okay but hs au with new student Tony who speaks more Italian than english. he meets steve and cuteness
a/n: hey look it’s the longest thing i’ve written in a month :”)
“Um,” Someone said from behind him, tapping him on the shoulder lightly. “Excuse me?”
When Steve turned around, he was met with probably the most attractive sight he had ever seen. The guy was probably 2 or 3 inches shorter than him, even though he seemed taller because of his hair. He had some muscles on him but he’s more on the lean side. His eyes were in a shade of brown he had never seen and they were very expressive because they looked so nervous. “Yes?”
“Uh, I’m new?” He said, pronouncing the world slowly. “Can you help? I, uh-”
Steve waited for him to finish, but the guy kept on opening his mouth and closing it again while he looked at his class schedule and then Steve heard him curse in what seemed to be… Italian?
“This,” He gave up, pointing and glaring at the paper. “Help me.”
Steve looked at the paper and smiled. “Advanced science, huh? That’s at room 12. Come on, I’ll walk you there.”
Their walk to class was silent until Steve said, “I’m Steve, by the way.”
“Tony,” He replied, tilting his head up so he can look at Steve in the eye. “I, uh, sorry, I’m not… good at English? I’m Italian.”
“You cursed at your schedule paper in Italian, figured it out from there,” Steve chuckled. Then, he backtracked, he was probably speaking too fast for Tony to understand, “Uh-”
“Don’t worry,” Tony assured as if he read Steve’s mind and wow, how could Steve miss the thick Italian accent when Tony spoke? “I.. can understand well. Speaking? Not much.”
“You’ll get there,” Steve told him. “You’re in advanced math anyways, what can you not do? Witches are in advanced math, I tell you.”
Tony laughed again and Steve grew even fonder with the sound. “You’re not..?”
“In advanced math? No thank you,” Steve said, pretending to crinkle his nose in disgust. “But tell you what, I’ll try to answer 2 math questions from you but you have to let me walk you to your next class,”
“Affare fatto,” Tony breathed out, an easy smile on his face.