Life Hates Me... [Denmark]

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Consider the function y(x) = (x + 2)3. Differentiate this function (without multiplying out the brackets).

Kiviuq stared at the question, his right hand wielding a freshly sharpened pencil while the other contained a new eraser. The boy had well... started to learn calculus from the limited amount of books that he had up north, but that was without proper instruction. Coupled with the fact that Kiviuq had entered the school year at an awkward time, he was simply tossed in the middle of a course. In this case, it was sink or swim.

... Kiviuq didn't really like swimming. He also wasn't the largest fan of math. He remembered something about derivatives and the power rule... but... oh what was it? Something to do with the exponents? Yeah... wasn't he supposed to move one around or something? Kiviuq closed his eyes, trying to rake his brain for answers. He couldn't concentrate too hard. If he did... well, Kiviuq just hoped that his test paper didn't spontaneously combust from his focus.

After a moment of thinking, the answer came to the Inuit boy. Right! He needed to move the exponent to the front of the equation, then subtract one from the exponent! Moving to write the answer out, Kiviuq put his pencil down with a small smile before it snapped in half in his grip. The sound echoed around the classroom, causing a few students to look up. Kiviuq swallowed once. No problem, he had four others that were sharpened and ready to use. Carefully setting the two shattered pieces down, Kiviuq reached for the next pencil, but his butterfingers bumped the base of the pencil, causing it to roll off the desk and before Kiviuq could could catch it, clatter on the floor loudly. The tanned boy physically winced as he felt the teacher's gaze bore into him. Pretending nothing happened, Kiviuq quickly latched onto his third pencil and held it tightly, but not tight enough to snap it. This time, he'd most definitely write down his answer and move on to the next question.

Placing his pencil on the page, he started to write a '3' when he accidentally got bumped from behind, when a student got up to hand their page in. The result was an ugly black streak that made its way from the middle of Kiviuq's page to the top. Kiviuq sighed, but there was nothing to worry about, right? He had an eraser in case this sort of thing happened. Bringing his right hand forward (Kiviuq was left-handed), he began to erase the dark black line when the teacher called out, announcing that the test time was half over. Kiviuq glanced up, biting his lip. He had an ugly mark on his page, but that was it. He'd better hurry.

Kiviuq began his erasing again when suddenly the eraser caught on the paper and it tore. In half. The ripping sound seemed to echo around the quiet room. Kiviuq looked up sympathetically towards the teacher, who only glared. Kiviuq lowered his gaze page to the dismantled page. Not to worry, he could fix this. He had some tape in his bag. Reaching down, Kiviuq's bad luck struck again, harder this time as one of the legs on his desk gave out. The metal and wooden box on legs heaved to the side, smashing against the floor to send pencils, erasers, and Kiviuq's mangled test flying. Almost everyone in the room looked up as Kiviuq's ears burned with embarrassment.

“Mister Okpik!” the teacher snapped, clearly at the end of her patience. It seemed like she was attempting to keep her anger under a lid, but Kiviuq had unintentionally strained her last straw. “Please come to front of the class...” she said, her tone withheld. Kiviuq swallowed, slowly stepping over the mess and slinking to the front slowly.

The woman looked disappointed. “Mister Okpik, please take your things and report to the detention hall for repeated disruptions of class.”

Kiviuq didn't meet her watchful eye as he quickly turned, collecting his scattered pencils, erasers, old backpack and mangled piece of paper. The lady took it in and handed the boy another before Kiviuq had the chance to escape from the room. Once out in the hall, he sighed. Was this school fun or what? Sulking as he slipped his bag over his shoulders, Kiviuq began to slowly shuffle down the hall, reading the slip that he had been assigned. He had been written up. Today was his second day on the island.

Five minutes later saw Kiviuq standing in front of the door to the detention room. He nervously coddled the paper in his fingers before quietly knocking on the door. It opened almost immediately, and within moments, Kiviuq was seated in a white desk and told to do work. Sighing as he settled back into his focused-but-not-too-focused state and began doing extra calculus problems.

[MATHIAS ANDERSEN]

Mathias was sitting in the back of the windowless detention room when someone else entered the room. It had been a rather quiet day, at least for an Asher Academy in-class session. Before the tan kid entered the room, there was only one other student in the room. Now there were two. You see, the Dane was serving detention the entire day for what his math teacher liked to call, ‘disturbing the peace’. Of course Mathias wasn’t exactly sure what that even really meant, but being able to get out of math class wasn’t exactly a bad thing in his mind either. To be quite honest, the Dane loathed math.

Was there even anyone who liked math anyway? Well, there definitely was, but Mathias did not. And usually when he was bored… well not that he’d ever repeat it or admit it out loud, but it may or may not have been embedded in truth when someone said that he… did things and got into trouble when he was bored. It had been a habit he’d had since he was born after all, and even though he was getting much better at alleviating this boredom, sometimes this… “habit” of his reared its ugly head and he would try to fix it by… Well his mom called it “being disruptive.”

Today in particular, he resorted to lightly kicking the back of the kid in front of his desk’s chair. The student was a particularly whiny underclassman girl, who just so happened to be the type that received perfect grades and was light years ahead of the other student’s grade levels, and was probably going to graduate early or something and make everyone else look bad. Not that Mathias had anything against her for it, it was just who happened to be sitting in front of him at the time. Of course he would apologize later, seeing as how making a new enemy wasn’t really something he wanted to do.

What he had wanted to was simply get out of class. He was surprised that the teacher didn’t realize this by now and try to keep him in, but she didn’t. Which was fine with him. Heck it wasn’t even until he got into the detention room did he realize that this wasn’t going to be a very fun detention session. The room being empty was his first indicator. Mathias had nothing to work with! That wasn’t very cool at all!

That was until this kid came in. Mathias felt a smirk forming on his face slightly. This kid looked completely nerdy! Er… well maybe not nerdy, but the type of kid who one wouldn’t find hanging in the detention room a whole bunch. To add to that, Mathias could tell right off the bat he was a sidekick. Not that being a sidekick was a bad thing, but if there was one thing about sidekicks that Mathias knew, it was that they hardly ever ended up in detention. For the most part, they weren’t the types who picked fights or did troublemaking things.

Mathias observed the student for a moment longer. Something about him was familiar; however he couldn’t really make it out. He knew for one thing that of course he had never seen the other student, of course that was obvious, but there was something about the other student that seemed almost… nostalgic.

“Hey you! New kid!!” He lowered his book, as the teacher in the room shot him a threatening glare, “I haven’t ever seen you around! Today must be your lucky day, because you are stuck in detention with me! Isn’t that cool?” Mathias knew it wasn’t really all that great to be stuck in a room where you weren’t supposed to be talking or anything in the slightest, but he figured that the newbie tan kid was pretty lucky to be spending his first detention with Mathias. Heck, who wouldn’t want to be spending detention with him?

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Kiviuq didn't mind this room. It would seem strange for anyone on the outside of Kiviuq's mind, as a bright room might seem distracting and pose the risk of headaches. However, all Kiviuq saw was the white-washed colour of fresh snow that peacefully fluttered down from pale gray skies. The room was cooler than the outer stifling heat as well. The overall experience was like a liquid pouring through Kiviuq's body, washing away the past stresses and anxieties. This room was an overwhelming blast from the past, as it was similar to his home. Well, plus a couple degrees and minus the open fresh air. As Kiviuq took his place in a school desk, he was reminded of the fact that he was not back home. He was still in the superhero training school, or whatever it was called.

