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#so then i started to feel nauseous & talked to my teacher outside the classroom saying i was feeling unwell & he got PISSED

dawninlatin · 4 years

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Slow dancing and surprises

Part of the Manorian Teacher AU

Words: 3156

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This particular fic was requested by Anonymous (and several others): "Hey, any chance you could write a scene where Manon realizes she’s pregnant / tells Dorian she’s pregnant?" Hope you like it<3

The song referenced in this fic is Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley

Set a few weeks before «Online classes are the worst»

«Mr. Havilliard? Can I have a word with you?»

As the classroom door opened to reveal twenty pairs of prying eyes, Manon schooled her features into bored impatience, the look conveying that she was merely here to deliver an important, work-related message.

Dorian was standing with his back to her, facing the chalkboard, and when he turned around, Manon had to remind herself that one; she was at work, she couldn’t just run over and kiss him, and two; they had an audience, who didn’t know they were in a relationship.

He was wearing his glasses today, which made him look ten times sexier than usual, and his hair was slightly disheveled, a certain sign that he was currently talking about something intriguing. That, and the way his blue eyes glowed

How had she fallen in love with such a dork?

«Of course, Ms. Blackbeak,» Dorian answered, giving her a smirk. Manon only stared, her thoughts thankfully interrupted.

«Someone’s in trouble?» said a sing-song voice from the back of the classroom. Identifying the offender, she locked eyes with him and gave him a deadly look. He quickly averted his eyes, his face turning bright red, and Manon allowed herself a satisfied smirk.

Dorian headed for the door, but turned around and said to the room, «You can start reading on page 207 meanwhile.»

Stepping aside to let him through, Manon waited for the soft click indicating that they were now alone, and when she heard it, she let her mask fall, giving her boyfriend a warm look.

«I’ll never get used to you calling me Mr. Havilliard,» Dorian said, shaking his head.

«And why would it be unnatural for me to call you Mr. Havilliard? Our relationship is strictly professional, after all,» Manon teased, a smile playing on her lips.

Dorian grinned, and leaned in to press a soft kiss to her lips. «Would a colleague do this?» he whispered against her mouth.

«Most definitely,» Manon deadpanned. «Me and Lorcan really got it on in the storage room the other day.»

At the mention of the grumpy maths teacher, Dorian leaned his head back and howled. Manon and Lorcan’s mutual dislike of each other was no secret to anyone, honestly. Unfortunately for them, their respective subjects crossed paths more often than not.

«Can you be a bit quiet,» Manon hissed to Dorian when he kept laughing. «These walls aren’t exactly sound proof and I can’t have any kids thinking I have a sense of humor.»

«Right,» he whispered, pressing another kiss to her lips, his eyes crinkling in amusement.

Manon had nearly forgotten why she came here in the first place, but remembering they were in fact in public, she pressed her palms against his chest and pushed him away, saying, «I need your keys. I forgot mine this morning, and I’m heading home for the day.»

Dorian’s playful smirk was suddenly replaced by concern, and he took a step back so he could scan her from head to toe. A frown appeared on his face as he now noticed how pale she was, how she had dark circles under her eyes, which were a dull brown-ish colour instead of their usual molten gold.

«Are you okay?» He brought a hand to her forehead to check for a fever, but Manon swatted it away.

«I’ll be fine, you mother hen!» She just had to get home and take a nap before her headache killed her, or before she got so nauseous she puked all over her classroom.

Manon had been sick on and off for the past three weeks now, and she was officially over it. Too bad her body didn’t feel the same way. Today had been her first day back at work in a full week, but apparently she needed a day or two more on the couch, being bored out of her mind…

«Do you need me to drive you home?» Dorian still searched her with that concerning gaze, and Manon rolled her eyes at how warm it made her feel inside. Stupid feelings.

She tried shaking her head, but had to stop immediately as it sent a wave of throbbing pain through her head. «No, you have a class waiting for you. I can drive myself,» she said, adding, «Unless you need the car, of course.» Even her voice sounded weak.

Dorian looked ready to protest, but instead of saying anything, he merely tightened his lips.

«It’s fine, I can take the bus today. My keys are in my office,» he said at last, leading her down the hallway.

As they reached the teacher’s lounge, on their way to Dorian’s office, they discovered the room to be nearly empty, with the exception their favorite colleague, Yrene Towers. She was sitting at one of the tables, sipping a cup of coffee, and when she spotted the pair, her gaze quickly moved to their entangled hands, a satisfied smile spreading on her face.

«It’s been four years, Yrene, you surely must be getting used to seeing us together,» Manon said bluntly, but Yrene shook her head, letting out a happy sigh.

«Never,» the woman claimed. «You two are the most adorable couple ever, and it’s all thanks to me.» It was kind of charming, Dorian thought, to see her so invested in them.

And it was true, what she said. Had Yrene never decided to meddle in their private lives and send them on a work trip together, Dorian didn’t know where him and Manon would be today. Merely thinking of them not being together felt so wrong it physically pained him.

«To be honest, it was necessary to achieve a safe work environment,» Yrene said, Dorian raising an eyebrow in question. «Had I intervened even just a week later, the heavy sexual tension between you two would have suffocated us all.»

Manon snorted beside him, Yrene looking as smug as ever. Had it been anyone else, his girlfriend would have killed them on the spot.

«And for that we will be forever grateful,» Dorian said, placing a hand over his heart in mock gratitude.

Yrene brushed it off, saying, «You can thank me by making me the godmother of one of those inhumanly beautiful babies you’ll make.» Manon stiffened beside him, and both Yrene and Dorian shifted their attention to her. She looked even paler now than she had before.

«Are you okay?» Yrene asked. «You look a little…peaky.»

«Yeah,» Manon said, trying, but failing, to give them a reassuring smile. «I’m sure a nap and some food will make it better. Actually, I’m heading home right now.»

«Ah, I won’t halt you any longer then,» Yrene announced, getting up from her table. «Get well soon, Manon!» She gave Manon’s shoulder a squeeze as she passed them on her way out.

«I’ll go get those keys,» Dorian told his girlfriend, hurrying into his office.

When he came back out, keys in hand, Manon was standing the exact same way as he’d left her, staring into nothing. She didn’t register that he was back until he was standing in front of her.

«Here you go,» he said, handing her the set of keys. She gave him a small smile in return, but it didn’t meet her eyes. Instead, they had a distant look in them.

«Thanks,» she muttered so low he nearly didn’t hear it.

Dorian couldn’t shake off his worrying. It was unsettling to see his girlfriend so…weak. And for her to even admit she was sick…it had to be really bad.

Unable to stop himself, he asked once more, «Are you sure you don’t need me to come with you?»

«You stay, I just need to sleep it off,» she tried to convince him, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. «See you in a few hours.»

And with that she was gone, Dorian left with a sinking feeling in his gut.

Something was wrong.

Manon lay on the couch, wrapped in a heavy blanket, an old episode of «Bill Nye, the Science Guy» playing on the TV. Except Manon wasn’t paying attention to the TV at all. No, all she could focus on was the brown paper bag laying on the kitchen table, it’s presence all-consuming.

She would take it in the morning, she had tried to convince herself. The results would be more accurate then, and she wasn’t sure she could do it without Dorian.

It’s only to rule it out, so you won’t have to worry, Manon thought, not believing it one bit.

And if she never took the test, it technically couldn’t be positive, right?

The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind until Yrene’s words earlier. But as soon as she’d said them, some part of Manon had known. It would certainly explain why she’d been feeling so queasy lately.

While driving home, her mind had been fighting a battle of what if’s and why not’s, the what if winning in the end, as she’d suddenly found herself outside the pharmacy, bag in hand.

If she truly was… Gods, she couldn’t even think the word. Her and Dorian had always been so careful…

And if it turned out to be positive…what would they do?

Manon couldn’t take more of the churning thoughts or the uncertainty.

Sighing in defeat, she dragged her fatigued body off the couch an headed for the bathroom, taking the paper bag with her.

Dorian opened the front door to find the house eerily quiet. He stepped into the living room, which was empty, but the TV was on, so Manon couldn’t be far away. She was probably just sleeping, Dorian told himself, but something felt off…

«Manon?» he called as he stepped into the kitchen, putting away the groceries he’d gotten on his way home.

No one answered.

Dorian could feel panic spread through his body, but he tried to stay calm, to stay rational. She was probably upstairs, sleeping, as she should be.

Still, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was very wrong.

What if she’d gotten worse? Or passed out somewhere?

His pulse started racing as he practically sprinted up the stairs, towards their bedroom.

«Manon?!» he called once more, but he was yet again met with silence.

Pushing the door open, his heart skipped a beat as he discovered the bed to be empty, as tidy as they had left it that morning. Dorian could feel all the blood drain from his face, picturing a hundred scenarios in his head, all of them equally terrifying.

Then he heard a noise coming from his right. He turned around and saw Abraxos lying in front of the closed bathroom door, guarding it. The cat meowed a second time, rushing over to him, trying to get his attention.

Dorian scanned the door, letting out a sigh of relief when he noticed the sliver of light coming from beneath it.

«Manon? Are you in there?» he asked softly, leaning against the door. When she still didn’t answer, he twisted the doorknob, thankfully finding it unlocked.

He held his breath as he stepped into the bathroom, afraid of what would meet him.

But Manon wasn’t passed out, she was sitting on the floor, in front of the bathtub, staring intensely at something in her lap.

Dorian sat down in front of her, trying to meet her eyes, but it didn’t seem like she even knew he was there.

«What’s wrong?» he asked her, frowning in confusion. Dread pooled in his stomach.

Manon kept focusing her eyes on her lap as she silently handed him the thing she was holding, his heart skipping another beat as he learned it was a plastic stick.

With shaking hands, Dorian turned it around and was met with two, bright pink lines staring up at him. He couldn’t make out a single clear thought, too many running through his head at the same time.

When he finally managed to look up from the positive pregnancy test, Manon was looking at him with that same intense gaze. It hurt to see his girlfriend like this, so lost and afraid and vulnerable.

«Is it- Are you- You’re sure that it’s positive?» was all he could choke out.

Her throat bobbed.

Once.

Twice.

Manon didn’t answer, just sat there, trembling. He was sure she’d gone into shock.

After a while, she said with a quiet voice, her words devoid of any emotion, «It looks positive to me. And the other two I took says the same.» She nodded towards the sink behind him.

Dorian twisted to pick up the other tests, which also clearly said pregnant.

«How far along?» he asked, not knowing what else to say.

She shrugged. «Less than twelve, more than six.»

«Shit.»

«Yeah, shit.»

They sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, all the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between them.

Manon broke the silence by drawing a shuddering breath, whispering, «What are we gonna do, Dorian?»

It was the quiet despair in her voice that made him scoot over to her side and gather her up in his arms. She clutched his shirt, burying her face in his chest.

«I don’t know, love.»

He pressed a kiss to her hair.

«I don’t know.»

Then she threw herself out of his arms, hurling the contents of her stomach into the nearby toilet.

-1 week later -

Manon glanced at the alarm clock once more, silently groaning at what she saw. It was currently 3am, and she was wide awake, unable to stop the thoughts churning in her mind.

Deciding she couldn’t keep tossing and turning like this, she quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her sleeping boyfriend.

She padded across the floor and down the stairs, stepping over a sleeping Abraxos, and made her way to the kitchen. The soft lights turned on, and Manon stepped over to the sink, beginning on the mountain of dirty dishes. She might as well do something useful if she was going to stay awake all night.

And it helped keeping the thoughts away. That, and the small radio she turned on, keeping the volume low.

A week had passed, and she was still knocked up, still hadn’t made a decision.

Manon had always said she didn’t want kids, but thinking about how there was a tiny, human being growing inside her…

A tiny, human being that she had created with Dorian…It made her reconsider it all. Made her doubt all she’d thought she knew.

Would they look like him? Be like him? Would she be able to love them as much as she loved this man?

Manon had never been good at analyzing her emotions, her mind too rational for it’s own good. They were old enough and in a long-term relationship. They both had a stable income, and more than enough room in their house. But was this something she wanted?

Tomorrow.

She would debate it tomorrow, Manon promised herself, instead getting lost in the task of doing all the dishes.

In fact, she got so caught up that she didn’t notice Dorian approaching until he stepped behind her, banding his arms around her waist.

«Couldn’t sleep?» he murmured, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Manon shook her head, furiously scrubbing a pan. «I’m sorry I woke you,» she whispered.

«You didn’t,» he whispered back, taking the pan from her hands and placing it back in the sink. «Care to explain why you’re doing the dishes in the middle of the night?»

«It’s the only way I can stop thinking so much,» she said quietly, leaning back against his wide frame.

«Do you want to talk about it?»

At first, she didn’t say anything.

But then a single thought appeared in her mind.

A truth she had realized days ago, without truly knowing it.

«I think I want to keep it,» she voiced, her words barely audible, a single tear trailing down her cheek.

And as she said those words out loud, she knew.

Knew that she wanted this.

Even if it terrified her.

She knew that Dorian wanted it too, although he hadn’t said it directly. But he would make an excellent father, and she wanted to share this with him. This precious thing they had created together.

Dorian stiffened behind her, and Manon twisted in his arms to find him looking at her with awe, something like hope shining in his eyes. «Are- Are you sure?»

He brought a thumb to her cheek, wiping away the tear. It was the first time she cried in front of him, in front of anyone, and it felt good, to be able to be so vulnerable with someone.

«Yes,» she breathed.

«I’m going to be a father?» he asked, voice full of disbelief.

«Yes, you’re going to be a father» Manon laughed as more tears fell. «We’re having a baby!»

Dorian was crying now, too, pulling her into a tight embrace. «I love you so much, Manon Blackbeak,» he whispered in her ear.

They stood like that for a while, simply enjoying the feeling of being close.

«Do you hear that?» Dorian said all of a sudden. He let go of her to turn up the volume on the radio still playing music. Manon smiled softly at the familiar tune.

«This is our song,» Dorian said, grinning.

Manon cringed. «We don’t have a song.»

«Oh yes, we do. Don’t you remember dancing to this on our first date?»

Of course Manon remembered. She would never forget that night.

«That doesn’t make it our song. And it’s just so…cliché.»

«Love is a cliché, Manon.»

She rolled her eyes, but a playful smile graced her lips. «How did I end up with such a hopeless romantic?»

«I’ll show you romantic,» Dorian said, his blue eyes twinkling. «Come here.»

He held out his hand, and said in a hushed voice, «Dance with me.»

«You know I can’t dance,» she whispered.

«We’ll go slow,» Dorian promised her.

Hesitantly, she took his hand, and he pulled her close, tucking her head under his chin. Dorian placed a hand on her back, and slowly began swaying to the music.

Manon closed her eyes, relishing the moment.

And as Dorian began to softly sing along, his voice low and raspy, Manon decided that this, right here, in his arms, was where she wanted to spend the rest of her life.

Broken down and hungry for your love

With no way to feed it

Had someone told her this all those years ago, that she would one day be standing here, with Dorian Havilliard of all people, in their home, expecting his child, she would laugh herself hoarse.

But she wished.

Wished that past Manon had known how much she needed a family.

So I'll wait for you, and I'll burn

Will I ever see your sweet return

Oh, will I ever learn?

A/N: Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm really loving this AU more and more for every chapter I write! Also, I’d like to give a huge thanks to everyone who comments/reblogs etc. It means the world to me!

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stansrichie · 5 years

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how do you sleep when you lie to me?

summary: reddie soulmate au where when you write on your skin, it’ll show up on your soulmates skin as well so eddie started wearing long sleeves… until one day, he doesn’t.

read it on ao3 here! :]

pairing: richie and eddie

words: 3.3k

warnings: eddie is big dumb, mild angst, mainly pining/fluff, college au, soulmate au, they’re like 19

a/n: i haven’t written in a while so PLEASE bear with me i tried- i also didn’t prooread this yet so ignore typos its 5am :[

Eddie had just drifted to sleep when he felt a faint tingle on his arm; his soulmate writing something.

Sitting up in bed, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and turned his head to look at the clock on his desk. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he mutters frustratedly to himself, flopping back down on his bed and curling further into his comforter, trying to be as quiet as he can since Stan was sleeping less than 5 feet away from him in their shared college dorm. “Why the hell is he up at 4 a.m. when we have class in the morning?”

