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daffodils (are just an introduction to the blossoming of me and you)

Summary:

“Do you hear yourself Djarin?”
“What?”
“You are complaining about the cute boy in your class that goes out of his way to talk to you and you actually listen to everything he says-”
“I never said he was cute.”
Cara smirked, “You didn’t need to.”

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Din Djarin was just looking to take an easy fine arts class his junior year. Enter the drama king himself, Luke Skywalker.

***currently on hold***

Notes:

hi, wrote this instead of doing hw bc doing hw during spring break sucks ass. idk if I love this idea but it came to me and we shall see what happens. hope you enjoy

update: I am continuing this story. pls note, I edited the first chapter so somethings are different now. biggest change is the show they are doing and the fact that everyone are now juniors instead of seniors

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Chapter 1

Chapter Text

prologue: 

Din Djarin was not a theatre kid. He would like the record to state that Din has never once been interested in or sought the life of theatre. While Din wouldn’t label himself as a football player, he did play the sport, hence the acceptance of the title. But theatre kid? No way in hell. Even if Din didn’t have terrible social anxiety, it was just not something he was interested in. Flash forward 6 months, and somehow Din found himself showing up to yet another long rehearsal for his high school’s musical. 

See, every high schooler has to take some sort of fine arts credit in order to graduate. When looking through his options, Din figured taking a tech theatre class was better than learning to draw, learning to dance, learning music appreciation, or even learning to act. He had heard from his teammates that the tech class was rather simple and some even learned basic tool usage in the class, overall it seemed like a win to Din.

So that is how Din found himself in a fourth-period Technical Theatre I class his junior year of high school. And Din would’ve been fine with this. The class didn’t seem to be too hard. The basics of technical theatre, including the building of sets for each show at the school. In fact, everything was going rather great in the class. None of his classmates were super annoying and almost none of them talked to him. The only person he really talked to was the teacher, Mr. Stinson. There were a few students said to be in the ‘advanced’ class that typically worked on other projects for Mr. Stinson. But when it came to demonstrations, Din became Mr. Stinson’s partner to show the class what they were doing.

They hadn’t fully started on sets yet but rather covered the basics like how to build a flat and how to build a platform. Din had to admit that it was actually kind of fun. That was until Luke Skywalker showed up. 

Din had never had him in a class before but he vaguely knew of him. He was a theatre person, most likely an actor. Skywalker had a huge, bubbly personality and appeared to be somewhat popular. That could technically be said about Din as well, but he kept to himself and tried to not surround himself with the “popular” people at the school. The only other thing Din knew about Skywalker was that he happened to be one of the prettiest boys in school, not his words. 

Now Din didn’t have a problem with Skywalker, can’t really have a problem with someone you don’t know. The “problem” began when Luke joined the class. Din had never even spoken to the boy before. He really only knew him from the gossip he heard and his name from his sister, Leia, who was Din’s partner in any class they shared. 

But because the universe hated him, Luke joined his fourth-period tech class. And that would’ve been fine if Skywalker would’ve been considered an advanced kid like the other theatre kids that took this class. But like Din, Luke was just slightly ahead of the rest of the class when it came to tools or slightly more responsible and sensible than the freshman in the class. Din had lost Mr. Stinson as his partner and was now almost always paired with Luke for almost every project they had in that class. Which again, would not have been a problem if Skywalker was anything like his sister. 

Leia and Din (, and yes, they were on a first-name basis because Leia had told him at the start of freshman biology “If you call me by my last name like some dumb jock, I will punch you, no hesitation”) got along great because of how much they didn’t care for gossip. Not that there was anything wrong with gossip but Din didn’t care for it and Leia was often the center of it, unintentionally of course. Second-period biology was where the two first had met. Din not saying much and Leia not expecting him to say much. They got through the year swimmingly, others almost annoyed at how we the two worked together. But when the school year came to an end, Din assumed he wouldn’t talk to Leia again even though he considered her a friend for how well they worked together. It wasn’t until first-period chemistry of the next school year after a whole summer of no communication that Leia sat next to Din. And she kept doing that throughout their shared classes. They were friends. They didn’t need to talk every day or every minute or outside of school at all for both of them to understand that they were there for each other.

One time that had been proven was when Leia came into class, eye red-rimmed and puffy. Din hadn’t said a word, just took her sheet and filled it out alongside his, not knowing what to do except keep her from having to do any work. It was in the last five minutes of class, with everyone talking away that Leia cleared her throat to get Din’s attention. 

“Do you believe what they say about me...in the locker rooms? The rumors?” The last part was said so quietly Din almost had to lean to hear her.

“No,” Din caught her eye, “Never.” And Leia gave him a small smile.