In all honesty, Kiviuq had no intentions of becoming some hero, or a sidekick for that matter. As if anyone would want him anyways. He was a burden wherever he went, and that load would only worsen some hero's attempts to make the world a better place. To top it off, any hero would have a greater chance of actually dying in a dangerous fight if Kiviuq was his (or her) tag-team partner.

Kiviuq shivered, despite feeling warm.

Flicking his eyes down to distract his mind from the morbid topic, Kiviuq began to start an extra-credit assignment when he heard someone call out to him. Or... was it him? Kiviuq glanced upward, meeting the sapphire eyes of another student. Kiviuq quickly broke the gaze, glancing to his left, then his right. Was the blond talking to him? Must have, because Kiviuq's eyes found no other student. They did however, find the supervisor of this room. The teacher didn't wear the most amused look at the fact that the two students were not obeying the rule of silence.

Kiviuq didn't want any trouble, really. If only the staff of this island would believe that. The problem was, his powers didn't agree with his persona. And, knowing his cursed luck, the student across from him (and himself) would be penalized further for disruption of detention. Yet, the teacher didn't move. In fact, the older lady warned the two of them to behave as she needed to make an excursion to the office. She also informed the pair that their powers were completely void in the room as she departed into the hallway.

Kiviuq almost missed the second round of annoying chatter from the blond. Powers... would not work? As in, they were muted out? Kiviuq almost melted back into his seat. Perhaps... that bout of bad luck was really a blessing in disguise. Of course, Kiviuq couldn't spend the rest of his life in this room, but they apparently had the technology to suppress superpowers. Was there any chance that Kiviuq could get a device made that he could simply keep on his person at all times?

Almost completely out of it, Kiviuq jerked back into reality and out of his thoughts. Right, the blond kid was talking to him, wasn't he? Allowing his ebony gaze to land back on the older student, Kiviuq studied the wiry blond and processed his words. Something about being a new student and how Kiviuq was lucky. Lucky? Ha. This kid, er... older male, didn't know the half of it. This student, whoever he was, was mislead. It wasn't a good thing for Kiviuq to be around him. Though, how could this clueless guy know? Kiviuq would never speak of it and half his teachers were unaware of his unstable aura. A random student would be hung out to dry as well, save for the telepathic ones. Even if this kid was psychic, the supervisor had stated that powers didn't work here. Kiviuq's thoughts were still safe and secure.

Kiviuq cast the guy a blank stare as he tried to formulate some sort of response. Technically, he didn't have to ditch the guy because unfortunate events wouldn't occur in this small area. However, if Kiviuq allowed himself and this student to become attached (or... become friends), then there was a likely chance that Kiviuq would cross paths with this male again, but not in this location. That wouldn't be fair for either of them, as Kiviuq's demeanour would have to become nasty and mean in order to repel him. Well... Just another person that would have to deal with a regular, generic asshole version of the Inuit boy. Kiviuq couldn't do it any other way, even if he desperately wanted to.

Peeling his eyes from the other's crystal blue ones, Kiviuq looked back to his paper. Best to not be too memorable. He needed to make this encounter boring and bland so the other would simply forget him. Kiviuq himself wasn't the most unique person out there, which worked out well for him. He would just... blend in to a sea of faces, recognizing others from a distance... all alone. Tightening his grip on his pencil, Kiviuq pressed onward, submerging himself in numbers, but not before sarcastically muttering, “Yes, very cool.”

He'd apologize tonight, and maybe write a letter that the blond boy would never read. He prayed with all his heart that his cold responses wouldn't hurt the other's feelings...

[MATHIAS ANDERSEN]

The other student seemed disinterested. Of course that came as no surprise to the Dane. There were tons of people who didn’t want to partake in his ridiculousness, and heck, he couldn’t expect all of the students to want to play along with him. But he could certainly try right? Heck and now that the detention teacher left, now he had all the more time to try to get to know his new…er…’roommate.’

“Yes, very cool.”

Mathias bit his lip. He knew people like this. The dry and sarcastic-y type. Maybe some of it was an act, maybe it was just their personalities. However, Mathias didn’t really care one or the other, this new er… ‘friend’ of his was just going to have to deal with him for the rest of the day, and if he was going to be like this the whole time, well that was his own choice, wasn’t it?

“Well, anyway. I’m Mathias. Mathias Andersen. I’m not really a bad kid I swear, I’m actually really nice! I just get into a lot of trouble because I like to throw things at my friend Antonio in the middle of class. Oh and because I tilt back in my chair sometimes and when the teacher yells at me I fall backwards and cause a huge disruption! “

Of course there were other things that the Dane did to get himself into trouble, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to give off a more awkward image than he probably was already projecting to the younger student.

“Who might you be? You seem really cool...! Or should I say, you seem really…” Oh! Mathias finally put his finger on why the student looked familiar. He placed his hands on the other’s cheek and got really, really close to him for a moment, before a large grin spread over his face.

“Hvor kommer du fra? “ The Dane lightly squeezed his cheeks, practically hoping onto the desk, “Kommer du fra Grønland?” Hopefully the other really was from Greenland, because if he was some other kind of … tan ethnicity, that would be majorly embarrassing. But the Dane was almost certain he knew a Greenlandic person when he saw them. Or so he thought he did.

“I bet you have a really cool Greenlandic name too!” This kid seemed to fit every stereotype he could remember… well. Maybe with the exception of the constant public drunkenness. Well maybe the other was drunk but for some reason he seemed to be a bit too smart to be a drunk. If Mathias had to guess, this other student was most definitely in here by accident. Probably accident tripped up in the middle of class and made a huge commotion.

To be honest, Mathias felt pretty bad for those kids. They got detention one time and freaked out. As though the one detention completely ruined their school record for good or completely ruined their chances at getting into college or graduating from the high school. Heck he himself got detention so much, it was a wonder that he was even allowed to be a senior at the school.

And he knew it wasn’t really because he was a bad kid, because, to be frank, he really wasn’t. It was more along the line that he was a very easily distracted kid. He got bored sitting in class, so it never took him very long to start fidgeting in place and sometimes he would end up bugging the other students, which often left them very annoyed and wanting to get away from him. Or rather. It left them wanting to get away from him.

So one sob story to the teacher later, and lecture, and the Dane was being sent off to detention. He always knew it was going to happen when it did, but for some reason he never stopped his behavior as much as he should’ve.

And he didn’t think he ever would either.

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Kiviuq found it hard to focus on calculus for a few reasons. The one was obvious as the blond beside him, now formerly introduced to be Mathias Anderson, was chattering away in the Inuit boy's ear. The other less-expected reason was that Kiviuq didn't know how to really focus intently on a sole object. He spent his entire life with his mind half intent on tasks. It was the only way that he could allow himself to do simple actions like studying or reading without destroying the item that held his concentration. If the tanned male let himself fall into full attention on anything or anyone... well... least to say, it never ended well. The sensation of actually being able to fully divert his focus on something was so utterly foreign that he didn't actually know how.

There was also the fact that Mathias was like a microphone, blaring like a stereo that didn't have an off switch. Kiviuq sighed, before looking up at the older man that was demanding his attention. From what the Inuit lad could tell, Mathias didn't seem like a liar. His words were oddly naive sounding, almost like the wiry blond was the younger one in the room. The Greenlander had a hard time thinking this Mathias was in fact a bad kid. His answer was almost... to innocent for that of a real rotten apple. At the same time though, Kiv wasn't quite sure if this was the kind of kid that he'd want to associate with (that was, if he actually could). Kiviuk was naturally a little more on the quiet, goody-two-shoes side, but if this room had the ability to mute out his curse, then he might have to change his morals ever so slightly.

