“I mean with the thing where you’re clearly into me but you’re hiding over here.”

Kaleva's brain skips a beat when Z says "you're into me". He decides the safest path is to pretend that part of the sentence never happened.

"I always sit here, because other people don't sit here, because when other people sit near me they usually decide to throw me into garbage cans or something, which I assume you're going to do soon, so can you just get on with it?"

"...is that a thing...that happens to you a lot?"

"Not that often, because usually I don't talk to people!"

"And, what, people just feel this powerful need to toss you in the garbage?"

"I guess? I'm sort of confused you haven't done it yet, but honestly you're kind of confusing in general."

"...man. It really is just like home, here."

He shakes his head.

"I'm not gonna throw you in the garbage. Kind of a gross way to hurt someone anyway."

Which doesn't rule out that Z would hurt him in other, less gross ways, which Kaleva feels... complicatedly about. Normally he feels scared or resigned about being hurt, but the thought of Z hurting him makes his stomach flip and fill with a weirdly pleasant nausea. 

"If you're not going to throw me into the garbage then why are you here?" 

"...because you were eyebanging me through our entire chemistry class?"

Lev turns a bright red color. "I was not," he mumbles, staring at the table. "I don't-- I'm not-- that was you."

"What, I was staring at you?"

Kaleva is extremely red. It is hard to imagine a person getting redder. He says very quickly and quietly, "you kissed me."

"After the eyebanging."

"I didn't, you're just-- unusual-- to look at--"

"Yeah, I am."

He leans back in his chair, puts his hands behind his head.

"I work real hard at it."

Lev is staring again, slightly open-mouthed. 

He stretches out a little.

"What, do they not have anybody like me out here?"

Kaleva makes a noise in the back of his throat. His eyes are fixed on the place where Z's shirt is riding up, showing a bit of hip. "I don't think I've met anyone like you in my entire life."

"...you're not eating, right?"

He hasn't eaten. But he's got enough stashed. This might be worth it.

"I'm not hungry."

He gets up out of his chair and grabs Kaleva's hand to pull him up as well.

"C'mon. I wanna show you something."

If Kaleva's brain hadn't turned into a pile of mush, he would probably have some objections! Like "where are we going?" and "what are you doing?" and "I am still not 100% convinced that you are not going to throw me into a garbage bin!"

Unfortuantely, Kaleva has not been touched except in passing for several years, so he does not at all have the capacity to object to being dragged somewhere as long as his hand is being touched while this is happening.

Classroom, classroom, classroom, bathroom...supply closet. Supply closet it is.

He yanks Kaleva in after him and shuts the door behind them.

"Uh... why are we in a supply closet?"

In lieu of an answer, he kisses him again.

He is very, very, very close up.