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Blooming High, Chapter 1

Hi Hi! This is my first proper chapter of Highschool AU Blooming Panic. I'll let you guys know that this is basically if you took all the routes, and threw their plot points at a wall to see what stick, before putting that into a highschool AU. So while at some points it might look like its very obviously someone's route, you're not in anyone's "route" in this fic. Or at least, not yet, lol. Gotta keep ya guys on your toes.

Enjoy!

Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Includes swearing

You could remember vividly your old highschool. Well… Wouldn’t call it your school. You had been at that school for barely three months, yet had every hall, even the tiniest of ones, memorized like the back of your hand. You knew where the ideal places to be at what times in the day, on what day of the week. It helped quite a lot back then.

You had been there for three months three years ago. The memory was shocking to yourself, you had expected it to have eroded after spending three years at a different school. But it came in help now, where it was the first day back to Blooming High. It was a month into the school year, much to your dismay, but surprisingly it looked like it’ll be a smooth transition.

Your homeroom was picked at random from the senior ones, since they all seemed to be full or near full to the point it was hard to tell why the school even let you back in if they were this full. Then you thought back to the tuition that you pay, since it was a private school, and quickly realized why. But it quickly left your mind as you knocked on a homeroom door, allowed in quickly.

“Class, this is [Name]. They’re a late addition to our class, but please be kind to them, yeah?” Your homeroom teacher spoke without worry about you fitting right into the classroom smoothly, already looking over her seating chart to see where you’d fit. “Oh, good. [Name], there’s a spot right next to my best student, so I’m sure you’ll transition smoothly.” She lifted her head and pointed out a seat in the back row.

You followed her line of sight, immediately curious when seeing you were being sat next to a broad-shouldered guy. He immediately smiled at making eye contact with you, and you immediately understood why he was the best student just from the comforting aura his smile seemed to have. Helped that it was a cute smile, too.

You gave a nod and small smile in return as you sat down next to him, making mental notes of his major features quietly, in case you needed help later. Sapphire blue eyes, black hair, glasses… seemed to have scars? Pushing that last note aside, you went to adjust the school uniform’s tie a bit, glancing up when hearing the teacher’s voice – her name on the white board is Ms. T.

“Quest, hopefully you’ll help our new student, yes?” Quest? That… sounded familiar to you. Where had you seen that recently, besides being used as the noun? You knew it being used as a name was familiar, but you just couldn’t put your finger on why it was familiar.

“Of course, ma’am. I'll be sure they’ll be caught up in no time.” Ooo, that voice. You would remember a voice like that, so he must not be a person you’ve met before. That relieves your worry at least a little bit, meeting someone you have met before but forgot about is always embarrassing.

“Good. Class, since I have no work for you all today, you can mingle a little bit before you go to your first period.” Ms. T smiled at the class before going to her desk as people started to talk. You glanced around before meeting eyes with Quest, who turned to you in his seat.

“Welcome to Blooming High, [Name]. I think I recognize you from when you were here… three years ago, yeah?” He had a smooth smile, kind words. You feel like you would recognize him if he looked like this back then, making you feel a bit embarrassed about him recognizing you.

“Oh, yeah. I was in this school for about three months before I moved and needed to be transferred. Did… you look differently back then?” Quest couldn’t help but chuckle, nodding, seeming to not take offense to you not recognizing him.

“Very different. No glasses, no scars, hair cut shorter. Also was on the rugby team back then.” You thought over the description of younger Quest, mind going through all the students you had met back then. To be honest, you hadn’t made many friends back then, less than what could be counted on two hands.

Then it hit you: the rugby player. “Oh my god… You’re the one that got in that fight for me.”

Quest immediately lifted a finger to his lips, shushing you gently, leaning closer across the aisle. “Shhh, not too loud. That keeps between you and I, yeah? No one… really knows who it was that led to the fight. I’ve just been telling everyone I stepped in when Kyle was being an ass.”

You nodded immediately, understanding. Hesitated, before asking softly. “Does he still go here…?” Quest also hesitated before nodding, his smile gone now. He reached over, patting your shoulder.

“Don’t worry, though. If you have any problems, let me know. I’ll handle him, more maturely this time around. I have a few friends that feel the same way around him, in terms they would step in for you. If I have your permission, I could tell them…?”

You shook your head immediately, although offered him a reassuring smile. “Its okay, thank you for the offer, though. I didn’t even want to get you involved, let alone how many friends you have. Its been a couple years, so everything will be fine.”