Eddie had always been a light sleeper, so it was at times like this when he was awoken at the ass-crack of dawn, watching silently as Richie wrote on his arm, waiting and hoping for a response; a response Eddie was, quite frankly, too afraid to give him.

It had only been a few days after he turned 18, the age where you can finally start seeing and writing messages on your skin to your soulmate, that Eddie figured out Richie was his soulmate.

It was their senior year of high school and they were sitting in English class, zoning out while as the teacher continued rambling about some summer reading project they were supposed to have done, when Eddie felt it. He was wearing a sweatshirt, so he lifted the sleeve a little, watching as his soulmate started doodling what looked like an intricate rose.

He smiled as he watched for a few minutes, thinking the flower was beautiful, and moved to tap Richie on the arm to show him the design but paused as soon as he started. His breath hitched as he looked over his shoulder and saw Richie drawing a rose on his arm. The exact same rose that was currently being drawn on Eddie’s.

Up until that point, Eddie had never written a message back to his soulmate, afraid of saying something stupid, and after figuring out it was Richie, he knew he could never write anything back at all. At least not until he figured out what the hell he could say to him because, in reality, what was he supposed to say to his best friend that has shown no romantic interest in him before? ‘Hey, Richie, it’s me, Eddie. I know you’ve said a thousand times that being around me makes you nauseous because I constantly smell like my mom’s cheap perfume, but maybe that’s karma because we’re kinda soulmates. Life comes at you fast, huh?” Absolutely not.

Not only could Eddie not convince himself to tell Richie, but neither could the rest of the Losers. Not Bill, who sat Eddie down and held an impromptu intervention with Mike after Richie had come to them a hundred times, crying about how his soulmate probably hates him already since they never respond to him. Not Stan, who nearly decked him in the face for running away when he was given the perfect opportunity to fess up when Richie asked him why he had drawn the exact same smiley face he had on his hand. And not Beverly or Ben, who cornered and sat him down just last week after his last lecture of the day, telling him it had been almost a year since he found out and had yet to talk to Richie.

Now here he was, lying in bed at 4 in the morning, curling tightly into his comforter as he tried to ignore the guilt he felt in the pit of his stomach and watching Richie write what was probably the fourth message he had gotten today.

I’m sorry if I’ve been annoying you for the past year. Part of me hopes I’ve been writing on the wrong arm this whole time and you’re just not right-handed, but I know that isn’t really it. Just please say something, anything, so I at least know you’re out there and I’ll stop. I promise.

More than half of his forearm had been covered. He could only read over the message once, feeling tears well up in his eyes before shoving his arm back under his blanket and shutting his eyes as tightly as he could. He hated that he was hurting him, but he was scared. He was so scared. Scared that Richie would hate him by now. Scared that Richie didn’t return the same feelings for him that he’s had since freshman year. Scared that this will ruin their friendship if Richie doesn’t. He’s so scared.

“Eddie, it’s the middle of September. It’s like 600 degrees outside. Why the fuck are you wearing a jacket?” Richie asks, furrowing his eyes brows and staring at the smaller boy in front of him, his head slightly tilted as he waited for an answer.

After locking the door to his and Stan’s dorm, Eddie pushes past Richie, nearly knocking the boy over, and throws his backpack over his shoulder as he leads them down the hall and out of the building. This is what they always did. Richie woke up early, got dressed, walked to Eddie’s room, and waited for him outside so they could walk to class together. That’s what best friends do, right? “Because I’m cold, Richie, why else would I wear a jacket, dumbass?” he retorted, tugging the jacket tighter over his body. Ever since Eddie started wearing long sleeves around him, Richie asked the same thing all the time, and got the same response every time. Only this time, it really did feel like it was about 600 degrees outside, and Eddie could already feel his forehead start to get damp as they walked, yet he had no intentions of removing the jacket.

“Whatever, weird ass. I feel like I’m fucking melting out here, and you’re still dressing like there’s a blizzard barreling down on us. Are you okay?” Richie asked, his previously sarcastic tone of voice turning to one of genuine concern, catching Eddie completely off-guard with how fast he switched up.

“Y-yeah. I’m okay. Just been feeling weird. I’m fine, though,” Eddie tumbled over his words, keeping his eyes on his feet as they walked. “I didn’t get to ask you earlier, but how was the trip?” he asked, peering up to meet the same pair of concerned eyes he had been avoiding the entire walk. Over the weekend, Richie was forced to go to some art museum two hours away with his class for an exhibit, and instead of making it a day trip, they left Saturday morning and didn’t return until Sunday afternoon.

Richie knew good and well that Eddie wasn’t as okay as he was telling him, but they were best friends. He told Eddie everything and Eddie told him everything too. If he wanted him to know, he would tell him. Why would this be any different? “It was alright. Kind of boring, but it was required. I know it was only one weekend, but I missed you,” Richie replied nonchalantly, shoving his hands in his pockets. It wasn’t until a few moments later that he realized what he’d said, and frantically tried to backtrack and save himself. “You guys. I-i missed you guys. You know… it was weird not hanging out with you all. Like... all of you. Not just one,” he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the nape of his neck, and Eddie noticed a faint red tint had taken to his cheeks that couldn’t have been from the heat.

“Yeah…y-yeah. I got it,” Eddie stuttered back, feeling like the combined heat the jacket and the heat from his own cheeks were about to suffocate him. “I bet it was. Didn’t have anyone to fuck around with and call ‘itty bitty Ewok” the whole time you were there.”

This pulled a loud laugh from Richie, who completely stopped in his tracks to grab his chest dramatically at the nickname he had coined for Eddie. “Come on, Eds, if anything you missed me calling you that,” he replied in-between chuckles, wiping a single tear from his eye.

“Fuck you, Richie, you already know I’m insecure about my height and Ewoks are actually pretty badass. They could kick your ass in a heartbeat just like I ca-” Eddie stops himself, sighing and shaking his head as Richie had only been probed to laugh harder. “Fuck you,” he spat, squinting his eyes at the other boy before speed walking ahead. However, he didn’t get very far before he felt himself being tugged backwards into a hard chest.

“I’m sorry, Eddie. I was just kidding, I promise,” Richie grinned down at him, though Eddie wasn’t paying much attention to what he was saying. What he was paying attention to, though, was the hand on his waist that was pressing him firmly against Richie’s body, only separated by his backpack. “Forgive me?” Richie whispered, leaning right down to Eddie’s ear and making him shudder a bit at the feeling of his breath fanning his skin.

“Whatever,” Eddie breathed out, shoving Richie away and fixing his bag on his shoulder, continuing to walk ahead as he heard Richie continuing to chuckle behind him.

They walked in silence for a few more minutes, getting closer and closer to their classroom building before they finally arrived. It wasn’t until Eddie pulled the door open and held it for Richie that he spoke again.

“Is that something your soulmate wrote?” Richie asked, pointing to the marks peeking out from Eddie’s jacket that had slightly risen up on his arm as they walked inside.

At the question, Eddie’s eyes widened, and he immediately pulled the fabric of his sleeve down, averting his eyes from his best friend. “Yeah… yeah, it’s nothing important. Just a doodle or something,” he mumbled, shrugging his shoulders and silently praying that Richie would accept his answer and change the subject.

“Must be nice. I don’t know what I did to my soulmate or--or if I even fucking have one at this point, but I can never get a response. I’m starting to think that maybe I should just…give up? I mean it’s almost been a year now and all I’ve gotten is radio silence. I can’t keep begging for nothing, you know?” Richie asks, looking over at Eddie with dark, heavy eyes as he finished. His shoulders were slumped in defeat and his head hung a little lower as he walked.

“Yeah. I-I’m sorry, Richie. You don’t deserve that… you really don’t,” Eddie replied, fidgeting nervously with backpack straps and quickly glancing at Richie before focusing back on the ground and walking into the classroom.

He hadn’t been lying. After a while, the messages on Eddie’s arm started coming in slower and slower before stopping altogether.

There were times when he thought Richie had started trying again, feeling the familiar tingle on his arm, only to look down and see a grocery list or a homework reminder.

By now, it had been nearly two months and there hadn’t been a single message from Richie for him to read. Richie had also become a little quieter when they all hung out. Acting a little out of character for his usual self, and the entire group noticed. They also knew Eddie was the one that could fix it, and they’d threatened him at least 3 times this week to tell Richie before they did. To say he felt guilty was an understatement. He didn’t think it would come to Richie completely giving up he just¾he just needed more time, was all. More time to come up with something to say to him.

Eddie was just about to sit down and start on his homework when he felt it again. Writing on his arm.

Study group for comp sci in library @ 6

He stared at the note on his arm for a few minutes before looking at the time on his laptop. It was 3:45 now, so he only had a little bit of time to decide if he would show up or not. This was the first time Richie had written a complete sentence, whether it was for him or not, let alone with something as specific as his afternoon plans. It would be the perfect time to reveal himself to Richie, but he couldn’t help but doubt himself. “Jesus fuck, I’m gonna need a Xanax after this,” he muttered to himself hiding his face in his hands and exhaling loudly.

It was currently 7:30pm and Eddie was standing outside of the library entrance, looking like an absolute idiot. He had gotten to the library over 30 minutes ago, but every time he made the move to walk inside, he walked right back out.

He peered through the glass doors of the library entrance and saw Richie packing up his bags at a table in the back corner of the bottom floor and waving goodbye to a few other students. Panic started to rise in him because it was literally now or never, and he didn’t even use his time standing around outside, let alone the entire year he’s kept this secret, to think of what the hell he’s supposed to say when he walks up to him.

His body starts moving before his mind can get it to stop, and he suddenly finds himself pushing through the front doors and walking right up to Richie, who was seconds away from leaving.

“Hey, Richie,” Eddie called as he neared the table, internally cringing at how awkward and nervous he sounded. Richie looked up from shoving his last book into his backpack, his eyes widening in surprise and his mouth opening to say something before Eddie cut him off. “H-how did your study group go?”

“How did you know I had a study group? I never mentioned it to…” Richie trailed off mid-sentence as he took in Eddie’s appearance. He was shifting nervously from one foot to the other. A faint blush was set on his cheeks, tinting them a pretty pink color over his freckles, and he was completely avoiding Richie’s eyes. Other than that, there was nothing significantly different about Eddie that caught him off guard; that is, until he noticed Eddie’s shirt. For once, he wasn’t wearing anything long-sleeved, and Richie noticed a few familiar scribbles on Eddie’s arm from afar.

Stepping away from the table, Richie started moving closer to the other boy and Eddie felt like he couldn’t breathe. He stood completely still, frozen in place, as Richie stopped right in front of him and took his arm in his hand, holding it up so he could read what was written.

“Study group for comp sci in library at 6,” Richie read out loud quietly before looking up and meeting Eddie’s eyes, causing Eddie to meet his gaze for the first time. They were both silent for no more than 3 minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Eddie was still barely breathing, waiting for Richie to react, and Richie was looking at the message on Eddie’s arm again that was identical to his as if everything was hitting him at once.

Eddie had just looked away from Richie’s face when he spoke up again.

“Why?” he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of hurt and desperation. “W-why would you …hide this from me for so long, Eddie?”

When Eddie looked up, he realized just how upset Richie really was. His eyes had already begun to water, and he knew he was completely overwhelmed with the situation. He felt terrible once again; not that he didn’t deserve to. “Richie, I-”

“Do you realize how hard I tried? Eddie, I didn’t even know if there was someone out there or not. I-I waited so long hoping to get a response, and you--you were there the entire time? You knew the entire time?” Richie cut him off, looking like he had been completely defeated.

“I-I’m sorry. I just- I didn’t know how you would react. You’ve never shown any real interest in me and I didn’t want to ruin anything I-I was just scared of… of losing you,” he replied, feeling his own tears start to slip down his cheeks. “I know I’m the fucking worst and I had so much time to say something but I couldn’t-”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Eddie? Like are you bullshitting me right now? This entire time, you haven’t stopped to think even once that I might have feelings for you? That I might have been in love with you since we were prepubescent 13 year-olds in high school? Not once?” Richie continued, shooting questions at Eddie every chance he could. “Not when I asked you to prom senior year, even if I did try to play it off as a friend thing? Not when I kissed you that one time when we went to the drive-in? Or not even now when I wake up early every morning to walk you to class, even when I don’t have the same classes? Not once?”

Eddie was speechless. Absolutely speechless for at least 2 minutes before his mind finally started working again after that confession. “I really am sorry, Rich, I know I should’ve said something a long ass time ago I was being stupid… I had no idea you felt that way, but I-I feel the same,” he replied nervously, peering up at Richie through his eyelashes, his bottom lip between his teeth. “And to be fair, you told me the kiss was accidental and that you only did it because you were trying to wipe butter off of my lip and slipped-”

But he’s cut off when he feels a pair of lips against his, and he barely has time to react before Richie’s pulling him closer against his chest and deepening the kiss. Eddie feels like his entire body is fire, and even though they’re kissing in the middle of the library, it feels like they’re the only people in the room, as cheesy as that sounds. It was a fairly chaste kiss, but it was desperate and needy, something they’ve both wanted for years, and they were both breathless when they pulled apart.

Eddie’s lips were red and a bit plumper, and when Richie’s eyes flickered down to them and noticed, he couldn’t help but pull Eddie in for another quick kiss.

“That one wasn’t an accident,” Richie finally spoke after a few moments of them trying to catch their breath, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re such an idiot,” Eddie chuckled breathlessly. He felt like a thousand weights had been lifted off his shoulders. His insides felt like jelly, like he couldn’t believe that had just happened, but it felt good. He felt good.

“Yeah? Says the one that kept being my soulmate away from me for an entire fucking year,” Richie countered, squeezing Eddie’s hip and making his breath hitch.

“Not an entire year just…close,” Eddie murmured under his breath, hiding his face in Richie’s neck.

“Too long,” Richie replied, his voice slightly muffled as he pressed his lips against the side of Eddie’s face.

“M’sorry,” Eddie responded, which he’d probably said a thousand times tonight. But he meant it. He meant it every single time.

“I know. I’m just glad you’re here now,” Richie sighed in content. Of course, they’d talk more about the situation later, but for now he was just happy he had found out who his soulmate was. Even better, it was Eddie.

Eddie knew it too. Knew he’d have a lot more explaining to do, and a lot more apologizing to do, but for now he wanted to stay just like this for a little while longer because he wasn’t afraid anymore. He didn’t have to be; he never had to be, and he wished he could’ve convinced himself of that earlier because being in Richie’s arms felt like the safest place he’d ever been in his life.

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ener-chi · 4 years

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Much has happened today.

Soo first off... in regards to my last journal post, I’ve made some progress. I had my suspicions, and they’ve been confirmed; the white-haired lady that was in that starry-place is actually someone that I work with. She’s a Fae... and she’s “kind of” related to Prince. It’s complicated; but we started working together not too long ago. I guess this is why.

I went back to the realm, and C showed me a bunch of different things. They weren’t visions, per say... I wasn’t viewing them, but rather experiencing them. Normally, I see things like I’m watching from an outside perspective looking in, but this time I was directly experiencing it. It was... insane honestly, I’m still not sure what to make of it. Here are my notes:

She told me to "Stop thinking. Just do."

That was the theme of this session. It was told to me over and over and over… and… it worked.

I went through the gates… and then was kind of sucked into darkness… I didn't know what to expect… Then I felt her grab on to my hand… And we were walking towards some light… like reaching the end of a tunnel…

We come out… and into a wonderful forest grove… it was so green… it was like… mid-morning… quiet… a little bit of rustling of leaves…

We walked along some natural-made path… and then we rounded a bend, and came to a circular clearing, with a tree stump in the middle… and I immediately starting crying… in real life too…

I immediately recognized this place… I've been here before… it's that tree… that makes me cry… and I'm not sure why…

I sat at it's base and wept…

Then I pulled myself together and asked C why she brought me here. She told me to not think, but to feel.

So I did. I felt… a strong connection to the tree. I felt myself in it. And then I had a vision.

A violent, violent storm. A wind like nothing I've never seen before, whipping through the forest. I see the tree; this time, in it's full form. It's tall, it's magnificent. I feel it's pride, and splendor.

