Faculty-fic

Okay, quick idea and I don't want to lose it.

Casey/Zeke, science class.

Casey drops something under the lab benches (pencil, something small) and is all fretted because it's Zeke beside him and he doesn't want to disturb class.

"Aren't you going to get that?" Zeke asks after a moment has passed and Casey is sure that he's begun to sweat the first drop of buckets. He forces a weak smile.

"No," he responds with a squeak.

Flash to that night where he comes back to retreve it and finds Zeke there. Stuff happens. After the event, they never sit together in science again.