Kiviuq glanced around awkwardly, unsure of how to really deal with this guy. Perhaps that Inuit boy could learn from him. If this Mathias got into detention a lot like like he said he had, then maybe Kiviuq could adapt some of his 'techniques', or at least the more minor ones. Or... perhaps he could just request to work in the detention hall at all times. He doubted that though... his luck wouldn't carry through that far. He'd have to start causing trouble... haha, not to worry. Trouble would find him without the boy searching for it.

Kiviuq wasn't allowed to scheme for long, as his eyes jerked from the corner of his page to the other when the guy inquired on Kiviuq's identity. The boy stared for a moment at the blond, really allowing his onyx eyes to take the older guy's appearance. He had to have a couple years on Kiviuq, though that was only defined by the sharpness in his jawline and the assurance in his stance. Otherwise, the guy was free spirited, simply indicated by the wild look in his eyes and his untamed head of hair. The guy was dressed casually in red, normally a bright and alarming colour, but it was dim in comparison to his sunny and almost goofy disposition. Kiviuq blinked, quickly jerking his head down to break the eye contact that he had made. He was doing a poor job of being bland and monotonous.

Kiviuq was pulled back to Mathias's eyes when the blond unexpectedly laid a hand on the Inuit boy's face. Eyes wide and almost petrified at the fact that Mathias was inches away from him, the tanned kid froze. N-No one ever, and Kiviuq emphasized the thought, ever touched him, hugged him, kissed him or ever wanted to be in the same room as the cursed Greenlander. To have someone invade his personal bubble so quickly, with no warning, had set Kiviuq into a state of semi-shock.

“Hvor kommer du fra? Kommer du fra Grønland?”

The hand on his face twitched tighter, almost pinching the tanned skin that was rapidly staining red as Kiviuq's mind caught up with the situation. He didn't realize at first that the boy had switched dialects, but as Kiviuq yelped and toppled backwards out of his chair, he realized that the last sentences uttered had not been in English. Scrambling back until his shoulders bumped into the opaque white wall, Kiviuq panted as he swept a rushed hand over his forehead, his wide eyes not leaving the blue-hued boy.

That language, that tongue... Kiviuq knew it. He knew it well. In fact, he learned that language before he had even learned what 'English' was. Danish was his second tongue, while English was his third. Blinking wildly in confusion, Kiviuq sat confused against the wall. How... how did that kid know? Was it Kiviuq's dark skin? His ebony hair? His charcoal eyes? Or perhaps his accent? The Greenlandic boy didn't know. All he knew was that the male had spoken fluent Danish to him and, now that Kiviuq paid attention to him, noticed his Scandinavian blue eyes and blond hair. The guy was probably from Denmark.

It didn't stop there either. Mathias continued to buzz onwards, his eagerness overflowing in the tone of his voice as he leaned over the white desk and calculus page that Kiviuq had left behind. He simply stared like a fish, with his eyes bulging and mouth slightly agape as he desperately tried to regain control over himself. Quickly fidgeting as he ran his tongue over his dry lips, he tried to formulate what to say. This guy, as nice as he was, was overly outgoing. Eager. Naive. He wouldn't understand if Kiviuq told him about his powers and reasons for staying away from other people. He'd have to really be nasty to this one. Trying to swallow down the layers of nervousness and shock, Kiviuq flicked his eyes off distantly as he focused on his breathing to alleviate his mind.

“W-What's it to you?” Kiviuq sputtered, trying to keep his cool but he tripped over his tongue.

[MATHIAS ANDERSEN]

Mathias let out a small gasp as the other student toppled backwards out of his chair and onto the ground, his delicately tanned skin turning a bright shade of red. Mathias knew the look of embarrassment well. In fact, he was almost certain that with the exception of his best friend Antonio, he had probably ridiculous humiliated all of his friends in one way or the other. It wasn’t like he did these things on purpose! He just had a tendency to say the wrong things at the wrong time! Or maybe it was something more like completely lacking a brain to mouth filter. He had been told that before too.

“W-What's it to you?”

Mathias moved towards the other student to pull him up, his eyebrow cocked slightly. Sure it wasn’t really his business, but he had asked nicely, hadn’t he? He never really saw himself as a rude student, because really, he wasn’t! Sure some of the other students regarded him as a bit too familiar at times, but he did his best to not be mean or anything! He didn’t want to act like a huge jerk because if he did, rumors would get around and people would be avoiding him all over again. This wasn’t what he wanted at all.

Something in his gut however, told him that this was just an act that the other kid was putting up. The other student’s dark brown eyes told Mathias different stories than he was trying to project. Mathias was almost used to this type of behavior from his fellow students. Them acting purposely mean or cold in an attempt to scare him off, or get him to back down.

But come on! He knew he was overbearing, but really liked people! He really did enjoy them! He wanted to be around them, and it was bonus points if he could get them to act real with him too! None of this phony baloney cool kid stuff he saw all the time.

“You don’t have to act that way to me uh… kid! I’m pretty nice!” Mathias bit his bottom lip, and after he pulled the other kid upwards, he set his chair up as well, “I like meeting new people, and if they can speak Danish, that is pretty cool too! Even if they do speak it with a weird accent..”

Now he was just muttering absentmindedly. It wasn’t rare for this happen. In fact, he was pretty sure that a certain someone he knew, knew the exact moments when to tune Mathias’ chattering out, and when not to. Of course that kind of upset the Dane now that he thought about it, but it was probably for the better he supposed. He wasn’t sure how well he’d be able to keep up if someone else did the same to him. But most of his friends were much quieter than him so he supposed he would never find out.

He sighed slightly, his face also flushing somewhat.

“I’m sorry if I scared you or something.” He then smiled at the student, “I really would like to talk to you though, you seem like a good person! I can see it in your eyes!” Mathias refrained from making a joke about the “drunks” of Greenland, instead choosing to do his best to put himself in a less goofy light.

He would’ve added that he was a bit of a mutterer and that the other could pick and choose what he wanted to hear from Mathias’s chattering, but he didn’t want to say anything about that just yet. Maybe the Greenlandic would figure it out on his own. In fact he was almost certain he would figure it out.

Mathias just continued to smile at the other student, in hopes that he would maybe open up a bit.

((THIS SUCKS SO BADLY I'M REALLY SORRY))

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Kiviuq watched with more-than-visible apprehension as the Danish male cut the distance between the two of them once more, this time looking almost suspicious. G-Good... maybe that meant that he'd leave Kiviuq alone to his own miserable tendencies. The hand on his upper arm told Kiviuq that he wasn't through with Mathias Anderson yet. Looking incredibly timid and reserved as he was hauled to his feet, he had to try and pin his emotions inside as they flared. He was honestly... scared. Scared that this boy wouldn't be driven off and that Kiviuq would hurt him.

At this point, the Inuit kid was back on his feet with the help of the blond Dane. Kiviuq would have liked to utter some thanks for the assistence, but any encouragement towards this guy might cause him to stick around. Kiviuq bit his lip hard to tell himself that that would be a bad, bad thing and that he could never afford to let someone accompany him. It was bad enough that his beloved dog liked him. Just look what happened to the canine... he was a tripod dog after his front limb was broken and mangled so badly by an igloo collapsing that it had to be amputated. This Mathias was a bright, happy, good-looking guy. What if something, anything, happened to that? Kiviuq didn't even know him. The Dane was a perfect stranger. He... he couldn't...

