public, yes? We wouldn’t want anyone calling an ambulance thinking that something is the matter with you.”

“You asshole.”

After they finished the pancakes and put them on plates, they both went to the living room to eat them. But Stanley had to go to the bathroom to properly clean up before anything.

When he got back, Xeno was halfway done with his first pancake, his face clean of any syrup or crumbs. How very elegant, Stanley thought sarcastically.

“While you were gone, your phone made a noise. I assume a notification of some sort.”

Stanley very much had forgotten about the callbacks today. Could that be what it was? He finds it hard to believe he actually got a role. But hey, maybe they had no choice because no one else would probably want the boring role he went for.

He unlocked his phone and opened the email with a tired yawn, reaching for his fork as he did so.

As he read the text, his eyes went wide and he dropped the fork, making a sudden clinking sound when it hit the plate.

“Stan, is something wrong?”

No fucking way.

Chapter Text

The fucking lion.

Stanley got the fucking lion.

One of the four major roles in the play.

“Stop laughing at me…” Stanley mumbled, blushing to the tips of his ears from the way Xeno kept trying to hold back his snorts of laughter and was failing.

Xeno already finished his pancakes, apparently Stanley getting a role was the funniest thing in the world to him. “I am not laughing!” He says while laughing. “It’s just… I’m not quite certain ‘moving’ is the word I’d use to describe your unforgettably dull performance.”

Son of a bitch. Then, his phone dinged, a text from an unknown number. “Congrats on the role… It’s Gen by the way,” he read out loud. “Should’ve known he had something to do with this.” He ran a hand through his blonde hair.

“That fellow always has some type of plan brewing in his sleeves.” Xeno's amused grin was doing nothing for Stan’s internal panic. “How fortunate, Luna seems to have gotten her desired role of Dorothy as well!”

“How do you know that?”

“While you were auditioning, she forced me to exchange contact information with her. I was rather worried she’d flood my phone with incessant texts and emojis, but luckily she seems to have enough respect to not cross those boundaries.” Xeno explained so casually, Stanley could’ve missed the part where Xeno said he and Luna had each other’s info now.

Stanley slumped down onto the couch, remembering he still had yet to eat his pancakes. “And you said I was the one acting weird.”

“Yes, well I wasn’t the one hiding a secret such as coming from two years in the future in a timeline where I was murdered.”

Stan chewed slowly. “That’s fair.”

“My, I can’t wait to see how you look in your cute little lion costume. Would you like me to be the one to draw on the whiskers?” Only Xeno can make such a mocking tease sound so hot.

“You think you're funny.” Stanley stared back at him, deadpan.

“Not particularly, but I’d like to believe I occasionally have my comedic instances.” The smugness on his smirk as he spoke was palpable. Nope, not gonna work for Stan.

He casually placed his plate back onto the table and crawled on the couch closer to Xeno with a froward gleam painting his gold-hued eyes. “I’ll show you a comedic instance.” Xeno’s calm demeanor fell and was replaced by a look of horror.

“Stanley, no!”

He ignored Xeno’s pleas and threw himself forward, but unlike last time, Xeno was more prepared. Granted, it wouldn’t help in the grand scheme of things as Stanley was much stronger than him, but it gave him a chance to try redirecting Stan’s wrists.

Which worked, for a few seconds before Stan was back on him.

They pushed back and forth at the other, Xeno desperately trying to block his torturous tickling and Stanley trying to avenge his wounded pride.

‘Twas a long battle, a pivotal battle that would turn the tide in this war. Each side had their strengths used to the highest degree. Xeno’s careful thinking and Stanley’s strength, which one would come out on top?

Turns out—neither of them.

Unfortunately, Stanley’s couch wasn’t that big and the hand he’s using to support himself while his other attacks, slowly gaining the advantage, was holding on to the edge. All it took was a slip and they both plummeted down flat onto the couch—Xeno on his back and Stanley on top of him, having almost banged his forehead on the armrest.

It took less than five seconds for Stanley to process what happened and curse himself. Right, laws of gravity and all that. Lifting his head, he found himself face-to-face with Xeno—literally, their noses were touching.

“I’m starting to reckon you’re doing this on purpose,” Xeno didn’t show embarrassment, keeping his tone cool and calm—even if it was anything but on the inside.

“I’m not,” Stanley replied.

For a brief second, Xeno’s deep gaze flickered to his lips, then back at the doors to his soul that did nothing to hide the devotion he had to the other. “You’re not wearing the lipstick I gave you.”

Stanley took the short time to ponder the random statement, then sat up as it processed. “Guess I forgot… Sorry I didn’t want my house burning down.”

Xeno scoffed, casting him an offended look. “You dare insult my cooking skills to my face?”

“What skills?” Stanley smirked.

With a playful shove lacking real force, Xeno rose from his seat.

“Where are you going?”

“The restroom, is that acceptable?” Obsidian eyes flashed in his direction fleetingly. Stanley raised a curious brow.

“It’s fine, it’s just that… bathroom’s the other way.”

Xeno nodded. “I am aware. I was also going to grab a glass of water.”

“Alright,” Stanley didn’t think anything of it.

After Xeno got back ten minutes later, Stanley was finished with his food. He washed their dishes and settled down next to Xeno. Then, before diving back into their investigation, they decided to watch a movie neither really paid attention to while sitting closer than they needed to.

•••

Come to find out, when Stanley arrived at rehearsal, the teacher decided to give him a larger role than he auditioned because it was unlike any other she’s seen (seriously, he just read off a damn piece of paper) because he took his understanding of the characters to another level with… “brilliant interpretation” as suggested to her by another student she won’t name.

But it was pretty damn obvious Gen was behind it.

Luna was casted for Dorothy, as Xeno told him, and Gen got the role of the Scarecrow. As for the Tin Man, it was some random kid with glasses, a real stickler for the rules. Here because of a dare, which made a lot of sense.

Since he preferred to rehearse by himself most of the time, it was mostly just him, Luna, and Gen.

Unfortunately, it kept him busy and Xeno had many backstage duties to tend to, so they never had much time to interact. A similar thing with Gen, but in a different capacity. Gen was a professional at being professional, Stanley didn’t get many chances to genuinely talk to him outside of Gen giving him pointers and reading out his lines.

Stanley still couldn’t believe he was doing this.

Him, the quiet punk who slacked off and got surprisingly good grades, who only caused trouble when others caused it for him. Best friend with the smartest and most stoic kid in school, the only one with a better poker face than himself.

But as he’s come to find out, Gen was the actual number one when it came to concealing his emotions. Stanley can’t hope to get a read on him.

Even after the weeks he’s spent close to him after school.

It was easy to observe him, but he felt like they hadn’t learned anything new since agreeing to do this whole thing together.

Heck, Ibara was easier to read than him. Stanley spent the entirety of history glaring daggers at him while he remained none the wiser, trying to stare down girls’ low-cut shirts. Only until Xeno kicked him in the shin did he stop. The good thing about the new semester were the changes in some’s schedules—like Xeno now being in his same history class. But bad because of the changes in some’s schedules—he no longer had any classes with Gen. This damn play was all they had to work with.

The routine was more draining than expected. For four days a week, there’d be rehearsal from the final bell to 5:30 in the evening. While Luna was putting her whole heart into reciting lines with Gen next to her, Stanley flickered a longing glance at Xeno, who was busy hovering over two other students with Senku, who were struggling with a prop Xeno or his leek friend would never have trouble with.

Today was an anxious day for him. He considered trying to convince Xeno to stay home with him, but ultimately decided against it.

After all, Xeno went missing in that neighborhood, it’d be better to avoid it.

The date was February 13th, the day Xeno went missing.

Stanley didn’t bring it up this morning, and Xeno didn’t either. On the drive to school, he wondered if it was possible that Xeno forgot what date Stan said it happened on. Or didn’t realize it was today.

But he quickly came to the conclusion that was impossible. Xeno knew perfectly well what today was and what it meant, he hadn’t forgotten.

How could he?

He was simply choosing not to mention it, maybe to ignore it. Perhaps plot a strategy or wait and see if Stanley’s efforts bore fruit or if he’d meet his end.

“See you Monday, Stan!” Luna’s bubbly voice sang, she kept waving until Stan nodded to show he saw.

Out of the corner of his eye, the two-toned haired boy he’s been trying to figure out linked hands with Senku, who at first seemed against it, but didn’t put up much of a fight, then they left.

Xeno was nowhere in sight.

Will his heart ever be able to beat normally again without Xeno being in his view? Without the constant knowledge that he was one hundred percent safe at all times?

It didn’t take long to find him, he was still backing up his things when Stanley found him. “Xeno, let’s go.”

Xeno stopped, eyes darting up to take in Stanley’s bothered demeanor, then back down and finished. “Are we off to anywhere specific?”

Stanley shrugged absently, still deep in thought. “I don’t know, we can figure it out on the way.”

The scientist stood up straight with a little hop and smiled warmly at him, temporarily muting the horrific thoughts in his mind, replacing it with a tranquil calm. It was swift, but enough that Stanley felt he could breathe steadily again and continue to hold himself together for as long as needed.

“If you haven’t an idea, perhaps we could spend the rest of the afternoon at a cafe!” Sounds like a plan.

But honestly, Xeno could suggest hanging out in a nasty abandoned hospital to look for a UFO and Stanley would agree without question and expect it to be awesome because it was what Xeno wanted.

•••

They took the booth in the back of the diner, one with a window that had a good view of the busy street with many people just getting off work and heading home to their families, occasionally stopping by a drive-thru on the way.

Following a considerable amount of debating whether he should get the bacon cheeseburger or the chili ‘n cheese hot dog, he chose the former.

Originally, he planned on ordering a coke, but after Xeno got himself a strawberry milkshake, he changed his mind to get himself one too—oreo, sometimes a rarity depending on the area you’re in. And he was glad this place had it, he wasn’t in a chocolate-y mood.

Xeno also got a water, which Stanley guessed he couldn’t judge. Real hydration was important.

“How was rehearsal, everything you’ve ever dreamed of?” Xeno teased, stirring the straw in his water, the ice making a subtle clinking sound.

Stanley sighed and used probably the most dejected face he’s ever had. “Hell no… Did you hear us and how cringy some of those lines were?! ‘I believe in spooks! I do, I do, I do!’ ugh…” Stan recites in an overdramatic way, eliciting a chuckle from Xeno. “Can you believe they wanted me to sing?”

Xeno had to admit, he’d pay to see something like that. The mere concept of seeing the blonde man try to push out a good-sounding tune was more entertaining than one would think. “It is a musical, Stanley.”

Stan shivered at the thought. “Just the thought give me goosebumps.”

“You better be sure to thank Gen that you only have to lip-sync to someone else singing from behind the scenes.”

“After he got me the stupid role in the first place…” he pouted, and Xeno didn’t even try to hide his amusement at the sight of it. It was rare to see Stan pout, and a treat every time. “Why were you helping those girls with that prop earlier, also? I thought you were in charge of lights.”

A prideful grin rose to his lips. “They were having trouble, so naturally, they asked for help from the most qualified person around to give it.”

“Not wrong, but you’ll seriously piss someone off one of these days talking like that,” he fixed his eyes to the condiments set to the side boredly, but while still paying attention.

“It isn’t my fault that it’s the truth!” Xeno’s tone showed that he was clearly enjoying his own words, precisely because they were right.

He grabbed the ketchup bottle and twirled it around. A decent enough substitute for a fidget. His dull honeyed eyes met the obsidian shade of Xeno’s, then he smile softly. “You’re not wrong.”

Xeno finally took notice of the dancing ketchup bottle in Stan’s hand. “Practicing tricks, are you? I’m sure Gen could help you. Being reduced to playing with a bottle of one of the worst condiments is simply sad.”

“You wound me.”

“Also, you’re making a mess.”

“What?” Stanley snapped his head down, and what do you know—the lid somehow opened and there was indeed ketchup both on the table and his hand. Xeno watched with interest.

Soon, the waitress came over to set down their items, and Xeno wasted no time taking a sip from his milkshake. When she noticed the mess, she tilted her head. “What happened?”

“I… spilled ketchup. Sorry.”

Immediately, she shook her head with a kind smile. “Oh, no need to apologize! I’ll take care of it. Just give me a moment and I’ll be right back!” and she was off.

Stanley stared down at his hands and cringed at the gross feeling. “Gonna wash my hands… be right back.”

He spilled fucking ketchup on a table. Playing with a bottle. A ketchup bottle.

This Xeno-death-day thing really was getting to him, he’s losing his mind. “Take your time!” he heard Xeno call out quietly from behind him.

The trip to the bathroom was very short. After he washed his hands with shame, he made his way back to the table just in time to see Xeno putting something in his pocket. “Whatcha got?” he asked, slumping back into the booth.

“My phone, I was checking the time,” the other replied without missing a beat. Stanley didn't mention how he saw the outline of Xeno's phone in his other pocket. As he said that, the waitress showed back up and finished cleaning Stan’s mess.

Only now did he take notice of the name on her shirt. “Thanks… Harper.”

She blinked before looking down and realizing. “No problem, just doing my job! I’ll be back with your check later.”

Left alone once again, Xeno stirring his drink absently, Stanley started eating.

Man, this burger actually tasted so good. He didn’t even know how hungry he was until their waitress set the food in front of him and the divine smell invaded his nostrils. Xeno still had yet to take a bit of his meal, staring out the window as if thinking deeply.

“You gonna eat?” Stan paused, cocking his head questioningly.

Xeno finally set the milkshake down. “Yes, I was just enjoying my milkshake before deciding to partake in my meal.”

“Can I try?”

“No!” Xeno answered, too quickly.

Stanley backed off, raising his hands in mock-surrender. “Jeez, fine. I got my own anyway.” Xeno's shoulders lowered, more relaxed, and slightly embarrassed for some reason.

Halfway through their otherwise quiet dinner, Xeno spoke up, his words hushed. “We’ve been with Gen for four weeks now, but you’ve been closer to him. Can you think of anything that might point us in the direction of finding out who the killer may be?”

Stanley shrugged. “He hasn’t mentioned anything I’d say is suspicious. It’s hard to get anything other than lines from the script out of him.”

“I see… but surely, you’ve noticed the pattern?”

Stan’s posture straightened, a more serious expression adorning him. “Yeah, I have.” Xeno waited for him to continue. “Every rehearsal, at around 4:30, Gen leaves to ‘go to the bathroom’ and it usually takes about ten minutes.”

“Haven’t you wondered what he’s really been up to?” Xeno asked. Going after this lead might just lead to something critical.

“Yeah.”

Xeno leaned forward smirking, a shadow cast over his eyes. “Then what do you say we find out?”

While Stanley agreed wholeheartedly, he had no clue how they'd come into possession of such information. He’s asked Gen about it a few times now, and the kid is able to deflect every time. For a sophomore, the kid was pretty damn observant, so if following him is what they’d have to do, it’d be a challenge.

“I’ll follow him on Monday, try to get the details. You should stay behind and pretend you don’t know anything.”

It was evident that Xeno wanted to argue, but he wisely didn’t. “Then it sounds like a plan.”

They drove back home in Stanley’s car, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. After dinner, they stalled time by taking walks around populated areas, both on guard and Xeno ready to grab his gun if anything were to happen that would warrant its use.

But it was apparent that they couldn’t do this for the rest of the night.

Xeno’s parents were home, so for just one night, they both thought staying at his house would be better.

When they walked in, the house was dead silent.

It was eerie, tense. Almost as if the walls saw something they weren’t supposed to see and were dying to gossip about it. A faint stench Stan recognized from his father and an emptiness as if all life had been sucked away.

The only semblance of someone living there was the sleeping figure of Xeno’s father on the couch, or else you’d think this place was abandoned.

“Forgive the state of the house, it usually gets like this when they fight. Come, let’s go to my room.”

So Stanley followed Xeno, trying not to clench his fists and instead focus on the fact that...

Xeno was still alive.

•••

Right on cue, at 4:30, Gen excused himself from rehearsal.

Stanley first made sure no one was paying attention to himself, then began to follow Gen, almost stepping in his exact prior steps.

But he didn’t make it far before Luna jumped in front of him, along with the glasses kid. “Stanley! Hey, can you come do this scene with us again? I just thought of something I wanna try and I need you!”

Behind Luna, Gen already made it to the door and was turning the handle to leave—! Shit. “Maybe later, listen I—”

“But it’s absolutely crucial! Tell him!” She turned to the other boy for help.

“Mr. Snyder, it would be of great importance to Luna if you would…”

Xeno pinched the bridge of his nose, watching the whole spectacle go down. Over and over, Stanley kept trying and failing to get through. Like a broken record.

And if Xeno were to make an educated guess, knowing Luna and the attention she garners, he’d say Stan was not getting out of it. Seems he had to handle this on his own, he decided, glancing at the door just in time to see Gen leave.

He made subtle, but clear eye contact with Stan, and went after Gen’s trail.

The sounds of theatrical rehearsals and hasty construction of props became muffled when the heavy door shut behind him.

