MinyaRPs

The clock ticked loud in the stale classroom air, and the door opened a few moments later, Asher held it open for his sister who glided in and slide her pink slip onto the desk, Asher tossed his down before heading away with that defiant glint still in his eyes.

 Neither looked surprised that Blaze wasn’t there yet—Blaze never arrived anywhere without making an entrance.

Adara’s gaze cut straight to the back corner. Her brow arched when she spotted the orange-headed kid perched backward in front of Nathan, grin sharp as broken glass. “Well,” she murmured to her brother, “looks like somebody beat us to the bodyguard audition.”

Asher just grunted, scanning the room with his athlete’s instincts, then steered Adara toward two open desks flanking Nathan and Rook. They sat—close enough to make a point, far enough to make it look casual.

The door banged open again.Cosmo stumbled in like a science experiment gone wrong. His curls were poofed out in a frizz halo, the ends singed dark, and he coughed hard enough to rattle his backpack straps.

“Sorry! Sorry—I, uh—lab stuff,” he wheezed, fumbling for the nearest chair.

As he dropped his bag, the zipper split halfway, spilling its guts across the floor. Pens skittered under desks, a dog-eared physics notebook flopped open, a tangle of wires and a half-built circuit board clattered like bones on tile.

Cosmo groaned, already on his knees, scrambling to scoop everything up.

Without a word, Adara bent down and retrieved a runaway pen that had rolled to her shoe. She twirled it once between her fingers, then dropped it into his open palm. Asher stooped too, snagging the notebook and sliding it across the desk.

“Thanks,” Cosmo said quickly, ears turning pink as he clutched the armful of supplies to his chest. His crooked smile was sheepish, apologetic, but not unkind.

Adara smirked, leaning back in her chair. “Don’t mention it, Einstein. Happens to the best of us,"

Asher gave a short nod, settling back into his seat with the solid patience of someone who’d decided not to comment at all.

Cosmo hunched into the desk beside them, trying to arrange his mess into something resembling order, the tips of his ears still red.

The room quieted again, anticipation hanging heavy. Blaze still hadn’t shown. Asher wondered if he would or if he'd used his family to get out of it somehow.
--Fin--The door flew open with an aggressive force, signaling Blaze's frustration. Being summoned for detention infuriated him—not only did it steal precious practice time, but it also jeopardized his playing time for the game.

His gaze swept over the group of students gathered for detention. Rumors of a few narcs had circulated, but this group seemed unusually large.

He spotted the seat he wanted—right next to Nathan. Determined, he planned to make that emo kid's life a living nightmare. What he didn’t expect was Alastor walking by and planting his ass right in the seat he wanted.

He almost didn’t recognize him at first. The kicker was the one teacher doing detention wasn’t quite in the classroom yet.

Blaze walked in front of the seat he looked down.

Inside Al was freaking out- but from his expression- he seemed calm to the average Joe.

“Move.” Simple.. to the point- and clearly angry.

“Yanno.. that nose looks like it healed straight just fine.” A retort made by Alastor

The blue eyes, he almost didn’t realize it was Alastor. The scrawny kid with glasses had changed.

 That made him think twice- he moved into a seat that worked for him- away from Alastor.
—fin—
The room kept filling like a bad lung.

First Rook—already sprawled backward in the chair in front of Nathan—then the Lennox twins slid in, one on either side, casual as a perimeter. Nathan stared at the clock. Looked at no one. Heard everything.

Cosmo exploded through the door next—hair singed, bag vomiting wires and notebooks across the tile. A snort escaped Nathan before he could kill it.

Rook was up before the pens stopped rolling. “Easy, Einstein,” he said, crouching to scoop a fistful of resistors, his grin wicked and warm. “If you wanted my number there are easier ways to make an entrance.”

Cosmo’s ears went pink. It was cute. “First day fireworks?” Rook tipped his head, then licked two fingers and pinched out a tiny ember at the end of a curl. “Hold still. You’re smoking—in like, three different ways.”

Nathan let his mouth flatten back to neutral. He wasn’t smiling. Obviously.

The door banged again. Blaze. Cologne and noise, zero subtlety. He beelined for the seat beside Nathan like it owed him rent.

Alastor slid into it first.

For a heartbeat Nathan still didn't recognize Alastor—taller, colder, eyeliner like a knife. Then the turn of the mouth gave it away. Hot goth Al. Huh. He had quite the glow up.

Blaze’s jaw worked. He reconsidered. He moved on.

Fascinating.

Rook dropped back into his chair, half-turned toward Cosmo and—loud enough to carry just a little—kept going. “Name’s Rowan, but everyone calls me Rook.” He leaned an elbow on Cosmo’s desk, eyes bright. “You got a name, cutie, or should I keep calling you ‘Cutie’?”