The tanned kid's knees began to shake as he tried not to tremble. Control... control. Breathe in, breathe out. Kiviuq snapped his gaze to the ground as Mathias trailed back to the chair, setting it right side up. Maybe if Kiviuq could just think of something else. Distract his mind before he really lost it. He was doing a horrible job at keeping a cap on his emotional status, but he wanted to pit some of the blame for that on his fellow detention student. No one had ever been so overly open with the Greenlandic boy. It was a completely new, foreign experience that Kiviuq had (fortunately) not experienced outside of this room. Had the bad-luck magnet been anywhere else, surely something horrible would have happened. Combining nerves, fear, and panic into a short burst of time was a dreadful concoction that only spelled out disaster.

How could Kiviuq expect to live and function on this island if he couldn't deal with one outgoing man?

Swallowing thickly as he buttoned down his unease, he looked back to the Dane, who had spoken at this point. Kiviuq wanted to agree with him. Apologize for the way that he was acting, but say that it was really for the best. That was complicated though. It was something that Kiviuq didn't want to do. To put up explanation, tamper with peoples emotions... heck, he'd be tampering with his own. 'Hey, I'm actually not a jerk and I think you are really nice. Besides, you're the one with the funny accent. But hey, I can't get to know you because I could very well cause your death. No hard feelings, right?' No. Things didn't work out that way. Kiviuq wasn't exactly a people person, but humans were defiant creatures. They'd disobey his words, stick nearby, then get caught up in an accident and get hurt. Then he'd be blamed and ostracized by others when he tried to warn them. No. Kiviuq had to establish a clear image. Be as mean and nasty as he could be. Push others away. Make himself the most hated individual on the island.

As much as it killed him, he had to do it.

“Whatever...” he tried, staring down at the ground hard. Kiviuq wasn't quite sure what to actually say that had a nasty bite to it. What? Oh, you're not nice at all! And Danish is stupid! You sound stupid! Again, that wouldn't work. That would make Kiviuq look like a childish brat that had been spoiled beyond recognition. Not exactly what Kiviuq wanted. He wanted to just be a strict asshole. Nothing more, nothing less.

Kiviuq swallowed once, adjusting that scarf that encased his neck as his took a few quick steps past the blond, trying not to make eye contact as he took a seat. Then Mathias spoke again, just as Kiviuq's fingertips plucked the pencil from his desk. H-... He wasn't scared! Just... startled. Staring hard at the calculus page, he tried to keep his face from cracking into one of sadness as the Dane continued to speak. Someone... wanted to talk to him. Mathias thought... he was a good person. From how Kiviuq had treated him? C-Could Mathias really tell? Could the Scandinavian really see it in his onyx eyes that he honestly wasn't what he appeared to be?

Plip.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Kiviuq had sworn to be resolute and strong. He promised that he wouldn't succumb to his desire for friendship. He promised... promised. Did all those deaths back home mean nothing? Were they not a cruel lesson? A reminder? Kiviuq squeezed his pencil hard, and his teeth sank into his lip. Was he really falling down that path?

Plip plip.

He couldn't do this. This strain, this ache inside his chest. He felt like his heart was breaking into two. One half went out to the people's names on the gravestones back home. The innocent lives that he smothered with his cursed incidents. The other half called out to his neglected emotions. His raw want... no, need to be loved, admired, or even liked. It was tearing him apart and it was only his second day in the Asher Academy.

“D-Don't you get it?” Kiviuq started shakily, not looking towards the guy, but at his tear-stained calculus sheet. Dropping the writing utensil, he brought his clammy hands to his eyes to hide his shame crying. “You can't be around me,” he said, trying not to quiver in his seat. “Please Mathias...” he started tenderly, the pleading, rawness in his voice exposing the tears that his fingers covered.

[MATHIAS ANDERSEN]

With a raised brow, Mathias watched as the other kid practically trembled out of his shoes. To be honest, he was definitely more than just a little bit confused. There was something that this other student wasn’t telling him, and whatever information was being withheld, Mathias wasn’t exactly sure if he wanted to know what it was, but at the same time…

“Whatever...”

Uh. What? This kid was certainly having some kind of emotional trouble, and he wondered slightly if himself was the cause of it. Thinking about it now however, there was no way that this could’ve been true. He knew he had done nothing wrong, and even if he had, he was sure that nothing he could’ve done in such a short amount of time could possibly warrant such a reaction from another student. At this point, he wasn’t sure if his fellow student was simply just overreacting to his energetic greetings or if he was afraid of it.

It wasn’t as though Mathias was all that scary… was he? Certainly it wasn’t a fear of his powers either. Or at least there was almost no way in hell it had anything to do with his powers! What was so scary about magnets anyway!? What was he going to do? Magnetically shockwave someone to death? Yeah right. As if he really had any reason to do something like that! Heck, it wasn’t even possible to do something like that in the detention room anyway!! The worst he could do was knock the other student out of his place. Which to be honest, he had already done.
Mathias was once again aware of the other student as he sidestepped him to sit at a desk.

For a moment the Dane stood in his place, his back to the other student. If something had gone wrong, he honestly wasn’t exactly aware of it. He could feel a small aching in his heart, but being the person he was, he did his very best to attempt to brush those feelings away with the swipe of his hand over his brow.
The room was silent a moment, as the Dane made an attempt to allow for the Greenlandic boy to gather up his emotions.

“D-Don't you get it? You can’t be around me! Please Mathias...”

Mathias could hear the wavering in the other student’s voice, and with wide eyes, he paced around to look at him, his brow furrowed in disbelief. He felt a small flaring of his nerves somewhere in the back of his mind, but almost immediately he felt a level of frustration grow at his own unjustified feelings. He knew that not everyone was going to like him. He knew that as well as anyone! Sometimes he wondered why he even cared to make attempts to get people to like him.

“Er…” He bit his lip, “If you don’t want me to talk to you… t-then I won’t. I can just sit over there in that corner and you won’t even notice I’m here, and we can pretend nothing even happened.” Mathias moved his hand to place it on the other’s shoulder, but immediately found himself stopping short, his fingertips lightly grazing the ends of the other boy’s hair.

Yeah. Yeah he was bummed out. So what? As it had turned out, he had made a poor call in a potential friend. Who wouldn’t get bummed out being rejected so brutally? Rejected to the point of the other person crying at the sight of him? Yeah man, that takes a lot to get over. Luckily for him however, he wasn’t the type of person to hang onto stuff like this for very long. He’d feel much better as soon as he got out of the detention hall so that he could spend some time with Natalia and Antonio. They usually didn’t reject him.

Mathias could feel a small laugh escape from his throat anyway.

“You know man, you sure have the act of rejection down pat, don’t you?”

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Kiviuq had to desperately cling to the side of his desk as his chest ached. It hurt. It hurt so much that he could not prevent the tears from continuously slipping from his eyes and down his cheeks. He needed to remove that ache, the heartthrob that ailed him so. He couldn't though... the only way to alleviate his personal agony was to make friends with Mathias. That wasn't possible though. If he hurt him... it... it would tear the Greenlandic boy apart. He couldn't live with another death laid out on his fragile shoulders.