Xeno peeked around the corner and saw Gen’s purple jacket turn the corner.

He fastened his pace to make sure he wouldn’t lose him, then slowed at the next junction. Panic filled him upon seeing the empty hallway. He hated P.E. and Xeno really didn’t want to run, but if he needed to—

Yet the moment Xeno tried to take a step, someone tapped him from behind.

First, he froze, scared he’d been caught, and when he turned back to see who it was, the expression of the culprit who tapped him told him that was exactly what happened. “Senku, you startled me.”

Senku didn’t bite, continuing to glare at him like he committed a crime. Which wasn’t wrong, but there’s no way Senku would know that, so it had to be for something else.

“I noticed how you and your boyfriend have been watching the mentalist,” he stated bluntly.

Instinctively, Xeno wanted to correct Senku, but Senku didn’t give him the chance to, circling around to effectively block his path and went on.

“Tell me… Why are you following Gen?” he demanded sternly.

Chapter Text

Senku’s tense glare was unwavering, trying to dig into anything that could give away Xeno’s real intentions.

“Senku, might I please get by?”

Ensuring Gen’s safety would be difficult with Senku in the way. It’s imperative to their plan that he doesn’t decrease Gen’s chances at survival. Senku let out a humorless laugh, almost as if he already had the other completely figured out. “Now why would I do that? Who knows what you could be up to.”

Xeno shifted his weight with a huff, he could feel his irritation fester with every second Senku didn’t let him pass. “Nothing nefarious if that is your worry, Senku. I merely noticed Gen leaving rehearsal every day and wanted to check in with him.”

Senku crossed his arms, a challenging grin meant to mask his protective hostility, a show of emotion the green-haired boy wasn’t known for. “So what you’re saying is that you’re, what—worried?”

He nods. “Yes, that is all.”

The hallway effortlessly echoed their voices, very few students were still at school at this time. The sky was darker and the temperature was surely at the highest it’d get that day, which was still cold. Even with the thick walls of their school and the nearest exit being far off, Xeno felt a chill run down his back.

He’s never been a people-person. Tolerating them and learning how to deal with them were one thing, but to someone like Senku, someone he respects and wouldn’t mind being called a friend by, getting out of this situation would be a challenge.

Not to mention Senku happened to be dating the mentalist of the school, his skills had to have rubbed off on him, even if just by a little.

Senku stared at him like he was a specimen in a cage. Being evaluated while a hypothesis formed in the mind.

Xeno could recognize that look because it was often one he would have directed towards others.

In fact, the only one who hasn’t endured such a dehumanizing gaze from himself was Stanley, because up until November, he hasn’t been given a reason to.

When he did, still ignorant to what Stanley hid, it was more out of worry than condescending curiosity or because he needed something.

With Stanley, it was like an open field of flowers. No secrets between them, only them and different shades of flowers, surrounded by a secure wall of trees. Sure, some of the flowers didn’t go with others, many were even some Xeno considered ugly, but as a whole and with Stanley with him, they were beautiful.

If Senku felt even a shred of a similar feeling towards Gen, Xeno knew all hope was lost. “Even if I believed your bullshit excuse, which I don’t, what Gen does is none of your business.”

Technically it was half truth—he was following Gen because he was worried.

After all, it was the best bet to saving his life.

Xeno brushed some white strands of hair from his eyes, trying to keep his elegant appearance in pristine condition. “I suppose you’re right, I’m much too out of line here…”

“I’ll ask again—why are you following him?”

Thank goodness Stanley wasn’t the one in his place, Xeno had a hunch Senku wouldn’t stand a chance against Stan’s lack of control.

Ever since that day, Stanley’s usual chill demeanor spiked into a protective one.

One with a mission, who wouldn’t let anyone get in his way. He still hadn’t reverted back to a relaxed state and the scientist truly wished he could do something about that.

Perhaps it’ll slowly begin to die down since his supposed day of death has passed.

“Xeno…” Speak of the devil.

Senku became visibly more ticked off when Stanley ran up to the two of them with a confused frown. “You, too? Seriously…”

“Xeno, what’s going on?” He whispered.

“Nothing to worry over, just the protective boyfriend.”

“Great…”

Senku stepped closer. “Hey! You two are acting like I can’t hear you.”

“Kid, get out of the way.” Just as Xeno’s hunch predicted.

Senku didn’t budge, the demand only seemed to make him straighten up more as if to assert he has no intention of giving in. “Not until you tell me what I want to know.”

“You little—“

Stanley’s words died off when a familiar purple jacket turned the hall and came into view. Following his gaze, Senku turned back. “What’s all the commotion going on over here?” He questioned.

“Gen!” Senku’s eyes lit up and his mood seemed to lift by a little as he came closer to him. Then his sharp look returned when he pointed at the two of them. “These weirdos were trying to follow you.”

They’ve been bickering so long that Gen returned and stumbled upon them, just great. Their hopes of knowing what Gen’s been doing has been crushed.

“We weren’t following you! We just wanted to check in.” Stanley made up the same excuse.

“Like I said, it’s none of your business—!”

Gen gently patted Senku’s shoulders and stood between the two parties. “Now, now! No need to get hostile! I’m sure all of this is just a big misunderstanding.”

“That’s correct!” Xeno smiled hospitably.

Senku’s ruby eyes darkened, showing nothing but disdain for the other two. It truly is a shame, Xeno rather enjoyed being on his good side. There’s not many he would consider to be on his level, but Senku, that was a loss. “What is there to misunderstand? You’re both nosy, that’s all there is to it.”

Gen sighed and carefully slipped on his charismatic smile. “No need to be so rude, Senku. Like Xeno and Stanley said, they were both only worried about me, right?”

Senku softened and stood directly in front of him. “Hey, you don’t have to tell these guys anything.”

Gen shook his head. “No, it’s fine. Not like it’s some sort of big secret.”

“But…”

The mentalist gave Senku a look and soon after, the leek caved. “You see—“ Gen faced them, “my mother back in Japan underwent a surgery recently. She works a lot, so I worry about her. This is our designated call time! Right before she goes to work.”

“Oh,” Stanley said out loud what Xeno kept in his head.

Another dead end.

It was like every promising path was doomed to ultimately lead to nothing. They were trying to find a serial killer, they never expected it to be easy. But this? Knowing what they knew, Gen’s fate, and they still have practically nothing to go on?

This whole thing was pissing Stanley off. Surely Gen had to be lying. These calls meant something, they had to.

But he couldn’t pick out a single giveaway from Gen’s flawless mask.

“Mentalist, I don’t trust them…” in a whisper they definitely heard. And when Senku referred to ‘them’ he was mostly referring to Stanley.

Gen pouts dramatically, scanning the situation again, searching for something. Then, his wandering gaze stopped seeing Stan’s protective arm around Xeno which neither even noticed when it got there. “I have an idea! How about we go on a double date?”

“Huh?” Stanley gaped, Xeno could feel his hand tense against him.

“A double date! Senku and I with you and your boyfriend. To clear up any lingering misunderstandings between us. Plus, it’s a good opportunity to bond with my fellow co-star!”

“Xeno and I aren’t—“ Xeno stepped his foot, causing a sharp pain and cutting him off.

“That’s a lovely idea, Gen!”

•••

Gen’s unwavering control over the situation was admirable, in Gen’s world they were puppets on strings. And no matter where they ran, it’d be because Gen wanted them there.

The plan was set—after rehearsal, would be their double date.

Senku seemed as unenthusiastic as ever, but the prospect of Gen being there made him more agreeable to the idea.

He was the one wrapped around the mentalist’s finger most of all—and vice versa.

Quite the amusing sight to be honest.

Similar to Xeno and Stanley’s inability to deny the other of whatever they might desire. Xeno would make anything for Stan and Stan would find anything for Xeno no matter what it took.

Devotion at its finest, perhaps that’s why their double date may not fail.

They shared something in common that couldn’t be said for many others’ relationships.

Gen chose a nearby café, one within walking distance from their school. It was a rather old café owned by some elderly folks.

From what Gen said, it was mostly quiet in there and their dishes were to die for.

Xeno supported his claim with firsthand experience from going there with his parents once, but Stanley couldn’t say he’s ever been there.

Gen and Xeno were already waiting at the front door when Stanley stumbled upon them. Following closely behind him was the last person they were waiting for, Senku.

As soon as the whole party was together, Gen led the way.

The heavy glass doors were happily pushed open and closed dramatically after they already were several feet away from them.

A subtle breeze came over them, making Gen shiver in his purple jacket.

The trees around hadn’t many leaves in the dead of winter. Though Xeno much preferred it over Summer or Spring, those seasons are way too hot. He wasn’t a theatrical person, but he genuinely feels like he’ll die in the raging heat.

Thus, his love-hate relationship to the sun.

The chill air brought him comfort, the fresh crisp smell of cinnamon and wood. Another reason Xeno loved autumn and winter. Whenever he wanted to free himself from stress or think, before he found… other methods, he’d come outside and find a secluded space to simply sit and ponder.

“What are you four up to?” An aggressive voice spat at them with its usual judgmental hostility.

The source of the voice was Mr. Akatsuki. He seemed to have been in the middle of a conversation with Mr. Ibara, Ms. Sterling, and Mr. Nolan before he spotted them and decided he had to know their business.

Not much was known about Mr. Akatsuki, but most kids didn’t like him. The ones who did were mostly girls who thought he was hot.

His full name was Hyouga Akatsuki and he transferred from Japan. Apparently he came from a family who knew a thing or two about fighting. Hence why kids steered clear of him.

“Mr. Akatsuki! Wonderful seeing you being social for once! As for us, we were just on our way to hang out at Java-5! Have you heard of it? A nearby café, the folks there are lovely, have you met old man Kaseki—?”

“I don’t believe that,” Akatsuki cut him off promptly. “You expect me to believe your four aren’t up to no good?”

“What is it with everyone trying to get in our business…” Senku rolled his eyes, annoyed.

“Why would we be up to no good?” Stanley shot a threatening glare at the teacher, who wasn’t the least bit fazed.

He straightened out his shirt, as if to show he was better than them. “You four are troublemakers. It would only make sense to be concerned.”

“Excuse me?” Xeno gaped. “Me, a troublemaker? I understand them, but why me?” That earned a sharp glance from all three of them, Gen’s more amused than anything.

Akatsuki chuckled mockingly. “You think you’re sneaky, don’t you? I know the kinds of things you get up to, you think because you’ve gotten away with it that no one notices? You were the one that caused that explosion last year, and I know you hacked into the intercom in your freshman year. Yet you haven’t gotten caught because no one would expect the top student to get up to mischief.” Even though Xeno did do those things, he’ll never admit to it.

“Is he allowed to talk to students like that?” Stanley whispered questioningly to the other two. Gen shrugged while Senku firmly shook his head.

“Hell no.”

“I’ve got my eye on you…”

Akatsuki's threat was more a nuisance than anything. One that didn’t mean much to them, because as soon as they were allowed to walk away, they quickly forgot about him after a few joking remarks about him.

Stanley wanted to take his car, but Gen insisted walking was better. Nice to stretch your legs and get extra steps in.

The café was in a nice neighborhood, at least, a busy street with other small businesses.

Lights lit up the domestic streets sweetly until they found themselves in front of Java-5. On the way there, Gen told them the owner, Kaseki, named it that because his grandson always used to give him high-fives after he created something cool with random materials he found when he was little. A cute story, but neither of them could care less about it.

They were all immediately attacked with a sweet aroma when they entered. A boy slightly younger than them with a headband led them to a table next to a window. Xeno sat on the inside with Stanley next to him, across from himself was Gen while Senku emitted a dark, protective aura.

Conversation was awkward at first, no one actually wanted to be there, but thankfully Gen’s charisma led them in a fluid motion.

Their “stalking” as Senku called it was agreed as merely worrying about Gen.

Now that they have Gen in a good spot to pry, they can try to gauge more information from him.

The same waiter from earlier took their orders and went to the back where an old man, Kaseki they presumed, resided. After handing back the menus, Gen leaned forward in his seat. “Stan, I love that shade of purple in your lipstick!”

“Thanks.”

“Where did you buy it?” He asked, twirling his white hair absentmindedly.

Xeno smiled triumphantly, pride welling up. “I’m afraid you can’t buy that exact lipstick anywhere—I created it with the power of science.”

“Wait, you made it?” Gen’s mouth fell agape and gazed back at Stan’s lips.

Senku tsked, crossing his arms, a petty smirk on his face. “No need to get so impressed by it, Mentalist. It’s not hard to make.”

A beat passed, cars raced by outside and people walked by laughing, filling the momentary silence. The sky had grown darker and the sunset was upon them, painting the sky in beautiful slathers of orange, purple, and pinks, a soft shade of blue peeking out from beneath them.

“Maybe you can make me some mascara sometime, Senku-chan!” The mentalist wrapped his arms around the freshman affectionately and for a second, Senku’s mind went blank.

“Yeah, sure…” A blush creeped onto his face.

“Gen, since your mother lives in Japan, do you live with your father here?” Xeno stirred his ice water with a straw.

Gen shook his head. “My dad passed away a year ago.”

“My condolences…”

“Who do you live with then? Aren’t you, like… sixteen?” Stanley raised a brow.

“Fifteen, and I live with…” suddenly Gen’s words stopped mid-sentence. He cast a nervous glance towards Senku who looked equally bothered, averting his gaze. “I live with a friend! His dad was nice enough to let me live with him until my mom got everything sorted out.”

“I see…” Xeno looked between the two, suspicions echoed in the back of his mind, but he chose not to say anything. “What a nice ‘friend’ you have.”

Stanley was turned away trying not to make his snickering known.

“Anyway—“ Senku jumped to change the subject. “Why did you join the play? It’s kind of obvious that neither of you want to be apart of it.”

“We simply wanted to try something new,” Stanley nodded in agreement to Xeno.

“Trying something new, eh?” Gen repeated to himself. “Maybe you’d be interested in actually singing for your part—“

“No!” Stanley shouted, catching the attention of other customers. Slightly embarrassed, he cleared his throat. “No, I can’t sing. Lip-syncing is the way to go for me…”

The mentalist pressed his lips together, disappointed. “That’s an ame-shay…”

“Trust me, everyone would be better off not hearing Stan’s, oh, so ‘angelic’ singing voice.” Xeno shuttered at the thought. Stan’s singing rivaled that of a raccoon in a washing machine, to hear it would be a sentence to wanting to tear your ears off.

“I’m sure it can’t be too orrible-hay! At least not as bad as dear Senku-chan…” Gen shot a smirk at Senku, whose eyes sharpened into daggers.

“You told me you didn’t hear that! Liar.”

Gen laughed carelessly, the teasing glint in his eye all too amused. “Of course I lied.”

Senku’s face grew a darker shade of red than before. Meanwhile, Xeno and Stanley watched the bickering awkwardly.

“But seeing you sing terribly to yourself while you conduct your little experiments was actually one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”

A panicked look struck Senku as he glanced back at the two of them, then back at Gen with a warning on the tip of his tongue. A hopeless attempt to recover his wounded pride.

Stanley is grateful he was here to witness the downfall.

“What do you like to do in your free time?” Xeno asked casually. “I think we’re well-aware of how Senku chooses to spend his time, but how about you, Gen?”

Gen, who was currently teasing his boyfriend with close proximity, halted and turned to Xeno, then smiled. “Little ‘ole me? I quite enjoy the spotlight, but I’m sure you’ve already come to figure that out,” he paused, “but I also love magic! It allows me to use my mentalism skills in a captivating way the audience can’t tear their gaze from. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve loved magic.”

“Like a magician,” Stanley stated bluntly.

“Mhm! I have a deck of cards on me, do you want to see a magic trick?”

The blonde resisted the urge to roll his eyes and shrugged as a mock-agreement. Sure, he’ll indulge him.

Xeno watched silently as Gen took out the deck and shuffled the deck masterfully multiple times before holding it out for Stan to pick a random card from the deck. He could also see a smug smile tugging on Senku’s mouth.

Stan took one, then put it back in a different spot as per Gen’s instruction. The four of hearts, Xeno noted.

After a few more shuffles, Gen placed the deck face-down. He flipped over the card on top.

The jack of spades.

“Not my card.” Stanley leaned back into the leather cushion of the booth and fixed his gaze boredly at the aged ceiling. But Xeno kept a watchful eye.

Then, a grin rose to Gen’s lips. Xeno blinked once, then twice. Back at the incorrect card, and then Gen. Did he miss something? “Why don’t you check your pocket?”

Stan stilled, and lowered his head to meet Gen’s unshaking stare as he cautiously reached into his pocket to put out…

The four of hearts.

His reaction was immediate, he brought it close to examine it and dug around in his pocket in search of some sort of trick. How could that mentalist have done that without him knowing?! “How did you do that?” Stanley demanded.

Gen shrugged with a casted shadow over his smirk. “A magician never reveals his secrets!”