A crack of lightning shoots down… strikes the tree… it doesn't ignite it… but that, with the fierce winds… the tree cracks… and falls over…

I feel its' shock… and then it's pain… and then its' sadness… it had so much pride in its' form and power and influence… and it was splintered…

I wept with this tree… as I returned to the grove… I comforted it… even though it's not in its' full form… it's influence on this place is still mighty… it is still the protector of this place…

At this point we leave…

I have another experience…

We go through another tunnel… and I come out in a bustling city…

The noises of cars and the busy city life fill the air… I'm walking along the side-walk… at first… I found it odd that there were no people around… or walking on the sidewalk… and then I realize that there are, actually… but they are just translucent…

I continue walking… I come to an intersection with a red light, and wait…

At this point, I had to kind of… get a right feel for what happens next. I have to go through it a couple of times, with C repeating to me to "Not think. Just do."

So the light turns green and the walk sign appears. I start to cross the street, and a truck whizzes by. I dodge it, heart pumping, and then another car comes behind me and hits me…

The next thing I know I’m lying on my back on the street, mangled… I see people surrounding me… I hear sirens… I black out…

Also, at this point I notice that I'm not actually "me." I'm a… young man, maybe early to mid twenties… black hair, taller and more slender than I am. A different person.

ANYWAYS

I have a foggy, flickering memory of me, in a hospital gurney… I'm being rushed by a couple different staff… I look up and see one of the worried faces… they look down and see me… they adjust the mask on my face… reach down… and blackness again…

I wake up in a hospital bed. My legs are up in those sling thingies. I'm pretty bandaged up… but all I really feel is… foggy… it takes a minute for me to process where I am…

A nurse is at my side, and I'm shortly joined by a doctor. He walks in and asks how I'm doing. I ask him what happened. He asks me what I remember about the accident… I tell him that I remember being hit… but the rest of the details are blurry. He says that I have multiple fractures, as well as some other internal injuries. He says that I'm lucky to be alive. I ask him about recovery. He says that I'll probably be in the hospital for a couple of weeks… but as for the recovery, probably at least 6 months at home. He then says to ring a nurse if I need anything; he'll be back later. He leaves, and so does the nurse.

Then a woman enters the room. Tall, long, curly black hair. I recognize her, and a warm feeling of love fills me.

She joins me at my side. Tells me that she's glad to see me. She says that I must be hungry, and offers me a drink. I gently drink from a straw; it's some kind of juice, kind of tastes like mango and something else. Man it was delicious!

I ask her who she is; I have some sort of connection with her, but I'm not sure who. (This is me - Zach - not knowing who she is). "Oh sweetheart," she says, kissing me on the forehead. "I'm your mother."

We talk for a little while longer, and then she leaves. I feel nauseous and dizzy… I throw up, and then ring a nurse, who rushes in. She quickly starts cleaning me up, and reaches down and adjusts the pain meds on my IV… things go black again… anddd it's over

I ask C what the point of that one was. She said that I'm starting to "see" things. That is the point. That I begin to see and to experience. I guess that's okay.

At this point I ended up ending the session because I had school stuff to do, but I went back later:

I entered the scene, and found myself walking briskly down a school hallway. I looked down at myself… I was wearing a fancy school uniform… my (what I would consider) fancy watch showed that I was late. I walked faster, eventually breaking into a run, turning and going upstairs before entering a classroom.

The teacher was calling roll… my name was called just as I walked in. I got some chuckles and snickers as I did. She just looked up at me with some kind of glance, then continued. She then asked everyone to pull out their books for the lesson.

After class, as everyone was filing out, she stopped me with her meterstick and asked me to stay for a moment.

She asked me why I was running late so often. It's been happening too often… and if it continues, there's going to have to be disciplinary consequences.

I looked down, bashfully…

"Sorry, Ms… I just… on the way to school, I pass by a lady and her two kids… they always appear to be starving… so I give them my lunch. That's why I’m late"

The teacher looks at me in surprise… then suspiciously… "That's very noble of you… if the story is true… but I guess now that I think of it, I haven't seen you bring or eat lunch for a couple of weeks now."

"Yeah… but I don't mind. I can just eat when I get home from school."

She smiles.

"Well… I suppose if this is the reason, then it's acceptable for you to be running late a few times. But perhaps there is another way that you can help those people; a growing boy needs his lunch, after all."

"Yes, Ms. Thanks Ms."

I run off… scene ends…

There was more, the notes are kind of incoherent lol. Very interesting! Things kind of took a big turn for me spiritually; honestly I’m not surprised lol but I never expected stuff like this to happen. I’m very curious and excited, and I will continue working with it.

That’s it for now. I hope that everyone has a great night!

Blessings!

#mine #journal #10.6.20 #ca #path #ep #rs

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emma-nation · 5 years

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Thinking Of You (Mona x MC Fanfiction) - Chapter 7

You said move on Where do I go? I guess second best Is all I will know

Summary: Years later, Allison has everything she wants, a brand-new internship as a doctor, a handsome boyfriend… but her first nightshift won’t go as expected…

Genre: Romance, Angst

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Notes:

- English is not my first language, forgive me for any mistakes.

- Choices July Challenge starts tomorrow and I’m more than excited to share some other MonaxMC fics with you. Stay tuned!!

"I still don't like this idea," Mr. Wheeler grunted.

"Neither do I," Mona responded, scowling with arms crossed. "Do I look like I'm happy?"

"Will you two ever stop?" Allison finished placing her things inside her purse.

"I hope you're not doing this, ruining your life, because of her again."

Mona rolled her eyes.

"Look, I only accepted this damn plan because Allison tends to do some stupid things. I know she'll get in trouble."

"For the first time we agree, Mona. Though this behavior is more usual when you're around."

"Are we good to go?" Allison interrupted, trying to put an end in the discussion.

As expected, Mr. Wheeler wasn't happy. He protested, accused her of throwing her entire future away because of Mona but, in the end, he threw the towel, knowing it was useless to try to change her mind.

Mona nodded, waiting for her in front of the door.

"Before we go," Allison pulled out her cell phone, "one last thing."

She snapped a picture of Mona.

"Mona's first day of college. We need to save that moment. Your mom is going to be so proud!"

"Don't you even dare to send her that!" Mona angered. "If she knows I'm playing the bait for a serial killer, she'll kill me and your father together."

Allison laughed.

"Don't worry, but we'll show her when all of this is over. She’ll be proud anyways."

Mona sighed and shook her head.

Outside, they were about to enter her car when she stood still, staring at a luxurious car parked at the opposite side of the street. Noticing their presence, the car drove away. Mona scowled.

"Who was that?" Allison asked, curious and worried.

"No one," she answered. “No one that matters.”

Ignoring the tension in the air, Allison changed the subject.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this!" She giggled as Mona started driving. "I'm so excited."

"You're the only person I've ever met that would want to catch a serial killer to run away from your life. And I've met some weird kinds in prison."

With the mission, Mona was finally being more open around Allison. Her mood also improved, though she fought hard to hide it. She was always smiling and making jokes. The night were Allison confessed her feelings was never mentioned again, but she planned to bring that up again soon, when she was finally able to break her engagement.

Griffin had been unreachable lately. The internet signal was very poor in the area he was volunteering. Mona would often tease her, about him having a second fiancée in Africa.

They parked. Mona wouldn't leave the car.

"Let's go," Allison called.

"I suddenly feel nauseous again."

"Don't tell me Mona, who doesn't give a damn about anything, is actually nervous?"

"C-Can you blame me? Do you have any idea of how long ago was the last time I was in school? And trust me, it wasn't good."

"Okay... I'm gonna do something my dad always did, in my first school days," she kissed Mona's cheek. "A good luck kiss! See you at lunch."

Mona froze and then blushed. Allison left the car, leaving her alone. She hid herself behind a tree and observed at distance as she followed her own way.

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The day passed quick, but it wasn't any easy for Mona. As she entered her first class, she felt a lump on her throat.

"So this is how it feels like," she thought, remembering her past and how she was supposed to have attended to NYU or Columbia. Both of them granted her full scholarships, over a science project she developed in High School and she perfect GPA.

She picked a seat at the most hidden corner she could find in the auditorium. In that moment, Mona completely understood Mr. Wheeler’s feelings towards her. She acted so stupid, throwing everything away for a girl. Searching her name on Google, she found out she was in jail again. Drug dealing this time. And she didn't even look so pretty or cool anymore.

The classes were easier than she expected. For someone that got a GED in prison, she stood out, being the one to answer all the questions teachers asked. Of course, not without attracting some jealousy from her classmates.

Anyways, it was lunch time and she was ready to reunite with Allison.

"Any news?" Mona asked, as soon as she joined her at the table. "I can't wait to get the hell out of here."

"No, there wasn't any creepy guys selling drugs in my classroom," Allison joked. "But come on, was it so bad?"

"Bad? My classmates have started spreading rumors I was in jail for murdering some dude. The only person who actually interacted with me was this Christian girl, saying she'll help me to find redemption."

Allison couldn't help but laugh.

"What about you? How many Graysons did you meet in class?"

"Griffin. But no, there was no one like him."

"Obviously,” Mona finally grinned, ironically. “Because he's the most perfect, handsome and also, good in bed."

"No, actually it’s because most of my classmates are women."

"Oh! Any like me? I doubt it."

"Of course not! You're one in a million, Mona."

Mona suddenly stop laughing, wondering if Allison was still joking of if she really meant that. Before she could ask, her expression changed and she became serious.

"I'm breaking up with him," she told.

"Oh, my condolences."

"Can you just be serious and listen to me? I mean, I like talking to you. You don't judge or put any pressure on me."

Mona inhaled deeply, thinking of what to say, without sounding sarcastic or thrilled about the break up. She tried to remember the therapy sessions she was forced to attend in prison, where the therapist taught her to be more empathetic.

"Listen, Allison. You know I'm not the most appropriate person for heartfelt conversations or to offer comfort but..." she placed her hand on top of hers. "You gotta do what's the best for you. If you're not happy anymore, just do it. You're smart and pretty, besides having some impressive hot wiring skills and being a great driver. I’d say you still can have a lot of fun before settling down with someone."

"That was the sweetest thing I've heard in years," Allison smiled. "Thank you."

Mona didn't immediately removed her hand, Allison didn't bother moving hers either. They stayed like that for a brief moment, enjoying each other’s touch.

"But I'm worried about you," Allison spoke again, in a serious tone. "About that guy who was parked in front of home this morning. You're not in danger, are you?"

Mona sighed. She didn't like sharing, but since she was staying in Allison's house, she deserved to know the truth.

"That's my..." she cleared her throat before saying the word, "father. Though he's the ultimate douchebag, he offers no threat. I hadn't seen him since I was fifteen. I have no idea why he suddenly became obsessed with me."

She told about his famous dealership, with all the stores he had around the country and how he had been keeping her car for the last few years.

"Maybe he's trying to make it up for the lost time and bond with you?"

"No, it's something else. I just don't know what."

Allison checked her watch, concluding it was almost time to go.

"I had a really nice time chatting with you," she said before leaving. "I hope we can do this more often."

"Yeah, me too..." Mona whispered, but she was already gone.

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After lunch, Mona had a freshmen orientation in the library. Checking her phone, there was already multiple messages from Detective Wheeler, asking if she had gotten anything. She rolled her eyes and started to examine her surroundings.

"Remember what you're here for. This life isn't for you. You're only playing a role."

There was this young male, Brian. She had been watching him since the early hours in the morning. Mona knew his type very well. Big biceps, small brain. He was a Jock, what made her the suspect number one in her list. Discreetly, she took a picture of him, sending to the Detective.

Passing through one of the library sections, she saw a perfect opportunity to confront him, when he was pestering another freshman girl.

"Come on, gorgeous. Let me give you a tour of the campus. I'll show you the most interesting spots in this place."

"Leave me alone!" The girl ordered.

He didn't obey. Preventing her from leaving the aisle.

"At least give me your number. So we can get to know each other better."

"No!

"Come on..."

Mona decided it was the perfect moment to intervene.

"The girl said no," she calmly said. "Do you even know what 'no' means or... your muscles have overgrown your brain?"

"Get out of here, chick," he angered. "This is between me and... what's your name, gorgeous?"

Mona placed herself between them, frowning at him.

"You're crossing limits here, dude. So it's my business too."

"Do you have any idea of who you're messing with?"

"What about you? Do you have any idea of who you're messing with?"

"Oh my god!" The girl yelled in that moment. "S-She's that girl who was in jail for stabbing a man."

Brian's expression suddenly changed.

"T-Those are rumors. She's only playing the bad girl act."

"Are you willing to test me?"

"I could break you in half if I wanted," the intimidating look was back on his face. "You've been warned. Stay out of my way."

As he went way, Mona glanced back at the girl. Who looked away, avoiding to face her.

"You're welcome," she said upon her silence.

She began to walk away, when she called her back.

"Wait! I'm so sorry, I just wanted to scare him away. I don't even know if these crazy rumors are true."

"And you don't want to find out."

Mona continued her way, but she heard the girl yelling 'thank you' at distance. She didn't care, she had gotten what she wanted. One first suspect for Detective Wheeler.

At the parking lot, she waited for Allison, when Krista, the Christian girl, came to her direction, making her wince in displeasure.

“The Lord is testing me.”

"Mona!" She greeted. "How was your first day? Well, I hope."

"Fabulous," she replied with sarcasm.

"Good. Listen, I really meant it about redemption. If you prove you're willing to follow a new path, you're more than invited for our weekly Bible studies."

Mona didn't answer. She didn't want to sound disrespectful or offend her at all.

"Wow, is that your car?" She asked looking at the Halberdier EVX. "I-It isn't stolen, is it?"

"Probably," Mona sighed deeply. Kaneko had given her that car when she moved to Los Angeles, so it was very possible.

"Oh my god!" She covered her mouth with her hand. "Listen, the first step for your redemption is to get rid of these things. Things that keep you attached to your sinful past. Will you be getting a new car?"

"Maybe, when I have money."

"I could get you a job, if you want. We do charity work for people like you, that served time in prison. But first you need to prove you're willing to reborn to a new life."

"I'll think about it," Mona lied, trying to end that conversation.

As she watched Krista entering her own car, she let out a laugh. She had the most expensive car of the moment. The same model as Dr. Carlson and her father.

"Snob."

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Allison was never good at socializing, in school her only friends were always Darius and Riya. In college it wasn't very different. All the friends she made, she met them through Griffin. He was the popular one. But the situation demanded desperate measures. There was going to be a hot party in the weekend, to welcome the freshmen, and she needed to get invited. What place could be better to catch a drug dealer than a party?

During a break between classes, she found a group of girls reunited at the bathroom. She remained silent inside a stall, to listen to their conversation.

"Are you going to the 'Welcome Party'?"

"Sure I am! It's one of the best parties of the year!"

"Do you know where I could get tickets? I tried to buy from Aaron, but he said they're expired."

"Don't tell anyone, but I bought some extra. You know, there will be some desperate people searching for last time tickets and I really could use some extra money."

"Perfect," Allison thought.

She followed them to the corridor, her wallet in hands.

"Hey! Did you say you have tickets for the 'Welcome Party'? I need two."

"You gonna have to pay double for them, honey. I was saving for some friends."

"I have this friend, who's a freshman too. After having such a hard time in life, she could really use some fun. I'll pay the triple."

In the end of the day, she was grinning ear to ear. Mona was waiting for her, leaning against her car's hood in the parking lot. As usual, she had a scowl on her face.

"What happened?" She asked. "I have the most awesome news."

"Is it related to the investigation?" Mona asked. "Because I don’t know how longer I can’t take without telling these dickheads to screw off!"

"Whoa, someone has definitely pissed you off."

First she told her about her suspect and her encounter with him at the library, where Mona saved a girl from him. In the end, she also misjudged her, repeating the rumors for everyone around to listen.

"And then there was this Christian girl, the one who wants to save my soul. She wants me to get rid of my car, but she has that brand-new European model all the douchebags have. My father and Dr. Dickson."

"Hey, your dad is a creep, I agree. But Dr. Carlson is a good man. Have you seen all the humanitarian projects he does?"

Mona looked at her and sighed.

"Anyways," Allison changed the subject. "I have great news. Something that will help you to relax."

"Please, tell me it's my one-way ticket to New York?"