The pain didn't stop. Kiviuq wanted to sob, but had enough pride to restrain himself to not make a sound, save for the fat drops of salted water that splattered on his practice assignment. Mathias was only making this worse. Why couldn't he just be like the other people? Just snap back a crude remark to Kiv? No, instead Mathias had to be nice. It was as if her were innocent. Pure. Not yet tainted by the poisons of humanity. Kiviuq tightened his grip on the side of the desk. He needed... to either get in control or get out of here. He couldn't stay in limbo like this. One, he had been holding his breath to repress any unmanly sobs. Two, he was going to burst if this horrible feeling in his chest remained there any longer.

He shouldn't have come. He should have stayed in isolation in Greenland. As horribly unbearable as that was, it was better than his current situation. At least there, he was alone. He couldn't hurt anyone but himself and his hardy dog (and eventually, Kiviuq knew he would die, even if it was just from old age). On this densely packed, sickeningly humid island, he was stressed about his powers. Stress only worsened them too, which caused him to stress out even more. It was a vicious circle that was eventually going to get someone hurt. What if that person was Mathias, the kid that had tried to befriend him?

“Er… If you don’t want me to talk to you… t-then I won’t. I can just sit over there in that corner and you won’t even notice I’m here, and we can pretend nothing even happened.”

Kiviuq cracked, the fact evident by the heavy wince he made. He couldn't bear this burden any longer... this pain. It would consume him. He needed to tackle it head on, and if that meant being nasty, then so be it. Wiping his face and steadying his erradic heartbeat, Kiviuq shot something back Mathias's way that would surely sting more than any comments he had failed at making before.

“Yeah? What made you ever think I ever wanted to talk to you?”

The remark was mean and Kiviuq knew it. Though, that was okay... sort of. He needed to be hated. To be repulsive. If he was made out to be the bad guy, then maybe he wouldn't have to deal with kindness anymore. Kiviuq hated when he had to put people down, but he hated it even more when they were nice people. It was easier to be mean and hostile towards grumpy, unfriendly folks. Mathias was the complete opposite, but maybe Kiviuq could just make the blond never want to see him again. That would also solve the problem. It wasn't like he'd be seeing Mathias around, right? The male was clearly older than him, thus taking different classes. He could have been a hero too, which would make their encounters rare.

“You know man, you sure have the act of rejection down pat, don’t you?”

Mathias didn't stop though. He was still being nice. Kiviuq snapped up to his feet, the sudden action sending his chair flying back once more as he grabbed his calculus page and roughly shoved it into his bag. The feelings of turmoil were returning because Mathias just didn't get it, and he probably wouldn't if Kiviuq told him straight. It would just... be easier this way. Turning around in a flash, the shorter boy glared up into those crystal eyes, drastically different from the fragile kid he had been before.

“Yeah, I do. Do you not get that?” Kiviuq snapped, eyebrows furrowed in anger and stress. He was upset. He wanted space. He wanted to be alone, but there was no where on this stupid stupid island that he could stay, save for this room that had this stupid stupid stupid Dane in it! Tossing his ratty bag over his shoulder, he turned sharply and moved towards the door. To hell with detention right now. He'd serve his sentence in solitude somewhere else, where no one would find him. He really didn't want to rebel, but his emotions were getting the better of him and he needed out. Granted, it wouldn't be the wisest of choices to exit the sanctuary where his powers were null, especially when he was as worked up as he was, but anything was better than rejecting the kind blond's gesture towards friendship.

“Learn to read the atmosphere you big dunce,” Kiviuq said without looking back, trying not to allow his voice to quiver. Clasping the handle, he threw the door open without hesitation and strode through it. His powers welcomed him by shattering the lightbulb above his head, causing glass shards to rain down into his hair. He didn't care though. He just wanted out. Breaking into a run, Kiviuq dashed towards the nearest red EXIT sign that he saw as something else broke behind him. Must have been a power line to the lights, because the hallway went dark. Why? Why him? Tears reemerged as Kiviuq threw himself outside, falling clumsily on the grass before running as fast as he could. The sobs weren't kept in now as he struggled up a hill, into the jungle-like forest.

I'm sorry Mathias... I'm sorry for all of this. You can't forgive me though. Stay away from me... I'll only hurt you...

[MATHIAS ANDERSEN]

“Learn to read the atmosphere you big dunce." Mathias felt a spear pierce through his heart momentarily and he swallowed thickly, kicking his foot through the thin shattered glass on the ground. He comtemplated chasing after the other for a moment. Chase after him and apologize for making him cry.

But the more he mulled it over... the more he felt that he had done nothing wrong. Mathias wasn't going to chase after someone who he had been nothing but nice to and had gotten nothing but well, hatred in return. He hadn't made the other cry. He knew he hadn't. He wasn't a bully... He may have gotten into fights when he shouldn't have, but he wasn't mean or spiteful...

Mathias chuckled weakly to himself, shoving his hands into his pocket. He could see a younger version of himself in the other. He wasn't sure why, but he could remember a younger Mathias being filled with quite a bit of frustration and anger and getting angry at just about everything with little to no reason why.

But he had gotten over his inner rage with the help of his first girlfriend and his mother. And by the time he came to Asher Academy, he had met his good friends Antonio and Natalia, then of course there was his newer friends, like Lilli, who got a chance to meet and become Antonio's sidekick. He had a lot of really great friends. He was... Well he could honestly say that he was... happy.

But now... Now he was just feeling crummy.

Trying to shove his own poor emotions aside, Mathias sighed deeply and plopped into a desk in the corner. He would probably feel better if he took a nap. Heck, maybe he wouldn't have to see that other student ever again. This could just be a funny story he would come and whine to Antonio or Natalia about later about how he ran into a strange melodramatic kid in the detention room.

Just as he put his head down in his arms, the teacher who had left to run a quick errand emerged back into the room.

"Mathias?" She stated, "Where did Kiviuq go?! He is required to serve out the rest of this period here. And why is there a shattered lightbulb on the ground?!" Mathias glanced up at her with a shrug.

"I guess it was Kivu... Kee's power." He couldn't remember what the teacher had said the other boy's name was, but at this point he didn't care. He really kind of just wanted to go back to his dorm and stay there.

But the teacher wouldn't have any of that, and because of that, she ended up making Mathias clean up the mess himself as well as extending the latter half of his detention to around an hour after all of his classes were over. In the long run of things, by the time Mathias got to his room, he was quite flustered.

There wasn't anyone there for him to talk to either. He wondered if Antonio had fallen asleep somewhere strange. That would've been cute. Even if it was inconvenient. He wasn't sure where Peter was either... It was possible that he was off bugging his upper classman friends...

As Mathias was going to fall on his bed, he noticed a janitor standing right outside their room replacing a sign on the door. He blinked in confusion. It was weird to see new people coming in the middle of the year. Well it was true that there had only been three people in his dorm for a while...

Mathias slid off of his bed and paced towards the door, smiling brightly at the janitor as he leaned over the small elderly gentleman to glance at the placard. Of course his name was first. Not that that was any surprise, what with his last name starting with an "A" and all. Right under his was Antonio's, then Peter's... And his mouth fell open in surprise. The last name that was added to the placard was... "Kiviuq Okpik." He wrinkled his nose and let out a groan.

Well then. This was just fantastic. Okay, maybe it wasn't that big a deal. Mathias had always been pretty good with people. But he couldn't say the same for Kiviuq when he came er... home.

It was just his luck, wasn't it?