Senku mirrored a similar expression to him. They both looked like villains about to begin their monologue after thinking they’ve won.

At that moment, the food finally arrived, delivered by the old man instead of the kid from earlier.

Gen made nice conversation with him for a while before he had to get back to work. And he was right, the food and drinks here were to die for. Stanley’s sure that if he had this when he was in the marines, he might not have quit after a year and a half.

The double date went smoothly. They eventually got along well and their transition from topic to topic flowed effortlessly.

Gen talked about himself and answered any sneaky investigative questions Xeno asked.

But he still hasn’t said anything worth mentioning.

Senku talked about his hobbies and dad for a while, Xeno talked about his interests as a consequence of that. Not wanting to be the only one not offering anything, Stan mentioned shooting and some movies he likes.

Maybe it wasn’t as interesting or cool as what the other three talked about, but it was good enough and he was no scientist.

And then it was time to leave.

Almost two hours and they didn’t learn a damn thing aside from the fact that Gen was fun to talk to and that they’d be sad if he died.

“Frustrating” would be underselling it.

Evening had come and the street lights illuminated the lesser populated concrete sidewalks and empty parks.

Senku and Gen were both picked up by Senku’s father, Byakuya, which wasn’t suspicious at all.

Until the car turned the corner, Stanley started to light a cigarette. “Did anything at all stand out to you?” Xeno scrunched his nose at the smell.

Stanley dejectedly shook his head. “Nope. Not a damn thing. He just sounds… normal. For the kind of person he is.”

“How long were we in there for—?” Xeno patted his pocket, only to find emptiness.

He stopped walking, looking in any other place where it could be. “Whatcha lookin’ for?” Stanley also halted a few steps ahead of him.

“My phone must’ve slipped out of my pocket, I’ll be right back.” Xeno turned around. Stan shrugged and leaned against a nearby pole while he waited for Xeno to return.

When he entered, the kid from earlier greeted him before going back to work without bothering to question why he came back after just leaving less than five minutes ago.

Nevertheless, Xeno appreciated not being hassled. Forgetting his phone, honestly, how embarrassing…

He froze.

There, standing at the table they had been sitting at, was a man wearing a hoodie.

Fairly tall, but Xeno couldn’t make anything else out other than the sinister grin plastered across his lips.

That’s when he noticed that in his gloved hands was his phone. The very one he came back for.

Then, without a second thought, the man approached him slowly, Xeno held his breath without realizing. The terrible aura that surrounded him grew strong with each step closer, filling Xeno with more dread and anxiety.

His entire body was still, paralyzed by a sinking pit in his chest. An emotion he couldn’t repress.

Fear.

The man stood right in front of him and Xeno didn’t dare look up at him.

The man reached forward, and Xeno rushed to shut his eyes.

Only to open them, confused, when the man stepped by him. He glanced down at the item the man placed in his hands.

His phone.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood there in shock, staring at the phone in his hands, until he swore he could’ve felt hot breath run down his neck.

With a sharp gasp, he spun around to see…

No one was there.

And Xeno lost his chance.

•••

Stanley put out his cigarette right in time when Xeno walked out of the Java-5 doors.

But he stopped instantly when he noticed the shaken demeanor Xeno displayed, walking towards him slowly in wobbly steps and uneven breath. With his worry spiking, he was filled with anger. “Xeno, what happened?” He met Xeno halfway.

“Stan…” Xeno muttered in a soft voice. “It was him—he was in the café!”

“Who?!”

Xeno had to take a breath before he could get another word out. “The killer, Stan! When I got in there… he was holding my phone. But he didn’t do anything, he just… stared at me. And left after giving it back.”

“Fuck…” slipped from his lips. He didn’t pay attention to anyone else leaving the café other than Xeno! “Did you get a good look at him?”

“No, no, I… I let him get away,” Xeno said it out loud as if he was also hearing it for the first time.

Stanley’s grip on Xeno tightened, and Xeno could hear his teeth grinding against each other. “I should’ve gone with you.”

“Let’s just go home…” Xeno mumbled, quickly rushing forward with Stanley’s hand in his own.

Stan wanted to say something. So much more, but chose not to.

The walk back to the car was quiet, not many words being exchanged between them aside from Xeno wondering if they could be being followed, to which Stanley replied with a no.

But he still stayed alert and held Xeno close.

By the time they arrived back at the school, it was darker than when they began the walk back and his car was the only one still in the parking lot.

When they got in it, neither moved. They locked the doors, but Stan still hadn’t started the engine.

Xeno stared off absentmindedly into the spiraling abyss ahead of them. Lost in a sea of his own loud thoughts.

Stanley hated that expression. He wasn’t sure if he should ask, but did it anyway. “What’s on your mind?”

And surprisingly, Xeno replied honestly. “I’m angry at myself,” he paused but Stan didn’t interrupt. “The killer was right in front of me and I just froze. I could’ve tried to get a look at his face, but I couldn’t do anything!” He was facing Stanley with a more distressed edge in his tone. “The feelings I felt in that moment—“ it was like the words spilling out couldn’t stop, “I’ve never felt anything like it. I couldn’t bring myself to move.”

“Hey…” Stankey spoke up gently, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder. “It’s fine, okay? That’s just human nature. You were in a dangerous situation and your body reacted, it’s normal. I’ve seen it plenty of times.” His words didn’t seem to calm Xeno by much, but a little was a start. “And it was probably better that you didn’t try to expose him in the middle of that café.”

Then, in a voice so soft, so vulnerable, a tone Stan’s only ever heard a small handful of times, Xeno said something that shattered his heart to bits.

“I’m scared, Stan…” Finally, eye contact. Tears welled up in his eyes and Stanley could tell Xeno was doing everything in his power to hold them back. He reached out with his other hand to wipe away one threatening to spill out, cupping his face protectively.

Slowly, he pulled Xeno’s face closer to his own, and placed his lips on his in a long kiss. After Xeno’s eyes fluttered shut, Stanley tilted his head to deepen the kiss. It was gentle and protective. Comforting.

Xeno put his hand on Stan’s cheek as if to prolong the contact as long as he could.

Even after the kiss ended, they didn’t pull away as Stanley whispered. “I promise, I won’t let anyone lay a finger on you.”

Xeno’s tense shoulders finally relaxed, Stanley’s words made it to him, comforted him enough.

Enough to cling to.

With a hand over Stan’s, he murmured in a small voice. “Let’s go home.”

Chapter Text

To Stanley’s bitter shame, he had all his lines memorized. He was tempted to ask himself how he got to this point—but there’d be no reason to since he already knew the answer.

That didn’t make him feel like any less of an idiot.

After they befriended Gen, their interactions flowed more fluently and took on a more casual and friendly manner. They weren’t negative towards one another before, but now they felt closer. Not quite friends, but more than just classmates and co-stars. Which was good, but even at his stage getting relevant information out of Gen would be difficult.

Stanley still wasn’t sure if he bought the whole story of him calling with his mom every day, but it wasn’t like he could follow Gen to find out for himself anymore. Senku watched him and Xeno like a hawk and if Gen caught him, it’d raise questions, especially after the “misunderstanding” was already cleared up.

But surely Gen had to be suspicious of them, right? He was a master at hiding behind a polished facade, he was a mentalist.

Damn, he was making it really hard to save his life.

One thing was for sure, Gen had a mischievous side to him and he seemed to have a talent for getting on people’s nerves. Like how he got Stanley his role, he’ll never forgive him for that.

Because HOW in the world does someone interpret his half-assed monotone audition as him reaching deep down into the cowardly lion’s character and how he pretends not to care about anything because he’s not brave enough to wear his heart on his sleeve. Seriously, what?! The adult in charge of this whole operation was a complete and utter fool.

And last time he watched the movie, he’s positive the lion’s heart was as visible as neon lights in a dark street. Didn’t the guy start crying, like, in the first scene he was in?

Yes, because Stanley had to rehearse that scene. Too many times. With Xeno watching.

“Your confidence is very… admirable,” Xeno delivered the backhanded comment with an amused smirk painted on his face. Stanley rolled his eyes.

“Wow, thanks. Bitch.”

That earned a weak shove from Xeno, though Stan didn’t regret a thing. “How very brash of you. And primitive, resorting to such fatuous language.”

“Your fancy words have me shaking in my boots,” Stanley said while shoving his papers into his backpack. Even at a young age Xeno always spoke so formally, like everyone else with a lower intelligence was beneath him. Which they were, that’s why Stanley always took great pride in being able to stand by his side.

But sometimes Xeno was truly an expert in getting under his skin. He’s positive Xeno does it on purpose. Yet Stan wouldn’t trade it for everything, especially when Xeno got way more flustered than him and on an easier to exploit basis.

“I do hope you’re looking forward to our first dress rehearsal tomorrow. I’m looking forward to seeing you on stage with a cute little lion onesie.” Stanley should be fed up with Xeno’s teasing by now, but he wasn’t. He couldn’t be, not when Xeno looked at him with those eyes. A new gaze with an openly longing gleam, one that appeared after their first kiss.

They didn’t talk about it, and didn't need to. Just the way they looked at each other now was enough of a confirmation that they were something.

Stanley wondered, was Xeno aware of the way his eyes softened when he looked at him? How much it made Stan’s heart speed up and forget everything but him for just a moment?

The way it made him want to pull Xeno away to the nearest secluded area and kiss those sweet lips once more?

“I’m only doing this for the investigation, let’s make that perfectly clear.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Xeno didn’t relent.

The dress rehearsal, Stanley’s been dreading it for weeks now. Tomorrow is March 19th, exactly two weeks before April 2nd.

They’ve got to remain vigilant and learn something useful before they run out of time…

Just then, the door flew open to reveal an enthusiastic head of pink hair. “Hey, Stanley! And Xeno too~!” She gave him a wink, Xeno furrowed his eyebrows, confused. All day, Luna’s been staring at them grinning like she knew something… Why, was Xeno’s question. “So, just the two of you over here, huh?”

Xeno gestured to the rest of the room. “There are other people in here.”

“Oh, I know! But just the two of you over here? In this secluded corner?” She wiggled her brows suggestively, finally making heat rise to Xeno’s cheeks.

“I haven’t a clue on what kind of indecent thoughts are funneling through your mind right now, but it better stop!”

She laughed, meanwhile Stanley ignored the two in favor of focusing on something he brought with him today, currently hidden in his bag. His lips were stuck in a frown and eyes continuously scanned for a particular two-toned peer. “No need to get so flustered, Xeno!” Luna’s voice brought him back to reality. Her focus shifted to him. “I can’t wait until tomorrow! My Dorothy dress is going to look adorable on me, and I got the red shoes too! Not to brag, but they’re way more sparkly than the ones in the movie.” And expensive likely, to which Luna was definitely bragging about.

“As long as you don’t make the audience go blind, I’m sure they’ll be great,” Stan picked up his bag along with Xeno’s, ready to leave.

Luna stood in front of him before they began. “Wait! Do you want me to help you with your makeup during the play, Stan?”

Stanley scoffed playfully, “I can do it myself,” then scooted past her with Xeno in tow.

•••

It was the next day, only a few minutes into rehearsal and Stanley was already too itchy. The stupid thing is made out of a shitty fabric that felt like it was trying to tear his skin off. He thought he could get away with buying something cheap since he didn’t actually care about the dumb play, but he was wrong. So wrong.

He cannot make it through two hours with this thing driving him insane.

At least Xeno was getting a good laugh at it. The scientist was enjoying the sight way too much, Stan had the urge to quit on the spot and run away.

As for the others, Luna was correct—her dress was indeed adorable on her. The blue gingham pinafore dress with the white poofy sleeves underneath, right at home. And so were the pigtails tied with the blue ribbons, they fit with Luna’s bubbly personality. To wrap up the whole look were the iconic ruby red shoes, almost too shiny. Luna seemed perfect for the role of Dorothy.

But when he imagines the same outfit on Xeno… It was no competition he would be way cuter in it than her.

Meanwhile Gen’s scarecrow costume looked expertly put together. The tattered clothes and accents of stitches with hay peeking out where they could, Stanley would applaud if he wasn’t worried it’d cause an itch. But as good as Gen’s outfit looked, Stan can’t imagine it was much more comfortable than his own.

The guy playing the Tin Man… Stanley didn’t know or care about him, so to sum it up in one sentence: he looked… alright.

Stanley felt silly, that was really the only issue. Being in this play, he’ll admit it ended up being more fun than he thought it would be, but it was hard to acknowledge that when he felt like an idiot at the same time.

It wasn’t even the acting or the costume itself, it was the fact that Xeno was there to witness it.

“You’ve been peering into that bag nonstop for the last several days. Always with a look as if you’re contemplating something, care to enlighten me?” Xeno saw right through him and they both knew it.

Stan zipped up the bag and threw it down in its usual spot with a noncommittal shrug. “Just something I’ve been meaning to give to Gen.”

Xeno cocked his head curiously. Stanley ignored the obvious implication Xeno was expecting him to elaborate and shuffled by him. Before Xeno was able to question him any further, a cheerful voice sang in his ear, seemingly coming out of nowhere. “Oh my god, Stanley! That costume looks so adorable on you!” Charlotte laughed.

Stan knew he thought this too much, but he actually wanted to die right now. But the desire immediately faded when a smile rose to Xeno’s lips. “I know. Not quite my level of elegance, but it has a sort of charm to it.”

Just as Stanley opened his mouth to retort, a clicking sound chirped from Charlotte’s phone and he turned his attention towards her. “Delete that.”

She jumped back when Stan went to snatch her phone, then went as far as to show him the screen to flaunt the embarrassing photo. “Why would I do that? Especially when you look so silly with that bewildered expression on your face!”

A groan before he sunk his shoulders dejectedly. “You’ll have to send me that picture, Charlotte,” Xeno mentioned to purposely add to his torment.

Now Stanley was perfectly aware that it was his reactions that made them choose to continuously poke at him, but it was hard not to with such a bruise on his ego and usually strong masculinity. Part of his confidence came from doing whatever he wanted, what was true to himself, without caring about the judgement, but this whole play—it just wasn’t him.

The best thing he could do in his situation is to brush off their remarks and pretend they didn’t bother him, and perhaps he’d succeed in fooling them, but he’ll never be able to trick Xeno. “Why are you here?” he questioned her.

She smiled, glancing around the room absently. “I was about to head home, but figured I might as well pay Luna a visit!” Presumably. Stanley was willing to bet the real reason she was here was because she knew how good of an opportunity this would be against him—Luna being an added bonus. Girls loved cute outfits, so she probably won’t leave until she sees Luna in hers. And unfortunately, Luna already got to work leaving Stanley to suffer in her place.

“Charlotte! What brings you here?” Gen entered the scene. His savior.

Charlotte froze momentarily, having been caught. “Gen, hey… I was just coming to say hi to Luna.”

Gen raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that what you were doing taking a picture of Stan? Yes, I see…” She nervously stared down at the floor. “Unfortunately, Luna is a bit usy-bay. If you’d like, I can fetch her! But I must inform you that people not involved in the play aren’t allowed to be here, but I’ll make an exception for you just this once. Just don’t do it again, okay?” His practiced smile did wonders as Charlotte nodded, embarrassed. As Gen went to leave, he halted. “By the way, could you delete that photo? We wouldn’t want anyone getting a sneak eek-pay before the performance, now would we?”

Charlotte nodded. “Yeah, right! Sorry!”

Xeno frowned, which Gen noticed. “Oh, but feel free to send it to the boyfriend before you delete it!”

Damn it.

“Will do—!” Charlotte went still. “WAIT, YOU GUYS ARE DATING?!”

Stan isn’t sure if the situation is better or worse now due to Gen’s interference. Charlotte bombarding the both of them with questions was a bit annoying, but hearing Xeno confirm they were dating, casting a look asking for approval at Stan, that made his heart skip a beat and raise up his neck while turning his cheeks a few shades redder with blush.

Stanley had forgotten about the itchiness of his costume during the exchange. Soon after Charlotte sent Xeno the photo before deleting it, for good, Stan made sure, Luna showed her face with a bright smile.

“Charlotte, hey!” She ran to her within two seconds. They both took advantage of the girls being distracted with each other to slip away.

Once they did, Stanley flickered a glance at Xeno, only to hold his stare when he saw Xeno admiring that stupid embarrassing picture of him again. “Seriously…?”

Xeno smirked. “What, it’s cute.”

Ignoring the way his palms began sweating at that, he scoffed. “More like humiliating. You know she’s eventually gonna ask for you to send it back to her, right?”

He nodded and shut his phone off to slip in his pocket. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I rather enjoy having it all to myself.”

Not much later, Luna zoomed past them. Charlotte must finally be gone. Past them, and past Gen, who was approaching them. “Hey, you two! We’re about to get started, so be eady-ray.”

“Got it,” Stan answered.

Showtime… he’s come to accept his fate.