"No, you're not going away so easily. Not before we attend 'The Welcome Party'."

#playchoices #ride or die #mona #mona x mc #mona rod #choices stories you play #ride or die fanfiction

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andreabandrea · 6 years

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into the future with you

Words: 8370 Fandom: Komi-san wa Komyushou desu/Miss Komi has a Communication Disorder Pairing: Tadano Hitohito/Komi Shouko Rating: G Additional Tags: Domestic, Future Fic, Established Relationship, Cute, What-If, Marriage Proposal, Social Anxiety, First In The Fandom Summary: Several years into their relationship, Tadano struggles with trying to propose to Komi. The upcoming class reunion only makes it more difficult.

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Tadano swore up and down that he was just an average teacher at an average school. Whenever he was asked about how he earned the dozens of students’ handmade cards and crayon drawings of him that overflowed from his briefcase, he would say he just was lucky to teach the best kids in the world. They would invariably say that he thought all kids were the best kids in the world, and he would invariably reply that he was always right.

He ignored the rumors about his ‘sixth sense’. Anyone heading home for the day could have passed that empty classroom with the crying girl hiding inside. However, not everyone watched their students from their classroom’s window to make sure each student headed home safely, and not everyone had realized that one Shizuka Youki never left.

“Shizuka-san?”

Her head shot up like she’d been attacked, scooting back so far in her chair upon seeing him that she slammed into the wall. She wiped her face hard on her sleeves, as if trying to rub off her eyes and nose to hide that she’d been crying.

“Shizuka-san, it’s just me.” He gave a little wave and what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “I was just on my way home and heard something in here.”

Her eyes were simultaneously trained on him in terror and trying to avoid making eye contact at all costs. Being caught crying, especially by a teacher, must have been mortifying-- yet at the same time, he couldn’t just leave her. It felt to Tadano as if he had joined a game of chess halfway through with his pieces surrounded. He placed his briefcase in a cubby- that only seemed to make him scarier- and sat in a desk nearby. It leveled their dissonance in height and put him close enough to talk, but not so close she felt interrogated.

“There’s no need to feel ashamed of crying,” he said. “I cry sometimes, too.”

Truthfully, he’d cried less and less as he grew confidence as an adult, but she didn’t need to know that. It wasn’t of importance to this little girl that he still got misty-eyed from either stress or joy- or both- trying to decide when and how to propose to his girlfriend.

“It’s a beautiful day outside, isn’t it?” he said. The cherry blossoms outside were in bloom. The beginning of the school year always brought him new gifts. In the past, it had been Komi. Now, it was his kids.

Shizuka nodded faintly without looking out the window. The child still hugged herself tight, trying her hardest to pretend that she wasn’t here. The classic ‘I will say or do anything to get you to leave’ body language.

“Sometimes when I don’t feel good, I like to take deep breaths and look out at the cherry blossoms. It helps me feel better. Do you want to take some deep breaths with me?” he asked. When she nodded, he led her through the process a few times- inhale through the nose, hold, then exhale through the mouth. “Whenever we’re feeling sad or scared, we start to breathe really quick and really shallow from the top of our lungs. That can make us feel dizzy and nauseous.”

She continued to take deep breaths without his guidance. He offered small words of praise each time she did until she sat still in her chair, exhausted.

“Shizuka-san, are you feeling any better?” he asked, to which she nodded again. “That’s good. I’m glad. I know I’m your teacher, but if you ever want to talk to me about anything, you can approach me at any time.”

She froze. The girl still looked at him as if he were an alligator who only appeared to be resting before it attacked-- not a gawky teacher with rosy cheeks and a cowlick. She looked around for her school supplies only to reach out helplessly upon spotting them packed in the same cubby that held his briefcase.

Tadano didn’t have a sixth sense. It was just that her thoughts broadcast to anyone who would stop and listen: I can’t get up and walk over to get them; it’s awkward in the first place, and what if I walk weird or trip and he laughs at me?

And he might have been reading in too much, but Shizuka-san so far hadn’t once raised her hand in class and one time sat trembling for 20 minutes with a used tissue in her hand, eyeing the trash can all the way at the front of the room.

“I’m going to stand up for a moment,” he said, as to not startle her when he did just that. He walked up to the chalkboard and wrote on it: Shizuka-san, you can write on here to communicate with me if it would be more comfortable.

Her brows raised in surprise. She took an especially long time to stand up, as if silently chastising herself for every strange movement, and clasped her hands together so tightly while walking that her knuckles were white as the chalk she reached for. I am sorry, she wrote. I am bad at communicating with others.

She braced herself for a laugh that never came. When she looked up, he gave another reaffirming smile. There is someone dear to me who has the same issue. It is called a communication disorder.

The girl gawked. There was a name for it? There were other people like that?

I’ve never had a friend, she wrote. The words came to her so easily, as if it were a fact. As if it were as emotionless to her as saying ‘the sky is blue’. Not ever. My Mom did lots to try to get me to make friends. But every time I’m with someone, I get scared.

On the first day of class, the other children had formed bonds with one another the way magnets snapped together. Several of them had just walked up and said, “let’s play” or “wanna be friends?”. Shizuka had stayed at her desk, as if stranded in a foreign country, watching the locals communicate with one another in ways familiar but inexplicably alien.

Sometimes people talk to me. Or they play with me for a little while. But they always get bored and leave, Shizuka wrote. Her hand was flying now, writing characters so fast that they laced together. Once, someone wanted to be my friend and kept talking to me for days. I was up all night crying ‘cause I was so scared. I hid my phone so they couldn’t call me and walked a different way to school to avoid them. I’m too scared and too boring to have friends.

The chalk made the worst screeching sound as she dragged it down the board and collapsed to her knees, her small frame wracked with sobs too big for her body. Tadano could only kick himself for not reaching out to her sooner. It was all he could do now to squat down to her level and hold out a handkerchief. He didn’t want to push any boundaries by wiping her tears away.

She accepted it and wiped her eyes and then blew her nose. She held it to her face once she was done, as if trying to hide it.

“You must be so scared,” he said, and only continued when the girl met his eyes. “Being alone in a new school… everyone around you making friends… it must seem so effortless to them, right? You must think, ‘if they can do it, why not me?’”

A little nod signaled him to continue. “Sometimes, it must feel like no matter how much you will yourself, your voice won’t come out. But you still want to speak.” He noticed the kitty-face lunchbox stuffed in the cubby with her backpack. “You may have wanted to invite someone to eat lunch with you today.”

She nodded more vigorously. Now he was getting somewhere. The smell of chalk still could transport him back several years to when Komi-san spilled her heart out on the blackboard in front of him.

He had been more clueless about handling people, then. As she wrote what should I do?, the same question wracked his mind. Yet the words just came to him.

It wasn’t a ‘sixth sense’. It wasn’t special. He just cared.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. If you don’t remember anything else I say today, please keep that with you: there is nothing wrong with you. And you aren’t alone,” he said. Her words loomed above them on the chalkboard. Maybe it would be overwhelming to be given another lecture by her teacher, so he stood again and wrote the words next to her message: It will be okay. You aren’t alone.

Seeing that she’d followed him with her eyes, he continued. The person I mentioned, the one who is dear to me, still cannot speak well. She has struggled with communication for many years. When we met, her goal was to have 100 friends. Do you know how many she had when she graduated?

Shizuka managed to pull herself to her feet and wrote on the board: how many?

Tadano smiled as he circled the ‘100’. “That many,” he said. Her jaw dropped-- then it curled back up into a smile.

Really?

Really, he wrote.

Even if she has a comm-- she squinted at the characters he wrote. Even if she can’t talk well?

Yes. Even if she can’t talk well. His smile met his eyes. Having that many friends doesn’t have to be your goal, Shizuka-san. I only want you to know that you can have as many friends as you want, too. You can do it.

Storm clouds parted to reveal sunshine in her smile. Her pigtails bounced up with the weight of her grin, tongue poking through her missing baby teeth.

“Th--” she stuttered. “Th- th- tha-- thankyouTadano-sensei!” fired the words as if from a gatling gun. She bowed so deeply that she almost hit her head on the floor and then ran out of the room, only to return sheepishly to grab her backpack and lunchbox before running off again. Tadano stayed behind, rereading the words they’d written until through the window he saw her run out the school’s front door and toward the train station to get home.

He estimated that she’d be on the train before she realized that she still had his handkerchief, which would likely cause her to cry again, which would cause her to need it again-- a self-fulfilling prophecy. Tadano shook his head and erased the words on the board. All he could hope was that having the handkerchief would cause her to think over what they spoke about today. He would have to make sure he kept an eye out for her from now on. It might not have been in his job description as a teacher, but he couldn’t imagine wanting any students to feel as hopeless and alone as Komi had.

The eraser neared the words It will be okay. You aren’t alone. before he stopped. Thinking better of it, he put the eraser down and collected his briefcase, leaving the message in the empty classroom for the students to come.

II.

Komi-san crossed and uncrossed her legs again. She hadn’t been able to stop shivering since her boss called her into the office.

What would she tell her father if she was getting fired? He had used some leverage to get her the job in his company to begin with, since all her job interviews since leaving college had ended with the hiring manager fleeing in fear. And now, at her first job, she hadn’t been assigned any actual work in months and it was only a matter of time until someone noticed.

Her boss mopped sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. His deep-set eyes darted around-- out the window, at his certificates on the wall, anywhere but at the young woman seated across from his desk. “Komi-san. You must be wondering why I have summoned you into my office today.”

She didn’t respond. Her attempts to clench her jaw so that her teeth would stop chattering had the unintentional side-effect of shaping her eyes into a glare that would stop armies in their tracks. Her boss took a glance at her and gulped.

“Well, I… er, I…” He grabbed several tissues off his desk, knocking down the box in the process, and wiped down the criminal amount of cold sweat from his face. “I have been looking at… er, the performance reports from all of our new secretaries, and…”

Daggers dug into his neck fat from her glare. Turning around in his chair was no better; it made him feel as if he stood blindfolded on the gallows. But for what crime? Broaching the fact that all the superiors were intimidated by her? None of you show leadership, he pictured her saying. Being unsure whether to reward her for boosting office morale by existing or to reprimand her for not having done any actual work? None of you work, either, he could hear, unsure if it was his imagination or actually Komi herself.

As she most likely suspected, he spent most of his day in his office reading manga- a new series called Code Inuyasha Shippuden Fate Zero: Revengeance- and if she knew, then she was in a prime position to call out his hypocrisy and have him fired. How much did she know? Was her silence intended to leave him in suspenseful agony, waiting for him to pull the trigger on a blank only so she could draw her own rifle and shoot him dead?

“You haven’t… er… regarding your performance…” The man wheezed. His clammy fingers pawed at his coat pocket for a cigarette. After several swipes, he withdrew one from the box. In the process of patting himself down for his lighter, he heard a click and saw the spark of a flame. Komi had picked up and ignited the lighter on his desk and was now holding it out expectantly.

“Ah, y-yes, thank you--” the man started, holding out his cigarette, attempting to light it on the empty air where it had been. In one move as smooth as a card trick, Komi had dropped it into the trash can near his desk. The clang of the metal against the bottom of the metal pail echoed for several long seconds throughout the office.

She means I’m a fool for thinking that I can break my own office’s rules and smoke inside, he thought. The fact that her hand was still extended, fist trembling, only confirmed it. She was so enraged at his being a pathetic excuse for a boss that she was barely restraining the urge to smack the cigarette out of his flabby hand. A smoker and a time waster, he heard, your superior will see to it that you never get a job again.

In the years after that moment, whenever asked to explain how she rose to the rank of CEO so quickly, Komi-san would give what appeared to be a humble shrug. Tadano was the only one who knew that she dropped the lighter into the trash because of nerves and her boss, completely misunderstanding her intentions, kneeled down in front of her and began apologizing.

“I’m sorry! I’m such a failure of a boss and a human being!” he said, sobbing into the carpet. “You were right all along! You don’t need to do any work! Please, grace us with your leadership instead! You’re too good for this company, so please don’t leave!”

Within the same afternoon, she sat at the other side of the desk, completely bewildered as her newfound subordinates removed boxes full of the old boss’s manga.

Within the same month, she was able to use leverage to give her father a small but long-awaited raise.

III.

To anyone else, the silence in the Komi household would be deafening. To the couple, it was just noisy enough.

Only they heard the melody that the individual sounds wove: Komi’s soft, almost imperceptible, closing of the front door and slipping off her shoes; the sizzling of the pan from the kitchen, a harmony to Tadano’s humming as he cooked; the staccato jingling of the toy that their black cat batted with one paw from under the kitchen table; the soft peck of her lips meeting his; the huff of acknowledgement as the cat rubbed itself against her leg.

Komi dutifully organized her work materials before going to change into more comfortable clothes. She slipped into a comfortable old sweater and pyjama pants and left her suit in a pile on the ground. Being a CEO- or keeping up the charade of one- was exhausting. As many times as she had tried to explain to Tadano that just his being there was all she needed when she came home, he still insisted on doing as many chores as he could, as if afraid that she wouldn’t settle for anything besides the perfect partner. It was hard to complain, but she still felt a touch guilty.

Komi had no idea that this would be the evening that he proposed.

She walked out of the bedroom and found that he had set the table and waited next to a chair for her. She tried to take the opposite one, but he signaled with his hand for her to sit in the one he had pulled out. When she did, he pushed her a little closer to properly seat her, as if she were a proper lady and not half-asleep in her jammies.

“Thank you for the food,” she said. It was one phrase that came somewhat easily to her, especially as Tadano had taken to preparing dinner almost every night. Even on nights when he got home later than she, a meal awaited her in the slow cooker or something was wrapped up in the fridge with a note on top.

“I made it the way you like it,” he said. “It’s just simple fish and rice, so it’s not anything great, but I did make umeboshi!” He gestured to a favorite side dish of hers: pickled plums.

Komi reached across the table and stroked his hand with a milky-white finger. “It is wonderful. I’m happy.”

Her words- as rare as lightning strikes, but just as breathtaking- still could transform him from a confident man to a sputtering teenager again. He shot her a thumbs up, instantly regretted the action, and instead began to stuff his face with food. “So, uh,” he began, as if he had something important to say.

Instead, he asked: “you had your first meeting as CEO today, right?”

She gave a faint nod, parting her lips to blow softly on a spoonful of miso soup. He stared at her coral-pink lips, as transfixed now as he was the first time he laid eyes on them. She looked up and nearly spilled the soup on herself.

He took a deep breath. Focus, Tadano. “That must have been intimidating,” he said. “There must have been a lot of people all looking at you.”

Just thinking about it caused her to shudder. Yet, she didn’t look unhappy-- a sign that it had went well. He smiled. “See? I told you that you would do great,” he said.

Her features flushed pink. She raised a brow, looking at him expectantly.

“Oh, my day?” Tadano asked. He scratched his chin. “It was good. Today, that student-- remember the one I told you about, who was just like you?” Komi nodded. “I saw her join a group of girls eating lunch! Isn’t that fantastic?”

Komi nodded so enthusiastically that her hair whipped up and down and the cat tried to bat at it like a toy. She kicked the cat’s toy across the kitchen so that it would give them some peace.

“It’s great, Shouko,” he said-- and her heart skipped a beat hearing her name. “Just a short while ago, she spilled out her heart to me on the chalkboard about never having had a friend. But now she’s come to even communicate through Signed Japanese when she’s nonverbal! Another thing…”

Whenever Tadano discussed his students, he lost himself in a passion completely different than the one he had for her; he could talk for hours about hundreds of students, referring to each one by name. She listened to his flowing words about communication disorders and overcoming them, mesmerized equally by his words and watching him say them.

“... which would be a special place… maybe better than here. I- I’ll take your silence that you agree? That’s fine. It can wait. Right?” he was saying, as she focused again.

She tilted her head, too embarrassed to admit that she didn’t comprehend a word he just said.

“Ah, so you do want to go to our class reunion party? Yeah, it makes sense. A person as great as you would… want to talk about something important in an important setting,” Tadano said, quickly taking another bite of rice.

Komi froze. When had he asked about that? She stared down at her half-eaten food in shock, not daring to look up at him.

“It would be kind of a meaningful… place to go, right? Not for anything, just it would be!” he scrambled. “I mean, even Najimi is gonna be in town from her tour across Japan! And there are rumors that Yamai-san herself will be flying into the country for it! So I thought… maybe...”