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Kiviuq was hurting. Aching. His chest felt like there were a rift in it, threatening to split the boy into as he ran through trees, branches and some sort of foliage that he didn't recognize. The vibrant greens, red, and various browns were foreign to his colour scheme. He didn't like it. Sprinting, tripping, and fumbling as he refused to slow his pace, Kiviuq ran. He did not know where he fled to, nor did he really care. He was panicking internally and it showed as rad lacerations began to appear on his hands, and face where his skin was uncovered. He was getting shredded by branches and brambles that he carelessly trudged through.

Eventually, Kiviuq's stamina met its end as he collapsed into a pile of dirt and leaves, burying his face in the mixture of composting plant matter as he choked, sobbed and pitifully wailed like a pained animal caught in a trap. The lamenting boy continued this release until he heard a crack. Snapping up into a sitting position, he caught sight of the branch just as it fell and cracked the back of his head. In an instant, Kiviuq felt a burst of pain in his skull as he blacked out.

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Kiviuq awoke to the sensation of something wet on his cheek. A groan echoed through his lips as pain throbbed in his head, plaguing his mind with a dull ache as he tried to reach full consciousness. Kiviuq tried to push away from whatever was forcing him from the rest that he so needed, but the wet contact didn't let up. The tanned Inuit eventually grumbled something incoherent as he cracked his onyx eyes open. Surprisingly, there wasn't much light like he honestly expected. It wasn't as light as before... how long had he been out?

Blinking a few times, Kiviuq's eyes drifted towards the deep chocolate eyes that stared at him in concern. The wet tongue washed over his cheek once more, cleaning off some of the blood that had dried from his scratches. “Nanuq...” Kiviuq whispered softly, reaching up to tenderly stroke the canine behind the ears. He had come for Kiviuq... found him... wherever he was. Sitting up slowly, Kiviuq hissed in pain as he realized that the branch that had kicked his ass was still sprawled across him, pinning him to the earth.

Grunting in frustration, Kiviuq desperately tried to worm his way out from under the branch, which seemed like a full on tree trunk at this point. Nanuq caught on to the Inuit's plans as the white dog paced around the bark, gnawing on the stick as he tried to pull. Kiviuq squirmed, using the centimetres that Nanuq had given him to crawl out gingerly. He hurt almost everywhere, but he didn't think it was anything that serious, aside from his head. That he knew was bad, and he probably should see a doctor but he was still too emotionally compromised to socialize with people.

Concussed, tired, and ready to crawl into bed, Kiviuq gradually rose to his feet. His head spun as he wobbled, his hands finding the plush fur of his canine ally that supported him. “Thanks bud...” Kiviuq said hoarsely, following the dog's lead as he began to walk. He honestly hoped that Nanuq knew where he was going, because Kiviuq was more than lost. He hadn't exactly left a trail of breadcrumbs when he ran sobbing into the rainforest.

Right... he has been a crying mess a few hours ago. Rubbing his face, Kiviuq tried to clear his thoughts when he noticed the thin red lines covering his hands. Oh... right. Scratches. Kiviuq shook his head at himself, but that only made him more nauseous. The excursion had been stupid, hadn't it? He was probably going to get in big trouble for it too because he skipped out on detention. Faaaantastic.

Trying to steady himself, Kiviuq staggered along beside his three-legged friend, trying to keep focused as he stumbled over the uneven terrain. Nanuq was patient though as he carefully guided him along, stopping when Kiviuq needed to rest or he became too dizzy. It took then well over an hour, to fumble along, but they eventually reached campus once more. Kiviuq honestly just wanted to go home (his real home), but the dorms would have to do at this point. “Nanuq, home...” Kiviuq quietly commanded, stroking the dog's head as he hoped he understood. Nanuq looked at him with those chocolate eyes before beginning to walk. Kiviuq had been to his dorm once, but just to put his bags away. He hadn't met his roommates yet and honestly... he wasn't looking forward to that.

Another journey later left the pair in front of Dorm room 100, the one that he had visited earlier today. Kiviuq didn't bother taking a second look at the dorm label, instead just opting to tug the key from his bag. Pulling the device out, he quickly jammed it into the lock and twisted, hearing the satisfying click of it unlocking, or something like that. Twisting the knob, Kiviuq pushed against the door before he felt it jam. “Oh perfect....” he muttered sarcastically, rubbing the goose-egg on the back of his head tenderly before pushing hard against the wood of the door. It didn't budge. Kivuq grumbled once more before pushing harder, leaning against the blockade. Still nothing. “For the love of Pete...” Kiviuq backed up, clenching his jaw together as he launched himself forward, bearing the brunt of the blow with is shoulder. The door finally gave way and swung open, which meant that Kiviuq face planted forward to taste carpet. He sighed into the floor until a cold nose poked at his side and urged him up. He rose slowly, almost unwillingly as he considered just sleeping there.

What Kiviuq did notice, was the sound of footsteps. Ah... roommates. Turning, Kiviuq blinked as his eyes fell on the form that he unfortunately recognized. Staring fish-eyed at the Dane, Kivuq stood perfectly dumbfounded at the fact that Mathias, the person he tried to blow off, was his roommate. He'd be seeing Mathias a lot. This was... someone he might have to constantly encounter. Kiviuq's bag his the floor as he lost feeling in his fingers.

Oh god...

[Sorry for depressing-ness...]

[MATHIAS ANDERSEN]

Mathias was pacing circles around his dorm room. What could he say?? What would he say? He wasn’t a miracle worker! It wasn’t his job to make things perfect for an early soured relationship! Especially when he hadn’t done anything wrong. He didn’t understand. He hated when he didn’t understand. He hated it more than anything! He had told himself , hell, his mother had told him many times that he wasn’t an idiot. He knew he wasn’t an idiot, too!! But he couldn’t help but feel that way when he didn’t understand what someone was thinking. And to say that it happened often would be a gross understatement of the situation of Mathias’ inability to read people’s emotions.

The tall Dane flopped on his bed. His heart was crushed, and the more he thought about the situation, the more he found himself grimacing. He wasn’t stupid.

No. He wasn’t stupid at all.

The Dane bounced upwards with a renewed vigor. A strange kind of energy filled within him as he pounded out of the room and down the hallways till he reached the counselor’s offices. He carefully slid into the main appointment room, and before anyone could catch him, used his powers to unlock the first office door he came across. He then shut the entrance to “Mr. Sanduvsky’s” office, locking the door behind him, and to be extra safe, he shoved one of the chairs behind the desk right beneath the handle.

Okay. Now. The Dane knew that the counselors had a lot of information on the students in their files. Hell, his counselor in particular had somehow known both Mathias’ past as a troublemaker, as well as his powers. At the time Mathias arrived at the school, even he wasn’t quite sure what he powers were!! He just called it fancy metal magic and left it at that. In fact, his counselor was the one that told him that what his powers were was really magnetic manipulation. Yeah that definitely explained why he could float, that was for sure.

Shaking all of his thoughts away, he found himself staring at the computer screen blankly. So how did one go about finding people in this thing, anyway? Wasn’t there supposed to be some kind of password that kept curious young hackers like himself at bay? Yeah. Hahahaaa, he was a hacker, that was for sure. He rolled his eyes and shook the mouse around, which pulled the screen away from the flashing “Asher Academy for Super Powered Individuals” screensaver and took him to a rather complicated looking page. Mathias studied the everything for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only about ten minutes, before he came to realization that the counselor was putting together and reviewing a schedule or some kind.

It was another five or so minutes before Mathias built up the courage to move the mouse and scroll upward on the page. His eyes widened mischievously when it just so happened that the counselor was on very student that Mathias had been trying to search for in the first place.