•••

Finally, it was 5:30 and time to leave. The rehearsal went well, STanley was feeling better about the whole thing. Maybe he could do his makeup in a way where no one would recognize him? Assuming no one decides to look at the cast and read his name…

Stanley changed back into his normal clothes and most other kids already left for their rides home. Xeno was waiting by the exit for him, so he tried to be hasty in his leave, but as he was, he managed to catch Gen alone.

The room was empty, leaving only the two of them. This was the moment Stanley’s been waiting for.

He took a step forward, ready to call out, but stopped when doubts flooded his mind. Questioning whether this would be a good idea or not.

Gen made the decision for him.

“Stanley, are you alright? It kind of looks like you want to say something.”

He took a deep breath and opened his bag, not going back now. “Yeah, I just wanted to give you something…”

Gen faced him fully, interest evident in a glint in his blackish-blue calculating eyes. But no matter how calculating those eyes were, nothing could’ve prepared them for what Stan pulled out of his bag. Those prying eyes widened in surprise, suddenly taking on a more weary hue. “What is… that?”

A question not requiring an answer, but he gave one anyway. What he pulled out, a black, box-like device Gen could use to protect himself. “It’s a taser. Take it.”

Gen held it in his hand reluctantly. “...Why would I need a taser?”

“Just for protection. It’s gotten rather dangerous around here these days, with that serial killer and all that… We’re friends now, so…” Shit, he didn’t really think this far ahead. He knew he wanted to give Gen some kind of protection, but now he needs to make up an excuse to make him not a weirdo and to somehow convince Gen to keep in on himself or just in general.

The mentalist didn’t try hard to disguise the doubt in his gaze, suspiciously looking between him and the weapon, prying for answers for the rising questions in his head. “To keep it on me? You want me to keep it on my person?”

Stan blinked, then nodded. “Yeah.”

Gen put it in his pocket, and huffed out a sharp breath as an awkward tension rose between them. “Do you give weapons to all your friends?”

“Uh… yeah,” Stan muttered. “Some.” Surely Gen isn’t going to ask around to see if he actually gives weapons to his friends. Technically it wasn’t a lie, he did give Xeno a gun. And that one time he gave Brody a multi-tool that had a knife built into it… “A rite of passage.”

“Right.” Gen crossed his arms. “I was joking by the way.” Stanley internally cursed, he got ahead of himself again because he panicked. “But I’ll believe you. After all, I can’t think of any other reason why Xeno would be carrying a gun around.”

Stanley’s blood went cold. “You… know about that?”

Gen tilted his head. “Know what?”

Their eyes stayed on each other without blinking, waiting for the other to cave. Stanley hid the way his heart beat paced faster and Gen any thought flowing through his mind.

“I won’t tell. But you really should be more careful, Xeno could get in real trouble for having that.” Stanley wanted to reply, but was unable to find the words. “I’m heading home now. So long.” The door clicked shut, and Stanley took a breath.

Gen was right. They need to be more careful…

•••

“Xeno, I gotta ask you something,” Senku brought up casually during their morning class. Xeno continued to do what he was doing, as he listened.

“Sure, what is it?” he pushed the other to continue.

Senku took a sharp breath and Xeno could hear him stop what he was doing, almost making him tempted to stop as well. “Why did Stanley give Gen a taser?”

That made Xeno halt. Senku’s tone was low and hostile, dripping with accusation and suspicion. Xeno on the other hand felt like a deer caught in headlights. Not because Senku knowing about it surprised him, but because he had no idea of it himself. Did Stanley really do that…?

He sighed deeply.

Without telling him, might he add?

“Well, Senku.” Xeno stood up straight to make eye contact, making sure to keep a calm demeanor. “Stan is rather cautious as a person, and though he doesn’t show it, he cares very deeply for those close to him.” Senku waited expectantly. “I’m sure Stanley only wanted Gen to be safer, with that killer and that sort.”

“You’re sure?!” Senku raised his voice, making Xeno wince. “What is going on? I know you’re lying.” He’s not buying a word Xeno has to say, and unfortunately he wasn’t surprised by that. “The way you two are acting… always watching Gen, following him around, your weird questioning, and giving him a taser… You guys are acting like you know something.” A beat. “Is Gen in danger?”

There it is. All voices muted around them, distant like they belonged to another dimension. Just him and Senku’s confrontation which almost left no room for an escape. But the truth won’t work in this scenario either.

Deflect, deny, and Xeno’s least favorite, play dumb. “I’m very sorry, Senku, but I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about. Gen in danger? How would I know such a thing and why would he be? I’m afraid you may be a bit paranoid.”

“Don’t play dumb, you’re better than that.”

Senku was right, he was, but desperate times call for desperate measures. “Even if I did somehow have some knowledge of your dear boyfriend being in some sort of peril, don’t you think I would’ve told you? I’m not one to get involved in others affairs, but I’m certainly not the type of person to simply let something like that occur when I could perfectly well do something to prevent it.”

The other’s fists were clenched in frustration, perhaps he incorrectly hoped showing his annoyance and worry would be enough to make Xeno tell him more.

“You’re extremely suspicious, and I want to know what’s going on. I thought we were friends, Xeno.” He cast an anxious glance at the clock, hoping it ticked by quicker. His leg began to bounce too as Senku pushed more and more.

With the room around him fading into obscurity, a strange sense of guilt festered deep within him he didn’t understand. It’s not like he’s the one behind Gen’s disappearance, in fact, he should be dead now. He never had a chance to help before, why now does he feel he could’ve done more to what hasn’t even happened yet. It gnawed away at him thoughtlessly. Drained him in a way he wanted to atop thinking altogether because of.

He should be dead now, and he’s not. But he doesn’t owe anyone anything.

And Senku certainly wasn’t entitled to an answer from him.

In the last seconds leading to the ringing of the bell, Xeno packed up all his things, faster than he ever has before. When it finally did go off, he raced out the door and quickly lost the leek in the eager crowd.

He sent Stanley a text, telling him where they’d be eating for lunch. Xeno didn’t have any intention of eating since he had no appetite, but just being with Stanley is sure to soothe this aching pull in his chest. Senku is sure to give up and go with Gen at some point.

Once he was positive he was alone, he made his way to the arranged spot. Some secluded stairs behind the school, almost always shrouded in shade.

When he arrived, Stanley was already there waiting for him, sitting on one of the steps and at that moment, Xeno remembered what the fool had done yesterday without consulting him. “Stan!”

Stanley raised his attention from his phone, automatically grimacing at the seriousness in his tone. “What did I do this time?”

“What did you do…” Xeno repeated sarcastically. “How about giving a taser to Gen?”

The blonde blinked and went pale. “How do you know about that? Did he tell you, or anyone?”

Xeno shook his head. “No. Senku confronted me about it, so either Gen told him or Senku saw you do it. Either way, I’m sure it won’t get around, but that’s beside the point. Why would you do that?”

Stanley frowned, a puppy-like guilt taking over his expression Xeno tried not to find cute. “It’s a precaution… I’m sorry, I should’ve told you. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

He kept his hands balled up for as long as he could, but eventually could no longer keep up as he relaxed them and his expression with a long sigh, then sat next to him, sitting close but not too close. “Stan, you know you can talk to me about these kinds of things. You’re not alone anymore. I know you might feel like you are because you’re so used to it, but I’m here with you and I would prefer it if you confided in me more often. That may be hypocritical of me to say, but please.”

Stanley didn’t reply. Not because he didn’t hear Xeno’s words, he did, he just needed a few moments to let them sink in. To let the meaning of them stick in his brain so that maybe, maybe, he can stop making the same mistakes over and over again. He was too busy drowning in doubt during that weak moment to notice the other step closer. Casually, but nervously, Xeno tipped onto his toes and kissed Stanley lightly on the mouth, not caring if he got any purple on his lips. His thoughts halted briefly, comforted in the way Xeno held his face gently.

“It’s just a lot…” Stan muttered, heat rising to his cheeks from the kiss. At that, Xeno took one of Stanley’s hands which had been resting on his thigh into his own hands, keeping them warm and also serving as a sort of lifeline. “This whole thing, it’s a lot. Trying to keep you safe and trying to help Gen, too. Fuck, and Luna too even. I can’t help but worry the killer might try to get her again, or that we might not be able to save Gen. I mean, we’ve been with him for weeks now and we haven’t found anything that can lead us to the killer! You’d think we would’ve learned something by now.”

Xeno agreed silently. “I can’t imagine Gen would have any enemies who’d want to kill him. The thing that gets me is how he’s the only victim whose body won’t be discovered.”

“Are we sure this is even the same guy?” Stanley wondered to himself.

“It’s a possibility, but there’s no way to know. We know the killer’s victims are chosen specifically. We also know that the killer may decide to do a switch up at any given moment. Since I would’ve been his first male victim and we know that killer and the serial killer are one in the same.” Stanley still wasn’t use to discussing Xeno’s murder, he didn’t want to think it was still possible. Yet he also couldn’t bring himself to let his guard down. “I think it’s more likely to be the same person responsible for all of it.”

Stanley grumbled to himself, frustration and hopelessness. “We just can’t know the circumstances because Gen refuses to give us more to go on.”

“Because you guys are fucking creeps.” The sudden presence behind them startled both of them and almost in sync, triggered a feeling of dread and panic. Behind them, who’s been listening to their conversation for who knows how long, was Senku. “Yeah, I’ve been listening to your little detective talk, and I expect some answers.”

“Senku, it’s not what you think—” Xeno was cut off by Senku’s angry shouting.

“I don’t want to hear any of your damn excuses! Nothing you guys are saying makes any sense. Why is Gen being discussed as a target?!”

Xeno and Stanley looked at each other uselessly, their brief glance communicating utter confusion and not at all anything they could say to fix their predicament. Frozen in hysteria.

“Senku…” Stanley tried.

“I don’t know what kind of trouble you’re mixed up in, but you better keep Gen out of it, you hear me?!” Senku wasn’t a big person, usually he wasn’t the type to get angry or be threatening, but the boy was dead serious. He turned to stomp away. “It’s apparent that I won’t be getting answers from you, so I’ll leave you off with a warning.” He stopped to look them in the face with his crimson, pools of blood eyes. “Stay away from Gen.” And he was out of sight.

“Well shit…” Stanley slumped back onto the concrete step. Xeno shared in his sentiment, one unsaid and crystal clear.

That went horribly.

Chapter Text

Thick tension ran from beyond the curtains and straight into the back of their skulls. Mercilessly and without relent. Senku's eyes were daggers, staring at them with warning when they were near each other and especially near Gen. They both hoped that it would dull over time, to give them one more chance to dig, but instead they sharpened. Even Gen had finally grown wary of them, shooting them subtle looks of uneasy curiosity. He didn't even bother disguising it, meaning a clear message to stay away from them. The mentalist of the school, who also happened to be one of the kindest, didn't offer either side of himself.

Xeno can't blame them for reacting like that, he'd probably do the same. Hell, he almost did when Stanley gave him a gun. But if he were being honest, he was more worried than anything.

The truth wasn't much better. He didn't want to believe what Stanley told him. No one would, but facts are still facts whether you accept them or not. He's always known that. And when Stanley stared at him with those lost eyes, pleading, begging him to trust him—all he could do was disguise his fear and remain calm to comfort his friend.

Now that Xeno thought back, Stanley acted exactly how Senku was acting with Gen. Constantly shooing others away from Gen when they got too close, on the lookout for a danger he couldn't see.

Sky fell into darkness as evening approached, the tickets for the play were sold out and the seats were packed. Stanley backed away from the curtains with a sigh. April 2nd has arrived, the night of the play. Behind him was Gen, slowly talking nervous kids through their anxiety and getting in some last minute rehearsing with Luna.
The play started in ten minutes, Stanley hadn't gotten into his costume yet. His scene was quite a ways into the play and he'd rather not wear the itchy thing when he didn't need to.

"Are you nervous, Stan?" Xeno says. Stanley frowned.

"Of course I am… not about the play, but about you know what. He's fine for now, but that doesn't mean it still won't happen because we're here. That'd be too easy."

Xeno stepped forward, patting his shoulder awkwardly in an attempt to lend some form of comfort. "Stan, it'll be okay. As long as we're attentive, you can pull this off. We should stick close to him, no matter if he wants it or not. If we need to, we can make up a half-truth." Stanley leaned against the wall, his head dipping down. "You seem rather pale, perhaps a few sips of water will do you some good."

Stanley left after Xeno through the back doors into the hallway, their hunt for the nearest water fountain short. Yet the water didn't help a lot, he hoped it’d work like some sort of miracle cure for anxiety, but no luck.

What did make him stop was the sight of a familiar figure sneaking by. Tall, skinny, old, and unbearably wrinkly, almost as bad as his mustache. "It's Mr. Ibara..."

Xeno followed his gaze and in a cautious manner, spoke in a breath. "What's he doing here?"

"I don't know," Stanley straightened up and changed course to the same direction as the suspicious teacher. Xeno grabbed his wrist, alarm and confusion written all over his face.

"Stanley, where are you going?! The play is starting!"

"Cover for me, I gotta go." With that, Stan shook free of Xeno's grasp and ran off. It took everything within the scientist not to yell at the idiot that was his best friend. Stanley thought far too highly of him, how can he simply 'cover for him'?!

"Where's Stanley?!" One of the backstage staff frantically asked when he returned, worry covering her face and everyone else around.

A sharp huff escaped him, cleared his throat, and answered in a small voice almost cracking. "Stanley is… feeling under the weather, so he is a bit preoccupied at the moment."

"Is he going to make it back in time?! His understudy isn't here…" What a painful coincidence.

Xeno glanced ahead, past the students at the door that led to the hallway and brushed a stray strand of hair from his face. "He should be able to make it back, though I can't promise it'll be right on time."

Everyone's shoulders slumped in sync, breaking into small groups and whispering amongst themselves. Nothing good he'd assume. "You two better not be up to something," Senku appeared next to him speaking in a low serious voice. "If you guys ruin this play for Gen, I'll make you apologize in a way you won’t forget."

You better make it back, Stanley… If Ibara doesn't kill him by the end of the night, Xeno will.

•••

Stanley hid behind corners, his steps sounded as light as feathers. Ibara didn't seem to notice him, so either he was oblivious or too focused on whatever he was up to. Thoughts swirled in his head. Were our suspicions right? Is Ibara the killer? What is he doing?

Whatever the case, he had his full guard up, both of them did. Ibara didn't know he was there, but Stan knows what kind of man he is. Despite the wrinkly slimeball he is, he was a cautious man, a smart one at that. But he wasn't in the military like Stanley was, so that's one advantage he had over him among many others.

Ibara carried himself swiftly, glancing around in perfectly timed intervals which made it all too obvious how he didn’t want anyone to see what he was doing.

The sounds of the distant crowd die as Ibara opens a door leading outside, leading to a different part of the school building.

Stanley hid flatly against the wall, watching in the reflection of an abandoned chair in the hall until Ibara unlocked a door at the end of the outside corridor and it closed behind him. For caution he kept himself hidden in the bushes on the left until he reached the door.

First, he glanced through the glass. Seeing as the coast was clear, he popped up from his spot and gripped the handle only to find it locked.

“Damn it, of course he locked the fucking thing.” Quickly, he shifted to following a new plan, observing the man through the windows. He stuck close to the wall, through the windows and even smaller windows on the heavy doors, Stanley tracked his location until Ibara opened a particular classroom and walked inside.

Stanley ducked and took a breath, Ibara’s eyes had been dead set on the computer, so he luckily wasn’t spotted.

But the strange thing about Ibara being in this particular classroom was simply because it wasn’t his.

This was Hyouga Akatsuki’s classroom, and from what Stanley knew of those two and the way they outwardly disliked one another, Ibara had no business snooping around in his room.

With more courage in his arsenal, Stan peeked his head from below the glass. Ibara turned the computer on, fumbled around in his pocket for something, and plugged it into the computer. When Stanley focused his eyes to see what it was, he noticed it to be some kind of flash drive.

Then he just began typing away casually, as if this were the most normal thing in the world with a wide sinister grin on his face.

“Just what are you up to, Ibara?” Stanley mumbled under a breath.

•••

“This is bad! This is really really bad!” One of the other students was starting to freak out, he was barely managing to keep his voice quiet enough for the audience not to hear. “His scene is on in less than a minute, what are we gonna do?”

The backstage crew frantically ran around like headless chickens. Panicked and ungraceful. Everything they’ve been working towards for weeks on the brink of destruction.

Xeno thought their passion for the project was admirable, but this was starting to become a hopeless endeavor.

“Does anyone know the lion’s lines?” Senku asked the crew, everyone shook their heads despairingly.

Suddenly, one of the blonde girls comes up to him. “Xeno, do you know Stanley’s lines?”

Xeno already knew what she was about to suggest, and he was not allowed to let that happen in any universe. “I’m afraid not. Not a single bit.” His reply is without hesitation.

The girl glanced uselessly at the three stars onstage, who were now awkwardly standing by with perplexed expressions. Wondering why Stanley wasn’t there. Then she looked back at Xeno with an apologetic look and grabbed his shoulders. “I hope you know how to improv!” And pushed him right onto the stage before he could reply.

