[school + all human au like last time!! Dave is supposed to be 16 in this so don’t be weird!! based off the song wait a minute! by willow smith :D also the pfp was made by me bc I edited the Alterniabound dave sprite to fit my headcanon :3]

You are Karkat Vantas.

You’ve been at this school all your life. Growing up here was… okay, to say the least. You met a girl named Kanaya, but she didn’t make fun of you like the other kids would. She teased you but in a… friendly manner, per se. She’s like a sister to you, a much better sibling figure than your older brother, Kankri.

Then… Dave came along. He was the stereotypical coolkid that got along with Terezi. But, slowly but surely, he attempted to be your friend.. by teasing you of course. He would poke fun at you for being short, always grumpy, looking emo, and he would always draw dicks on your paper.

But even through that, he managed to become your friend. He would come over to your house to play games, show you his comics, or even just talk to you about stupid shit. He always listened to your rambles, no matter how inane they were and no matter how many hours it took to let you explain all of it. And— on top of that— he always had a smile on his face.

You never understood why he did all that. You don’t really see yourself as a pleasure on the eyes, and your voice isn’t any good either— it’s rough, yet high pitched, and not a lot of kids are too fond of it. Some of the normal, popular kids (outside of your 20 person friend group), would say it’s weird and silly.

Currently, though, Dave is about to leave your house because it’s getting dark outside.

“See ya later, KK,” He says while ruffling your hair, making you respond with a growl.

“Bye, douchemuffin,” You grumble in response. He smirks at that, finding it amusing. He gives you one final wave goodbye before leaving and heading to his house. You give him a subtle wave, but you can’t help but watch somberly as he leaves.

“Why are you getting sad about this? He’s a total douche!” has always been what you tell yourself whenever he leaves your house, or just can’t walk home with you after school.

You scuttle back upstairs and walk into your room, shutting the door behind you. Though, you notice something in the corner of your bed..

His diary.

”Why would he leave this here? Is he stupid?” You think as you pick it up. After a bit of deciding, you realize that maybe a little bit of skimming through it won’t hurt. After all, it’s his fault that he left it here. You flip through the pages, your brown-red eyes skimming over the words, narrowed as you try to make sense of whatever hogshit he’s written.

You stumble across a particular page, though. It looks boring and uninteresting at first, but you slowly read through it. He… likes you? Romantically? You didn’t think it was possible— someone having a genuine crush on you. It’s strange.

The next day at school, you feel more awkward and weird than usual. You have the diary safely tucked into your hoodie pocket, prepared to give it back to him.