“KIVIUQ OKPIK”

He read the name written at the top of page aloud. He was so damn clever. He didn’t even have to type anything!! Oh man he was already so excited! Who said he didn’t have a future in computer hacking!? He began to scroll across the page once again, biting his bottom lip. The stats said that the student was a “Male” which. Well no shit, was quite obvious to him. It went on to say that the student was fifteen years old, his birthday, and that he was from Greenland. He knew it!! He could probably recognize a Greenlandic anywhere!! He laughed to himself a moment, before his eyes scanned across the other student’s powers.

Probability Manipulation.

…What did that even mean? Probability Manipulation. Well… he knew that probability had to do with chance. But. He bit his lips and pulled the mouse upwards to click on it. To his luck, the little arrow changed into a hand, which meant that he could go to a new part of the website! He found himself getting more excited by the second, only to have his heart sink when he began to read more about Kiviuq’s powers.

“Seems to be particularly prone to bad luck.”

Bad luck, hunh? How the hell was that a super power? Hell, the Dane was pretty was sure if bad luck was a super power than he knew plenty of people who had that super power. His mother included. But as he continued to read the counselor’s notes, he felt a frown forming even bigger than ever before.

“Numerous accidents, including lethal ones.”

“Student is exceedingly dangerous and close watch should be kept on him.”

Mathias felt himself getting dizzy. What the hell was going on!?

“Power might be able to be controlled.”

“Bringing himself/other good fortune instead of bad a remote possibility?”

Mathias jumped backwards from the computer, his teeth biting into his cheeks so hard that he swore they could draw blood. If this student was such an enigma then what the fuck was he doing in a place where so many other students had the chance of being killed themselves!? This school never ceased to amaze him in its dysfunctionality.

Never the less, Mathias always saw himself as lucky, and as long as Kiviuq was going to be in his dorm, then Mathias was going to do the best he could to get along with the other student. Even if said student didn’t really want to get along with him. Maybe he could even help Kiviuq gain some control! Mathias could remember back before he spent most of his time with Antonio, Natalia, and Lili, that he did spend large amounts of it out behind the school, trying to understand and gain control over his powers.

By the time of his junior year, he was almost perfect. He never lost control, and never floated away like he had done when he was much younger. So… so maybe he could help Kiviuq too!! He could help Kiviuq and gain a new friend too! And then maybe the Greenlandic wouldn’t be so scared to meet new people! He could be friends with Antonio too! And Peter! And maybe Lili, and Natalia, and even Iain and Ana and all the cool people he knew!

Yeah!! This could work!

The Dane bounced onto his feet, pleased with his plan, and just as carefully as he had entered the room, he left, and casually dismissed himself from the admissions office before taking off, full speed down the hallway.

To his surprise however, when he got to the dorm room, Kiviuq hadn’t yet returned. Where on earth was that silly trouble maker anyway!? Mathias scratched his head and was about to leave the room once more, when a crashing sound alerted him to … well if he had to guess, it was definitely him.

The Dane pulled himself into the center of the room with ease, narrowing his brow upon seeing the familiar shaggy haired tan boy laying on the ground, his face buried into the rug.

The Dane narrowed his eyes, before crouching downwards to meet his gaze steadily.

“A.. Are you alright Kiviuq?” He held his hand outwards, to see if the other student wanted his help in getting up, but to be quite honest, Mathias was nervous. What if the Greenlandic boy broke down once more and ran off like he did before!? At that point would it just be best to give up entirely?

He didn’t really want to give up. He really didn’t…

Glancing at his shaking hand, and back towards the other student, Mathias gulped uneasily.

“Let’s have a new start, shall we?”

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Kiviuq was going to hyperventilate. Oh god... no. No. Not Mathias. Anyone but the gentle giant that had treated him with kindness when he so didn't deserve it. Kiviuq's powers didn't work there, when he had gotten upset. Here though... He wasn't safe here. Neither of them were and Kiviuq was stuck with someone he actually kind of liked. Mathias was kind to him... this wasn't fair! Why was he stuck with the one person he didn't want anything harmful to befall?

A hand soon extended into Kiviuq's hollow vision as the panicking Inuit glanced up into Mathias's eyes and inwardly cringed. Those eyes. Kiviuq felt the hurt beginning to well up in his throat. Those were the eyes of someone who wasn't wanting to be around him. Kiviuq was at the end of those eyes all too often. Lately, he hadn't felt that glance but at home, where everyone knew who he was and what he could do, he was always met with that apprehensive stare. The look that practically screamed 'I want to get away'.

Kiviuq was beginning to tremble. Mathias looked like an entirely different person. Even his approach had changed from before. Something was fundamentally different. Kiviuq could only think of one thing: Mathias knew. The Dane knew everything, and what Kiviuq could do. Even the blond's hand was trembling as the male apprehensively tried to be polite, but he wasn't nearly as forward as he had been in the detention hall.

'He knows. He knows everything about me.' Kiviuq shrank back, feeling his stomach knot. So this was it... everything about this island was the same as home. The same eyes, despite the differences in skin and hair colour. Kiviuq brought destruction wherever he went. He should have known that going to a training academy wouldn't fix anything. Beginning to breathe in shuttering gasps, Kiviuq nearly darted off when a white fuzzy thing entered his vision. Shifting his gaze to the side, he blinked to see Nanuq sniffing the foot of this student. With a wag of his fluffy tail, his lips parted into what could almost be seen as a canine like grin before the dog licked Mathias's trembling palm. Kiviuq glanced back to Mathias as he sat up on his own, conflicting emotions battling between him. Nanuq liked him too... well... that guaranteed that Mathias was a good person and that sealed the deal. Kiviuq needed to get away. He'd sleep in the bushes, under the pier... anywhere but here. He... he couldn't put Mathias at risk. Kiviuq began to slide back towards the exit, but suddenly a chill enveloped his organs and his mouth went dry as his vision blacked out.

Kiviuq didn't know what the horrid sensation was, aside from a premonition before he saw. Kiviuq had never actually seen what his precognition foretold. He usually only got a bad feeling. This time, he actually saw the bookshelf that flanked the door (he hadn't noticed it beforehand) fall in an awkward way to strike the pair. A bookshelf that full of heavy texts could easily crush a person...and seriously hurt them. Oh god. Kiviuq was moving before his vision even came back.

The tanned boy downright tackled Mathias head on, sending the pair tumbling backwards in an awkward sprawl as Kiviuq's concussed head began to spin. Not a moment after did the corner of the shelf give way as the whole unit collapsed forward, falling a few inches short of Kiviuq's worn sneakers. Nanuq had known better and had gotten out of the way without Kiviuq's interjection, but the canine was quick to be all over the two boys, poking and prodding them up with his snout in what seemed like a worried fashion.

Kiviuq's sluggish mind took a moment or two to come to before he rolled off the Dane in alarm, scooting a few feet away until he bumped into his dog that was licking Kiviuq's scratched palms and messed appearance. He was still ragged and had forgot about his excursion into the forest. He must have... really looked beat up. “I-I.... I'm sorry!” he quickly stammered, almost terrified that he had touched the Dane at this point. What if he had hurt him? What if the mere fact that he had brushed the pale skin of the Scandinavian caused a heart attack? What about a brain aneurysm? What if Mathias fell awkwardly from Kiviuq's sudden tackle and broken a rib? Kiviuq began to shake once more.

“I-I'm really sorry... I didn't mean to...” he stuttered, his hand finding comfort by gripping Nanuq's plush coat.