“What?! No—!”

Right away, he found himself momentarily blinded by the bright spotlights. But he almost wished his eyes hadn’t adjusted, because what he saw next was an expectant audience, seats filled to the brim, they had to grab extra chairs, and his co-stars looking between each other unsure.

There is no coming back from this. Xeno’s not positive if he’s ever been in such a humiliating position in all his life.

Unfortunately, improv is not Xeno’s forte. Especially in a contact such as… this. “I’m actually going to kill you, Stanley…” he cursed.

Sensing the audience beginning to grow restless and more puzzled by the second, Gen in his scarecrow costume is the first to recompose himself to save the day. He gasps loudly with dramatic flair, grabbing the audience’s attention. “Oh no! Don’t tell me—! Could it be you’re the apathetic scientist who lives in these woods?!”

Xeno furrowed his brows, also picking up on some murmuring in the crowd.

Luna stares at the two as if they’d both gone insane before finally catching on and nodding. She, too, gasped very dramatically. It was almost applause worthy. “The apathetic scientist?! That sounds absolutely terrifying! What makes him so apathetic?” She asked the scarecrow.

“He is called the apathetic scientist because he killed all the other animals in these woods to use as test subjects! Without! Remorse!”

Audible gasps rang out, including a more hidden one from Luna. Her mouth fell open in shock and this time, genuine horror. “That’s a little dark, don’t you think?” She whispered. Gen shrugged

Xeno stood there, deadpan. “Yes, this is very true,” he said without an ounce of care because honestly, he really didn’t. He is already counting down the seconds until he can leave this cruel joke.

“And you specifically target lions?! Especially the cowardly ones?” Sounds of lightbulbs lighting up in the crowd’s heads. For whatever reason… Then again, Xeno’s never been known to be an artistic person, so whatever epiphany lit up in their brains when right over his head.

“Mhm.”

“And your only wish is to have the humanity to feel remorse, so that you may no longer be apathetic?” Xeno is still salty about not being able to talk to Gen anymore after Senku overheard their talk, but he was making this much easier for Xeno to handle. Making up a character for him to simply nod to.

“Mm, sure.”

Luna kicks back into gear, trying to salvage from the original script what they still can. “Then you should come with us to see the Wizard! I’m sure he can grant you some humanity easily!”

“Magic isn’t real.”

A beat. And an echoing silence that dragged on for so long, Xeno wondered if he said something wrong. All eyes were on him, but he was at least grateful no pair belonged to Stanley. Speaking of Stanley, where the hell did he go?! This whole thing is his fault! Xeno considered himself to be a mature person, but right now, he really felt the urge to stomp and whine out of anger.

Now that is something there’s really no coming back from, so he decided to not. He could see Senku shaking his head from backstage and cringed.

From this point further, Senku hating him would be fully understandable.

His inner battle is cut short when Luna steps forward to slap him across the face. Not hard, but it still hurts and he is definitely not letting this go without payback.

“How dare you! Magic is real, you’re so insensitive… my grandfather was a magician, you know! And he’s dead now! Like, really dead! For you to just mock his memory like that, you’re horrible!”

They’re way off the mark, the track is nonexistent at this point.

•••

Stanley has been watching Ibara for the last several hours, but nothing else stood out. He really wished he could see what he was doing on that computer.

Hopefully the play is going well without him, he’ll have to apologize to Xeno for having him stall.

Other than the computer’s light shining on Ibara’s dry bones, the room was dark. Another light appeared, this one coming from Ibara’s phone, which he’d placed earlier on the table. Instantly, he forgot about whatever his agenda was to look at the notification, after a second of reading, he snapped his head to the window Stanley was at.

In surprise, he stumbled in his attempt to hide. He could hear Ibara walk closer slowly, almost calculated. Then stop. Stanley held his breath.

The steps walked away, and when Stanley looked up, the curtain was closed.

“Damn it, how did he know? It’s almost like… someone told him.”

Stanley hopped to his feet and maneuvers out of the bushes and onto the stone path, and looked around the area. If someone told Ibara that he was there, then there must be someone close that can see him.

The question was from where? It’s already gotten much darker than it had been when he and Xeno got there early. Without any night goggles, seeing in the dark isn’t easy. But Stanley’s always been a night owl, so for him, it was an easy task.

It didn’t take long until he spotted a figure hiding behind a tree on the opposite side of the clearing. He turned to approach, but froze mid-step when a hand landed on his shoulder.

“Excuse me, young man… students aren’t supposed to be wandering the campus at night,” Ibara said.

Crap, Stanley thought. “Oh, me? I was just… looking for where the play was happening.” It was a pretty damn obvious lie, but if Ibara knew what was good for himself, he’ll go along with any excuse he can cling to.

“Is that so? Well I’m afraid you’re going the wrong way. It’s actually taking place in the auditorium… that way.” He pointed.

Stanley tilted his head cluelessly. “Wait, you mean that’s what auditoriums are for? That makes so much more sense now.” Luna would be disappointed to hear how shitty his acting still was after weeks of rehearsal.

Ibara laughed innocently, standing up straighter like trying to tower over him. “I can show you the way if you’d like, it’s not like I can simply let a student keep going about when they’re not supposed to be…”

“Yeah, sure…” his gaze flickered back towards the tree. Ibara quickly nudged him to move faster, so he did. It was brief, but Stanley caught enough of a glance to identify who it was.

Mozu.

And inside, watching from the window under the impression she was hidden, Kirisame.

Stanley wished he found more concrete evidence, or a reason to take out Ibara, but he didn’t. But he wouldn’t consider this mission a failure. With just enough information, you could have the truth in front of you and not even realize it.

He’ll have to see what Xeno thinks when he tells him.

•••

Families and loners were already on their way out when Stanley returned. Ouch… he’s tempted to try leaving before any pissed off classmate spots him. “Oh, what a shame. It looks like you missed the whole thing…” Ibara says.

“Stanley Snyder!” He winced at the harsh use of his name and again when he saw the heated expression Xeno was approaching him with.

Ibara took this as his cue to leave, but instead of going back to where he came from, wandered into the auditorium.

“Yo, Xeno… how was the play?”

Needless to say, Xeno is not happy with how Stanley abandoned him. He wasn’t even given room to apologize before Xeno grabbed onto his arm and went on and on to tell him about how he had to endure the torture of playing The Apathetic Scientist.

Stanley was having trouble trying to understand the story, but eventually he managed to piece it together. “Wait, so they made you take my place? Shit, Xeno, I’m so sorry…” he really was. But he’s also super curious about the performance and kind of wishes he could’ve seen it. “I didn’t think they’d make you of all people do it! You’re not even an actor!”

“I know, can you believe it? Absolutely ridiculous! They even tried to make me do that silly little skip with them.”

“Did you?”

“No, I did not!” Xeno shouted. “I have enough self respect for that.” He put a hand to his face, groaning a string of emotions he seemed to have been holding onto for a while. “Have you at least obtained any useful information?”

Words once again escaped him. “I’m not sure. Maybe, I don’t know yet.”

“Huh… maybe you don’t know yet. How reassuring.”

“You!” As if matters couldn’t get worse, a wild Senku has spawned and he is boiling. “Where the hell have you been? You miss the whole performance only to show back up to bicker? This must be some sort of game to you.”

Stanley didn’t respond.

“This night might not have been important to you, but it was important to Gen! And you guys ruined it. Pretty dick move if you ask me.”

“Gen…” the blonde muttered, then turned to Xeno. “Where is Gen?”

The two exchanged a glance, then shuffled past Senku into the gym. After a swift scan, they both realized he wasn’t there. Only the cast members and Ibara who was examining every prop they had with interest.

“Luna, where’s Gen?!” Stanley shouted, she flinched at the volume.

“Stanley, there you are! I heard you were sick, are you okay—“

“Where is he?!”

Luna blinked, pulled her arm close to her chest, and frowned. “I-I don’t know… I think he said he was going out to his car to grab something. Why, is he okay?!”

Stanley twirled around, ready to sprint to the parking lot, only to be stopped when Senku blocked his path. “Hey, I already told you to stay away from him!”

“Move, kid! This is a life or death situation!” He had no time for this. He shoved the kid aside to get past.

“Stan, where were you, man!” Cast members were starting to take notice of him and swarm.

Shit, this isn’t going to work…

And then it happened. All in the blink of an eye, it was chaos and confusion mixed with horror and screams. The first ringing out from Gen when he burst through the doors, his clothes drenched in blood.

“Help, somebody!” He screamed. Senku is the first to race to his side.

Xeno and Stanley followed, trying to see if the boy was injured. He is, but most of the blood didn’t seem to even belong to him. Crimson red came from a gash in his side, dripping and causing other students to panic. It looked painful, but it wouldn’t be life threatening. “Gen, what happened?! Are you okay?”

“I-I’m okay… it doesn’t hurt.” He’s in shock, Xeno notes. “But…” he stutters. “Sapphire is dead! I saw her, behind the school!” Tears continued to stream down his face, his body trembling.

“Everyone, out of the way!” Ibara pushed students aside, but Senku refused to let go of Gen. “You, call an ambulance!” He ordered the boy who played the Tin Man.

Gen’s terror was so real, it disturbed everyone here to see it. Stanley doubts he can even stand right now. “I just wanted to grab something from my c-car… and I heard sounds from behind the dumpster. And when I got there, I saw her!”

“Was there anyone else there?!” Stanley questioned, earning a glare from Ibara.

That only made Gen more incoherent. “Yes! He was trying to drag her body away, I didn’t know what to do… There was so much blood—h-he noticed me and tried to attack me! I didn’t get a good look at his face… I’m so sorry.”

“It looks like he got you,” Ibara gestured to the wound. “How did you get away?”

Gen shakily reached into his pocket. “I was only able to get him off me…” and pulls out an object. “Because of this taser.”

“The killer never planned to kill Gen in the first place…” Xeno’s words were so quiet, Stan could’ve easily missed them.

“What…?”

Xeno stared at him, face pale and eyes wide as the realization sunk in. “From the very beginning, Gen was never a target. He was merely in the wrong place at the wrong time…”

Sirens drove into earshot.

“This was a hopeless endeavor from the start…”

Chapter Text

School was canceled the next day, and since it was a Friday, they now had a three-day weekend. The tense air lingering hadn’t gone unspoken after they arrived home.

By some miracle, Ibara managed to keep the students calm enough to remain in the gym until the police came. Most likely because students were afraid Ibara would do worse things to them if they didn’t listen. Gen was taken away by the ambulance due to his stab wound, Senku had gone with him. At first, he was rejected from tagging along, but the paramedics eventually caved.

They didn’t get home until late, the police questioned everyone present at the scene, so it took a while.

Xeno’s parents were insistent Xeno stayed home with them after they heard what happened, so naturally, Stanley stayed there too. Though his like for Xeno’s parents was going down, he was still grateful they still allowed him to stick around.

A few hours later, word reached them through the power of their phones that Gen was okay and would make a full recovery.

That relieved them, but at the same time, it didn’t change the truth of what happened.

A girl died.

They’d gone through so much effort to save Gen from his fate, and in that dead set mission, they were unable to save someone else. Maybe if Stanley just tried more, he would’ve known.

When Xeno died, he lost his ability to live. Nothing around him existed anymore.

But if he paid a little more attention, he would’ve seen this coming. Did that girl die in his original world too and he just didn’t learn about it? She had to have, that was the whole circumstance revolving around Gen’s death in the first place. He only heard about Gen through Charlotte.

Xeno wouldn’t have made that same mistake.

Even though he was alive again, here next to him, sharing the same warmth under the covers with him, he still wishes he died instead. He should’ve died instead of Xeno.

Stanley tried to shrug off these thoughts circling around in his head constantly, but the more he pushed, the stronger they punched back. The more mistakes he made, the more he questioned whether or not he should keep going. Maybe they could run away, get far away from here! But… would Xeno ever agree to that?

The truth whispered back: no, he wouldn’t.

He frowned, brushing white hair that hung over his scientist’s serene face away and holding in a breath. Xeno’s sleepy expression seemed so peaceful, like nothing was the matter, like everything is okay. It’s almost not real.

A figment of his imagination to provide some strange sense of comfort? What if it was all only a dream?

What if he’s still back in his own time, sleeping with alcohol flowing through his veins and dreaming up this whole world where Xeno is alive? Stanley doesn’t want to go to sleep. If he does, he’s scared to wake up.

The last thing he wants is to wake up and find Xeno not next to him. An ice claw in his chest clenched around his heart, forming the pit within deeper and deeper.

“You know most would consider it creepy to watch others while they sleep,” Xeno said suddenly. Stanley wanted to shrivel up on the spot and curse at himself for staring like a total creep.

“Sorry, just thinkin’…” he muttered.

Xeno opened his eyes, looking at him with a void he could get lost in forever, they held a hint of concern in them. “Might I inquire as to what? After everything that’s happened, I couldn’t blame you for being unable to sleep.”

“I…” he struggled to form his thoughts into words. There were too many to keep track of and too little to express them with. “I don’t know… my thoughts are a jumbled mess of shit right now, I can’t get a single one out to save my life.” He laid his head on his arm, tracing every edge in the ceiling.

The other hummed in response. “This may not be my area of expertise, but I’m always here to listen if you need.”

He considered the offer. The idea of shedding his spiked collar triggered his flight response instinctively. But his mouth moved before he could think. “I’m fucking afraid of waking up and you not being there. When you died, all I could do was go through the motions of living. Being here with you again, it’s everything to me. I guess I was getting too comfortable… with that girl dying, reality hit me like a splash of cold water just how easily I could lose you.”

“So, if I’m understanding correctly, you’re scared that my being with you again isn’t real?”

“Yeah, maybe… Fuck, I don’t know. I just don’t want it to end—I need it to never end. But this feeling is constantly nabbing at me, it’s suffocating,” he continued without realizing the shake in his voice.

Xeno went silent beside him for so long he thought he fell back asleep, but that was disproven when the scientist shifted up, propping himself onto his elbow and peering over Stanley’s vision. And without warning, he reached forward to punch his nose harshly.

“Ow, what was that for?!” He shoved him away.

“Did that hurt?”

“Of course it did!” Stanley winced.

Xeno smiled. “Then I fail to see where your doubts stem from.” Stanley’s lips clamped shut and pushed together tightly. He leaned in closer and pressed a kiss against his mouth for a long at least five seconds before pulling away. “Is that real enough to convince you this is reality?”

“Mm, not sure. You might have to do it again.” So he did, longer this time. Drawn out and intricately, Stab let out a content sigh and allowed the calmness to overtake him.

After what felt like hours of losing their breath in each other’s mouths, Xeno lowers himself back down, this time his body up against Stanley’s with an arm and a leg thrown over and his chest turned into a pillow. “A solution. My weight on you, treat it as a sort of grounding effect. If at any point your thoughts try disrupting you again, I’ll be here as proof that this present is real. And I’ll stay with you until you’re awake in the morning as well.”

“Are you sure, Xeno? You know I like to sleep in…”

“Perhaps sleeping in for once wouldn’t hurt.”

Stan’s lips curved up at the reply as he hooked an arm around Xeno to hold him there. “Alright. But don’t even think about trying to change your mind. You’re stuck now.”

Xeno chuckled next to him, the vibration of it felt through his shirt and on his skin. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

•••

The house was to themselves when they woke up, not to Xeno’s surprise. He expected his mother to be at work by the time he woke home, as for his dad it was a 50/50.

Xeno woke up about an hour before Stanley. Part of him regretted promising to be there when Stan stirred awake, he instinctively wanted to get up and start his day, but the rest of him knew this was better. Plus, he’s not sure he’d even be able to get out of bed with how tightly Stanley was holding onto him.

He could try waking him up, but after everything they’ve been through, sleep is sure to do his best friend wonders.

Should he still be referring to Stanley as his best friend?

The feelings between them were clear and they’ve kissed several times, even made out once or twice in the past month. But neither of them ever outwardly established their relationship…

His face is warm all over now. He’s been reading articles on his phone for the past hour, but with these ridiculous “mushy” thoughts swarming his head, he can hardly focus. At least Stanley wasn’t awake to see it…

“Why are you so red?” Xeno snapped his chin up at Stanley. He jinxed himself.

“I—” seeing the smug smirk on Stanley’s mouth, Xeno glared. “My face is red due to the warmth of our body heat, Stan. You know how much I detest heat.”

Stanley raised a doubtful eyebrow. “What, you saying you want me to let go?” he teased playfully.

“That would be very much appreciated!”

The look on the other’s face told Xeno he would not be giving into his pleas so easily. Instead of kindly doing as asked, Stanley flipped them over, planting his hands on either side of Xeno’s head into the mattress. “What if I do this?” He came closer without warning, and kissed him. Roughly at first, almost awkward in a way, until Xeno tilted his head closer into Stanley’s lips and fluttered his eyelids shut.