Leia was great. She didn’t ask Din too many questions and could read his mannerisms quite well. She was also funny at times and could roast Din without being mean. Luke on the other hand, was almost the opposite of his sister. While both twins were outspoken, Leia was reserved. She did things with a certain poise and purpose, aiming for valedictorian and ivy league schools. Luke was dramatic. Everything he did had flair and theatrics to it. He especially, as Din was learning, loved to talk. And because of this class, he was constantly talking to Din, even talking more to make up for Din’s lack of talking.

At first, Din had thought he was annoyed with the boy who was the embodiment of a golden retriever. Upon talking to his best friend, Cara Dune, the person who knew him like the back of her hand, he realized that maybe he liked when Luke talked to him, like a lot.

“I don’t know Cara. He just talks so much and rambles on about nothing for a whole 50 minute class period. Like today, while we were painting the walls of the set, he went on for 30 minutes about the different types of reusable bags and which ones he liked the most. 30 minutes!”

“Which is his favorite?”

Din huffed, “Depends on the occasion. For an everyday tote bag, he likes the cloth ones that usually have fun prints on them. But for grocery shopping, he says that the stiff, durable plastic ones are the best because they hold more. But also the ones that have that thing in the bottom that keeps the shape of the bag---”

“Do you hear yourself Djarin?”

His brows furrowed, “What?”

“You are complaining about the cute boy in your class that goes out of his way to talk to you and you actually listen to everything he says-”

“I never said he was cute.”

Cara smirked, “You didn’t need to.”

And okay. If Din had happened to stare at the boy from time to time, that wasn’t his fault. It’s not like Din knew that Luke’s hair was long enough to scoop half of it into a half-bun. Or that he wore a lot of black clothing including this particular set of black boots that went almost all the way to his knees. Or that when he wore blue, which was at least once a week, that his eyes popped. It’s also not Din’s fault that he knew a lot about the other boy. He talked so much, Din was bound to retain some of the information. Like how Luke preferred his Mom’s cooking over his dad’s because of ‘the grilled cheese incident’ that the family no longer talks about. Or how he has a dog and a cat both named after these cheesy gay robots in some 80s space fantasy movies. Or how Luke hates sports but loves the marching band so he attends every Friday football game. Or how at every football game, he finds Din and gives him a small smile and a wave, leaving him with a “good luck Din” in a soft voice that seems to float in the air. And if Din wins every game because of that, nobody has to know. 

In fact, if Din, who thought he was annoyed with this very chatty boy, somehow over time and over small conversations and over paint battles in class and over set construction and over football games, actually became quite infatuated with Luke Skywalker, nobody needed to know. 

That brings us to now. The pair were entrusted with dressing the set. Din thought those were fancy words for stapling vines to the fake walls of the set. But there they were, a box of fake vines between the two of them as they filled a painted cobblestone wall with fake greenery. 

Over time, Cara would like to say that Luke broke him down, but Din would like to say that he was being polite by sometimes responding to Luke. He by no means was full-on ranting, but Din would contribute more than his usual appropriate hums during Luke’s rabbles. Din found that he liked talking to Luke. Though Din also had to admit that over time, he became quite fond of Luke’s long talks, his voice became soothing to Din. He tried not to think about it too hard. 

Luke was currently going on about something that happened in his first period. He was wearing his usual black turtleneck and high-waisted blue jeans combo with black high-top converses. Din was trying very hard not to stare at the boy who added an additional flower clip to his hair, something that he typically didn't do but it looked like it belonged. Din was so lost in thought, in awe of how pretty this boy was when he met Luke’s eye, staring right back at him.

“I wasn’t staring at your flower clip.”

Luke blinked, “I didn’t think you were.”

Din nodded and squatted down to grab another handful of vines as he would place the vines to Luke’s liking and Luke would staple them in. He didn’t hear Luke moving at all and looked back up to see Luke staring at him, almost nervous for some reason.

“Does it look bad?” Luke asked, his voice small. It was so unlike him that Din was taken back. This brave and charming boy was scared of...Din’s opinion. No one in his life really cared for his opinion.

Din realized he hadn’t said anything when Luke reached up to take the hair clip out of his hair, eyes cast down. He acted quickly and grabbed Luke’s hand, pulling it away from his hair, causing not only Luke to jump at the sudden touch but all of the vines Din was holding to fall on the ground. 

They both looked down and then back at each other. Luke staring at Din and Din staring at his hand wrapped around Luke’s. 

Din hesitated. 

“It doesn’t.” 

Jesus Djarin, use more words . 

“Look bad-I mean,” He was still holding Luke’s arm. He released his arm and glanced at the clip one last time. Luke gulped.

“It uh-it looks nice,” he punctuated this by reaching up to run his fingers across the material of the flower. 

“You look very pretty,” His hand slowly trekked down Luke’s (super freaking soft) hair, barely skimming his face before he pulled it away entirely and looked at Luke. 

Luke was bright red. Din thought it was a nice color on him.

“Thanks.”

And if Luke started wearing more clips in his hair and Din happened to notice (and die a little on the inside), no one needed to know.