“You good? Need a hand reassembling the science Kraken after this? I’m great with my hands.”

Across the room, Blaze glared. Rook’s smile sharpened by a degree, satisfied.

Nathan slouched deeper in his chair and pretended to study the ceiling. He wasn’t interested. Obviously.

He was absolutely going to see how this played out.

-fin-Adara smirked as Blaze stormed in, all cologne and attitude, like he thought the room revolved around him. She could practically feel her brother tense beside her. Blaze’s eyes locked on Nathan, zeroing in like a hawk.

But before the meathead could plant himself, Alastor slid into the chair cool as you please, eyeliner sharp, expression unreadable. The air went electric.

Adara bit her lip to hide a grin. “Well damn,” she whispered, leaning toward Asher. “Al’s got ice water in his veins.”

Asher’s eyes narrowed, muscles coiled, ready in case Blaze tried something. But Blaze hesitated, scowled, and moved on to another seat. Asher let out a low hum. “Smart.”

“More like surprising,” Adara murmured back, eyes dancing. “Didn’t know he had it in him.”

Then the show shifted to the front row. Rook, sprawled backward, leaning into Cosmo like a cat with cream.

“You got a name, cutie, or should I just keep calling you ‘Cutie’?”

Cosmo froze, his ears turning a vivid shade of red. “It’s—uh—it’s Cosmo.” His voice squeaked at the edges. “And I’m not—” He waved at the mess of wires on his desk. “I just… wasn’t paying attention when the capacitor—never mind.”

Adara’s smirk widened. She elbowed her brother. “Tell me this isn’t like some Breakfast Club reboot. Goth kid, jock, troublemaker, mad scientist…”

“Don’t forget mouthy sister,” Asher said dryly.Cosmo sighed, slumping into his seat. “Great. Guess that makes me the Brian of the group.”

Asher actually chuckled—a low, amused sound that made Adara’s grin double.

The door creaked open again. Coach Linmen strode in, clipboard under his arm, expression already sour. His gaze swept the room and caught on the sight of Cosmo’s frazzled curls, still singed at the ends.

The man groaned, rubbing his temple. “Of course. Of course the mad scientist ends up here on the first day, too.”

Cosmo shrank half an inch into his seat, ears flaming. “It wasn’t… exactly my fault,” he muttered. “My mind was just… somewhere else when the circuit overloaded.”

Adara tilted her head, fighting a laugh. “Bet it was,” she muttered under her breath.

Asher shot her a look. She just grinned wider.
--Fin--
Alastor busied himself with retrieving a few books, his irritation evident as he struggled to keep the pages still—something he despised. Known for excelling in math and science, these subjects were his strongest suit. He propped open one of the books, the familiar comfort of its pages grounding him. The only person he genuinely connected with was Cosmo, with whom he could discuss all things nerdy without judgment.

“You probably stared too hard at the book, got mixed up, and—boom. We’ve talked about this, Cosmo. Keep the explosions outside, not inside,” Alastor remarked with a smirk.

Detention was foreign territory for Alastor; the fact that he was even present would surprise the few teachers who admired his dedication. He chuckled at Cosmo, recognizing his friend’s intelligence, though Cosmo’s tendency to overfocus often led to minor mishaps.

“And it seems like you’re getting hit on—I’m jealous,” Alastor teased, shooting a glance at Blaze. For a fleeting moment, an unfamiliar sensation washed over him—an intense, unsettling emotion that made his face feel alien. Disturbed by this brief surge of his own bloodlust, he quickly buried his face in his book, to calm down.

Cosmo, ever the grounding presence, let out a groan and referenced his favorite character, lightening the mood.

“Don’t say that—Brian happens to be my favorite character,” Alastor replied, feeling the tension ebb away.

Linmen  came in, the chuckle that came out from the few in response of Cosmo saying it wasn’t his fault.

“Quiet- if you got work - do work.” Simple and to the point.

Alastor went back to focusing on what he was doing. Working on pre calculus work. His eye would briefly veer as if keeping blaze in check- though he knew there wasn’t much he could do now. But he knew once they were let out- he’d walk with the guy.
—fin—
Nathan didn’t bother looking up when Linmen barked. He flipped open Pre-Calc, slid a mechanical pencil from behind his ear, and started working limits like they owed him rent. Page rustle, pencil scratch, HVAC hum—white noise he could live in. When Blaze’s stare hit, Nathan returned it once, flat as a wall, then dropped back to derivatives. Every few problems he stole a quick look: Alastor unreadable behind eyeliner and a textbook; Asher sitting like a loaded spring pretending to be relaxed. File it. Solve the next one.
Rook leaned toward the next desk, grin sharp. “Capacitor tantrum on day one? Bold.”
A throat cleared at the front. Rook pivoted without missing a beat—opened his notebook sideways and started writing.