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see them. They had all stayed in touch, more so than most high school friends did, even as they all walked different paths. Rather, Komi spent so much time in the public eye each day that her ideal way of relaxing was to spend an evening cuddling Tadano in a pile of blankets with a movie playing in the background-- not suddenly have to catch up with dozens and dozens of people at once.

“Oh, on top of the two of them being there, Manbagi-san will be repping her fashion line, so it might be kind of a huge event. Reporters are already covering it,” Tadano said, slurping down the last of his soup. Komi’s heart sank with every word. “But, well… it will be special, right? A-and it will just be the two of us, so it will be okay, right?”

A moment passed before she steeled herself took his hand, as if to say don’t let go of me the whole time.

He squeezed her hand, as if to reassure her that he wouldn’t dream of it.

IV.

The ring box weighed heavily in his pocket.

He carried it with him everywhere now, ever since he brought up ‘something important’ during dinner and was met with a blank stare. How stupid could he be? Trying to propose over a dinner of fish and rice? She was a CEO now, he had to remind himself, someone so high above his caliber that he was surprised when she snuggled into him as the little spoon each night.

Every time he took her out and thought about asking her, she simply gave him a look and he changed the subject. It would wait. The reunion was approaching fast. It would be like a fairy tale ending. He’d propose to her in the same place they fell in love.

Time crawled by. Tadano held a voluntary after-school tutoring session for his students. Komi stared down one of Japan’s most powerful CEOs during a business meeting until he began to wail like a baby. Such was life.

On the day of the reunion, they drove to their old high school. It wasn’t too far, and they could’ve easily taken a train like Tadano was accustomed to, but Komi had recently invested in a brand new, model-year luxury car. It was fast, silent, fuel-efficient, and she was too scared to drive it. People peered in the window expectantly at stop lights, disappointed to see some plain-faced teacher wearing an old polo shirt in the driver’s seat. They pulled up in the parking lot next to Yadano Makeru, driving the same car but a model year behind, and flinched as she suddenly slammed her forehead into the steering wheel out of frustration.

The setup was small, as expected of an average high school, with only- Tadano counted, as accurately as possible- a million reporters snapping as many photos as possible. A shoddily-painted ‘Welcome back’ banner hung above the front doors. Both inside the school and out sat dollar-store party decorations and folding tables that he assumed would eventually hold food or something. He didn’t know why he pictured it being a million-dollar gala event-- maybe just because he pictured Komi there. He put his hand in his pocket for the 50th time that hour to check that the ring box was still there.

Najimi completely overshadowed them all with their fancy cars, arriving in a pink limousine which stretched so far that Tadano couldn’t see both ends of it at the same time. After what seemed like an eternity, a valet sprinted down its length and opened a door for Japan’s fastest-rising idol (who couldn’t sing, or act, or dance), Najimi, who was also wearing an old polo shirt.

“Tadano-kun!” she said, immediately giving him a noogie. No matter how much she tried, his cowlick bent back to its original position. “It’s so great to see my childhood best friend again!”

“Who, me?” he said, as if she didn’t have him in a headlock.

“Yeah, dummy! Who else?”

“I thought everyone was your childhood best friend,” Tadano said, pulling himself free. “Although I guess you wore this shirt because you knew we’d match, right?”

“What? Oh, I always wear this,” Najimi said. As if she were a comet pulled in by another planet’s orbit, she circled Komi. “Komi-san! You look just the same!”

She looked over herself as if trying to discern if this were a compliment or not. “I think Shou-- Komi-san means to say you look well, too,” Tadano translated, tripping over her name.

“Heck yeah I do!” Najimi said-- humble as ever, Tadano thought. “They’re starting the Najimi Network soon! A whole channel just for me!” She gave a double thumbs up. “Can you believe the network TV executive dude was also a childhood bestie of mine?”

“What are you even famous for, again?” Tadano asked, point blank.

Najimi shrugged. “Uh, duh? I’m Osana Najimi? I’m famous!” she said, laughing, before skipping off to greet all of her other childhood best friends.

“What a character, huh-- Komi-san?” he asked, hesitating before choosing to be formal. She stood still as a statue. Whenever he tried to interpret what she must be thinking, he couldn’t see past the invisible wall that had erected between them.

Long nails like claws gripped into Komi’s shoulder. They weren’t sharp enough to break the skin, they left an impression. The hand had been sprayed in Crazy About Love perfume scent, the original of one Yamai Ren.

“Do you like this scent, Komi-san?” she said, without introduction. “None of the girls in my hostess clubs are as beautiful as you, but this scent that my scientists designed can almost elevate them to your level.”

“Hello to you too,” Tadano said.

“Hi!” Yamai said, injecting enough venom in her tone to kill a horse. “Have we met?”

He almost began to introduce himself again before realizing that she had already turned away from him. “It’s not important,” she said. Komi-san began to tremble under her touch. “Ah… I’m never going to wash this hand again… ahahaha…”

“Aren’t you married?” Tadano asked, flinching at the look she shot over Komi’s shoulder.

“Only kind of!” Yamai said. “I only see the old fart once every few years! It’s just a business relationship! I keep my body pure for you, Komi-sama! Aah--”

“You’re making a fool of yourself,” came another voice, “cease and desist at once.”

Tadano relaxed a little as Nakanaka approached-- this time without a murder of crows or the howling of a wolf, but with her editor in tow, a handsome otaku that Tadano thought he’d seen in class before.

Yamai’s eye twitched. “Or what? You’ll name a villain after me in your ecchi crap?”

“You imbecile. It’s called shounen and it’s art,” Nakanaka scoffed. Her editor nodded sagely. “While you waste your time with 3DPD, you Forbidden Vixen of the Lotus Wastes, I’ve surpassed 1000 volumes of my original series, Code Inuyasha Shippuden Fate Zero: Revengeance.”

Komi bowed slightly to Nakanaka, who also transformed from a successful adult mangaka to a blushing teenage chuunibyou. Nakanaka opened and closed her mouth like a fish, trying to communicate, instead backing up to appreciate her from afar.

“Can’t you just write it in, like, one or two books? Why the hell do you need that many?” Yamai asked, equally baffled as she was enraged. Komi pried herself free of her grip. The two other women had long since forgotten her.

“You understand nothing of storytelling! I bet your knowledge of narrative arcs is limited to your dirty imagination!” Nakanaka said, pointing like a lawyer in a famous video game. Yamai’s breath hitched-- got her.

“Hey, no fighting,” scolded Onemine. She walked hand-in-hand with Otori, in tow. Tadano still didn’t knew if they were dating or if they just lived together because Otori would get lost without her. “This is a reunion. Don’t act like brats.”

Nakanaka and Yamai looked at their feet in shame. Somewhere on the sidelines, Sukida Lily snapped a photo of the two to add to her irl_yuri subreddit. Onemine turned away from them all.

Komi flinched as someone began to acknowledge her like a human being again. “Yo, Komi-san. Hey, Tadano-kun,” she said, nodding at him as well. “I’m glad you both could make it!” she said. “You’re an item now, I hear?”

“Y-yeah, haha! Actually--” Tadano began, reaching into his pocket before being cut off.

“Ooooohhhhh? Kooooomiiii-ssaaaaan?” asked Otori. She looked at Onemine. “Who’s that again?”

“C’mon, you remember. The cat cafe?”

“Ooooooohhhh. I geeeeeet it.” Otori gave Komi an airy smile. “I have no ideeeaaaa who you aaaare~”

“W-well, regardless,” Tadano said, reaching again into his pocket. “Komi-san, I--”

Shrieking like a pack of velociraptors broke out. Manbagi arrived with an entire pack of ganguro models, all wearing several items of her fashion line each, and they couldn’t stop squealing seeing Komi-san who was so totally kyuut and omg, surrounding Komi like an animal in a zoo. Tadano made a move to rescue her but his voice was drowned out by Naruse standing up on the buffet table and announcing his presence, Komitani describing in detail each item of food that fell wasted on the ground, as Onigashima started yelling in rage that her roast chicken had dirt in it now.

In the confusion, two burly arms had grabbed Tadano around the chest from behind. “Don’t fuckin’ move.”

Tadano did better than that-- he stopped breathing completely, even his heartbeat nearly stopping, beads of cold sweat racing down his face. The man holding him spun him around and immediately began to shake him like a ragdoll. “Senpai! It’s me! I ran the whole way from my dojo!” Katai Makoto said. “I’ve strengthened both my muscles and my communication skills! I have a whole ‘nother friend now!”

“Th-that’s great,” Tadano said. Sure enough, Satou Amami ran up behind him wearing a martial arts uniform and a black belt. Tadano sputtered. “Satou-san?”

“Yep,” she said, waving her hand. “I didn’t think mixed martial arts would be my thing, but I just couldn’t say no when he asked me to enroll in his dojo, and here I am!” To punctuate her sentence, she delivered a devastating kick to a tree, knocking loose a metric ton of cherry blossom petals.

Ohai Shuki made her way up to Satou. “Hey, Satou-san, I was wondering if yours got any bigger too--” and she paused.

“Oh? My what?” Satou asked. She stretched, highlighting her rock-solid calves and six pack abs visible through the white of the dojo outfit.

“N-nevermind,” the girl said, backing away. “I-it’s n-nothing.’

“Wow! You told me that this would help me build confidence, Katai-kun! And now… well, I don’t need it!” Satou said.

“Yeah!” Katai said. He turned back to Tadano. “Tadano-kun! I hear you’re living with maste-- er, Komi-san now! Congratulations!”

“Th-thanks,” Tadano said. He had given up trying to get a word in edgewise.

“I’m sorry… if I may be so bold! Senpai!” Katai tightened his grip from ‘tight’ to ‘about to eviscerate the other man’s shoulders.’ “May I be your best man?”

“What?! I-- I, er--” Tadano said. He didn’t think the ring box was that noticable. He’d thought of Najimi being his best man, but then again, he wasn't sure if she counted; Najimi changed her gender presentation at least once per week, which often graced idol magazine headlines. "I... I haven’t proposed… yet..." he mumbled.

"Oh," Katai said, deflating a little. "That's fine! You should take your time, Tadano-kun! Marriage is an important step!"

"It... it is," Tadano said. To him, it felt like more of a leap. Some idiot like him? Marrying Shou-- no, Komi-san? The ring box was only a constant reminder of how pathetic he was. "What about you? How are you doing?" he quickly asked. In retrospect, he wasn't fully sure if their rapid-fire conversation had even included a 'how are you?'.

"Well-- Doing well-- Weally well--” Katai coughed. "What’s it to ya?"

"That's good!" Tadano said, smiling-- which only, to his dismay, made Katai more nervous. "Satou-san made it sound like you have a dojo?"

"Y-yeah! I do!" Katai said. "My very own dojo! Except I run it with my older sister. And it's in her name."

"Ah." He smiled again, rubbing the back of his head. The bleach was finally beginning to wear out of Katai's hair, all these years later, leaving him with a mixed-color look not unlike tire marks atop his head-- but also as if the van that had run him over had exploded. "Well, that is fantastic! Congratulations!"

"And you, Tadano-kun? Are you a rock star? Or a superhero?"

"No, no, I'm just a teacher," he admitted. Just a teacher, while in attendance was a high-end designer, a CEO, a lower-ranked executive (Yadano screamed finding she was lower-ranked than Komi), and whatever the hell Najimi was.

"That's even better!" Katai shouted, and he didn't seem to know why he had begun to shout either. "Superheroes and rock stars are only heroes to people from far away! But teachers are personal heroes to their children!"

"That's... really profound, Katai-kun. Thank you."

Flattered, Katai did what he did best, which was ramble on because of nerves. "I mean, a teacher changed my life, too. I remember how much I struggled in high school. I stayed late one day in a teacher's class to try and prepare myself for the test he had upcoming. To this day, that teacher's words still ring in my ears." He closed his eyes, as if lost in the moment. "He said, 'what the hell are you doing in my classroom?'"

"That's... great."

He had gotten so used to the noise that the first quiet moment of the reunion overwhelmed him. Naruse had gotten off the table-- rather, had been whacked off by Inaka with a broom- and Agari had helped her set the tables with food. Tadano wanted to interrupt their planning and ask about Agari's food reviewing business- something to give Katai the chance to breathe- but felt that the second he did, she would drop all the plates she carried out of anxiety. He tried to spot Komi in the crowd but couldn’t see her any better than someone could spot a planet with their bare eyes from earth. After all, that’s how it had always been-- Komi excelling, meteoric, with him trying to just keep her in his vision.

"We all haven't been able to get together much, huh?" Katai said. "It's kinda weird, seeing everyone back together."

"Yeah, it is," Tadano said. "It almost feels like we never left high school, huh?"

"I suppose so," Katai said. The pair continued to observe the chaos. Manbagi eventually freed Komi from the crowd of her fans/friends and they ran from table to table, picking out macarons to sample. Najimi was near-simultaneously reading manga with Nakanaka, helping Inaka cut vegetables for a hot pot, and posing with Naruse. Agari had spotted Komi and immediately dropped every plate in her arms, as predicted, and then ripped her tights trying to collect all the food. "It's nice, but at the same time, I don't miss high school."

"No?" Tadano said. "Why not?"

"As great as it was, it sucked too,” he said, poetically. “Now I’ve stopped sucking as much and become my true self, who hardly sucks at all.”

"Also… profound," Tadano said. "I agree with you, for the most part. I do feel more satisfied than ever. However..."

"However?"

"High school was great, wasn't it?" he said. "Because in it, I got to meet all of you. Especially you, Katai-kun--" the taller man's blush ran deep scarlet, "--and Komi-san.” And then it faded.

Katai scratched his chin awkwardly. "Yeah... you're right, Tadano-kun. I’m glad I sucked so much."

“Er… me, too.”

The two parted after some more light conversation, Tadano finding himself drifting through the crowd. Every approach toward Komi-san ended in futility; Agari spilled food on him, Yamai ‘accidentally’ held a knife a little close to his path; the three normies (one still dressed as a ninja) knocked him down in their mad dash from their carpool, whining about having gotten out of the office late.

Watching the carpool drive off, he could only think that he could’ve been the fourth person to pile out of the car. He had applied to start an internship with some average office while he was still in an average college. It just felt like the right thing for an average person like him to do. But the day he was scheduled to go in for an interview, Komi-san all but shoved a newspaper ad in his face looking for 'empathetic individuals' who would be interested in becoming teachers. She had circled and highlighted 'empathetic' just in case he might miss it. And then underlined it.

In his classroom, he was a superstar. The center of attention. The hero that Katai had imagined. But outside of it, he was nobody. No matter how full his briefcase was with cards from his kids, his most defining attribute would be the guy who was dating Komi-san. And while he might have been fine with that, was she?

A pang of insecurity to him was a match to dry grass. It wasn't too late, was it? Would she think it awkward or unnecessary if he proposed? Would she even want to stay with him? At home, when he had pictured proposing to Komi in front of everyone, he pictured them all applauding-- them all finally recognizing that they were together. Now he would have felt like some desperate weirdo, even if he was her boyfriend.

He had drifted all but to the edge of the parking lot as the hot pot started. He didn't feel hungry anymore. While everyone else had left school and soared, he had just stayed behind with chalk dust on his hands.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder.

He nearly jumped out of his skin only to find a student, Shizuka, standing with her kitty-face lunchbox clutched to her chest. "Ah, Shizuka-san?" he said. "What are you doing all the way out here?"

The girl pulled out the notebook that Tadano had given her and wrote, I'm walking to the store for my mom.

"That's quite responsible of you,” Tadano said. The corner store was right nearby- Najimi’s old haunt, buying pocketfuls of snacks to smuggle into class and either eating them all herself or selling them during class at inflated prices- and her house must have been in the suburbs nearby. He pointed to the girl’s lunchbox. “Did you have fun at lunch the other day? When you ate with those other girls?”

Shizuka wrote so hard that her pencil almost tore the paper. I had a lot of fun. And it’s all thanks to you, Tadano-sensei.

He, for a brief moment, felt like the sun was a little brighter. “The strength was in you the whole time. I just showed it to you.”