Before he could open his mouth to protest, the bell rang, signaling passing period. You gathered your bag, offering him one last smile and wave before heading out the classroom, pulling the schedule out to look at what classroom you needed to head to next. Science would be your first class of the day.

You quickly got to the science lab room, meeting with the teacher for a few words before being told your seat would be in the second row “next to the troublemaker”. You raised an eyebrow at the description, looking to who possibly could get that description to themselves.

An, admittedly, handsome guy is sitting at your lab table, elbow propped up on the table, a grin already on his lips. You realize he must’ve been watching you, as when he makes eye contact his grin widens, emerald eyes crinkling in what seems to be amusement. A gut feeling came up that you would get to see his ‘troublemaker’ personality very, very quickly with the way he didn’t break eye contact.

Slowly, you look back to the teacher, who just shrugged. “Sorry. I have no other open seats, so until next semester, I’m looking to you to keep him in check.” He didn’t look sorry one bit. In fact, he looked relieved that he alone wouldn’t have to deal with the student. You looked at the whiteboard, seeing the teachers name was Mr. Wright.

Turning to go sit with your new lab partner, you remembered that if this turned into chaos, Mr. Wright would be to blame. Despite not exactly a good introduction, you gave the guy a small smile as you set your things down and sat on the other stool. “Hi, I’m [Name].I just transferred into this school.”

“I can see that, newbie. I go by Xyx, but most just call me X.” That's another odd name, also feeling familiar. Again, your memory was coming up short on where the hell you would hear such an odd name. Who even goes by ‘Ziks’?

“X? That’s… an interesting thing to be called, just a letter. Any reason why?” He smirked, turning more towards you, and you could already tell from a mile away that he had been asked that a million times, leading to him having a full arsonal of smartass come backs.

“Can’t a man be a mystery? Keeps people guessing, especially noobs like you.” Did this guy just say the word noob out loud? Ohhhhh you knew you were in for him constantly pestering you if he talked like that.

Although… admittedly, X had a lovely voice. That was the second cute guy with a nice voice you had met today, both times with them being your seat neighbor in class. You glanced around, wondering if everyone in this school was hot, but you couldn’t get a good look at anyone before X was talking again.

“Now, newbie, what brings you to the grand, mysterious, expensive as hell Blooming High? Please don’t be boring.” He was scooting his stool closer now for some reason, but at seeing he was nonchalantly sliding his science textbook between the two of you, you realized it was because he assumed right that you didn't have it yet.

“Oh, I moved back near by. I was in this school three years ago but had to move away for some reasons.” You brought your stool closer to the table as you spoke, to get a look at the textbook. From the chatter in the classroom, you assumed there must be some sort of partner work going on right now.

“Reasons? Oh, c’mon doll, you can’t leave my nosy mind with such an open ended answer. I said not to be boring.” He urged you to continue with a motion of his hand, giving you an eye roll when you didn’t continue, although it looked more playful than irritated. “Look, I’ll keep my lips shut if you’re worried about me gossiping to the whole school. Not exactly a fan of spreading gossip, just listening to it.”

You ignored him as you took out a notebook and started answering some questions. You didn’t want to share anything private with someone you just met, especially when it was something that would get a giant mixed bag full of reactions. Some would ask questions, some would change the subject once learning, some would get defensive even. So it was better to just avoid talking about it all together.

It was silent between you two for a few minutes, X watching you expectantly the whole time. He was doing nothing to help you except stare, looking like he wouldn't break it any time soon. After ten minutes of this, you sighed as you looked at him.

“Are you going to just sit there staring and not help me?”

“How about a deal, yeah? You tell me one of the reasons why you left Blooming, and I’ll help you out with the assignment.” He offered you a hand, as if doing a handshake would make this very odd deal more legit. Xyx was supposed to help you in the first place, but now you had to make a deal to get him to do anything?

You watched his hand for a moment before sighing and taking his hand, hiding your surprise at how strong and firm his handshake was. “Fine. I left Blooming because I was avoiding someone so much that it was better to just move away than continue going through the trouble to avoid them. Now, help me out with this stupid question yeah?”

You could see his curiosity double at him being given that little bit of info, but surprisingly true to the deal, started to help you with the assignment. You kept being surprised whenever Xyx didn’t pester you about the details. In fact, he seemed to have forgotten the whole thing within a few minutes, instead working on the assignment while attempting to tease you to hell and back.