A sheet slid across, heel of his hand doing the delivery:

> How many projects at once? (pick one)
☐ 1 (liar) ☐ 2–3 ☐ 4+ ☐ all of them
(tiny doodle: a wolf in safety goggles holding a soldering iron)



He sent another, folded like a grounded paper airplane:

> Favorite thing to blow up (accidentally)?
☐ LED ☐ breadboard ☐ capacitor ☐ cafeteria microwave (be honest)
(doodle: a blushing resistor)



One more note, inked with extra care:

> Are you single? (for science)
☐ yes ☐ no ☐ it’s complicated ☐ define “single”
(doodle: a rocket labeled SCIENCE and a heart-shaped diode)



Rook settled back, satisfied with his own chaos, and sketched in the margin: a little wolf and a little rocket high-fiving over DETENTION CLUB.

Nathan kept his head down and his hands open on the desk, solving for x like it mattered. Between equations and quiet paper planes, the hour became survivable.

Asher slid his laptop from his bag, the click of the lid opening oddly loud in the hushed room. A photo of the soccer team filled the screen—he started tweaking the exposure for the school newspaper, half his mind already turning over the first draft of his English essay.

From two rows over came Blaze’s voice, low but sharp enough to carry. “What’s the rule, coach? No phones? No laptops? He’s breaking it.”

Adara’s eyes darted up from her book—hidden under a history cover, The Song of Achilles staring back at her from behind its disguise. Her lips curled in anticipation.

Asher didn’t even look up. “I’m not using Wi-Fi,” he said, voice flat. “I’m doing schoolwork. You should try it sometime.”

A couple kids snickered under their breath. Adara bit back a laugh, her nails tapping against her paperback in a slow rhythm. Blaze muttered something under his breath, but the coach didn’t bother looking up from his clipboard.

Adara smirked, ducking back behind her false history text. “Well played, brother mine,” she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

Asher didn’t reply, but she saw the ghost of a grin flicker across his face before it vanished under focus again.
-----
Two desks ahead, Cosmo was a mess of pink ears and nervous scribbles. Rook, sprawled backward in his chair, had turned detention into his personal playground—notes folded like paper airplanes sliding across the gap between them.

The first note had a checklist scrawled on it. How many projects at once?
Cosmo stared at it, cheeks warming. He scribbled in all the boxes—all of them circled twice—and shoved it back with a glance that screamed don’t make this obvious.

The next one: Favorite thing to blow up (accidentally)? Doodles of LEDs and breadboards filled the margin. Cosmo hesitated, then wrote rockets in careful handwriting, adding a flaming rocket sketch for emphasis. He slid it back with the tip of his pencil, face crimson.

When the last note came, he almost dropped it. Are you single? (for science). The box options made his pulse jump. His pencil hovered, tapped nervously. In the end, he marked yes and complicated, then squeezed his eyes shut as if that might make the blush fade. He risked a tiny glance at Rook before shoving the note back.

Adara caught the exchange, her grin widening. She kicked the back of Asher’s chair lightly, leaning in. “This is better than cable.”

Asher huffed, eyes still on his laptop. But his gaze flicked briefly toward Cosmo’s flaming ears, then toward Rook’s shark grin, before he shook his head. “They’re gonna blow up more than a circuit board.”

Adara’s chuckle slid quiet across the desk, her page turning with a whisper of paper.
--Fin--
Alastor heard blaze’s familiar noise—an accusation, a blame.

As usual, it was quickly dismissed, the teacher barely acknowledging it. When the class ended, Alastor gathered his things haphazardly, planning to sort them out later. He followed Nathan’s lead, deciding to take a longer route home. It wouldn’t hurt, and if Nathan asked, he’d come up with an excuse—after all, he usually took the bus.

Anything to keep blaze at bay for a while. Alastor knew the teen would eventually get bored and find another target.

But he hadn’t forgotten last year. Nathan’s name surfaced a lot when he and blaze were secretly dating.

Back then, Alastor kept his distance, believing blaze’s  lies. Not this time.
—fin—
Detention spat them out with the scrape of chairs and stale-marker air. Nathan packed fast—math book, pencil, pink slip folded twice—eyes on the door, not the people. Rook lingered just long enough to slide one last note across a desk: ROOK + a number, a tiny wolf and rocket high-fiving over call me.