The girl lingered, starting to write a message and then erasing it several times. Her brows knit in concentration. Tadano felt as if he were witnessing the birth of the next great novel. Finally, she revealed her masterpiece: how are you?

“Me? I’m fine," he lied.

She scratched at the paper a little more. Sometimes when I don’t feel good, I like taking deep breaths and looking at the cherry blossoms.

He chuckled. Was it that obvious? “Sure. Let’s take some deep breaths,” he said, then let her lead him through it this time. Afterward, the duo listened to the hum of cars drive by, a sharp contrast to the cacophony coming from the school. Shizuka cast several nervous glances at it before turning her eyes back to Tadano.

I haven’t had the chance to give you this, she wrote. She handed Tadano his laundered and folded handkerchief. Tadano-sensei, thank you again. I know now that I can live with a communication disorder.

She bowed to him before heading toward the store. He stared at the handkerchief- plain white- for a long time before slipping it into his pocket atop the ring box.

He wasn't surprised when Komi clung to him like a koala when he returned to the festivities. Rather, he had become surprised at how much he counted on her doing just that, even holding his arms open for her.

Najimi had to leave first, claiming she was 'quadruple-booked' in several wildly different locations. Once Komi had stopped paying attention to her, Yamai had lost interest in the reunion as well. Onemine and Otori had gone off somewhere, perhaps to be by themselves-- or, more likely, Otori had gotten lost and Onemine had gone after her. And soon almost nobody was left to witness the proposal.

That didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. “Komi-san, I’ve been meaning to ask--”

"Tadano-kun! You gotta eat!" were the only words that he heard before Katai thrust a bowl full of hot pot delicacies into his hands. "You disappeared so suddenly! Did my words upset you?"

He smiled, only wavering when he realized that it was a serving bowl that was twice the size of anything he alone could eat. "No, the opposite. You've were right. I just needed to sit down and realize it," he said, as Komi picked out a bite of bok choy. "Thank you, Katai-kun."

“Really? A-aw, that’s… that’s great.” He grinned. “Let’s suck together, bro.”

Komi couldn’t stop giving him looks of confusion once he walked off.

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The car ride home was the first intimidating silence they’d had in a long time.

Every time one of them broached conversation, the other silenced them without meaning to-- a misinterpreted breath, a sudden wave of the hand. They drove as Komi-san and Tadano-kun, not Shouko and Hitohito.

“Sh--” he shot himself down before she could. “I mean, Komi-san. I’m sorry.”

She glanced at him in confusion. The words flooded out, now. “I thought I was the one who wanted to go back and see all of our class,” Tadano said. “And it was fun! But… I guess I got spoiled and forgot I really am just an ordinary person.” His hands gripped the wheel tighter. “I let all these stupid feelings of insecurity get away from me and so I let go of your hand and even walked away. I’m truly a stupid and uncaring romantic partner, and--”

The car swerved suddenly, but on an empty road, so he was able to right himself from the shock of Komi suddenly putting her hand atop his. “It’s I who is at fault,” she said, words not like lightning but like a cold stream, washing over him but not overwhelming him. “I should have been able to tell you I was uncomfortable. However, once we arrived, I wound up feeling as if I had not grown since we left class."

"You too?" Tadano said.

She struggled for a minute, patting inside her purse for a notepad, but realized Tadano couldn't read while she was driving anyway. She faltered, as if trying to decide if it could wait the 30 minutes until they got home, before realizing they couldn’t and taking a deep breath. "It was strange. I had begun to take it for granted, the ability to be by your side," she said. "I feel as if my growth has been intertwined with your own."

"Am I dragging you down?”

“I feel as if I may be doing just that to you.”

He blinked in surprise. Another silence washed over them. The cherry blossoms that had looked so beautiful in the day now just polluted the road, covered pot holes that left them jolting inside the car. "I wish--” he stammered. What did he wish? “... I wish I didn't let go of your hand.”

"I do as well."

If only there was a way that they could avoid having to part, while not having to actually remain glued to one another's side. Something that he could give her as a constant reminder of himself, his quiet encouragement. Something that wouldn't have to envelope her whole hand, like a glove, but perhaps on a finger.

Whereas remembering the ring box always told him he wasn’t good enough, the handkerchief in his pocket said: It will be okay. You aren’t alone.

New proposal scenarios overwhelmed him. He could take Komi to a fancy restaurant-- no, she would have to pay. He could take her out to some nostalgic location-- but they had just been to school, and that hadn't gone well. And then he missed their turn home, careening up a hill instead.

"Hitohito," Komi said. He always knew how to get home.

"I'm sorry!" he said, now caught up in the fact that she had used his given name. "I was caught up thinking about where to propose is all!"

He settled back into the silence, admiring the stars above as the hill reached closer to a 90 degree angle. The road had tapered off from 'nicely paved' to 'more dirt than concrete' in a hurry, so staunch was the divide between the city and the countryside. For a moment he wondered if Inaka's farm was somewhere nearby and holy mother of god he just proposed to Komi in her car after a class reunion.

When he dared to steal a glance, she was blushing beet red. If she had been as calm and composed as a stream, all the water had suddenly evaporated from the overwhelming heat from her face.

He had just begun to think of a way to write it off as a joke when she said: "Pull over."

He did, car bumping as he pulled into a patch of grass. The stars twinkling above laughed at him. What in the world had he been thinking? How could he just say that? How unromantic could he be?

"Tadano-kun-- er." She managed to look him in the eye. "Hitohito."

"Sh-sh-shouko?"

"I have wanted you to propose to me for over a year."

The words hit him like a hammer to a gong, leaving his ears ringing. Every time she glanced into a wedding dress store or admired diamond rings in a magazine ad, he thought he was just having wishful thinking. It had only seemed like a matter of time until Komi realized that, while he had helped her launch like a rocket, she was now among the stars while he was stuck down in the dirt.

"I was..." she tried to collect herself. She hadn't said so many words consecutively in a long time. "It overwhelmed me to think about the scenario. Would you take me to a restaurant to propose? Or would you do it in front of a crowd?" she said. "I begun to feel anxious every date."

"I thought you were realizing that you didn't want to be with me," he admitted.

"I could never think anything of the sort!" Komi insisted. "Tadan-- Hito-- Hitohito!" her voice came out a squeak, cuter than anything Tadano had ever heard. "I'm just... I am so happy that you asked me to marry you here."

"Just in the car?" he chuckled. A boring proposal for a boring person.

"Yes-- and no. I am happy you asked me so naturally, as if loving me is something always on your mind," she said. "I am happy you asked me not during a huge display, but during the types of moments I want to have with you for the rest of my life, going into the future with you."

The rest of my life. The words played again and again like a looping melody in his mind.

"So... and I... I mean..." she said. While the words came naturally a moment ago, now they fought her every step of the way.

A sequence of events happened. Tadano almost forgot to put the car in park and it rolled backwards before he slammed the gear shift forward, causing them both to lurch. He fumbled with his seatbelt, trying to hit the button with shaking fingers. He pulled the ring box out of his pocket and opened it, the diamond catching the light of the stars.

He fumbled for a minute thinking of how to ‘officially’ ask before deciding, ultimately, that he didn’t need to. She held out her hand and he slipped the ring on her finger. And then he leaned over, cupping Komi's face with a hand, and kissed her in a way that said everything they possibly could.

#komi-san wa komyushou desu #komi-san can't communicate #komi-san #tadano hitohito #komi shouko #fanfic #tadano x komi #i dont actually know if there are other fics yet?#i made the tag in ao3 i think?

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bandomgay · 5 years

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My brain to yours pt.1 b.u

Tw: blood,gore,self harm,violence,hallucinations,slight mention of an ed

Au: hey babes this is gonna be my 5th time trying to post this and i want death so bad...however if there is any confusing things or typos or things seem to quickly paced im sorry thats just my brain babey! Enjoy...i guess

Word count: 1,894

It all started when he was about 6 years old, he never spoke ever,not that he couldn't he just wouldn't, his parents were worried about his development,however nothing was ‘wrong', he had a quite developed thinking process for a child, but it wasn't a good one for his age nor was it a normal one,no child should be so terrified of talking to people and being thought lesser of as his voice shook violently while trying to say the easiest of sentences.

he understood people to early into his young life ,he got the memo that everything was too stupid and too hard to understand so he gave up . his mother took him back and forth to hospitals and child psychologists ,his mother scared for what was to come of him could this weirdness she didn't even have a name or diagnosis for develop into something more as he grew? She thought, would he be normal? Would he be like the other children who laughed and giggled at the littlest of things? Would he be happy like them? She had decided to push her concerns into the back of head deciding that maybe he was just awkward it's okay to not fit in hes a fucking 6 year old boy maybe it's not that deep.

he was now in the 3rd grade now and teachers became more and more loud and responsive with their problems, he thought maybe whatever bad stuff they had going on at home they just needed to vent threw aggressiveness and shaking hands and restless mornings,but however it was their screams he didn't care for, he looked them in the eye wondering what he had done wrong, however he didn't care enough to continually think about it, but he realized slowly that couldn't feel anything like the red faced teacher did, he’d envy the poor mannered teachers feelings if he could, just how they could get so angry and fed up with kids who were disgusting and vile and how he never felt that…... he never felt anything at all .Now he was in the 5th grade he had to repeat the 4th grade due to staggeringly low grades and his failed attempts at homework he never seemed to have remembered. Things were getting hard to remember, so hard to remember what the teacher had said in the classroom that seemed to fade away after he was picked up by his mom and the sheer silence of the drive home and his mothers sneaking looks into the mirror with furrowed eyebrows at her son who never told her how his day went.

In school it was just so easy just to drift off in the land of dark swirls and dark worlds filled with make believe that he couldn't separate from the real world that never seemed to go away and darkness he felt comfort in his head till he heard nothing but the disgusting laugh of a teacher who had looked as if she wanted to deck him in the face ( he imagined about 3 different scenarios of how that actually could have occured, he held back a giggle and a sly smirk) as she snapped her wrinkled hands in his face “earth to brendon” he heard the aged feminine voice laced with anger repeat twice but he had failed to tune into the first reminder he was too dissociated to notice, he came too but didn't understand her reasonings of not just leaving him alone and let him rot and break free and he soon heard the fits of laughter coming from children he knew he was too weak to stop.

he wanted to do terrible things to everyone in that very room including himself, a dark desire he couldn't contain from his mind but he never followed through with these type of thoughts. he could never seemed control them he thought of them like messages being sent from an unknown source in the back of his head that had an invisible connection to someone he could see but nobody else could he dared himself if he could just pull at the cord in his head he wouldn't have those those thoughts, the figure never showed up in the same form it could be the shadows of dirty rain water coming from outside showing like a projection on the dingy beat up wall rising above him to claim a mental dominance , or the rotten stain of mold on the bathroom floor that now seemed to have a charming glow yet secretive smile or the bag of dirty clothes that sat high up on its rounded edges now smiled at him and watched him threw the night .

now it was the 7th grade and things had went to shit,it was already shit but it had gotten no better, fits of depression had left him wanting to call a hitman on himself and letting himself be cut open so all the organs in his body to be shot out of him or rip his jaw and everything behind it out of his body but he was too fatigued to think about it anymore his brain seemed to have stopped working back in the 6th grade, he could never think clearly a heavy fog on his brain he could never do much for himself he found the most simple of things he couldn't do, he couldn't pay attention, he felt dizzy at random times becoming feverish and not thinking about why because he couldn't think he thought process lessen and lessened with every passing day until all there were was thoughts of gore and death,sadness and the never ending thought of killing anyone or anything that had managed to make him want death even more.

he just continued to fade in and out of reality staring into the wall for to long or unknowingly staring at the couple of people who he thought was calling him pathetic and worthless with the contradictory voice telling him he's so much better than the disgusting people he saw and that they didn't deserve to smile they don't deserve happiness even though they’d never even spoken a word to him, they were never mean to him. he started pinching,stabbing,pulling at his hair,clawing at himself hard trying to see if he could care that he'd just hurt himself he continued to hurt himself hoping somewhere in the back of his mind he start to feel things, to show him he's real everyone sees him, but his inner self knew what he was doing he wasn't just trying to see if he was a real person he was punishing himself because he couldn't do what the rest of the real kids could do he couldnt plop himeself in a hard metal chair and take a test without thinking about what a disgusting person he was, without hearing them say he wasn't shit that his brain is mush that he couldn't understand the easy directions how he could get so angry and mad without hesitation how he could imagine killing his parents im cold blood… he stomped on his own foot,why is he thinking about this why is he thinking about this why, they creeped back up on him showing him images of his brother and sisters dead and gutted his parents choking on blood and vomit pale and dying, he hated himself for thinking these things,but if it was possible for him to be completely honest with himself he didn't care if they had died or not he just didn't have the ability to care.

He couldn't look people in the face without seeing these images of grewling faces pushed together in piles of pink and red flesh crawling into each others organs which looked rotten and distorted, why was he seeing this things these disgusting things these things… he wouldn't admit to himself that everytime he looked in the mirror he tried not to vomit he tried to hard, he bashed in the mirror bloodlying his hand, his hiss echoing in the empty bathroom he couldn't go to the nurse he couldn't look her in the eye and see her like that, besides he was on the first floor and he was too weak to go all the way to the fourth floor he knew he would pass out, he felt something pooling in his stomach it was anxiety he felt the cramping in his stomach and the salivating in his dry mouth, he vomited into the sink, he hasn't eaten anything in about 3 weeks so the pain of dry heaving for almost half in hour into the sink made him dizzy and ultimately pass out. he had now awoken to bright lights that made him nauseous and whimper, he was in the hospital again. he tried so hard not look the nurses and doctors in the eye and seeing horrific images in his mind of them dead, rotten maggot filled and bloody be he regained his ability to see the normally after a while.

“Brendon honey…” his mommy's voice was there “mommy...hi mommy” he said in a broken whisper. She had realized he never calls her mommy unless something's wrong he wasn't aware that he was, he turned to the right finding an iv carefully placed into in scarily pale arm “honey...they found you in the bathroom your hand was cut up...you where passed out what...t?” she silenced herself for a moment seconds later starting up again. “They found you in the bathroom..the mirror was broken and your hand was cut pretty deep and passed out” he mouth trembled a bit, she moved his sweaty bangs out of his forehead, he felt wetness on his skin his own uniform shirt clinging to his skin he was sweating.

He didn't feel real he didn't respond properly to what she had said he only looked away.. And said “dizzy….everything hurts…” he was so surprised he felt something but if feeling was like this he didn't want it. “I d..don't wanna feel like this..can you make it stop mommy please?!” Nani was absolutely terrified she'd never been so scared for her little boy, “its gonna be okay,sweetie...i swear..to god i swear…” in this moment if she was honest she didn't believe there was a god, no god would do this to her son, she turned around after hearing the door and hard footsteps.

“Hello ms. Urie im dr. Yakima, i will be assisting and diagnosing your son” she nodded softly wanting her son to be okay. “Hey son,open your eyes for me,i'm here to help” brendon heard a much more distorted version of what the doctor had said than nani did, but then again he was fading in and out. He handed her pills and said firmly “these are anti-nausea and pain killers i'm gonna give these to him and he will feel much much better i promise..” He was right it with his cocked up eyebrow and charming smile that sparkled with calmness and reassurance that worked its way into nani. the medication worked but not instantly. “Sit up honey..” She said softly, he followed what she said slowly with a wrecked groan and intense muscle pain however there was no rush.

#brendon urie #panic! at the disco #patd #*****mine #brendon urie imagine

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evilkennedy · 6 years

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amortentia

pairing: newt scamander x slytherin!reader

summary: newt and reader had to brew amortentia for potions class. each of their potions smelled like the other.

requested: “Can I request 30.“I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!” “And I’m trying to subtly avoid it” with Newt x Slytherin Reader? Pretty Please? 💕” - @rosiersgirl

warnings: mature language? a lil angst

Potions class is your absolute favorite. You are so good at it and the professor loves you, so obviously when it is time for that class you become ecstatic. Another reason to enjoy that class as much as you do, is Newton Scamander. He is your hufflepuff best friend and you have this class with him.

You’re currently making your way to the hufflepuff common room from your common room. You always walk with Newt to potions. You really enjoyed his company. Maybe a little too much. As you reached his common room, you patiently waited on the wall for Newt to come out.