You didn’t even realize it was nearing the end of class til Mr. Wright called for everyone’s finished assignments, Xyx was getting you to laugh so much. You thought back to when Mr. Wright called him a troublemaker, and realized he might just be the class clown that's having a bit too much fun for this teacher’s preferences.

At least, that's what you thought until Xyx approached to turn in your guys’ assignment only to give Mr. Wright a smirk and say, “Here ya go, old man. Hopefully that bald head of yours is full of enough smarts to give me a proper grade this time.” Before joining you back at the lab table.

Oh god, now you fully understood. Xyx was both the class clown and the troublemaker wrapped up in one, to be the biggest headache to any teacher he came across. Your mind screamed inside about how this could possibly affect your classwork too, but was interrupted by Xyx sliding you a piece of paper with a cell number on it.

“Here is my phone number. Now, if you come to me for homework help, I charge a fee, but your first time will be free. Keeps customers coming back, ya know?” There it was, his smartass grin again as he stood just as the bell rang. “Try not to think about me too much, doll.”

And with that, out the door he went, leaving you to be whirling for a couple seconds before realizing you also need to get to your next class. English was next, according to your schedule, which means you would definitely be sitting there clueless without the assigned text.

Going through the same process you went through with your science teacher, you approached your new English teacher, who had to glance at you first with her glasses on, then second without them before realizing her new student was in front of her. It took her even longer to pull out her seating chart, to the point that the bell had already rung and the class was simply watching the two of you in curious silence.

You could hear the older woman struggling to figure out where to put you, continuing to glance between her chart and the actual class layout with mumbles. Nervousness started to set in, you started to shift foot to foot, but before you had to go through that for too long, a voice came from the class.

“Mrs. Wright, they can sit next to me. I’ll help them catch up.” You glanced to see a guy with glasses and a very stoic expression was the one to speak up, his hand raised to show Mrs. Wright who had spoken. He wore his uniform perfectly, without a single thing out of place, as if he had stepped out of the school handbook’s uniform page. It was very jarring compared to Xyx of your last class, who had barely tied his tie and was lacking his jacket completely.

“Oh! Thank you, [REDACTED]. Why don’t you take them down to the library so then they can check out the book? I’m sure you’re already ahead, as always.” Mrs. Wright had a kind smile on her face when asking that of the guy, who just nodded and stood from his desk. He didn’t exactly look happy that he was being pulled from class, but you could only make that assumption from the way he didn’t fully acknowledge you while headed out the classroom.

You quickly followed after him, still holding your school bag. You kept a couple steps behind him for the rest of the hallway, but he turned when realizing that, raising a brow. “Why are you behind me? You’re my upperclassman – you can walk beside me.”

This guy was younger than you? How was that humanly possible, with how mature he appeared and his height? Not only that, but he was in a senior year English class. Was he advanced in some of his classes?

Pushing aside the immense amount of questions you immediately had, you nodded as he shifted to your side, making you notice the little pin he had in his jacket pocket. “What does that pin say? It has too small letters for me to read.”

He glanced down, a small ‘ah’ coming from him as he adjusted it. “It's my president pin. I’m only supposed to wear it during council meetings, but someone has been testing my patience lately with our positions. So I’ve opted to keep it pinned at all times.”

President pin. Huh. You simply nodded in understanding.

Wait. President pin? God, you wanted to smack yourself from how dumb you felt in that moment. Did Mrs. Wright really think that the new student needed the student body president to help go check out the assigned text?

“Ah, I didn’t realize you were President… I’m [Name], by the way. I’m looking forward to getting used to this school again.”

“Again?” There was that raised brow again. Shit. You couldn’t exactly tell him the reason why you had left in the first place, or the events that went on leading up to leaving. You’d be stamped as a trouble maker in his sharp eyes.

“I was here back in my freshman year for a couple months before I moved away. But I’m happy to be back in Blooming High, don’t worry.” You offered a smile as an attempt to end that particular subject, continuing. “You mentioned someone was testing your patience. Anyone I should be wary of?”

The question invoked a sour expression from him. “I can’t exactly say to be wary of him. Owl isn’t very good at keeping to real names, giving nicknames to everyone. Even in meetings, he continues to call me Onion.”

Onion, Owl? Jeez, what was with this school and weird nicknames. Quest which is a noun, xyx which isn’t even a word, and now a vegetable and an animal. You half expected to be given a weird nickname at this point, maybe it was required to be a part of this school this year.

