Pushing a chair against the wall, Henrietta climbed on it and removed the tape measure from her pocket, pulling it down until the little metal piece at the beginning of the tape was resting flat on the ground. Looking up at the other end, she saw that it proudly boasted 77 inches. "You're about six-foot-five, Jason," she said, rolling up the measuring tape and tossing it onto the counter before stepping down from her perch on the chair.

"Wow," Jason replied simply. "That's two more inches since last month." He perked up, a goofy grin spreading across his face as he said, "I should go tell Mace the good news!" and bolted out of the kitchen, promptly tripping twenty feet outside the kitchen door and falling flat on his face. "Dang it! Why am I so freaking clumsy?"

"Because you're too damn tall and an elephant on roller blades has more grace than you," Mace said with a grin as he spotted his friend, down the hall and lying on his stomach. Laughing, he walked over to where Jason was and helped him back up onto his feet, holding his hand longer than was necessary.

Blushing to his ears, Jason wrenched his hand from his blond friend's grip and muttered, "Thanks," shoving his hands into his pockets and pointedly directing his hazel eyes elsewhere.

By doing so, he missed the look of disappointment on Mace's face.

. . .

"Linda, I need your help!" Jason whined, bursting through the door to Linda's room to find a four-foot-five bundle of pissed-off redhead glaring at him with her arms crossed over her chest. He blushed immediately and tried to avoid Izzy's less than pleased gaze. "Um, is Linda here?"

She shook her head. "No, and would you mind not bursting in as you please? I could've been naked for all you know!" she replied, whacking him half-heartedly in the chest.

"But I'm gay, so it's not like it matters in the first place!"

Izzy pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed in frustration. "Whatever. But may I ask why you need Linda? Is there something you need that I can help with while she's busy?"

Biting his bottom lip, Jason reddened further and mumbled, "I kinda need help telling Mace how I feel about him, 'cause I'm afraid that I'll mess up and he'll hate me or something." He looked into Izzy's light brown eyes, pouting and pulling the puppy dog face. "Help me please?"

"Hmm…" she said, stroking her invisible beard as a knowing grin spread across her lips. "Here's what you should do…"

. . .

Flushing like mad, Jason scooted into the common room and inched over to where Mace was reorganizing the movies for the second time that day. Twisting his hands nervously, he cleared his throat and said, "H-Hey, Mace," squeaking as the addressed boy turned around and smiled at him.

"Hey!" Mace responded, patting the area on the floor next to him, which Jason sat in hesitantly. "What's up, dude?"

"I-I have something to t-tell you," he stuttered, shifting in his seat and staring at his hands.

Mace cocked his head to the side. "What is it? You know you can tell me anything."

His mouth opened, but no sound came out save for a funny noise from the back of his throat. He tried to tell him, he really did, but he just… couldn't. It's not as though it was necessarily impossible; it was just a little bit difficult at the time. Eyes widened considerably, an uncertain, "Uh…" was all he was able to get out before he fainted from nervousness.

"Oh, shit! Jason!"


Author's Note: Pfft. Jason, I love you so.

Name: Jiovanni Cipriani
Alias: Jason
Rank: 76th
Height: 6' 5" and growing
Weight: 178 lbs.
Date of Birth: February 18, 1991
Orientation: Gay. Very, very gay.
Love Interests: Mace
Appearance: Shaggy brown hair, hazel eyes, ridiculously crooked nose from the thirty or so times he's broken it, lots and lots of scars, almost always blushes for one reason or another, pretty much wears anything he can find in his closet (so some days his outfits might not match), always has a bandage somewhere
Personality: Shy, awkward, and a total pacifist. Because of his rapid growth in height, he's rather clumsy and can't really go twenty paces without tripping over himself and falling on his face. He's terribly oblivious and may or may not have ADD/ADHD, but deep down he's a really smart kid that could be ranked higher if he paid attention. As a result of his awkwardness, girls take pity on him and dote on him, so he's pretty well-liked. Easily embarrassed. Never swears.
Family: Alive and well; he gets along fine with his mother, but he and his father have a bit of a rocky relationship. His family lives in Italy, New York, Spain, and California, and because of this doesn't get to visit them too often. He calls at least once a week, though.
Relationships: Ellie, Izzy, Linda ("romantic" advisor), Mace (rampant crush), Matt (get along fairly well; both are kinda taken advantage of), Mello (scared by him but tries to stand up for his friends when Mello's being an asshole), Near (acquaintance), Henrietta, Ophie, pretty much all the girls at Wammy's
Quirk: A klutz like you wouldn't believe

Somezing in ze air tells me zat 'enrietta will be up next. Honhonhonhon~