You were staring at the paintings on the wall as you heard Newt’s gentle voice. “Good morning, love.” He smiled at you and then linked your arms together. You began making your way to the potions classroom.

“Good morning, salamander.” You smirked over at Newt as he nudged you.

“Hey don’t call me that!” He fake pouted at you as you looked forward again. Damn that pout.

“Come on, I know you love it.” You winked at Newt and he blushed. You heard him mumble something under his breath as you reached the potions classroom.

“I only like it when you call me that.”

You decided to act like you didn’t hear that and walked into the classroom, unlinking arms with Newt. You both separate and make your way to your table. You sit down and wait for your teacher to begin.

Sure you enjoyed this class but you still zoned out. That’s what you’re doing right now. You have your lips on the end of your quill and you’re staring off into space until your professor says your name.

“Alright, we’ve been talking about this potion all lesson and now we’re going to make it. What potion would that be, Mrs./Mr. L/n?”

You snap immediately out of it and blush realizing everyone (including Newt) is looking at you. “Oh, um, I’m sorry professor, but I didn’t catch your question.”

Sighing, the professor speaks again. “Amortentia. We will be making Amortentia today. You may work with a partner. Begin.”

You look at Newt from across the room. He’s looking back at you and he smiles. You wave him over to your table, so you don’t have to work with anyone else.

“Okay, Newt. I think we are done. We have to write down what we smell.” You blushed knowing exactly what you were going to smell.

Newt blushed. “D-Do I have to g-go first?”

You rubbed the back of your neck. “No, I guess not. I’ll go first.”

You leaned your head slightly over the caldron of pearly liquid. You parted your lips slightly and spoke softly. “I-I smell uh (f/s) and (f/s).” You paused. You can’t say the last one. It definitely smells like Newt. What if this ruined your friendship? Newt was all you had.

“I can’t do this.” You teared up and started shaking. You raised your hand.

“Professor, may I step out for a moment?” Once the professor nodded their head, you were out in a spilt second. You barely noticed Newt looking at you with concern. You sit down on the wall outside, and put your head in your knees. Merlin, why did you have to have feelings? You felt nauseous. All you could think of was him. Newt, Newt, Newt. Damnit.

After a short while of sitting alone with your thoughts, you heard footsteps come near you. “Hey, Y/n are you alright?” You snap your head up towards the voice you know all too well.

You sigh and look back at the ground. “Yes Newt, I’m fine. Go back to class.” You hear him sit next to you.

“You’re not fine. What is bothering you?” You stand up, still not looking toward Newt.

“I said, It was nothing! I’m fucking fine, okay?” You start to walk away. You hear Newt quickly scramble up behind you. He grabs your hand and completely turns you around.

“I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!” Newt is tearing up himself. He hates to see you like this.

You laugh, unhumorously. “And I’m trying to avoid it. I just, I can’t do this, Newt.” You try to turn away but Newt grips your hand a bit tighter. Still looking away from him, you hear him speak.

“What? Did you smell your ex or something? Or nothing at all? What is it? You’re my best frien-“ You cut him off.

“That’s just It, Newt! That’s it right fucking there. I’m you’re best friend. I can’t do anything that’ll ruin what we have.” At this point, everything you were attempting to hold back, came flooding out. You began sobbing and fell to the ground. Newt immediately got to his knees and wrapped his arms around you.

“Listen to me. No matter what you think can change our friendship, it can’t. I will always be here, Y/n. I always have, and I always will. You could tell me you killed someone and I’d still be here for you.” At the last part, you laughed genuinely. Newt smiled at you. “See that’s what I want to see. I want to see that glowing, radiant smile. It’s all I ever want to see.”

You smiled and took a deep breath. Should I tell him? Would it ruin everything? Here goes nothing I guess. “Newt?”

He wiped a stray tear falling down your face.

“Yes, love?”

“It smelled like you. It’s always been you.”

Newt smiled. “Y/n?”

You bit your lip. “Yeah?”

Newt put his hand on your cheek. “It smelled like you too.”

Newt looked down at your lips and back up at your eyes as if asking for permission. You smiled and nodded yes. Newt slowly moved his hand from your cheek to your neck and pulled you in closer. His lips gently connected with yours and you immediately melted into his loving touch.

Your hands went up to wrap around his neck and deepen the kiss. His hands moved down to your hips and nearly pulled you into his lap. Before the kiss could get too heated, you pulled away and put your forehead onto his. “You’re a pretty good kisser, Salamander.” You smirked as he groaned and pulled away.

“Way to ruin the moment.” You rolled your eyes playfully as Newt reached down to help you up. Once you were up, the two of you never released hands.

“Like I said before, you love it.” You winked at him as you both began to walk back to class.

A/n: I am such a shit writer but I hope you all like this? maybe a little?

#eddie redmayne #fantastic beasts 2 #fantastic beasts and where to find them #harry potter #newt scamander #imagines #newt scamander x reader #hogwarts #fluffy #drabbles #angst

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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It’s my mistake to make Chapter 1

This is my first Craquaria fic I have actually dared to show other people than my friends and English isn’t my first language so don’t be to hard on me. I just write this for fun but if you like it, please give me some love :)

You can find the fic on AO3 to with the same username as here on TUMBLR.

Aquaria had never really paid attention to what the teachers said during class, but she had always aced every test. She was a top student and her friends envied her abilities. She was one of the absolute popular girls at school as well, but was still humble and didn’t have a bitchy attitude like many other students had. That reason alone was probably why people liked her so much.

But one day her whole world turned upside down.

It was during their English class that one of Aquarias best friends, named Blair, noticed that the blonde girls attention wasn’t focused outside the window, as it usually was. No. This time Aquarias eyes were focused on the new teacher, Ms Brianna.

Blair smirked at the sight, but didn’t really blame Aquaria for checking out their new teacher though, because she was truly beautiful. Even Blair thought so, despite that she wasn’t gay as Aquaria.

Ms Brianna had to be in her mid thirties. She was wearing a pink dress that showed off her curves perfectly. Her hair was blonde and curly and her beaming smile alone could lit up the room.

Blair made a mental note to talk to Aquaria about this after class, but as for now, she watched with amusement how her otherwise stone cold friend seemed to have trouble to control herself.

******

“So Aqua, what on earth was all that about before, hm? “ Blair asked with a mischievous smile on her lips. Aquaria just gave her a confused look before she took a big bite of her sandwich.

She had absolutely no damn idea what Blair was actually talking about, but then again, she hardly never did. Aquaria loved her best friend to death, but she was a bit… different and compared to her, Aquaria felt almost, well, normal in a way. Blair could bring up random things that they had talked about months ago, just like that, so it was hard to keep up with her sometimes. So hanging out with her was never dull and boring, that was for sure.

“And yet again, I don’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about, girl” Aquaria chuckled.

“You were totally checking Ms Brianna out earlier, weren’t you? “ Blair quickly shot back, leaving Aquaria not only speechless but also breathless. She hadn’t expected such a quick reply and her mind went completely blank.

She opened her mouth but quickly closed it as she told herself to not give Blair a answer that she craved. instead aquaria closed her eyes and imagined the beautiful teacher in front of her.

Aquaria was sitting by the table in the classroom again, and they were completely alone, and you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Ms Brianna was leaning over the table Aquaria was sitting by. She was smirking at her, licking her lips. Aquaria licked her lips as well, and swallowed hard as Brianna leaned closer to her, putting her hands over hers. The cleavage on her dress was low cut and Aquaria just wanted to press her lips to that naked skin. Their eyes met and…

Suddenly Aquaria snapped her eyes open, as she felt how she got drenched in water.

“What the actual fuck! “ she snapped, not really sure about what made her most angry. Getting water thrown at her or having her daydream interrupted.

“You kinda disappeared into your own world there for a minute Aqua. and it kinda looked like you needed a cool down” Blair said with a shrug, and Aquaria huffed, then stood to her feet. She was way too angry to stay here and she knew she desperately needed to check her makeup.

Rounding the first corner, Aquaria was already lost in her own mind again, not really paying attention to where she was actually going.. Not until she actually walked straight into someone and shortly after, she heard a laugh that made her knees weak.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there”

And there she was. Beautiful Ms Brianna.

Aquarias throat became dry in an instant and she also lost her ability to speak. It wasn’t like she was a good speaker to begin with, but this had to be the worst situation she’d ever experienced. She couldn’t even form the simplest of words and it caused her body to shut down completely and it grew to a full blown panic attack.

“Sweetie, you’re as pale as a ghost. Let me help you”

*****

The next time Aquaria opened her eyes, she quickly realized she wasn’t in the bathroom as she had intended to be, or in the corridor and she wasn’t at home either. So where the fuck was she?

She sat up, and looked around to see if she recognized her surroundings, but she didn’t. She could only assume that she was still at school, because this had to someone’s office. Right? The wall paint looked somewhat familiar at least.

But who the hell would bring her into their office?! That didn’t make any damn sense!

“Oh you’re finally awake“ a voice suddenly said and Aquarias head snapped into the direction of the voice. Ms Brianna.

The sight made Aquaria smile like a goofy teenage girl.

“Ehm.. I… Eh… hi… Why.. Why am I here?“

Aquaria knew she stumbled and fumbled like an idiot with her words right now, but she was at least able to speak, which was a whole lot better than earlier.Good God, get a grip girl..

“you passed out before, sweetie so I brought you in here, so I could keep an eye on you.” Brianna explained and Aquaria couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she was, simply standing there in the doorway. It was mesmerizing.

Aquarias felt embarrassed, but also intrigued. Why did this woman care so much for her to begin with, a random student she’d just met?

“Ehm, thanks.. I ehm.. I guess I should go then” Aquaria mumbled but as soon as she stood to her feet, she fell straight backwards again. She groaned, because she should know by now her body behaved after a panic attack.

She became dizzy, light headed, nauseous and always had to call her mom to get picked up, but that wasn’t a option at the moment. Her mom was away for a whole month now for some work stuff, so Aquaria had to take care of herself. Then again.. That was something she should be used to as well.

“Do you want me to call your mother, Aquaria? “ Brianna asked as she sat down next to her and gently stroke her arm, in an a effort to sooth her. The young girl felt her heart in her throat and it felt the room closed in on her. How could a woman she just met make her body react like this?!

It wasn’t like Aquaria hadn’t felt attracted to someone before, because God knew she had, but she had never felt like this before. So that alone scared the Shit out of her. She had never had a girlfriend, only one night stands. Intimacy was unknown territory to Aquaria and she would never let someone control her. She was always the one in charge.

Not now though. Now it was the complete opposite and the situation was already weird as it was… Aquaria just wished she could run away, like she always did when life became to hard for her to handle but she was frozen to the couch since her body didn’t cooperate.

“well.. You can’t because…, mom’s away for some work stuff.. So“ Aquaria finally managed to reply, and reductanly met Briannas kind eyes. Her heart started to beat like crazy once again and her mouth became dry. What is going on with me? She’s not even doing anything to me… yet my body behaves likes she’s naked or something…

“Do you have any other relatives I could call then, sweetie? A father perhaps? “ the question was asked with nothing but kindness and the young girl knew it. It didn’t matter though because it still rubbed Aquaria the wrong way. So she pulled back, even if she quickly missed the warm touch from Brianna.

Aquaria pulled up her legs to her chin, and curled into a ball, as the thought about the asshole she once had called her father, entered Aquarias mind.

She didn’t remember how he looked anymore but she didn’t care. He didn’t even deserve to be a thought in her damn head to be begin with. But even if the young girl didn’t remember how his face looked anymore, she still remembered things about him… things she wished she would forget..

For example, she still remembered his abuse and his alcohol drenched breathe. Aquaria had always struggled with low self esteem and anxiety, and that asshole had only made matters worse. He had tried to beat some sense into her, and it had begun already when she had been a small kid.

“Sweetheart, did I say something wrong? If so, I’m terribly sorry “ Brianna said carefully, and her voice brought Aquaria back to the present. She shrugged at her when noticed the small sadness stinging in Briannas voice. And it made Aquaria feel terrible.

“No, I.. I only have my mom is all. “ Aquaria replied with a shaking voice, then added “My dad isn’t in the picture anymore.. “

“I see.. “ the older woman replied, with a timid and careful smile. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t snoop but is there any special reason to why your father’s not around anymore? “

Had it been anyone else asking that particular question, Aquaria would have snapped and completely lost her damn mind, but not now.

“My mom… She.. Ehm.. She… She kicked him out because he was well.. Abusive”

As soon as the words had left the tip of her tongue, Brianna pulled the young girl into a tight hug. Aquaria usually didn’t like psychological contact like this but once again, she felt relaxed with this woman.. It almost felt like home in some fucked way? She didn’t know how to put words on how her body reacted to Brianna. There was something with her that Aquaria couldn’t put her finger on…

Please… never let me go.. The young girl thought to herself as a feeling of calmness washed over her. Otherwise it was only Xanax that made her relax like this.

****

Later that night, Aquaria was sitting outside on her balcony with music blasting on max volume from inside of the house. She lip synced to the song and imagined in her head all the different dance moves she would use to this particular song. She tapped her fingers against the balcony rail and felt the Rhythm swirl around in her whole body, even if she was way too tired to actually dance right now..

Her brain was mush, because of the stupid pills she’d been forced to take earlier to keep her nerves under control. Sure, they were supposed to relax her and they sure did their job, but they also left her feeling like a zombie, even days after she’d taken them.

Aquaria let out a sigh, before she pulled up her phone from her pocket. She hadn’t even called her mother like she always did today, and seeing all the unread messages only made her annoyed.

Everyone from school was of course curious about where she’d disappeared after lunch, but mostly, they were curious about her so called fling with Ms Brianna. Of course Blair hadn’t been able to keep her stupid mouth shut, but then again, why was she even surprised? Blair never managed to.

Aquaria didn’t reply to any of her messages tough. She only glanced at them, telling herself she could save her energy for the integration tomorrow instead. She quickly went through her Instagram feed, before she decided to check her Facebook when she wondered if Ms Brianna had a Facebook account.

Bingo Aquaria smirked to herself when she actually found Brianna on there. She clicked on her profile picture and she couldn’t help but download it to her phone. Aquaria made sure it was saved to one her private albums tough. It wouldn’t be to her advantage if one of her friends found that picture on there so. Or her mother for that matter! Girl you’re smart.. At least once in a while she thought to herself.

Brianna looked unclockable in every picture and her smile was out of this world. and her eyes! My God.. Her eyes had to be the most beautiful Aquaria had ever seen.

But something just didn’t add up though. Why didn’t Brianna have a family? There had to be some kind of explanation for that and Aquaria knew exactly who she could call.

“Girl! You’re alive! “ Monet said, probably with a smirk painted on her face.

“Yep, I’m alive and I desperately need your stalker skills before I go crazy so, wanna help a girl out? “ Aquaria asked, then lit a cigarette. She wasn’t a regular smoker but she took one once in a while to ease her nerves.

“You’re smoking Aqua. Am I making you that nervous hm? “ Monet chuckled. “Really, queen? “

“ugh, don’t make fun off me, okay? I don’t have the energy to bite back so can you just leave the bickering to tomorrow and just help me out? “

Monet laughed.

“yeah yeah. calm down sis… you know I’m only messing with you“

“yeah yeah” Aquaria sighed. “I desperately need to know the background story of a certain blonde teacher… and I don’t think I have to tell you who it is, now do l?”

“huh.. here I thought Blair was just speaking Shit as always… but I guess she actually spoke the truth this time around. Who would have thought that?” Monet said, more to herself than to Aquaria as she began to tap the computers keyboard.

An awkward silence surrounded them for a couple of minutes and it almost drove Aquaria insane. So when Monet finally spoke up, she let out a big breath of relief.

“Brianna comes from a deeply religious family. A Jewish one to be exact.. Anyway, she was shun from her family when she came out at the age of 15, and have taken care of herself ever since. She’s had some girlfriends over the years but nothing long term.” Monet said and Aquaria smiled when she heard Brianna was into women, but her heart broke when she heard she had been thrown out because of it. She was broken, just like Aquaria was. Maybe the was the reason she felt so connected with her?