“While I can’t say who to be wary of, don’t hesitate to come to Owl or I if you have any issues with any other students. Owl can be dumb at times, especially around exam times, but he’s… Useful.” You glanced up to Onion’s face while listening, nodding as you followed him into the library. It almost sounded like he didn’t want to give this Owl guy any more praise than the bare minimum.

“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind. I’ve already made a couple friends in my homeroom and science classes, and they seem like nice people, so I’m not too worried.” Friends might be jumping it a bit with Xyx after he insulted a teacher in front of you, but with Quest it would be an extreme insult not to consider him a friend at this point.

“Good.” Onion pulled a book from a shelf full of it’s duplicates before handing it to you, and motioning to the checkout counter. “If you were enrolled here before, your student number will be the same.”

You nodded once more, in actual understanding this time, heading to the checkout counter. When glanced up, you were met with a familiar smile and sapphire eyes, causing you to jump slightly in surprise. “Quest? You… Why are you behind the library counter?”

Quest chuckled, gently taking the book from your hands to scan it. “This is my free period. I help out in the library, including checking out books for students.” His eyes glance behind you before returning back to the book, then to the computer to type something in. “You must be in Mrs. Wright’s class right now if you have Onion accompanying you. She's very nice, so you won’t have to worry about catching up much in her class.”

“Oh, that's good… I had Mr. Wright’s class before hers, so I was worried they might be more alike. It didn’t help that I got seated next to his least favorite student right off the bat, who I had to practically bribe to help me out with the assignment.”

That got a snort out of Quest. “I see you’ve met X. Don’t worry about him, either, hes not a bad guy. I'll remind him to be nice to you.” He took your student number at last, finishing up checking out the book before handing it back. “Here you go, [Name]. Better get back to Onion, or he’ll be upset that I'm distracting you from your studies.”

You smiled with a murmured thanks and bye before turning and heading back to Onion, who had just watched that entire interaction from a distance. Surprisingly, he didn’t question how you knew Quest, seeming to already have a sense of how you knew him. Instead of asking questions, Onion waved a hand for you to follow him back, leading you out of the library, speaking once out in the hall.

“Quest is a good guy, so you could also go to him if you feel you have a matter ‘too small’ for the student council to handle. If you were to tell Owl, though, he would find no matter too small for him to handle.”

“You keep mentioning this Owl guy. Is he your friend or something?”

That causes a scoff and a glare to come from Onion. “No, not at all. Owl is the Vice President of the student council. He and I both ran for President, but before the votes could be counted, he forfeited and settled for Vice. While I am grateful for my position, I would be more grateful if he actually let the votes be counted.”

With the story, you suspected what might've been the reasoning for this Owl guy’s forfeiting, but you honestly couldn’t say for certainty. You’ll see if your suspicions are correct once you learn more or meet Owl. Instead of saying anything, you simply nodded and accepted as you two fell into silence on the walk back to class.

The rest of English class seemed to both go by in a flash and extremely slow at the same time, your thoughts distracting you from actually reading the assigned book. You had met three guys so far that seemed open to being friends with you, and a possible fourth talked about.

It felt a little… jarring to get such welcoming people around you right off the bat. It seemed you had gotten one of each type of positive welcome so far. Quest, the ever kind type, smiling while welcoming you back. Xyx, the jokester that looking back at it, learned more than he revealed. Onion, the calm type that took his duty to be helpful seriously.

Not only was being welcomed like that jarring, but meeting the three back to back was like reading a page from different books right after another. You hadn’t yet discovered what genre each book was, just barely skimmed the words of the first page of each, gouging if anything would catch your interest. And each one had caught your interest to at least read the first chapter at this point.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bell, quick to pack up your things and head out the door. Half to your relief, half to your dismay, your next class would be physical education. Which means that you could still be in your own thoughts, but that you’d have to exercise while doing so.

But the dismay quickly outnumbered the relief once you realized you could not just let your thoughts run wild while doing mindless exercise. No, the PE teacher decided to torture by making the class play dodgeball, making it to be the first class you didn’t actually meet anyone today. You didn’t mind the break from being verbally social, but you certainly did mind having to run to avoid dodgeballs while heading off the court, after already being hit by one in the gut.

When the class finally ended and you were able to change back into the normal school uniform instead of the gym one, you felt it was a miracle that the schedule gods decided to give you lunch right after. Thank you for giving me time to rest and eat after that, you thought, eyes wandering the cafeteria, only for your thoughts to turn to shit, where am I supposed to sit?