“Move,” Nathan said, and Rook fell in at his shoulder, board clipped to his pack, grin he couldn’t quite hide.

They cut across the lot into the long shadow side streets. Nathan kept to the curb, hands in pockets, counting steps, making choices: back route, fewer windows, less chance of running into anyone who mattered. Asphalt heat, sprinkler hiss, his pulse settling to even.

Footsteps trailed them. Same rhythm, same distance.

Nathan stopped at a dark classroom window and watched the reflection steady behind his own. He didn’t turn. “There a reason you’re on my heels?” The words came out flat, sandpaper over steel.

Rook glanced back, one brow up, then flashed the newcomer a lopsided grin. “Relax. If this is an ambush, it’s the politest one I’ve ever seen.”

Nathan’s mouth thinned. “Street’s big,” he said, finally looking over. “Pick a lane that isn’t mine.”

Rook bumped his shoulder, unbothered. “He’s fine. You’re always a sour puss after detention.”

The glare Nathan gave him could’ve **** glass. Rook just kicked his board down, rolled it a foot, caught it again, easy as breathing.

“C’mon,” Rook said, softer. “Home route or the long way?”

“Long,” Nathan answered, eyes still on the reflection. Then he turned and walked. If the footsteps kept pace, he’d deal with it at the next corner. If they didn’t, even better.

Rook fell in beside him without another word, grin finally fading to something like watchful. The wolf stayed quiet. The street stretched ahead.

-fin-The scrape of chairs echoed like a signal of freedom. Coach Linmen grunted something about “see you tomorrow” without looking up from his clipboard. Blaze was the first out the door, storm cloud scowl plastered across his face.

Adara stretched her arms overhead like she’d just finished yoga instead of sitting through an hour of enforced boredom. Asher didn’t move right away—his eyes had already gone to the door, to the space where Nathan and Alastor had slipped out.

“That look on your face,” Adara drawled, “means trouble.”

Asher shoved his laptop into his bag, then paused. “Not trouble. Insurance.” He slung the strap across his chest, then pulled the bag back off again and set it at her feet. He added his car keys on top, palm flat. “Take these. I’ll see you later.”

Adara arched a brow, lips curling into a smirk. “Going knight-in-shining-cleats for the emo kid?”

He gave her that flat, unreadable stare. “Just covering bases.” His phone slipped into his pocket as he moved for the door, shoulders squared, footsteps steady.

Adara let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Always the hero,” she murmured, scooping up both detention slips from their desks with a lazy hand. She stuffed them into her bag before heading out, swinging the keys by one finger.Behind her, Cosmo was gathering his avalanche of notebooks and wires, still red-eared from Rook’s relentless flirting. He trudged into the hallway, looking more exhausted than guilty.

Outside, he glanced toward the bus lane and froze. The last one was already pulling out, taillights winking at him like a cruel joke. His shoulders sagged.

“Great,” he muttered, clutching his pack. “Perfect. First day and I’m stranded.”

Adara leaned against the wall by the doors, watching him with one brow arched. “Rough day, Einstein?”

He gave her a sheepish look. “My bus just left.”

Her smirk widened. “Lucky for you, I’ve got wheels. I’ll give you a ride—though fair warning, my playlist is ninety percent girlboss anthems.”

Cosmo’s ears turned pink again. “I… uh… thanks.”

Adara started toward the lot, tossing the keys up and catching them. “And don’t think I didn’t see your little paper-plane romance back there. Rook’s not exactly subtle.”

Cosmo groaned, nearly tripping over his own feet. “He wasn’t serious.”

“Mm,” Adara hummed, grin sharp as eyeliner. “That blush says otherwise.”

Cosmo pulled his bookbag higher on his shoulder, muttering something inaudible, and followed her out.
-+fin--
There it was- the question. Why? “Cause detention ran over- and I missed my bus.” Simple hard to argue.

A grin to rook, seemed to be the buffer he needed.”thanks man- not trying to get in anyone’s bad side. “ he responded.

He glanced back briefly enough- the path felt deliberate- felt perfect.

He dove in his inside pocket and produced a pack of smokes. A soft flick of his wrist and one was between his lips.

After he went for the matches.  They were neatly tucked in another pocket.  A spark, a puff.
 Smoke curled around, and then a ring.

He picked up.

“Hello?” The look softened.*mama sorry, I know I’m late, I’ll be home soon. Just gonna walk a friend home* he said in Spanish. A bit of listening more. *yeah yeah.. I know - I’ll keep my head down* a lie.

He knew his mother worried since that day. She was in his corner the whole time. So being so late he could understand why she called.

*adios.* he hung up.

—fin—