[MATHIAS ANDERSEN]

The very second that the dog began to lick the palm of his hand, the Dane felt his level of apprehension towards the Greenlandic begin to fade once again. Mathias loved dogs. What was even better, was that the dog seemed to love him right back! This was so sweet! He hardly ever had the chance to play with dogs at home, because of his animal allergies.

For a moment he was utterly distracted by the creature, running his fingers through the dog’s thick fur, completely unaware of Kiviuq trying to make his escape. Nor did he notice the slight twice in the other’s figure when he had his vision of impending doom. He was now completely preoccupied in scratching the dog behind the ears, trying to restrain himself from wrapping his arms around the creature and covering it in tiny kisses he only reserved for animals and those he was in a relationship with.

And he had almost completely forgotten the other was even in the room, until he suddenly found himself being knocked to the ground. A shooting pain erupted from the back of his skull as his head clanked against the carpeted floor. He gritted his teeth together in an attempt to lessen the pain, but wow this Greenlandic boy was a lot stronger than he seemed!! It took a lot to knock the Dane over, he knew it as well as anyone, considering that he weighed over 90 kilograms, but that was neither here nor there, as he was now on the floor, and their dorm bookshelf was lying face down a few inches from his feet.

“I-I.... I'm sorry!” Mathias could hear the pain in the other’s voice, “I-I'm really sorry... I didn't mean to...”

The Dane was quiet for a moment, as he tried to regain his bearings, rubbing lightly at the headache he now felt beginning to grip at the nape of his head. For a moment, he shut his eyes, only for his body to be overtaken by shuddering laughs. He wasn’t exactly sure why, hell, this wasn’t exactly what one would say was the funniest thing that had ever happened to the Dane. But the more he thought about it, the more a shuddering laugh began to take over his body.

“K- Kiviuq—Holy fucking shit—I wasn’t even—ready for that!” He tended to lose control of his mouth at times like this, not that he ever really had a filter, “Was that thing always that unsturdy? Damn man, I guess your powers are real!”

He was now in hysterics, to the point of sobbing. A little headache was a small price to pay for what could’ve been broken ribs, a concussion… or even worse.

“I’m so lucky you were here to push me out of the way I would’ve nev—I would’ve never even noticed had you not stopped me!” He grabbed a hold of the shuddering student’s shoulder, still being mindful of the other student’s aversion to physical touch, “Ma- Man I’d say if you can do that kind of stuff, well… well!”

He held up his finger to give himself a moment to catch his breath, all the while trying to formulate his wording.

“Well, imagine what kinds of stuff you could if you put your mind to it!! You could take those bad things out so easily, they’d never even see what was coming! Maybe if you had a better grip on your powers, you could learn to love them!”

Mathias remembered when he was much younger, his biggest fear was floating away into the sky, and he literally broke or/and ruined every piece of technology they owned. Kiviuq just needed to be taught how to use his powers!

“Don’t worry about me Kiviuq, okay?”

Mathias wiped one last tear from his eye, before standing up.

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Kiviuq watched in sheer panic when the man didn't respond. At least he was still moving. Though, that really didn't make Kiviuq feel any better. There could still be a lot wrong with the guy, even if was writhing around on the ground. Wait, writhing? Kiviuq was about to crawl over when suddenly the Dane was sitting up, rubbing his head. Uh oh, had he snapped his head back when they fell? Kiviuq shamefully rubbed the sore spot atop his own noggin. He had his own concussion to worry about... he didn't need to pass the token off to someone else.

Then Mathias's shoulders were shaking as Kiviuq sank to his bottom. Oh no... Mathias was crying. Crying because of him. Had he really hurt him that bad? Oh no, now Kiv was going to start cr-

Laughter. The dummy was laughing, not crying! Kiviuq felt red brush the tips of his ears for a fleeting moment, but it was soon replaced with confusion. Why was Mathias laughing? What was so amusing to the blond? Did he find it funny that they had almost been crushed by the bookcase? Was that really that amusing? Annoyance started to bloom within the tanned boy before the Dane spoke, which spooked the harsh emotion right out of him. Looking downright terrorstruck, Kiviuq flicked his uncertain, guilty black eyes to the Dane as he sputtered occasional words mixed in with his hearty laughs.

“K- Kiviuq—Holy fucking shit—I wasn’t even—ready for that! Was that thing always that unsturdy? Damn man, I guess your powers are real! I’m so lucky you were here to push me out of the way I would’ve nev—I would’ve never even noticed had you not stopped me!”

At this point, the man had gone beyond just throaty chuckles and was downright projecting his booming laugh across the room... no, the entire building. Kiviuq just sat there, slowly curling down towards the floor like a confused animal knowing it had done wrong. His eyes seemed to swell as he didn't know how to deal with this! No one ever laughed at him? Er, was that what he was doing? Kiviuq barely knew what laughter was, let alone what caused it! But he did know one thing. That shelf probably wasn't unsturdy, and Mathias was mistaken when he said he was lucky that Kiviuq was here. Didn't Kiviuq cause that shelf to break? He had to. But.... what if... there was the slight chance that it just happened? That any.... anything that 'just happened' was meant to be without Kiviuq's interference? What if that shelf was meant to fall despite Kiviuq being there? What if he hadn't? Would Mathias still be relatively okay? The thoughts didn't persist long though, because Kiviuq felt something protrude through his personal space bubble to gently grip his shoulder. He didn't flinch. Much.

“Well, imagine what kinds of stuff you could if you put your mind to it!! You could take those bad things out so easily, they’d never even see what was coming! Maybe if you had a better grip on your powers, you could learn to love them!”

Love them? Kiviuq could never love something that had taken the lives of so many people. Mathias probably didn't know that though. Kiviuq tried to disclose as little personal information as possible when he signed the papers to come here. They knew that he had lethal accidents yes, but they were unaware of the fact that he orphaned himself and nearly wiped his hometown off the map. There was no way he could love that.

However... maybe Mathias was write about the one aspect. Perhaps, with some training, Kiviuq could control it better. Or just... or just be able to function like a real human being. Maybe if he weren't so cursed, he could be someone like Mathias. Someone who laughed, who smiled... Kiviuq onyx eyes lifted when Mathias spoke again, finally managing to get his uncanny chuckles under control. Suddenly, Kiviuq felt almost saddened at his happiness. Was he just trying to help or was he laughing at him?

“Don’t worry about me Kiviuq, okay?”

Don't worry about him? How could Kiviuq possibly not worry about him. The guy stood, making Kiviuq feel rather tiny as he tried to make himself smaller. That blue gaze was hollowing his insides as he tried to think... calmly. But... for the second time today, Kiviuq acted with his heart and not by his head as he sprung forward, clinging to the ridiculously tall guy's torso in a tight hug, like a child would to their parent. He knew he shouldn't. He just knew he shouldn't try to make contact with anyone, but... but...

“You still don't understand...” Kiviuq said, though the words were muffled by Mathias's clothing as Kiviuq allowed himself to relish in what physical contact felt like. People were... warm. “The longer you spend around me, the more likely you are to get hurt... or worse, killed. I can't... I can't let that happen to you.. You're too nice to me...” Kiviuq said, the words choppy at first but were just bursting out of him at the end. So many times... he wanted to say how hard it was just being himself but not being able to because, well... He couldn't think of a good reason right now! He loosened his grip on the older blond, in case he had intentions of shoving the Inuit boy away. Kiviuq wouldn't hold him against it if he did. “I... I'm sorry...”