You must’ve looked extremely lost, as within a minute of thinking that, your name was called out somewhere to the right. Eyes following the sound, you saw a couple of raised hands, belonging to none other than Quest and Xyx. Well, aren’t I lucky to not be eating in the bathrooms or on the floor today.

Immediately heading over, as you neared you realized the two had two more friends. One was considerably shorter than the other, making you almost miss the shorter one behind the taller. Seeing the two made you hesitate for a moment, but Xyx and Quest were watching, making you force yourself to go along with it and sit down in an empty spot at the round lunch table, catching the attention of the other two.

“Ooo, is this the person you guys were mentioning?” The shorter one spoke, hickory eyes lighting up. “They’re cute, why didn't you mention that! Hi, I’m Owl, and you are the new student that Quest and X kept going on about.” You had to keep yourself from blushing at suddenly being called cute, having not expected him to be so blunt like that, but instead focused on the name: Owl.

“Oh, you must be the student body Vice President. The President kept mentioning you and how you called him Onion.” You must’ve said something funny, as that caused a snort and a muffled chuckle to come from Xyx, only for him to be elbowed by the one that was still a stranger to you.

Owl seemed to be surprised by your words, but brushed it off with a wave of his hand. “Oh, don’t pay any attention to his grumbling. He responds better to Onion than his real name but won’t admit it. I’m sure he’s just sour that I won't call him ‘Mr. President’ in meetings.”

You could definitely see that being a thing, especially from the way Onion seemed to take pride in his position. “I can see that. You must be used to him enough to tease him by only calling him Onion.”

“Teasing?” Owl looked surprised at the use of the word, then smirked. “Oh cutie, I only tease those I’m interested in. Might I be bold enough to say I might start teasing you one of these days. You will be coming around more, right?”

You blushed again, realizing how bold he must be to say that in front of his friends to someone he just met. “O-Oh, yes, if that's okay. I don’t know anyone else, or at least don’t recognize anyone else here.”

“Sounds like we’ll have to change that! Us four will be your closest friends, and I’ll help you gain other friends so then you’re not left all alone in classes without us in em or if we’re all miraculously out one day.” His smirk widened, giving you a wink. “I certainly wouldn’t mind being your closest friend.” The last bit got groans from the other three while he laughed.

“Sorry about him, he’s still butthurt that he didn’t get a date for homecoming this year.” Xyx added in, half apologetic towards you, half poking fun, making Owl lose his smirk.

“Hey, hey, I don’t want to hear that from you, X! You didn’t even try to get a homecoming date.”

“Pshh, why would I need to try when I had ladies flocking towards me? I got asked out more within that week leading up more than you did your entire first two highschool years.”

Owl gave the grinning brunette a scowl before turning back to you, face immediately relaxing again, offering a smile. “Sorry, sorry, but more on topic. I didn’t catch your name, cutie.”

“Oh, its [Name]...” You looked to the last person you had to learn the name of. “What about yours?”

They mumbled a quiet ‘shit’ as they finished their bite, covering their mouth with a hand before coughing. You regretted the timing, having not thought twice about catching them mid-bite, but the regret disappeared with their answer. “It’s Toast.”

Toast. Toast. Goddamn toast. You were starting to feel silly even giving your real name anymore, as that was the fifth name you were being given that was quite obviously not on the attendance sheets. The thought must’ve shown on your features, as Toast gave a sympathetic look.

“Trust me, I would probably react the same if I were in your shoes, but I only get called my other name at home. So it's better you have this one for me.” You nodded after a moment, accepting your fate that you would continue the rest of your senior year calling this group the weirdest names imaginable.

“Well, its nice to meet you, Toast. I will admit that you had a better name than Xyx. At least people will know how to spell it.” You responded, not missing the way Xyx attempted to jump into the conversation in protest, you continuing right over him. “I really like your hair, too. It’s really pretty.”

That got a small sputter out of Toast, his eyes going wide as one hand went to his blonde hair, nervously messing with it. “P-pretty? U-uh – I – um –” Seeing his friend floundering, Xyx draped an arm over his shoulders, ruffling Toast’s hair.

“Sorry about him, he’s getting used to compliments. I’m sure if you keep that up, though, he’ll get used to it enough to utter a thank you within a minute of receiving it.”

