#kevin day and his oblivious literature lover fic

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Kevin Day and his Oblivious Literature Lover

Everybody knows Kevin Day, Son of Exy. Everybody? No, not everybody. Some simply know of Kevin, that one insuferrable guy in every History class Palmetto has to offer. But to one, and one only, he is the man who saw, the man who listened, the man who took a chance and gave one back. This is the tumultuous, raw and often ugly, but endlessly surprising story of how Kevin met someone who didn’t know him, but learnt to know him.

Kevin Day x female OC, *abandoned*, canon-typical CW/TW, M

Part I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. Masterpost

[codename-adler]

Kevin Day and his Oblivious Literature Lover

I’m working on a Jerejean fic but here I just want to write this side Kevin x OC in bullet fic... so here’s my take on Kevin paired with someone who Doesn’t Know ExyTM... might be in multiple parts? if you enjoy that?

>> Table of contents, TW and other parts here!

So. At PSU, if you don’t know “Kevin Day, Son of Exy”, then surely you’ll have encountered “Fucking Kevin, the History Nerd” at least once

however, this second title is not something you remember until you share a class with him and then, OH, you get what the others were talking about

the guy never lets an opportunity pass, much like when he plays exy

BUT but but but... he is NOT a Know-It-All Asshole. Kevin is that one student who won’t let teachers give false or incorrect informations

he just earnestly wants to help and learn, he’s not doing it for attention or out of arrogance/asshole-ness, but to the rest of his class? it just makes the lecture longer and who cares if the guy has a point or if the teachers might be biased? they all just want him to shut up

and here we are, at the beginning of the winter semester, after the terrible Christmas Break and Neil’s back from Evermore and Andrew from Easthaven

Kevin takes an Early American Literature class (does that even exist? if not I just invented for the purpose of this fic SUE ME) as an elective in his History major

the studied works include, of course, the Declaration of Independance, the Constitution, the Federalist Papers, Franklin’s Autobiography etc.

it also includes some epistolary contents, as in, letters between famous historical figures

Kevin, my nerdy boi, physically cannot shut up at the number of inaccuracies his teacher spills, like... no Washington was NOT a great thinker bc hummm slavery? whatdoyoumean Ben Franklin greatly helped to advance the knowledge we now have of electricity? the dude just stood outside with his fucking blanket on a stick and declared “ah yes, big sparks equals small sparks. so light. much electricity.”

like,,,,, he ain’t wrong... but you see how this could disrupt a class? don’t lie to me even his pretty face could not save him from judgement sometimes it’s just too much ok kevin? 

anyways, for midterms each student has to make a presentation on the work of their choice

what did kevin choose? WHAT DID KEVIN CHOOSE??

the letters of A. Hamilton and J. Laurens

why? because Nicky talked about it, and Kevin did not believe him, and so he looked it up, and now he is Kevin The Believer

also, for once, Kevin wouldn’t mind aiming his bullshit detector at a beautifully erased romance... we all need a little love from 400 years ago sometimes...

mind you Kevin has NO idea of the existence of the musical, that will come much later

the night before his presentation, Kengo gets hospitalized again and Kevin is a mess bc no one wants to listen to him rambling about #Lams or the Moriyamas and he does. not. sleep.

day of presentations. a fucking monday. oh joy.

for once, kevin does not want to go first. his thoughts are an endless loop of kengo/tetsuji/riko/jean/evermore

in a moment of unsuspected strength, he raises his hand to go last

he gets up, he’s shaking all over, he can hear his respiration in his head, he tries his hardest to walk up straight to the front of the class

and he crushes it.

the Son of Exy takes over and he just spits out the facts, the analyses, the quotes, the EVERYTHING

the History Nerd comes back to himself as his speech ends, he can’t believe he did it despite everything, he can’t even remember...

but then it’s questions time

nobody raises their hand. do not poke the bear. don’t ask, get out of class fast

until...

there, at the back of the class... just by the window... a small hand rises...

“I’d like to know, if you want to share, which quote is your favorite and/or how it is the unquestionable proof of love between Laurens and Hamilton?”

Kevin is astounded; nobody cares for his presentation, nobody even listens, he’s not even sure the teacher listens, they just give him an A for peace

he looks for the face of the interrogator, they’re too small for him to see behind all the other students; he moves to the side as he thinks of how to formulate the answer that came to him so easily

and as he almost whispers “I shall only tell you that 'till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you.“ 

there she is.

he finally sees her. impossibly frizzy hair, light-brown skin, and those dark, dark eyes... 

oh, and that bright little smile she gives him as his answer echoes in the room...

“that is a beautiful declaration, thank you”, she simply says, slighlty nodding as she looks to the floor 

and then class is dismissed. and Kevin is broken out of his haze. and of course he has to bother his teacher some more. but as he stays up front, he keeps stealing glances at the corner of the room, where the girl is packing up

BUT, between glances, she just- disappears

the thing is, he doesn’t know her (why would he? she clearly doesn’t play exy, she must’ve always been behind him, and he never heard her speak before so... she is unimportant to him)

for the rest of the week, Kevin will try his very best to remember forget her