Sirius tensed when Conager leaned in, almost flinching when Conager reached out and pulled the stapler off his desk to staple his story. Sirius couldn't stand physical contact and was, truthfully, scared of it. He was raised in a traditional Asian household - aka not much physical contact - and he never dated, not even in college. After coming out in high school and being bullied for it, he didn't dare try in college.<br/><br/>As such he had a no tolerance for bullying, verbal or otherwise. There had been a lot of bullying at this school when he first joined, but it had greatly reduced due to his detentions. Sirius had become creative in his detentions and only a limited number of students had a second detention with him, never a third.<br/><br/>Movement of Conager holding out his paper to Sirius brought him out of his thoughts. Sirius raised an eyebrow at the grin as he took the paper - definitely a trouble-maker. "Thank you, Mr. Valenteis. I look forward to reading it." Which was completely true, no one was that engrossed in a half-assed story. But if that concentration was to make the best prank story, he'd kill the kid.<br/><br/>He gave Conager a small smile, which had been absent all class and made the stress lines on his face disappear making him look younger - or more like his true age. Reading stories made from the soul - to be cliche - were the best and always made him happy no matter the subject of the story.