“Oh, are you sure?” You were unsure from the way Toast was a bright pink. “I really don't want to make you uncomfortable, Toast, I don’t want to overstep any bounds.” You knew how it felt for boundaries to be overstepped, and you desperately didn’t want to do that to another person.

The three boys looked expectantly to Toast, who had to clear their throat a bit before nodding a bit. “I-I don't mind… As long as it’s kept to a minimum!” They added the last bit quickly, as if having experience with the compliments being taken overboard. You suspect it was one of the other three that caused the needed addition.

“Don’t worry, [Name], we will all let you know of any bounds that you near.” Quest spoke up, reassuring you more, the nod from Owl getting rid of the worry completely.

“We have been friends for quite a while, so we’ll try to keep in mind to involve you now too. We actually planned a hang out this weekend, if you wanna join?” Owl leaned closer to you, excitement clear despite his black hair attempting to hide his eyes. “If anybody’s parents or teachers ask, we’re studying at Toasty’s place.”

“...What are you guys actually doing?” You asked, making Toast and Xyx share a look and a grin before looking at you. Oh god, what did you just get yourself into? “Actually, from those grins, I have a gut feeling I don’t wanna know, or that I’ll be baited into something…”

“Bingo.” Owl and Quest sing-songed simultaneously, earning waves from the now very clearly scheming duo. The brunette was already pulling something from his bag to write something down while the blonde was leaning into the table, closer to you.

“Have you ever heard of Final Fantasy?” Oh god, this was definitely gonna get you in a rabbit hole of something, and you weren’t completely sure you wanted to go down that rabbit hole while you ate your lunch.

But it was too late, you had already nodded, causing Xyx and Toast to dominate the rest of the lunch conversation with their favorite game. Actually, as you thought about it, it was nice listening to them, as they talked about their favorite features and playstyles. It made you feel even more welcomed than you already were when you received a piece of paper with their game usernames on it, if you were to start an account.

By the end of lunch, you had all four of the group’s numbers in your phone, and you were added to a group chat. You read a little bit of the history of the group chat as they started cleaning up, learning that Xyx and Toast were seniors with you and Quest, while Owl was a junior. Your heart warmed at seeing the past bits of banter between the four of them, the help the three seniors would give to the junior, the shockingly large amount of memes the scheming duo would share.

You could get used to this. Get used to their energy, their seemingly vastly differing personalities, their kindness. It felt like you fit right in, despite you still in the extremely early stages of friendship with them all. You never had a friend group like this, not even at the school you had been at for the majority of highschool. You had had a couple friends here and there, but no one you really latched onto or stuck around with like you were doing with these four.

Just as you were about to send your first message into the group chat, you felt a tap on the shoulder. Glancing up, you caught a glimpse of the other four’s faces. Xyx, Owl and Toast seemed a bit confused but had turned stoic, while Quest… oh dear.

That… was not an expression you had wanted to see again. It was held back, simmering anger, or irritation. The first time you had seen that face on Quest, it was three years ago, and just like it did back then, it made your heart drop. It made your heart beat be the only one filling your ears, as it could only mean that there was a particular person over your shoulder.

Your head couldn’t stop itself, it was already turning and looking up. Your vision seemed to black out for a moment out of shock, but you knew that voice. That terrible, terrible voice.

“Hey, babe. Happy to see you back at Blooming. Miss me?”

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Blooming High

Hello Hello! I present to you, a Blooming Panic fanfic. Honestly, I only got this idea from the discord server and its army of AU providers. So in thanks, I am posting the first part of it! I gotta feed them a little bit after they spilled all their AUs like that. I like to think about it as a... introduction to how the server members would fit into one high school together. Not all the characters have gotten their moment yet, but all the LIs(and onion, you onion simps) have their introductions in here!

Without further ado! Welcome to Blooming High

The student body council couldn’t exactly figure out how they got into this current situation, but they certainly were having a fun time watching the argument going on between their president and vice president.

“What? How on god’s green earth do you think the art club needs more funding than the robotics club?” The president’s tone was curt, sharp, glaring at the shorter boy. Said shorter man knew the president as Onion over his real name, especially when his attitude started to stink like one.

“Robotics always gets funding for their parts and competitions, but art has barely gotten anything in quite a while. Our fundraiser should go to them instead.” Onion rolled his eyes, his more STEM-loving side showing.

“Is your lack of sleep at night starting to affect your thinking skills? The whole point of the fundraiser is so then robotics can go to a new competition this year. We don't get to decide that the fundraiser for them suddenly needs to go to another club.”

