[so like it's going to be something like the janitor's closet but different scenario so mind if it has the same wordings]

requested by: a reader [i couldn't find their comment but yes]

Emma stole glances at Wallter during Math class, wondering what caused Wallter to have that constant smile whenever he was flustered. Emma could see that he was fiddling with his hands while the Math teacher was teaching. Emma raised an eyebrow when Wallter let out a soft and unsteady chuckle. Wallter's palms were sweating too, concerning Emma.

When did Tall Wall have such a reaction like that? Is he unstable or something...? Emma thought to herself before snapping back to look at the whiteboard, noticing that the chalkboard was already filled with tons of notes. Emma took out her notebook and started to write down the things shown on board, not trying to notice Wallter.

"Meet me in the field later."

Wallter could clearly remember Mark's instructions that he gave to him before break ended. There was one more period before school ended, and it was the subject he was sitting in right now. Wallter was too focused on his own thoughts that he did not know what the teacher was talking about. Wallter used his hand as a rest for his hand as he continued to think about Mark. The guy that was amazing at Design and Technology even though he kept failing other subjects like a typical popular guy. The guy who was very social and got along with almost everyone. The guy who had-

"Wallter!" Wallter snapped back to reality by his math teacher calling on him. The teacher noticed that Wallter had been what they call 'building castles in the air'. Wallter could feel tons of pairs of eyes on him, making Wallter sit up straight [rip those at the back]. Wallter swallowed a lump in his throat, bracing himself for whatever embarrassment he was going to face.

"Wallter. What did I tell the class to look out for the upcoming test?" The math teacher glarede at Wallter, waiting for a response. Wallter broke into cold sweat under the eyes of all of his classmates. Wallter did not dare to break eye contact with his teacher and remained absolutely still.

"You can't answer??" The teacher shot a threatening glare at Wallter, which gave him goosebumps. He could hear snickers coming from Contaminated and his other classmates. However, the teacher did not do anything about it.

"What daydream were you having that was SOO important?? That's even more important than my lesson??" The teacher asked. A loud snicker came from Contaminated, meaning that there was something 'funny' he was going to say.

"He's probably thinking of his BOYFRIENDDD!!" Contaminated laughed out loud, followed by everyone else in the room, even the teacher let out a chuckle. Wallter covered his face using his hands, hiding his soon to be flustered face. He really could not blame Contaminated however, because he was right. The math teacher let out a cough to clear his throat, to which the class fell silent. Wallter was frowning with embarrassment as he shot a glare at Contaminated, making it harder for them to hold in their laugh.

"Ahem. Wallter, you have to stay back so that I can tell you what you missed, and it's a lot. And if you have any meetings with anyone, you can forget about it." The teacher said the last part in an exaggerated manner, as if he knew he was supposed to meet Mark. Wallter's eyes narrowed in annoyance.

Just great...

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"So that's why you should use my method during your exams. Do you get it?"

"Yes..." Wallter groaned from exhaustion. It had been 15 minutes since school ended, but it felt like an eternity. The teacher checked his watch and looked up.

"I think it's time for you to go. I don't want your parents to complain about you being 'late'." The teacher shooed him away before heading towards his desk to pack his things up. Upon hearing what he said, Wallter sprung up from his chair and snatched his bag from the floor before sprinting out of the door. Wallter climbed down the stairs with an unzipped bag, however it was easier to climb down the stairs that time since there was nobody around. In fact, the school was deserted, almost looking like an abandoned area. Upon remembering why Wallter was so nervous in the first place, he quickened his steps. The butterflies in his stomach grew as he sensed himself going closer to the field.

"Okay so I need to turn to the left, and then the right, and head straight to the- Drats!! I don't even know where I'm going." Wallter exclaimed. Forgot to mention that he was a transfer student. He's never been to the field before... For some reason. Not even during physical education. They always went to the parade square or the indoor sports hall. Wallter decided to go to the cafeteria first just to get a sense of direction. Just to know where he's at. Hopefully.

