"Uh, hey." The shy Latino boy said quietly to Tanaka as he seated himself next to the boy.
Tanaka was wearing a black t-shirt, as well as dark gray jeans with a chain attached to them, his heavy combat boots traded for loafers in the simmering heat of the last week (Darcy had laughed her butt off when she first saw them, finding it amusing that the tough-boy Tanaka wore loafers).
His beat-up navy backpack was squished onto the side of his desk, Darcy's patched bookbag leaning against his legs (she always forgot it in the classroom otherwise) and pencils, erasers, stray papers, and sharpeners were cluttered around the notebook be was currently writing in.
Damn, the boy was cute.
"Hello. I'm Tanaka." He spared a quick glance to Ianto.
"Nice to meet you. Are you wearing eyeliner?" He seemed curious, not judgemental, but Tanaka's father was coming home next week and he didn't exactly have kindness to spare.
"Maybe. Darcy might have managed to get some on me yesterday, not sure." His tone was clipped, short, and to-the-point.
"Oh." The shy boy subsided, and began taking notes as the teacher began speaking.
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"Hi, I'm Anthony." The brunet held out a hand, a large grin on his face.
"Yes, I heard. As did everyone else in the class." Darcy murmured. Tanaka wasn't feeling good, and that made her not feel good. She didn't really want to have a conversation right now, and a hot boy made her pretty much incapable of being humorous.
"What's your name?" He leaned forwards, and she almost snorted into his face.
"This is a pretty small town. You'll find out soon enough." Darcy said, and turned back to her maths.