Nightowl always disliked the way Onion would hold that over his head, as if being the thing of his username was to be looked down upon. Plenty of highschoolers were night owls, he could list a dozen of people who hadn't slept more than 2 hours the night before off the top of his head.

“Why do they even need to go to a new competition? And they get plenty of funding, shouldn’t that money cover it already?” Nightowl glanced at the treasurer, expecting back up on that front, but his nose scrunched up at seeing no backup given as the treasurer slowly slinked behind the secretary to avoid getting involved.

“Why not just make a second fundraiser for the art club?” Both the president and the vice whip their heads around at the sound of a familiar voice, to be met with their more sensible friend.

Quest seemed to have this knack of finding the arguing duo mid-argument every time, or at least, that's what the duo thought it was. In reality, it was that everyone in the student council had his number for this exact reason: to break up fights. Most of the time it was fights like these, arguments that clearly had two passionate sides with no intention of ending. Everyone hated when they would have to get him to break up a physical one, after what happened a couple years ago.

“Big Q!” Nightowl immediately jumped at the chance to get out of this argument, deciding to leave it be for when he could actually get a look at the fundings the robotics would need vs the art club. “I thought you were helping out the librarians with filing and organizing?”

“I still am, actually. I have a big stack of papers and old files for you guys.” Quest couldn’t help a wince as the entire council became a chorus of groans. He disappeared into the hall for a moment only to come in with a rusting cart full of paper and binders, and Onion was surprised none of them heard him coming with how squeaky it was. “Just some of this is yours, don’t worry. The library filing room can’t hold these anymore so I was tasked with giving them to the proper clubs.”

He crouched down low beside the cart, having to adjust his glasses as he looked over the stacks before pulling a higher pile off the cart, setting it on a nearby desk. The secretary, a shorter girl who adored her job, for once looked a little nervous about files when seeing the pile was taller than her on the desk. The other council members immediately started volunteering to help her out, much to Quest’s relief. He would be scolding them if they didn’t.

Once making sure his friends were actually helping her, he tried to as quietly as possible pull the cart out of the council room, headed back down the hall. He had to think for a moment on what would be the closest club that had files to be delivered. If he was remembering correctly, it would be the debate club.

As Quest approached the debate club classroom, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at there being a crowd surrounding it, enraptured by whatever was going on inside. When he made his way closer, he sighed at realizing he recognized the cocky voice that made the crowd snicker. Sure enough, he was right when he saw Xyx leaned on one of the debate club’s podiums, a Cheshire grin wide on his face.

“It’s not like I’m wrong, teach. Isn’t that the point of debate club? That there’s no wrong side until there's a winner?” Xyx tilted his head in curiosity to how the teacher would answer, before looking to his opponent with side eyes, his cheshire grinning to a smug smirk. “Although, I gotta say, you’re not exactly the most attractive side of this debate. Both in words and physical appearance.”

Quest didn’t see the opponent for a moment before leaning further in, only to feel a bit of satisfaction to see it was who the four of them eventually found out Societyboy was. He definitely couldn’t blame his friend for jumping back into the club he left just to get a shot at messing with the asshole more, although he still knew it wasn’t the best idea.

Just as Societybastard was about to open his big mouth, Quest forced his squeaky cart through the crowd, a big smile on his face as he entered the clubroom. “Sorry to interrupt,” He wasn’t sorry, “but I have some files for this club. It's mainly transcripts from winning debates.”

The teacher seemed to be surprised at seeing his entrance, but immediately got up with a seemingly relieved expression. He could only imagine how long this ‘debate’ would go on before she would be forced to separate them or kick one of them out for the day. Quest went through the same process as before, looking for the proper stack, pulling up one that was much smaller than the council’s, but included a couple VHS tapes.

Xyx took the chance to stop talking to Societybozo as he straightened and came up beside his friend, shoving his hands into the pockets of his uniform’s pants. “How old are these things? Lookin’ like they came outta the stone age with those tapes.”

“Ha, Mr. Salo said that he recorded them. Apparently it was the first and last time he was the one assigned to record the debates, five years ago. You know how he is with technology.” Quest explained, getting a snort from the other. “He says that he couldn’t figure out the camera the photography club gave him, so just used his old one instead.”