He pulled away, Xeno’s appearance now more disheveled, his hair tousled and obsidian eyes cloudy. The scientist didn’t even want to know how flushed he was right now.

Stanley laughed lightly. “You know you’re adorable when you look at me all annoyed-like.”

“That is enough!” Xeno maneuvered out from under him and sat up on the bed, facing away from the other with his arms crossed. “Ahem… I kept my promise, so we shouldn’t waste any more time. We have things to do today.”

When Stanley tried to peer over his shoulder, Xeno responded by turning the opposite direction. Stan scoffed. “You’re so petty. And what things are you talking about?”

His expression fell, and the air grew more tense. Stanley couldn’t have missed the way, the mood changed if he tried. “There was a murder yesterday, Stan. Since our lead of Gen is gone, we have to do everything we can to get another before it’s too late.”

“I hear ya… but I doubt the police are gonna let a couple of random kids take a quick look around.”

“You are correct, but that doesn’t mean we can’t gain any information. Who knows, perhaps our killer will think the same and go back to clean up any remaining crumbs.”

Knots twisted in Stan’s stomach. “That sounds a little risky.”

“Right again. Which is why we’ll need to be quick. After the police leave, we can sneak onto the scene when it’s dark and have a quick look around. If we find nothing, I can set up a camera in the area in case our killer also comes around.” The plan sounded simple, but Stan had the feeling Xeno wasn’t done. “And, I figure if we’re there, we might as well do some investigating as to what Ibara is up to.”

Stanley gave him a confused look. “Haven’t we already decided he isn’t the killer? I mean… I was with him when it happened.”

“Just because he isn’t the killer doesn’t mean he may not possess any crucial information. Sure, he wasn’t responsible for Miss Sapphire’s murder, but from what you described, he was still up to something suspicious. Though it’s unlikely, we shouldn’t rule out that it’s related.”

"So we're basically knocking our two birds with one stone," Stanley simplified.

"Yes, in your terms… two birds with one stone."

Stan hopped off the bed, running fingers through his hair in a pointless attempt to rid any knots. "Tonight then?"

Xeno nods, readjusting his shirt as he follows after Stan. "Ideally." They walked downstairs, the scientist lingering behind Stanley like a lost puppy as he explained while Stan only half-listened once Xeno started to rant about an unrelated topic to the case. While he did this, the blonde went ahead and took out some ingredients to make them breakfast.

Xeno was so into whatever he was talking about right now, Stanley doubted he even noticed until breakfast was ready and the smell of bacon and eggs reached his nose. "Did you make sure to add enough pepper?" he suddenly asked in the riddle of his ramblings.

"Yeah, and not too much salt. Trust me, I'm a Xeno expert, so you won't have any complaints when I'm the one doing it,” and that wasn’t a lie. He could imagine it now—cooking meals for his scientist every day, bringing home supplies for his experiments at home… Xeno hugging him proudly when he recalls a science fact he once told him and he listened to. Washing his lab coat when Xeno needed. Just… giving him everything.

Everything he rightfully deserved. And if Stanley had to break every law, every moral ground to get it, he will.

Skeptical eyes shifted, Stan let out a fond sigh. "But you sure do love to complain, so you'll probably do it anyway. Not that I mind most of the time."

"You make it sound like I do it often," he said in a low voice, his stare morphing into a glare. Stanley ignored the statement, setting the plate down in Xeno’s hands and moving onto his own. "I don't." Again, no reply. "I do not!"

"I didn't say anything."

He pursed his lips, taking a seat at the table and crossing one leg over the opposite thigh. "As they say, actions speak louder than words."

"No clue what you're talking about," he feigned ignorance. "Never really been into poetry."

"Oh really?" Xeno grinned. "From the short snippets I've read in your notebook, I don't really get that message."

Stanley gave him a confused expression. "My noteboo—?" Then the realization hit as memories flooded through his brain of all the cringy crap he used to write two years ago, "Hey!" he yelled in embarrassment. "Anyone ever tell you to respect other’s privacy?"

"I think we've known each other long enough that we’re far past that insignificant barrier. Besides, you have quite a way with words. Perhaps you could share one with me willingly sometime."

He took a deep breath and glanced out the window, anywhere that wasn't Xeno. "Haven't done it in a while, so…"

"Shame, I was already beginning to look forward to it." Damn it. Xeno knew exactly what he was doing and Stanley couldn't be anymore aware. He knew, and Xeno knew he knew. Yet despite this…

"Fine, maybe sometime… but probably not any time soon."

Xeno smiled. "I’ll wait for that time then."

•••

Their plan to explore the school will happen later when it’s dark, for now, they’ll kill time by getting something to eat. Which is how they’ve found themselves eating fast food in Stanley’s car outside of a restaurant, sauce covering his face while Xeno stared at him with a hilariously horrified expression.

“That is disgusting.”

“Heugh?” Stanley questioned while chewing, another glob dripping from his burger onto his chin which made Xeno grimace.

“Don’t speak with your mouth open, please…” he pleaded, eating a fry and averting his eyes, then reaching for a napkin to wipe his greasy hands. Stanley didn’t know why he bothered, they’d just get messy again anyway…

He is tempted to annoy Xeno more and talk really close, but maybe that’d be too gross and too far even for him. He swallowed. “You’re no fun.”

“At least I know how to eat like a civilized human.” Xeno snatched his cup of soda from the holder.

Stanley laughed, his gaze traveled to the cheeseburger on the wrapper in Xeno’s lap. “Right… I suppose you have some sort of ‘elegant’ way of eating a burger, too?”

Xeno stopped and huffed, his face going slightly flushed. “Yes! Just… not today. We have far more important things to do.”

“Uh-huh. I believe you,” replied Stan sarcastically.

A huff, but he didn’t argue back. Xeno wiped his fingers with a napkin, letting his eyes roam, they happened upon a woman outside going about her day.

She was slightly taller than the average woman, her hair was long and flowed like a river. Black like the night as opposed to his mother’s snow white hair. Though it was hard to see from this angle, her eyes were deep pools of blue and her slim frame made it easy to walk with confidence. Her purse was carried in her hand, shimmering gems glowed its rims and every time she glanced down at them they seemed to bring her a semblance of joy.

Xeno frowned.

The woman stopped and unzipped her purse to answer an incoming call. When she did, her face lit up and she suddenly became animated. Speaking in hand gestures and expressive faces. He clenched his fists and tried to ignore it, taking a sip of his drink only to realize it was empty.

As the call dragged on, she only seemed to become more pleased. He could almost make out her scratchy voice from inside the car.

Just shut up.

She spun around happily, completely without shame at the spectacle she was making.

Be quiet already.

She leaned against the wall and started to whisper into the phone, a flush rising on her face.

Can’t you just—

“Xeno, you okay?” Stanley’s arm on his shoulder snapped him out of it. “You’ve been starin’ at that lady like you wanna rip her throat out for a while now.”

“Hm? No, I…” At last, she shut off the phone and walked into the restaurant. “I was merely in deep thought is all.”

Stanley rolled his eyes, a scoff. “You really think I’d believe that?” Xeno ducked his head. His demeanor hardened and flickered a glace at the glass doors. “Tell me how you know her,” rather than a statement as he intended, worry seeped through his tone.

“It truly is nothing all that important.”

“Xeno.”

A sharp sigh escaped him, his eyelids drooped—defeated and sullen. “Fine,” he barked. “If you must know, that woman is my father’s mistress.”

Silence. Silence that dragged on too long for Xeno’s nerves. Stanley’s gaze stayed fixed on him with an emotion on his face he couldn’t quite pinpoint. A shadow cast over his eyes, as if he was trying to decide if he wanted to believe his words or not. “How long has this been going on?”

Xeno turned away, leaning his chin on the arm against the car window. “Since September.”

“Seven months.” Stanley stated. “And you didn’t think to tell me? Why?” At the way the scientist kept shrinking into himself, he took his hand and held it firmly.

“It began as petty arguments, so it wasn’t relevant at the time. I didn't think they were fighting for reasons that would keep them at odds. But I’m afraid their inconsequential arguments only evolved from there. My father started coming home later, the smell of perfume and lipstick stains was obvious to both me and my mother.”

All this time, Xeno’s been going through this and he had no clue? Stanley can’t believe he missed the signs. What kind of friend was he? His friend was suffering this whole time and he never thought anything of it! “Dammit… I’m sorry.”

“My mother started taking more hours at work. And my father started drinking. Whenever he isn’t working, he’s drinking, when he isn’t drinking, he invites her over. Shameless, is it not? It’s sickening, truly.”

Stanley squeezed Xeno’s hand as a reassuring gesture, the other chose not to say anything about it. “Xeno, fuck… I didn’t think whatever was going on with your family was this bad.”

“Don’t blame yourself for it. I went out of my way to make it appear that way in the first place.”

“But why?!” He shouted, Xeno flinched. “You could’ve told me! Did you think you couldn’t?! Do you think I wouldn’t care? I do, Xeno! I care! Do you not trust me—?!”

“Of course I trust you, Stan! But I care about you too! That’s why… I couldn’t.”

“Bullshit.” The blonde tore himself away and slumped against the car seat, hiding his inner turmoil with the back of his hand. “This whole thing? It isn’t about me. It’s about you, and I would’ve liked to be there with you from the beginning.”

Obsidian eyes lingered on his wilted frame, hands involuntarily clenching his pants. “Try to understand, Stan… You already have so much to deal with. The way it is at your house, I didn’t want you to know mine was becoming similar to yours. My home has always been a safe place for you, I didn’t want to ruin that.”

“That’s not your choice to make.”

He winced at his cold tone. “Truthfully… I was a bit embarrassed.” Xeno admits, turning his head away to not see the way Stanley’s expression softened. “It’s as if I don’t exist to them. How could I have possibly told you that? And with all that’s been going on, my problems didn’t seem worth mentioning. In the long term, they’re a burden.”

“Hey,” Stanley says, “it’s not a burden at all. I want to hear about what you’re going through. I tell you mine, why wouldn’t I do the same for you?” Xeno bit his lip hard. Suppressing his worthless feelings has never been so difficult before, why is he struggling with it now? “You always listen to me and help the best you can. Let me do that for you. Trust me, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Doubt still lurked behind Xeno’s unsure gaze. “Xeno, I want you to listen to me carefully.”

Finally, Xeno built up the courage to meet those honeyed eyes.

“I adore you, really. When you’re hurt, so am I. I know that better than anyone. What goes on in your life matters to me. So what if your life at home is crap now? Now we can both complain about our shitty homes together.”

“Stan…” Finding the right words to say is suddenly an impossible task. “I’m sorry I didn’t… say something.”

Stanley rested his forehead on Xeno’s, tilted his chin up gently to deepen their closeness that far surpassed physical bounds. “I’d die for you, Xeno. Hearing about a few problems you have is nothing. It’s just you trying to go it alone that bugs me so much.”

“Yes… I understand.” Xeno flickered to his purple lips for a brief second. “I’ll be sure to… tell you next time.”

“Good…” In a murmur no louder than a whisper before bringing their faces together and capturing Xeno’s mouth in a deep kiss. It was unlike the first kiss they shared in the car together, and even unlike the ones they’ve had since then. This one packed more heat behind it, more passion and longing. The thought of pulling away from this intense moment felt sacrilegious.

Their lips moved together in a rough, yet smooth rhythm. Xeno couldn’t stop the mewl that drawled from his throat, hands unconsciously surged forward to grab onto the blonde’s shoulders.

Stanley responded by circling his other hand around him to hold his waist in a firm clutch.

“Stan, don’t leave…”

“Heh… ‘Mm not going anywhere.”

Just as he started to lick Xeno’s bottom lip in a silent request for permission, sudden knocking on the door interrupted them. They instantly retreated back to their own sides of the car, faces flushed with embarrassment and panting. Then looked to the worker standing outside on Stan’s side with a tired and unimpressed look on his face that told them he didn’t get paid enough. “Ain’t you kids have a more private place to do that? I don’t care what y’all do, but ya can’t do it in front of ‘ar establishment.”

“Sorry…” Stanley laughed, lips curving to a smirk and a quick glance at Xeno. “We’ll go.” Despite the worker’s darkening glare, irritation growing, he is in no hurry. He leisurely moved some trash aside and buckled his seatbelt, Xeno’s eye twitched. He moved at a snail’s pace, finally turning the key to power the car back on, backing out of the driveway, deadpan at the worker, and driving away.

•••

Night fell, the school parking lot was empty. The eerie silence rang through the dark campus. Stanley has always hated schools at night, they used to creep him out. Back when he was much younger, too young to be home alone, he was signed up for an after school program. School days were extra long for him. Once the final bell rang, most kids went home.

Not Stanley though. Nope, him and the other kids with busy parents had to stay after school. For hours until their parents finally came to pick them up. Six was the time when the adults in charge of watching them would start calling parents. Kids weren’t supposed to stay past six, but the adults couldn’t just kick them out.

They must’ve had to call his father a hundred times at least.

When he finally did get picked up, his gaze always wandered to the school their car drove away from. Under the cover of the night, it really did look creepy.

Especially the playground. Part of him felt a sort of thrill at the thought of being able to play on the playground by himself when it was dark. Well—with Xeno. Often, Xeno chose to stay with him in the program even though he didn’t have to. He appreciated it. It definitely would’ve sucked without him. Now that he recalls it, those days were more fun than he gave them credit for.

For some reason, he didn’t get that same feeling as he and Xeno stared up at the school. It wasn’t creepy, it wasn't exciting, it was just a school. One that more than likely had a murderer that went there.

He parked them in a secluded corner of the parking lot, one that couldn’t be spotted so easily, partially hidden behind a tree with a thick trunk and bushy leaves.

“Shall we?” Xeno questioned playfully. After receiving a confirmation in response, he led the way. They circled around the school to the dumpster. As they hoped, the police were gone and the scene is painted as if nothing ever occurred in the first place. Neither expected to find anything, but everything is worth one look.

Stanley was assigned to take care of the area around the actual dumpster while Xeno searched the less stinky areas and pretended not to hear Stan’s gags from the raunchy smells he discovered. “You’re so lucky I’m not making you do this…”

“You wouldn’t.”

“But I could…” Stanley mumbled, Xeno made a sound asking him to repeat, but he wisely decided not to.

In the end, they found nothing holding any weight. Whole place is completely cleaned out. Stanley was the one who set up the hidden camera, that went without saying. He just wished Xeno didn’t stand an unnecessary ten feet away like the place would contaminate him. He was the one getting up close to the trash so he didn’t have to.

•••

They chose to enter through one of the backdoors. There was a camera there, but it recently got damaged from boys playing soccer too close by. Both of them were still careful, wearing gloves and keeping their heads low. Their school didn’t have a wide enough budget for high quality cameras with night vision capabilities, so neither worried about it.

Besides, as long as they left no reason for footage to be collected, it’d be like they were never even there. Xeno made it appear too easy unlocking the door with a lockpick he made, but Stan would’ve been more surprised if it hadn’t been.

“Freaky,” Stanley interrupted the echoing of their footsteps in their bee line to Ibara’s office.

“Quite,” Xeno agreed absently.

Stanley’s flashlight lit the way ahead blue and tan terrazzo floors, progressing past classroom doors and overcrowded bulletin boards. Hopefully they don’t run into anyone, like Ibara for example. Stan chuckled. Yeah, that’d be a coincidence. What would they do then? Sure they’d get in trouble, but Ibara would have no good reason for being around here either.

“What if we don’t find anything? Ibara is a creep anyway, don’t know if getting involved in whatever he’s up to is a good idea.”

“Do you have any other ideas as to how to progress in our investigation? The timing just seems too perfect. Who would we be if we let an opportunity like this pass?” What was Ibara doing on Hyouga’s computer last night? The same night of Sapphire’s murder. Was Hyouga somehow connected?

“Nope…” He allows a long sigh. “Ibara’s classroom first, then Akatsuki?” Stanley looked to Xeno for confirmation.

“Yes, let us make it quick.”

Eventually, they were at Ibara’s classroom door. Luckily, it didn’t seem to have the same stench it usually had during the day. Must’ve been from Ibara all along, he always liked to blame it on the poor ventilation. Breaking into the school is one thing, but being here in Ibara’s classroom knowing they aren’t allowed felt more risky. And the historical posters of random old guys with petrified stares certainly didn’t give off a very comforting feeling.

Xeno stepped to the computer first, powering it on and the screen lighting up. Getting in was no problem for them. Stan thought they’d have to resort to that crazy hacking he’s seen in the movies, but with enough poking around, the old fart just had it written on a little post-it note. He’d have to thank the forgetfulness old people had.

“Sweet, easy enough.”

“Indeed. Perhaps you should poke around for other clues while I examine the contents of his computer.”

The task was easy enough. Stanley doesn't think he’ll find anything all that significant, but if that’s what Xeno thinks, who is he to argue?

Ibara’s wallpaper is unlike most other teachers as it wasn’t a picture of him, his family, or something relating to the subject he teaches. Rather, it was some strange geometric shape. Aside from that, nothing particularly stood out as unusual on his desktop.

