On Thursday, nothing worthy of mentioning happens, because that's just how Thursdays are.
The day goes by similarly to the ones before: Erik suffers through most of his classes, the whole time waiting for that one after lunch when Charles finishes studying and they play chess.
And from now on, Erik corrects himself during every single one of their games: no, he fell in love now, and now, and now...
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and there is blood dripping on the front page
FanfictionI could deceive you into thinking this is a cute, fluffy high school au. Do not let yourself be deceived: this is not a love story. This is a story about the dashed soul of our misunderstood Erik. OR: the one with Erik's misery and Charles the savi...