As Wallter reached the cafeteria, what greeted him was Contaminated and his buddies. Wallter froze for a second before backing away slowly. He did not want to get into trouble with them, especially since he needed to get somewhere. Wallter was about to run, but he heard a book drop from behind him. It came from his bag, with his textbook on the floor. Wallter looked back at the group to see them staring at him as well. The eye contact lasted as Wallter picked up his book and placed it in his bag.

"Do you know where the field is?" Wallter asked politely. Might as well ask someone if you're lost, am I right? Contaminated scoffed.

"What, meeting your boyfriend? It's over to the left, dumbass." Contaminated yelled before going back to whatever he was doing. Wallter was surprised that Contaminated was not being a prick that time, unless the direction he gave was false. [ Contaminated learnt not to chase Wallter from the smut oneshot iykyk]

Opening the exit, a ray of sunshine shone at Wallter, stinging him in the eyes. After being almost blinded, he could see Mark doing his homework while sitting on the grass patch. Wallter heaved a sigh, before observing him lovingly.

"He looks so cute.." Wallter thought to himself before going up to Mark. He set down his bag before sitting down next to Mark. Mark looked up and plastered a smile on his face.

"You finally came." Mark sighed with relief.

"You finally did your homework." Wallter laughed. Mark chuckled along with him.

"So, why'd you call me here, Mark?"

"Well, brickster, it's pretty simple. I just wanted to talk to ya. We haven't done so after what happened with the detective work you had to do.." Mark laid onto the grass, hands supporting the back of his head. Wallter continued to look forward.

"Oh. Interesting, I must say. We could've talked during design and technology, you know?"

"It's not something you enjoy anyway. I know you only joined because of me. You never seemed to like the handling of wood. You're like the guy who would rather sit down and read a book while sipping on some tea."

"You're not too far off, I suppose."

"Oh and ya know that friend of yours, Emily?"

"Emma. It's Emma." Wallter corrected Mark, to which he brushed it off.

"Yeah yeah, Emma. That girl seems to be close with you."

"Yeah, what about it?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to confirm. I was a bit scared to give her the letter I was supposed to give you because I didn't know if she was the right person."

"Ah, I see. Emma is a really nice person in general. She's a bit quirky and weird sometimes, but I don't really mind it."

"Cool, cool...By the way, you never told me, what's your favourite type of wood?"

"Oh, you know I don't like them.."

"Yeah I sure do, but if you HAD to pick, which one would you choose?"

"Well...I would choose...You." Wallter said as he laid back down as well. Mark turned to look at Wallter before turning back, becoming red.

"Aw you..."

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"No because I think that looks like a lamp."

"You got it all wrong, It's clearly a car." Wallter said as he traced the shape of the cloud they were watching. "The shape tells it all..."

"Nuh uh!"

"Yeah it is, admit it, Mark." Wallter said jokingly.

"UGHHH...You've got a point.."

"Oh, look at that other one!" Wallter said as he pointed at another cloud. It's shape was hard to define at first, but eventually it formed into a heart. [this is so cliche but its wallmark]

"Look at that, it's a heart!" Mark exclaimed as he looked at Wallter, wanting to see his reaction.

"Hm...It sure does look like it." Wallter muttered. Mark was not waiting for that, Wallter could feel him peering at him, so he looked at Mark as well.

"Is there anything you want?" Wallter asked.

"Aw c'mon. You know what I want!"

"...A salad?"

"...No, clearly not!"

"Then, what DO you want?" Waller questioned. Mark scoffed in annoyance due to Wallter's obliviousness.

"I want a kiss, that's what I want!" Wallter continued to stare at him, processing what he just said.

"...What?"

"Ugh, just come here, big boy." Mark scoffed before getting and placing a peck on Wallter's lips. It lasted for a while, but it felt like forever. When their lips parted, Wallter started to radiate heat [wallter as a heater confirmed??!?!?!?"]

"Yeah, that's a kiss for ya, Mr oblivious."