He moved on, moving the mouse and clicking on his emails, logging in with no issue. Xeno cast a glance at Stanley, who seemed to be strolling around the room instead of investigating. Then back to the emails. Most were normal, between teachers, students, and business that came with it.

Reading at a brisk pace…

The first didn’t carry much importance. Merely Ibara talking to Mr. Nolan about the play last night and a reply from Mr. Nolan this morning saying he had no clue about it.

Next, alarm bells set off. An email to Hyouga. I’m only going to say this one more time, Akatsuki, stop having Homura poke around like a lapdog. It’s annoying. If this continues, I may have to report you for… perhaps having relations to one of your students?

He couldn’t stop the way his nose scrunched in disgust reading that. Now he’s positive Hyouga wasn’t in a relationship with Homura, but from an outside view, it’d be easily believable.

“What’s with that face?” Stanley came over, peering at the screen over his shoulder. “Huh.”

“I was hoping to find something useful in these emails. Perhaps this could have some importance. Let’s keep it in mind.” Xeno clicked on the next email, then furrowed his brows.

This one is an exchange with Mozu.

So what’s the plan to get rid of Akatsuki?

From two days ago.

Ibara’s reply, Don't worry too much, your role is quite simple. While the play goes on, I will be uploading the flash drive to Akatsuki’s computer and you will be in charge of making sure I am not caught. If someone comes along, you’ll tell me and we backtrack.

Xeno and Stanley finished reading at the same time and turned their heads to face each other. “So that’s the deal…”

“I see. Ibara’s true goal has been revealed. All he really wants is to sabotage Mr. Akatsuki’s career.”

“Guess I saved it to last another day…” Stanley muttered blankly. “Hey, what’s that?” He pointed to a flash drive sitting next to the keyboard. Xeno picked it up and twisted it both sides to inspect it.

“Not sure. It must be whatever flash drive he mentioned in the email.”

“Let’s see it.”

Xeno’s not sure if he really wants to… but if he must. He plugs it into the computer, and in an instant, the contents are exposed.

“Eugh…” Stanley turns away, face grimacing in disgust. Xeno had a similar expression. “Yeah… you’d definitely get fired for having child porn on your computer. Gross. How’d he even get that?!”

Meanwhile Xeno made quick work of closing it all and taking out the drive. “Some secrets are better left unknown.” He sets it down where they found it.

“We’re gonna let him keep it?” Stanley raised a brow in question.

The other nodded in response. “We don’t want to have anything appear different from when we first got here or else we could risk getting caught.”

“I know, I just…” his hands clenched into fists.

“I understand, Stanley.” Xeno held his fists and they relaxed instinctively. “But even if we did, he’d just get his hands on more and it’d be for nothing.”

Finally, the blonde nods. “Yeah, you’re right—“

“Who’s there?!” A shout echoes from the hallway, both boys flinched.

“That sounded like Mr. Akatsuki.”

“The fuck is he doing here?” Stanley yelled in a whisper, pulling Xeno by the arm to the opposite end of the room.

Xeno shrugged. Light approached outside the door, growing brighter and steps more harsh. Then a shadow stood over the door. They hid behind a small table, and held their breath when the door opened.

“Who is in here?” He said. “I know I heard something…” Hyouga’s eyes land on Ibara’s computer screen, still lit up and unlocked. “What’s this?” He picks up the flash drive.

Stanley inches closer to the door on the other side of the classroom. His movements are slow as he tries to maneuver as quietly as possible.

But the click still drew Hyouga’s attention, making him snap his head in their direction and pocketing the flash drive. “Hey!” They ran before Hyouga’s light could reach them.

“Run!” Stanley murmured. Xeno was already panting beside him, but managing to keep up. Unfortunately, he was not the only one.

They could hear Hyouga’s yells from behind fade in louder and his flashlight casting their shadows bolder. For being a teacher, the guy was fast. Disturbingly so.

“Turn this way!” Xeno ran left.

Hyouga’s chase faded for but a second before the light turned the corner with them and returned. “Get back here!”

It took some more twists and turns later until they’re finally far enough to duck into one of the classrooms. Only after they were inside did they realize it was the science lab.

“Playing hide and seek now, are we?” Hyouga’s voice questioned.

Xeno took Stanley’s wrist and dragged him further into the room. “This way.” He opened a closet. “Come on, we have to hide.”

Stanley listened without a second thought. As Xeno planned to do the same, something caught his eye. The chemicals cabinet. Always locked, was wide open.

“Waiting for an invite? Get in!” He is suddenly taken out of his thoughts and pulled into the closet with Stanley and with the door closed, now all he could see was pitch black.

The only sound that could be heard were their shallow breaths that didn’t seem quiet enough in their enclosed space.

Xeno didn’t think about this.

He knew the closet wouldn’t be spacious, but he didn’t anticipate it to be as cramped as this either. Their two bodies are flushed against each other. His thigh is between Stanley’s legs and vice versa, it’s somehow harder to breathe realizing that. He’s a scientist, this shouldn’t be an issue. They were just hormones, triggered by being so close to someone his age. Someone that just so happens to be Stanley.

Though if it were anyone else, he doubts he’d enjoy this closeness as much as he does… Not that he’d admit it either way.

His thoughts halt when Stanley casually places his hands on Xeno’s hips.

“Stan, what are you doing?!”

“What else am I supposed to do with my hands?” He replied lazily.

“Anywhere else!” He is grateful for the darkness shrouding their vision, or else Stanley would be able to see how red he felt.

He could practically feel Stanley’s smirk. “Anywhere else? Sure.” And so, from resting his hands on his hips, Stanley slid his hands down to his ass instead, which Xeno couldn’t stop himself from gasping.

“Stanley Snyder!” His volume rose from an angered whisper to a flustered yelp as a poor imitation of a yell.

Stanley chuckled. “You said anywhere else.”

“You know that’s not what I—“

He clamped his mouth shut at the science lab’s door opening. Stanley pulled Xeno closer against him, if that were even possible. The scientist wondered if he did it purposely or not.

Through a tiny sliver, Hyouga’s flashlight peered around, ready to tattle on any unwanted guess it saw. But luckily for them, it didn’t see any, and neither did Hyouga. He only stepped into the room barely before turning around to check another room.

The two of them let out relieved sighs simultaneously and hopped out of the closet.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Yes, please…” Xeno couldn’t have said it better himself.

•••

“I’m beat.” Stanley yawned, turning the wheel and driving the car until the next red light that delayed them. “You think he knew who we were?”

“It’s a possibility. But even if he did, I doubt he’d say anything or else he’d expose himself for poking around. With the recent murder, it’d be suspicious.”

He acknowledged a hum. “What was he doing there anyway?”

Xeno shrugged carelessly and slumped his whole weight against the car seat, resting his head on the window. “I only know as much as you on the matter. Though I did notice the chemicals cabinet was open, and from what I could see, I’m sure something was missin—“ his phone buzzing in his pocket silenced him mid sentence.

Stanley tore his eyes from the road briefly to see what made him stop. “What is it?”

Scanning over words on the screen, Xeno shut it off and sighed deeply, not bothering to disguise his displeasure. “My mother wants me home for dinner.”

“Dinner. Now? Isn’t it a bit late for that?”

“My family has never been one for social norms. I suspect she worked late again tonight and since we haven’t been speaking much as of late, this is her attempt to compensate.”

The blonde frowned and almost considered parking on the side of the road instead of continuing into the neighborhood. Pointless, he knew, but still tempting enough to try. Despite himself, he didn’t give in. “You wanna go to that…?”

Xeno droned. “It sounds pleasant as a concept, but in practice, I know it has low chances of ending up that way. But I’m afraid my mother doesn’t seem to want to leave me with much of a choice.”

“Is there anything I can do?” They pulled into the driveway and the car powered off.

The scientist sunk his head, shooting a glance to his house, then back down. “If it’s not too much trouble, you could come with me. My parents wouldn’t turn you away.”

His lips curved a smile. “Alright then. Let’s go.”

•••

As expected, Xeno’s mother welcomed Stanley in with open arms, even if it was clear neither she, nor Xeno’s father wanted him there. “Thanks for letting me join you, Evelyne.”

“It’s no problem!” She smiled faintly.

Which is how Stanley found himself at the Wingfields’ dinner table. Dead silent, only the sound of forks scraping against the table and Xeno bouncing his leg occupied the lack of verbal exchange.

The tense air was a stark contrast to what Stanley was used to. Usually the family wouldn’t shut up. Usually Stanley felt comfortable and would listen to them ramble on and on with content. But now? This table was a completely different one from before. It’s worn, unkept. Barely clean enough to qualify for dinner. Small circles similar to the bottom of a bottle were ingrained into the dull colored wood.

“So… how are classes coming along for you two?” Xeno’s mother asked.

Stanley shrugged. “They’re fine. A’s and B’s.” Xeno nodded in agreement.

“That’s good… Junior year is almost over for you two, huh? That must be exciting. You’ll be seniors next year! Do you know what you’ll do after you graduate? Still want to join the military?”

“Nah,” he shook his head. “I decided that I’m not doing that.”

That seemed to finally turn Xeno’s dad’s head up. “You changed ‘yer mind, huh? Can I ask why?” He readjusted his sitting position.

Stanley postponed his answer by taking a long sip at that moment. “Guess I just… would prefer to stay close to the people I care about.”

Xeno’s father dipped his head in understanding. “Ah, I get that… family is important. You’re doing good to not take it for granted.”

Xeno’s eyes twitched.

“Yeah…”

“Feel bad for that girl that got murdered. I can only imagine the last things she must’ve said to her family members not knowing it’d be their last. Like promising to be back later… but she didn’t.”

With a better knife, he could focus on cutting his chicken easier. It tasted great, it must’ve been Evelyne’s cooking.

“I’m telling ya’, these murders are gettin’ out of hand. I think moving should happen sooner rather than later before who knows what happens…” he watched the two of them for any sort of reaction. “Did either of you know her?”

“No,” Xeno replied. “My condolences to her family.”

“I can’t even imagine if something like that happened to my family. Don’t think I’d be able to stand it without you two.”

“Would you?” Stanley jabbed without thinking.

Xeno’s father tilted his head. “Of course not. They’re the world to me. Wouldn’t you be sad if something happened to someone in your family?”

“Yeah, duh. But shit happens. To me, it really comes down to who you lean on…”

“And that’s no one in your family?” Evelyne frowned.

“Nope.”

“But they’re your family, aren’t they?” The older man chimes back in. Xeno accidentally took a sip from Stanley’s glass instead of his one, but no one noticed.

“Family… that’s just a word people use to justify themselves for when they do something wrong. There’s no weight in their apologies and they don’t deserve forgiveness by any means, but we do it anyway because we share genetics. That’s how I see it at least…” Stanley maintained eye contact as he spoke, a bite in the way he said them.

“I see… Well, to me, a real family wouldn’t do anything to warrant those types of beliefs. As long as one cares for one another and is selfless, that’s really all a family could ask for. And honesty is perhaps the most important aspect of them all which wraps it together.” He finished his chicken with a proud grin.

“You’re nothing but a fucking hypocrite.”

“Xeno Houston Wingfield!” His mother gasped. Stanley was surprised to hear that out of his mouth too.

“Excuse me?” The man’s face fell.

“Don’t even bother pretending! You know exactly what I am talking about. We all know the truth and yet we continue to dance around the it like it’ll make it any less of our reality! It’s sickening.”

Evelyne stood up and gently put a hand on her son’s shoulder. “Sweetie, let’s calm down. Your friend is here—“

“Do not talk to me like I’m a child!”

Xeno’s father clenched his jaw, irritation rising to his face. “You cannot speak to your mother that way!”

“Like you care!” Stanley snapped. “You know, we saw that chick you’ve been screwing at a restaurant today. A guy who cheats on his family while going on about honesty doesn’t even deserve to care.”

“You have no right to speak to me that way, young man!”

“And you’re not my dad! You can’t lecture me either!”

“That’s it!” Xeno’s father slammed his hands into the table, making his son and wife flinch. “I’ve tolerated you for long enough! Because of how much my son and wife like you, but enough is enough!”

“Tolerate me?!” Stanley repeated in disbelief. “Like I’m some sort of disease?”

“From the moment you and Xeno started high school, I knew what kind of person you’d grow up to be. A broken kid from a broken home. One too eager to prove himself and who will never be satisfied with anything he does in life!” By this point, Stanley is an expert at hiding his emotions, so this was nothing. Just a sting.

“How dare you talk to Stanley in such a derogatory manner?! You act as if you’re so much better! You’re the one who cheated on mother! You’re the one who’d rather drink all day than get a job while our mother works the whole day! You are the one who will never be satisfied.”

“Never satisfied, huh?” He laughed, curling in on himself and smiling uncontrollably, no humor shown in his expression. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how my liquor keeps mysteriously disappearing! I doubt they’re being used for any experiments—“

“Hey, watch it!” Stanley shouts. Xeno’s rough demeanor yell, his skin going pale and his heart rate rapidly increasing.

It was his father yelling, then Stanley, his mother, then father again. They sounded like alarm bells.

Could the whole neighborhood hear them? The whole town probably could. Their angry voice rose in volume, echoing loudly in his head and growing more distant at the same time. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment his head started ringing, but what he did know was that it wouldn’t stop screaming in his brain louder and louder.

“Stop it!” Everyone froze. “You are all acting like children and it’s downright ridiculous to listen to. I am not going to simply sit by to witness such a sight. I’m done here.” With that, he threw his fork onto the table harshly and rushed out of the room.

He could vaguely recall Stanley beckoning him to stop. But he couldn’t hear.

He can’t hear anything, he can’t do anything. All he can do is run away. That’s all he’s ever done and all he’ll continue to do.

He’s a coward, truly.

After throwing his shoes haphazardly, he swung the door open and slammed it shut behind him. The cold air tickles his face as he walked into the night. No destination in mind.

His eyes were fixed onto the sidewalk, to his feet as he walked. He shuddered at the breeze. Maybe he should’ve grabbed a jacket.

Under a streetlight is where he stops, not too far from his house, because he heard his voice.

“Xeno! Xeno, stop!”

What an idiot he is, actually stopping for him. The steps came closer until they were right behind him. Then a jacket lands over his shoulders. “Don’t go running off like that…”

“Stan…”

“Hm?” Stanley responded.

Xeno finally turned to meet his gaze. “How could you still bring yourself to chase after me? It’s far more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Stop saying crap that isn’t true. You’re better than that. And why wouldn’t I? I’ll always chase after you.”

“You heard what my father said! I’ve… been stealing from him. I was curious how he could possibly be so content neglecting us for his alcohol. I tried it. And… didn’t stop.”

Several beats, Xeno closed his eyes shamefully. He’s positive Stanley won’t be there by the time he opens them. But by some miracle, he is. “So what? That doesn’t change how I feel about you. You’re just going through tough shit right now. Look, I wish you told me, but I get why you didn’t. I’ll be with you the whole way.”

“I… don’t understand.”

“Don’t you get it, Xeno? I love you.” Stanley pushed through a serious tone, ignoring the way his flushed cheeks gave him away.

Xeno’s eyes widened, but he didn’t pull away when the blonde pulled him closer and planted a kiss on his lips. “Stan…” he murmured. “Promise me that you’ll never leave me.”

Stanley smiled softly, caressing his cheek. “I promise with my entire being.”

Chapter Text

Regular chatter took a subtle absence on the Monday that followed. Not many students spoke, some in small whispers, few dared even to breathe. Even Mr. Natri, famous for going off track to tell stories from his old past, was oddly quiet.

Circles and circles, they wandered time and time again. Every lead led to a dead end. Xeno was beginning to feel hopeless. After dinner on Friday, he went back to staying at Stanley’s house. He hasn’t spoken to his parents since, they probably never wanted to see him again after that meltdown of his. Thinking back on it, he’s ashamed he lost control of his emotions so easily. And then he went as far as to run out into the streets?! It’s like he was trying to get himself killed and give Stanley a heart attack.

It’s clear to him after their double date that whoever the killer is still wants him. Seeing him in that restaurant, it was a warning. A message. One saying “I’m still watching you”.

A chill passed through him. From the anxiety or the broken heater in the room, he didn’t know. He and Stan didn’t share many classes today, so he most likely won’t see him much. Students minded their own business, working on assignments from other classes or goofing around while Mr. Natri typed away on his computer absently. For once, they made it through the entire lesson.

Xeno found himself unable to focus. He’s behind on so many assignments at this point that his grades will start dropping. Mrs. Sterling already pulled him aside last week to ask if everything was alright. As embarrassing as it was, he managed to keep a stone cold composure and reply calmly.

Instead, his gaze wandered the room boredly, as if it might give him an answer to the hundreds of questions roaming his restless mind.

Eventually, they landed on Garnet. A beautiful girl with long blonde hair and ruby eyes, quite popular among his peers. If he recalls correctly, they’re in the same grade. More importantly, she was the sister of Sapphire.