“Of course the old man would do that. I bet he was smiling while telling the story, yeah?” Quest nodded to the question as he started pushing the cart out the door, now followed by his smartass friend, despite the protests of Societybrat behind them. “One of these days, you really should distract him by teaching him something modern. Anything, really, it would get you outta library chores.”

“I like the library tasks, X.” Blue eyes gave him a look, only to be given a shrug in return. “It was much better than detention, and now I like being a part of the library team. A much better team.”

Xyx couldn’t argue with that, tilting his head to and fro as he hummed, thinking. “That is true…” His grin returned suddenly. “I always took ya as a nerd, Quest. Rugby was too rough for your sappy, poetry-loving heart.”

“While there is nothing to be ashamed of about loving poetry, I don’t want to hear a word from the guy who’s been sneaking cat food in his school bag to feed the stray in the courtyard. Just take it home already man, it's clearly bonded to you now. Haven’t you already name–”

Xyx harshly shushed him, pressing a finger to his friend’s lips to shut him up from speaking more. “Hey, didn’t I say to never mention it ever again, man? Especially at such a loud volume, jeez! Ruin a guy’s reputation while ya at it, why dontcha?”

Quest gave him a glare before smacking his hand away, sighing. “Fine. But next time I see you feeding it, I'm going to force you to take it home, whether you like it or not. So do it already.” He raised an eyebrow after a moment of realization. “Now that I think about it, aren’t you supposed to be helping in the theater production? Why were you in debate?”

“Oh, look at the time, looks like I need to go check on Toast’s practice, bye Quest!” Before he could let the other man get any more word in, Xyx headed jogging down the hall, hoping the metal cart would stop the other from following. He was right, it did, letting him easily slip down into a separate hallway.

Xyx kept his semi-quick pace as he headed down the stairs, it being regular practice for him to skip as many steps as possible, or jump the staircase completely. He decided not to jump down it today, as he knew Toast would notice the post-adrenaline small tremble he got in his hands.

Soon, he arrived at the music part of the school, slowing to a smooth walk as he made a beeline for the practice room his nerdy friend seemed to always be in after school. He didn’t bother to knock at this point, opening the practice room’s door immediately, earning the sound of a cut-off note and a scalding look.

“Must you interrupt my practice just as I get the hang of a particularly hard measure?” Toast was still posed to play the next note on their cello, bow just barely not touching the strings, their hand at the top not relaxing one bit. It was clear they wanted to be left alone, but Xyx paid no mind as he stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and plopped down backwards in a seat across from them.

“Hm, I don’t remember your voice being this deep yesterday, Toast mboy. What’s up with that, huh?” Toast went stiff at the question, silent for a moment before starting to play again, causing a knowing grin from Mr. Observant. “Ya gettin’ voice cracks again, aren't you?”

The cello stopped for a moment before a sigh came from its owner. “I’d rather not be ridiculed for both my voice and my height, X.” There it was, a voice crack in the word ridiculed, proving that Mr. Observant always quickly turns into Mr. Know-It-all. “I already get all eyes on me whenever I go through the halls, it’d be shit for it to be the same for when I speak in class. I can’t believe it, a senior and still getting voice cracks.”

Green eyes watched him closely, not being the best at comfort, and sure not wanting to crack a joke that Toast very much feared. “Hmmm… well, hey. At least you don’t have to worry about either while you're playing. Sat and lips sealed.”

The dyed-blonde rolled his eyes, setting his bow down and relaxing his cello into him. “Yeah, sure, but how am I supposed to talk to anyone? I’m not exactly the most… outgoing of people, but I’d still be able to talk without my voice sounding like a squeaky toy.”

“I'm sure Owl and Q won't mind. Onion might give ya a hard time, but just remind him how he ran into a wall after losing his glasses and he’ll shut right up.” When he didn’t get an answer, the brunette straightened, starting to realize something when seeing their ears start to turn red and their eyes glance away. “Oh, ho ho! I know that look from anywhere, you didn’t mean just anyone! Who has caught the interest of my nerdy little friend?”

Toast’s face turned more red, flinching slightly at him realizing so soon, hands flying up to try and wave it away. “N-no one! Why in all hell would you th-think that?!” They did wonder the second one, but more in how the hell did he figure it out so quickly. Were they that obvious?

“Oh, c’mon, you’re as obvious and red as a stop sign! Tell me tell me tell me!” That's a yes to that question. After going back and forth on it for a few minutes, Toast finally caved, feeling a headache coming on just from how insistent – and annoying – he could be. “Soooooo, who is it?”

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