The Boy Next Door Who Topped My Heart
chapter 1
ItsYaoiTime(author)
A little sweetness, a little warmth, and a whole lot of heart.
ItsYaoiTime(author)
Hope you enjoy this cozy new story! 🧚✨♥️
Early summer afternoons had a way of draining people of their souls.
The sun wasn’t aggressive enough to be exciting, just warm enough to make everyone drowsy.
In the classroom, shoulders drooped.
Eyes struggled to stay open.
Pens moved slowly across notebooks as students pretended—very bravely—to be attentive.
Especially in maths class.
Rows of students sat in quiet suffering, nodding along to formulas they barely processed.
Everyone, that is, except one boy.
Martin had already given up.
His head lolled forward, cheek pressed into his open notebook.
A thin line of drool crept dangerously close to a half-finished equation.
His breathing was slow, peaceful—professional, even.
This wasn’t an accident. This was a skill.
Beside him, Nathan was panicking.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as his eyes darted between Martin and the front of the classroom.
The math teacher was walking closer.
Too close. Every step felt like a countdown.
Nathan shut his eyes and concentrated.
Nathan Flynn
Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP. *whispering*
Desperate, he reached out and tapped Martin’s lap under the desk—soft at first, then faster, urgent.
Nathan Flynn
💭Bro please don’t die like this.💭
The shadow fell over them.
The classroom went unnaturally quiet.
The teacher stopped right beside Martin’s desk, looming, glasses glinting, bald spot shining faintly under the fluorescent lights—earned through years of stress and disappointment.
Then, with a sharp inhale, he shouted.
The sound echoed like a gunshot.
Every student snapped awake instantly, backs straight, eyes wide, suddenly the most passionate learners to ever exist.
Martin blinked, dazed, staring straight ahead as if he had been awake the entire time.
Nathan stared at him, betrayed.
The teacher’s eye twitched.
chapter 2
Martin was already standing outside the classroom.
Inside, the lesson continued like nothing happened—except now everyone was sitting unnaturally straight, eyes wide, pens moving like their lives depended on it.
Thanks to him, apparently.
He peeked inside the class through the window, made eye contact with Nathan, who's pretending to be concentrated.
Nathan Flynn
I tried to wake you up.
Martin shrugged, unapologetic.
Martin Davis
Skill issue. *whispering*
Standing outside classes had become familiar territory.
Martin leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, mind already somewhere else—specifically, at the convenience store near his house.
Martin Davis
💭Sweet bun or instant noodles?💭
The hallway instantly filled with noise—chairs scraping, laughter, groans of relief, footsteps rushing past.
Students poured out like they’d just been released from captivity.
After the crowd thinned, the maths teacher finally stepped out, stopping in front of Martin.
？？？
And don’t doze off in my class again.
Martin nodded enthusiastically, like a child promising something he absolutely wouldn’t keep.
The teacher squinted at him, clearly unconvinced, then turned and walked away.
Martin waited a beat before turning toward the classroom.
That was when he almost crashed into someone.
Martin said automatically, stepping back.
The other boy didn’t respond.
He walked past Martin without a word, arms full of neatly stacked notebooks, following behind the maths teacher with quiet steps.
Martin turned his head, watching him go.
The boy’s back was straight.
His grip on the notebooks steady.
He didn’t look rushed—just… used to this.
He muttered, eyes lingering on the figure until he disappeared down the hallway.
For some reason, he felt oddly irritated.
chapter 3
Martin and Nathan walked down the hallway together, backpacks slung low, steps lazy now that the class was finally over.
Martin Davis
School is way too hard.
Martin complained, dragging his feet.
Martin Davis
And that bald teacher definitely has personal problems with me.
Nathan Flynn
You slept. Again.
Nathan Flynn
He literally warned you last time.
Martin Davis
That’s not my fault.
Martin Davis
His voice is yawn-inducing.
Martin Davis
Like, scientifically.
Nathan sighed, rubbing his forehead.
He’d had this conversation too many times to count.
Nathan Flynn
You can’t just ignore warnings.
Martin hummed noncommittally.
Nathan shook his head, already knowing this was pointless.
Martin never listened—he absorbed words selectively, like a sponge with standards.
As they walked, Nathan slowed slightly.
Martin followed his gaze.
Up ahead, a boy walked alone, posture straight, pace steady.
His uniform was neat, backpack hanging properly on both shoulders.
He looked like he belonged exactly where he was.
Martin frowned instantly.
Nathan glanced between Martin and the boy.
Nathan Flynn
You don’t like Andrew?
Nathan Flynn
He didn’t do anything to you.
Martin squinted at Andrew’s back.
Martin Davis
I dunno. He scares me.
Nathan raised an eyebrow.
Martin Davis
Always topping the class. Always perfect.
Martin Davis
Feels like he’s looking down on people.
Nathan Flynn
I don’t think he—
Martin Davis
He probably does.
Martin cut in with a shrug.
Nathan sighed but didn’t argue. They reached the turn where they usually split up.
Nathan Flynn
I’m heading this way.
Martin waved lazily, then turned the other direction, hands already in his pockets as he headed toward the convenience store—his earlier snack dilemma returning to the front of his mind.
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