Poor girl seemed in a terrible state. Her hair was lazily put together and she hadn’t even bothered with makeup. The eyebags under her eyes hung low.

He knew the best course of action would be to question her, but to do so only a few days after what happened seemed too mean even for him. Xeno can’t help but wonder why she came to school at all. Because he certainly wasn’t the only person that has stared at her today. The only thing that made him different was that it wasn’t with a look of pity.

By the time the bell rang, everyone was already lined up at the door and swiftly emptied out. Meanwhile few lingered to pack their bags at a more laid back pace, including Garnet.

His legs moved towards her before he finished cursing at himself internally. “Garnet.”

She halted and deepened her frown. “Yes, Xeno? Do you… need something?”

“I…” he struggled to form the sentences in a way that wouldn’t seem pointless or uncaring. “I’m very sorry about what happened to your sister. I was there, at the play. I can’t imagine how it must’ve pained you.”

“You’re right, you can’t imagine. My sister was murdered!” She snapped, her bottom lip started to tremble, then she faltered. “I’m sorry, it’s just a lot.”

“I understand. Um…” he hesitated, “do you know any information about the circumstances surrounding her death?” He doesn’t know why he didn’t have Stanley do this, he was better at this sort of thing. Xeno isn’t a person typically described as sympathetic.

Garnet furrowed her brows and tilted her head, blonde hair fell over her face. “Excuse me? I already answered those questions for the police, why do you need to know?”

“Listen, I know it must be strange coming from me, but… I really need to know.”

She scoffed and threw her bag over her shoulder, taking large strides away from him to the door. “You don’t need to know anything. Sapphire’s death isn’t some gossip for you people to sink your teeth into!”

Xeno’s eyes went wide. “Do you think I’m the type of person to enjoy that sort of thing?” He cast a quick glance to Mr. Natri who was still wrapped up in his work and blocked her way out. “Look… Stanley and I, we know more about this than you think. If you tell us more information, we could prevent other lives from being lost.”

“No, you can’t do that!” She yelled, causing Xeno to take a step back. “I don’t need to know who did it! Look, whatever answers you’re looking for, you won’t find them from me. Please, I only have one other sister… I don’t want her to get killed too.”

That caught his attention, she immediately seemed to regret saying anything and shrunk back. He could see in her eyes how much she hoped he’d brush it off. “What makes you think your other sister is in danger?” She flinched. “She’s in middle school, is she not?”

“Just leave me alone!” She shoved him away. “And stop investigating this, you don’t know who you’re messing with!” Xeno froze. As she shuffled through the door, she bumped shoulders with Stanley and disappeared into the hall.

“What was that all about?” He asked.

“She knows…”

Stanley raised a brow and came closer to keep others out of earshot. “Knows what? Did you talk to her?”

Xeno’s chest turned into a block of eyes, beads of sweat formed on his forehead. “She knows who killed Sapphire.”

“What?!” Stanley stumbled back. “Who is it? Did she tell you?” He shook his head. “Well, we have to go find her!” Xeno just barely managed to catch up in time to grab Stan’s wrist.

“We can’t be so hasty, Stan! She’s made it clear that she isn’t going to tell us anything. I believe her sister is being threatened in order to keep her quiet.”

“Fuck…” muttered the blonde.

They walked down the halls without a specific destination in mind. Xeno subconsciously analyzes every new face that walks past, for some sort of crack in the exterior. “But we have another lead. She may not tell us, but now we know who to start digging around to find something crucial. We’re so close to the truth, Stanley!”

“What should we start with?”

“First, I want to check something in the science lab. Then I say we try talking to her friend, Maya I believe her name is?” he recalls.

Stanley nodded. “Sounds good.”

●●●

At their school, the lunch period lasted forty minutes. With Xeno’s questioning, ten had gone by leaving them with half an hour to get to the science lab on the other side of campus and find Maya.

Stanley flickered to Xeno’s obsidian view, vacant and lost. He always could tell what was going on in his mind, ever since they were little. He was probably the only one that could. Yet, here and now, even though Xeno is right beside him, he’s more distant to him than he’s ever been. It’s like he was fading farther and farther away and just out of Stanley’s reach.

He hadn’t said a word since they left Mr. Natri’s room, he wondered briefly if Xeno was annoyed by his presence. The most frustrating thing about being able to see the inner turmoil locked behind those abyssal eyes he admired since the day they met, was knowing how to solve the puzzle but not knowing which puzzle he was solving.

With the one holding the key to the answer being Xeno himself. In normal circumstances, Stanley’s been able to steal it time and time again, but this time it’s like Xeno is in an unreachable cage, perched upon the highest mountain tops and surrounded by pools of scorching lava.

Never once had it occurred to him that Xeno could appear as a stranger to him. And yet, controlled by loyalty and unwavering devotion, he still shadowed his every whim. To wherever Xeno was going, to do whatever he needed to.

●●●

“Do you see this, Stan?” he squinted, bending closer, but the transparent chemicals cabinet Xeno seemed positive had some significance looks completely normal.

“Yup…” Stanley straightened, “looks like a cabinet to me.”

Xeno sighed, dropping his hand from his hip and having Stanley step closer. “Inspect it closely, doesn’t something seem off?” The blonde flickered a glance of doubt, moving close enough his nose almost touched the surface and breath could fog up the glass.

“Huh… it’s got a little scratch.”

“Exactly!” Xeno snapped his fingers, a smile adorning his face. Stanley tilted his head, not following. “When we snuck into the school, this cabinet was open. I’m not sure if you noticed, but I did. Moreover, this scratch wasn’t there before.” He shifted, fingers grazing over the damage. “Perhaps it was caused by some sort of harsh movement with a sharp edge or point.”

“What’s a random cabinet got to do with anything? Shit happens… and maybe Mr. Nolan forgot to lock it up.”

As Xeno went to correct him, a voice entered from behind. “Ha, what are you two talking about over here? I heard my name.” Stanley turned and had to stop himself from rolling his eyes the way he usually did when teachers intruded.

“Mr. Nolan! Excellent timing!” Nolan raised a curious eyebrow. “Is it possible to access this cabinet after school at all? When is it unlocked?”

Mr. Nolan laughed, “I thought you’ve been going here long enough to know the answer to that! I always make sure it’s locked after school, in fact, I keep it locked even when I leave the room during school hours. You never know what kids can get up to. Sad, but it’s the truth.”

“Is it possible you forgot to lock it?” Stanley questioned. “And where’d this scratch come from?”

Mr. Nolan blinked, then looked at the offending line. “Huh, no idea where that came from. As for your first question, no. I always make sure it’s locked when I leave to go home. I forgot a few times when I first started here, but I’ve been working here long enough to where it’s normal to me. The only way to unlock this is with my key.” He ducked a finger under his lanyard and held it out for them to see. “Why do you want to know anyway? Seems like a bit of a strange question.”

“We were simply curious,” says Xeno.

Mr. Nolan nods. “If you say so! Speaking of which, do you think you’re ever gonna try tutoring some of your peers again? Keep it between us, but I’m beginning to worry about their grades again.”

“Mr. Nolan! Can you help me with something?” One of the other students in the room shouted, her voice carrying a clear message of confusion and desperation.

“Ah, duty calls. Have a nice day, Xeno.” The scientist let out a long breath as the older man left them to their own.

“I’m telling you, Stan, there’s something about this cabinet. I can’t quite place it, but the timing is too odd. I swore something was missing as well…” Stan scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, frowning at Xeno's dejected expression.

An exasperated huff. “If it helps, that scratch was there this morning… and I have this class first period, so it couldn’t have been any of our classmates.” The two twisted around in sync.

“Senku,” Xeno mutters, “I presume you’ve been eavesdropping on our conversation?”

Senku shrugged, the answer clearly a yes. “Maybe, maybe not, who knows.”

“Is, uh….” Stanley adjusts his stance, ultimately settling for resting his weight against the table, “Is Gen doing okay?”

“Mhm,” Senku nods. “He’ll be okay, but he’s not going to come back to school. Today is actually my last day, I just wanted to talk to you guys first.”

Xeno felt a twinge of disappointment, and brushed it off. “Oh, why is that?”

“Gen and I are gonna move back to Japan. Originally, since my dad was moving here for a job, I decided to go with. And Gen had his own issues going on with his mom, so he came with and has been living with my dad and I. Because we’re dating, we kept that secret, but I guess after we leave it won’t be much of a secret anymore…” Senku chuckled, then his face fell into a more serious demeanor. “He’s been thinking about going back for a while now. After what happened, he finally decided that he’d go. He told me it was because he missed his mother, but… I saw it in his face—he’s terrified. There’s no way he can stay.”

“We understand. It’s a logical choice. I’m sure wherever you two move, it’ll be safer than here. We wouldn’t want to risk him or you possibly becoming targets for whoever is responsible.”

Senku dipped his head, his line of sight roaming everywhere but at them. “Look… I know that I was an asshole to you guys. I mean, justified because you two were acting insanely suspicious, but still… Sorry.” Xeno gave him a forgiving nod while Stanley waved him off, an unspoken acceptance. “When I was in the hospital with Gen, it really gave me time to think. About you guys, about what happened, all of it. I felt pretty stupid when I finally realized what you two were up to.”

They stayed silent.

“For some reason… you’re both investigating these murders. Now I don’t know why the hell you’d want to do something so dumb and risky, but—” a sharp breath escaped him and he paused, “but if you didn’t… Gen would be dead. So… thank you. Thank you for poking around.”

“There’s no need for an apology, especially knowing we were still unable to save everyone. We do what we can, but sometimes it just isn’t enough.” Senku’s lip twitched to argue, but sealed shut. “If you truly wish to thank us, just let Gen know we hope he’s well on our behalf.”

“I can do that.” Senku’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He didn’t so much as spare a glance, “I gotta go. But you two—be careful.”

Stanley’s lips curved. “We can do that. You worry about yourself and your boyfriend.”

Senku grinned, then left.

“How much time until lunch ends?” Xeno asks, watching the empty door frame Senku had vanished behind.

“About ten to fifteen minutes, give or take.”

“Then let’s not waste time.”

●●●

“So…” Maya said through chewing, a chicken leg sitting messily in her hand, “Whadya’ need from me again?”

With five minutes left until lunch ends, they needed to make this quick. Through Charlotte, tracking her down became one thing less to worry about. They found her sitting on a bench outside of the gymnasium by herself. Based on her calm expression, you never would’ve guessed she was mourning a friend.

“Is there any information you can provide us about the circumstances of Sapphire’s murder?” he repeated.

“Way to be straightforward—” He receives a not-so-subtle kick to the shin from Xeno, effectively shutting him up and earning a disbelieving scowl.

“Ahem… Maya, Stanley and I are not looking into this for a reason to gossip. If you’d allow me to explain—”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Maya said. Xeno’s voice trailed off, questioning if he heard her correctly. He turned to Stanley hopelessly. “Charlotte’s told me enough about you for me to know that. To be honest, I’ve been worried about Garnet a lot… she’s been strange lately, and not in a way that someone would be in after losing their sister. She’s been acting like she’s been treading on thin ice, afraid to say something she shouldn’t, afraid of stepping in the wrong place, afraid to breathe. I tried asking her, but she got really defensive about it, said something about keeping Ruby safe. Her other sister.”

Stanley had a feeling Xeno was right about Garnet being threatened through her little sister, everything Maya said only seemed to support that idea. If Ruby is in danger, he knows they won’t be able to get the answer from her. He imagined being in her shoes, if he learned something he shouldn’t and Xeno was being threatened, or even one of his siblings, he’d take that secret to the grave if he couldn’t fight back. The killer knew how to play their card, if that hadn’t already been clear.

He’s sick to his stomach thinking about it, his body growing taut and pursing his lips. “Do you know anyone with a motive to kill Sapphie?”

“No,” Maya leaned back, tossing the bare bone behind her, “not directly.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“It’s not my business, so keep it between us. A few months ago, Garnet and Sapphire got into a fight, and things had been tense since then up until she died. I didn’t know why for a while, but eventually I was able to get Garnet to tell me why they weren’t talking.”

This is it. This could be the crucial piece to the puzzle they need.

“Apparently Sapphire had the hots for one of the teachers and wanted to try pursuing him. Garnet didn’t tell me which, but from what she told me, he made some moves on her. Sapphire claimed that it was fine because it was true love or something like that, but Garnet was having none of it, so they stopped talking. I don’t know if it could’ve been him that killed her, I don’t want to think that a serial killer works here, but I just feel bad for poor Ruby… can’t imagine what the girl must be going though, it must be so confusing for her.”

“A teacher.” Obsidian met honey, an agreement without the need for being said. “Thank you, that will be sufficient.”

“Good, ‘cause that’s all I had for ya.” Maya immediately focused her attention back to her food as if they weren’t there, just in time for the bell to ring, making her groan, irritated.

As they traveled, Xeno ahead of Stan, he made it a point to think out loud and the blonde made no move to stop him, listening intently. “If it was a teacher, one Sapphire had a crush on, it’s most likely one of the younger ones that work here, someone attractive. Hm, so if we narrow it down in that way, we can exclude Mr. Natri, Mr. Ibara, and some others… How do we connect all the evidence we’ve collected so far?”

“Well, we know the guy has a black car at the STEM tournament and that he was able to shut the power off and get in unnoticed. And that he stalks his victims…” Stanley’s voice hesitated relaying that last part.

Xeno pondered, his brain two clouds pressing together harshly and becoming foggier. “It’s unlikely the killer would’ve struck if he knew the play was happening…”

“Of course. The less witnesses, the better. That’s the whole reason Gen got attacked.”

“Someone prideful…”

Stanley lagged behind, Xeno lost him again. “What makes you think it’s someone prideful…?”

Xeno stopped and smiled. “Think about it. In your time, Gen’s body was never found even though we know after Thursday that he was most definitely murdered, so that begs the question—why did the killer go out of his way to hide Gen’s body?”

Oh. “I get it…” He clenched his fist, keeping his face neutral. “He hid it because he didn’t want anyone to know it was him. Because something he didn’t plan happened and he messed up… didn’t want anyone to know.”

“He seems to hold his reputation in high esteem, so it only seems natural it would reflect in him as a person no matter how hard he’d try to hide it. It’d slip through the cracks.”

From across the courtyard, they stopped walking. The sight of Hyouga rushing past in a brisk walk making them wonder. Not far behind him followed a pink haired girl, a senior and one of the gymnasts from the gymnastics club, Homura, staring them dead in the eye. A warning not to be nosy. Hyouga held a phone to his ear, speaking to it in a hushed tone.

“Who do you think he’s talking to?” asked Stan.

“Can’t say…”

And it only took five minutes until another instance stopped them in their tracks. The bell already rang, yet many students still ran about. Several ran past, all in one direction.

Not too far, they picked up on a large commotion going on. Screams. Talking. More running.

Around the corner, they shared the same anxious feeling blooming in their chest, they couldn’t see what was going on since there were so many people blocking it, but Stan could tell something was horribly wrong. Xeno meanwhile, desperately hoped his suspicions were incorrect.

The crowd became more dense the further they pushed through, each overheard remark making their hearts pound louder than the last.

“She really jumped…”

“Is she actually dead?”

“I swear I saw her on the phone with someone up there…”

With one last push, they found themselves front row seats to the horrific spectacle. People ogled like it was some rotting bird on the side of the road.

Her body was contorted into a shape unlike any sculpture ever made. Limbs twisted violently out of place, crunched and emitting a vile stench. As if her flesh had already melded to the blood splattered ground from the impact, more kept leaking out of her, soon it’d turn the whole courtyard a vengeful shade of crimson.

Xeno’s breath hitched, he felt Stan hold onto him before he could collapse. They were here only to stumble upon the aftermath, but the sound of bones cracking and her skull splitting against the concrete echoes.

Her blonde hair was barely even recognizable. And a few feet away was Garnet’s shattered phone.

Who was going to be there for Ruby now that both of her sisters were gone?

And far off, beyond the gate, not noticed by Xeno but by Stanley, Hyouga stood by with an empty gaze.

The school sent everyone home.

After pulling into the driveway of Stanley’s house, they lazily pulled themselves out of the car. From next door, they could hear Xeno’s mother screaming while his father yelled back.

Stanley gritted his teeth, gripped the car door tighter. “Pack your things.”

Xeno halts, his parents momentarily forgotten. “What?”

“Pack your things… we’re leaving.”

“Where are we going?”

“I don’t know—!” Stan rasped through fuming hurricanes twisting within. “Just… away. Even just for a little while… away from all of this. Please, let’s leave tonight. Take a break from all this crap…” he didn’t mean for his pleas to come off as so desperate, but with Xeno holding such sorrow in his eyes, his heart aches and he wanted to spill it all out to him.”

“Then… I’ll be right back. I hope you have a destination in mind.”

Stanley didn’t, but damn, anywhere would be better than here. Anywhere works for him as long as it’s with Xeno.