“Thanks sis. I would be lost without you”

“You’re welcome, and I won’t bombard you with questions because I’ll leave that to Asia and Kameron tomorrow, but I have to ask you this though… what on earth can be so special with this woman? I mean… she’s almost old enough to be your mom! And well, I dork want to be the one but.. She’s your teacher Aqua.… “

Aquaria sighed and lit yet another cigarette. She didn’t even know what to reply, because her mind went blank. She knew she was on thin ice already but she couldn’t help herself.

“Sorry to let you down but.. I don’t have a answer to that question Monet “

“It’s okay. But you better come up with some bulletproof answers for school tomorrow or else the girls are gonna eat you alive. And don’t make any stupid mistakes.. “

“well, if I do, it’s my mistake to make, isn’t it? “

#craquaria #angst #au #lesbian au #fluff #smut #tw self harm #broken families #tw low self esteem #rpdr fanfiction #high school au #student/teacher #aquaria #miz cracker #blair st clair #s10

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before the storm (bnha x reader) 4

Pure Imagination

It wasn't till the late hours of the night did Aizawa and ____ finally went to bed, they were talking about the plan trip tomorrow (or the morning) and what to do in an emergency, example: if ____ not feeling comfortable in any situations tomorrow, she can back out, if she feels just overwhelmed, she can walk outside for bit to cool down. Although what they truly were talking about was Aizawa class. 1-A, a class of hyperactive teens in training, ___ was very interested, even before she became a Shut-in, she never had much interaction with her age group, not only that many of them are social and very open, not like ____, a more quiet, reserved person. Though there is some similar teens like her in that class, she still finds it interesting to have any connection of being outside! Aizawa was relieved that she didn't ask many questions of Kirishima, either she didn't recognize her feelings (he doesn't either or that's what he tells himself) or she realize it would be awkward for both of them to ask such direct questions about a person.

The next morning the messy (h/c) head lazyly walk down the white staircase, passing the living room towards her father. “Morning dad” she spoke tiredly, stretching out a yawn.

Aizawa in the kitchen, cooking them both breakfast, he mutters out a morning. ____ ending up behind Aizawa before plopping her head onto his back, aizawa growls in annoyance. “I'm trying to cook your food, get off” she pouts, unwillingly removes herself from him, moving towards the table that's across the kitchen pass the pasty white counters. “Hey you should get ready before you crash on the table” ___ looks at her father with droopy eyes, confused for a solid minute.

…..

then her eyes grow! she runs towards the stair screaming “HOLY SHIT BALLS, I FORGOT!” “HEY NO SWEARING” Aizawa yells at the girl as he continued to cook the bacon, “with the amount of anxiety you have, i’m surprise you can forget something like that”

“i try not to think about that fact too much”

Aizawa jumps, almost dropping the bacon on the floor, he quickly place the pan on the stove before turning it off. “Shit that was close” he whisper “yeah no shit” Aizawa scowl at the girl before smacking her upside the head “ah!”

“don't startle me like that and how did you change so fast?”

“I’m a fast man with fast hands”

Aizawa signs deeply, “go set up the table fast man and don't do that again” ___ smile and walks away. She grabs her father coffee and her drink, placing them on the table then get some toast. Her father walks in with their food and places them on the table, they gave their thanks and finally devoured their food.

Aizawa and ____ make it to the school gate, events of the previous day flash in ___ mind, the embarrassment she fell for what she did where unbearable for her, she grabbed the stings of her bright yellow hat Aizawa saw this, pat's her back for comfort “you’re going to be fine”

they start to walk in and ___ can feel her stomach turn.

“Can I stay in the teachers Lounge till we have to go?” She looks at her father with puppy dog eyes, pulling at Aizawa heart strings.

“... No, I won't have enough time to pick you up to head for the bus.” ____ life flashes before her eyes. She realizes she has to be in the classroom with other people! she hasn't even mentally prepared herself for this. “… you can stay out the class room if you like”

“that...works, let me” she breathes deeply “let me prepared myself”.

Aizawa looks down at the girl, she more small then before. “Alright” they in the teachers lounge now, a few teachers are scattered around. Aizawa turns to ____, his hands in his pockets “I have to do something quick, you're ok being here?” she nods her head “alright, be good, don't do anything stupid” she pouts “my desk is over there” he points at a fairly messy desk “see you in a bit” he finish it off with a rub to her head she smiles and laughs.

As Aizawa leaves, ____ yells out, “seen you later dad! I love you” the teacher Lounge is suddenly filled with “awww” and snicker at the two, Aizawa waves with his back turn away from her, muttering a small “ugh love you too” 'she did that on purpose…’ he thought irritated with a small blush.

The smile on the girl face don't fade as she walks to her father desk, spoke with the teachers, a “greetings” and “how are you?” as well as “where have you been?”. ___ recognizes a lot of the teachers at the school, most she will consider family as they've been with her since she came 5 years, she calls most of them uncles and aunties. The teachers go back to their work, as ___ turns towards the desk, she looks around, her curiosity comes to her again. She looks through the papers, the folders and the drawers, found a cute photo of herself and someone else, an old drawing. She opened the last drawer to be in awe as she spots her father bright yellow goggles. He….’HE HAS A LOT’ the drawer was just fill with vibrant yellow goggles! ____ reaches out to hold one of the goggles, she thinks for a second, then puts one of the goggles in her pocket and closing the drawer.

“____ let's go!” ___ jumps, they stands up to see her father at the door “o-oh! Ok!”. She runs to her father, standing next to him as she pat's her pocket.

____has change into their 'hero’ outfit, it's more for training, but it does have a hero vide. (The arms MUST be cover all the way to her hands, you guys can make up the outfit but that's all it needs) ___ was standing next to the classroom, hearing the chatters and laughter of class 1-A. She felt a bit of jealousy peak out.

“for today's hero basic training, it turn into a class with three instructors.”

She can hear her father speak to a now silent classroom, she lowered her head 'what do I say? My name right? No! I have to apologize first! Wait is that weird? Ugh! I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do’.

Panic flows through her, like it was a routine, it has to happen.

'but not today, please. I need to calm down’ she not a lose cost.

She suddenly jumped, she realizes that she's hearing chairs and chatters from the classroom, her father was done explaining and now their getting ready, meaning their coming, meaning their coming out and are going to see her. She leans her back on the wall, placing her right hand over heart, breathing slowly.

'Hello, my name's ____. Hello, my name's ____. Hello, my name's ____.’ she repeats over her head, visibly shaking like a Chihuahua. Aizawa walks out to witness pure terror in a 14 year old. He pat's her back and pulls her forward as she continues to repeat a single phrase, not noticed she draws further and further away from the classroom.

A plain looking boy walks out to witness Aizawa pulling a (H/C) head away. 'is that..’ his thoughts were interrupted by a cute brown hair girl. “Hey deku! We gotta go or we'll be late!” The girl looks at the freckled boy face, then to the direction he was looking at.

Nothing.

____ stands next to Aizawa, too close for his liking, Aizawa was a bit annoyed, not wanting his students to Witness his weakness. Yet he doesn't push or scold her, he knows she scared to death right now. Not only that

She may lose control.

___ has calm down more, ‘rehearsing her lines’ gave her the Boost that she needs. At least she hopes as she hears some feet distance to her getting closer and closer. She breathes, feeling nauseous and excited. Real people, real teens her age, REAL PEOPLE.

She looks up from the ground, realization strikes her like bolt a of lightning, she real don't prepare herself for this.

I don't think anyone could.

The whole class was presented in front of her, staring at her, her eyes widen. Her right hand grips her left upper arm, she backs away but, before she can make two steps away, she sees a red head pop out from the corner of her eye. He looks over in her direction and is surprised to see that a small (H/C) girl shuffling around nervousness. he grins, jogging over to her but, he stops himself when he sees her back away.

“Um sorry! I guess I'm just excited to meet you! I'm Eijirou Kirishima” he scratches the back of his head, chuckling. Someone else runs over next to kirishima. A blond boy with a black lighting strike, ___ remember him from yesterday.

“Oh! You're the girl from yesterday, Aizawa-sensei daughter! I'm Denki Kaminari” he gives her a close eye smile, placing his arm on Kirishima shoulder. The rest of the class comes over although, they kept their distance, unlike yesterday.

they introduce themselves one by one.

“I'm I-Izuku Midoriya, nice to meet you”

“Ochaco Uraraka!”

“Greetings! I apologize for yesterday display, I'm Tenya Iida”

“Ribbit, I'm Tsuyu Asui, call me tsu.”

“hello, i'm Momo Yaoyorozu.”

“Fumikage Tokoyami.”

“Min-”

“Mina Ashido! -w-”

“Bonjour, i'm Yuga Aoyama ☆”

“yo, Kyouka Jiro”

“Mezo Shoji”

“um..Mashirao Ojiro”

“Hanta Sero!”

“hi! I’m Tooru Hagakure”

“Rikido Sato”

“...Shoto Todoroki”

The last person who don't introduce himself, a blond boy, seems to be annoyed, tsh when the girl (and some of his classmates) looked at him. ___ had a confusing look on her face, though it was cute, it hides her overwhelming anxiety that is plunging her inside, what did she do wrong? Was it about yesterday?

She should apologize! That's why he's annoyed. Or should she said her name then apologize? Before she can speak, Kirishima cleans his throat “that’s Katsuki Bakugo, he’s a little shy.” “o-oh i understand” that's all she can really say before Bakugo yelled at Kirishima “who you calling shy?!”

“Oh she has a cute voice!” a pair of glove delightfully say coming close to her, ____ becomes flustered.

Aizawa calls everyone grabbing the classes attention away from the girl, “hurry it up now, the bus is here” he then walks to the door of the bus, waiting for everyone. Iida somehow acquired himself with a whistle, when he blow it, it startled ____. “class 1-A, gather around! Form two lines from your students numbers! In order to make boarding the bus go smoothly!” he kept blowing the whistle till he look over to ____, she shy away when he did “ Aizawa-san, you can be in the front with your father” she look over him, nob and started walking but, then turns around “a-ah, m-my names ____ eclipse actually”

‘Ah, it wasn't the bus I though it be’ ___ though as she looks over to the class, she took up her father seats as he stand, which she feels bad about, yet he doesn't care. He pats her head as she turns her hold body to the class.

“Shoot, I don't think it be this type of bus” Iida said, disappointed.

“there was no point, huh?” the cute pink alien, Ashido, said to lida. ___ just look over everyone, they all look happy and excited, it made her feel happy. Yet, a sick feeling is flowing in her stomach, climbing up to her ears and whispering her secrets, secrets that are selfish, only she should know, so don’t yell. She wants it to go away. It's not nice to have this feeling.

“I say whatever comes to mind” tsu say out loud. The cute frog girl ask the girl to call her tsu, but why?

“Midoriya-chan?” she turns to midoriya-kun, he looks startled and nervous, shaking a bit in his sit, as he wasn’t expecting someone to speak to him.

“Ah, yes, Asui!”

“Call me tsu-chan”

“Ah yes.” he really nervous, he reminds ___ of herself, yet he's mostly more Bolder and kinder

“your quirk is like all mights” oh really? ___ doesn't care much for quirks, although the subject of a quirk that could be similar to the number 1 hero does poke her interest.

“HUH? y-you think so?! Well i…..”

“wait a sec, tsu, all might doesn't get hurt when he uses his. They just kind of look the same.” Kirishima joins in, ____ wants to join the conversation, but doesn't know how. She has many thoughts to contribute, like what is midoriya-kun quirk? Why does he get hurt? And can they be friends?

“but it's nice to have a simple augmenting-type quirk, you can do lost of flash stuff!” but what if it's not, what do you do?

“My hardening is strong against others but, unfortunately it doesn't look like much” oh...

“I think it really cool! It's a quirk that can definitely pass as a pro’s!”

“Wow! That looks amazing!” It seems like ____ did join the conversation, she on her knees on the chair looking over with stars in her eyes! Kirishima becomes flustered.

“a-ah really? B-but you have to think about popularity as a hero too, you know.” ____ nods, she don't think much of popularity, her father not popularity and he's doing pretty well.

“my navel laser is pro level in both flashiness and strength.” Aoyama stated casually. But Ashido drops some facts

“buts it's not great that it gives you a stomachache.” ___ giggle a bit, thinking of the boy rolling around with a bad stomach ache, poor kid.

“well, if your talking about flashy and strong, it's gotten to be Todoroki and Bakugo, though, huh?” Kirishima points to bakugo and todoroki, who seems to be sleeping…. Todoroki? Where has ____ heard that.

“Bakugo always mad, so he doesn't seem like he be popular, though.” tsu said nonchalant.

“What the hell, you want to fight!” Bakugo said angrily to the frog girl but she just keep her cool

“See?”.

“we haven't know each other that long, so it's amazing that everyone already knows his personality is crap steeped in sewage.” Kaminari joins in, ___ really wanted to laugh.

“what’s with that vocabulary, bastard?! I'll kill you!”

“what a vulgar conversation” Yaoyorozu said

“But I like stuff like that” Uraraka added.

It feels so peaceful.

“Hey, ___ Chan, why is your surname eclipse?” tsu asked the (H/C) girl as the girl flinch being asked a question, a question she did think will come up. She was still anxious about answering it or talking at all.

“A-ah, u-umm, i-it's because that's m-my mom surname” she answered tilting her head and standing up on her knees to get a better view of everyone.

“Wait! Aizawa-sensei is married?” Kirishima was shocked, the rest of the class as well, Aizawa married? He a good looking man but he just doesn't seem like the type to be married. That raises up another question.

Is ____ his real daughter?

“well...umm it's umm complicated…” she heard a deep sigh from her father, who stands behind her. she sweat drop, She don't want to get further into it to prevent her father's getting

sad.

Aizawa spoke up and look to the group of teens. “We're here. Stop messing around.”

“Yes sir!” the class cheered. ____ slowly gets off her chair but stands by the door, wanting everyone to go ahead. Though someone taps her shoulder, she a bit startled and jumps, turning around with a nervous expression to be face with a cheerful one. “K-kirishima…” kirishima has a close eye smile when she said his name. “Haha, sorry, come on let's go!” he push her forward, she stumbles a bit but, follows. Surprisingly she feels calm and a bit happy. She feels like this is what a friend does with each other.

It feels normal.

When they made it off the bus, they were greeted by a space suit. When ___ say them, she jumps and runs forward full force.

“Everyone i have been waiting for you!” “thirteen!” ____ runs into thirteen arms as he grabs her and spins her around.

“It’s the space hero thirteen! The gentlemanly hero who has rescued tons of people from disasters!” Midoriya was overjoyed as Uraraka joins him in his excitement “Oh i love thirteen!”

Thirteen puts ____ down as he turns to the class “Lets go inside without delay, look forward to working with you”

“Wow, it looks like USJ” the class walk in the doma building, they were in awe at the interior structure of the building, ____ walk ahead of everyone. Looking over the amazing training zone.

“A shipwreck, a landslide ,a fire, a windstorm et cetera-- it is a training ground that i made with different types of accidents and disasters” Thirteen spoken to the class, ___ looks behold her to look.

“It’s called the unforeseen simulation joint or “USJ” for short!”

“It really is the USJ...” but for heros! Aizawa walks towards thirteen, spokening to him only so the class can’t really hear him, yet the (H/C) girl can.

“Thirteen, where’s all might? He was supposed to meet us here”

‘oh that’s right’ ___ thought, All might was supposedly join them, she was looking forward to training with him, although that wound of his, can he really still trained with her?

“About that...it looks like he did too much hero work on his way to work and ran out of time. So he’s resting in the lounge”

___ giggles, ‘of course he’s fine!’

____ father looked displease “That’s the height of irrationality...it can’t be helped. Shall we begin?” thirteen nods.

“Let’s see… before we begin, let me say one thing...or two, or three or four..five..six..seven” it just keeps going...___ felt this conversation wasn't for her, so she just walks ahead. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see her father looking at her.

“everyone, i am sure you are aware of my quirk, black hole. It can suck up anything and turn it to dust” ___ walks more forward, towards the stairs. Before she descends, she looks over her father, waiting for him to approve of her going to explore. He nods at her and she smiles.

“You’ve been able to use that quirk to save people from all kind of disasters, right?” she can still hear some of the conversation.

“Yes’ but it is a power that can kill easily. some of you also have quirks like that, right?’

She looks back up to the class, a expressionless look on her. ‘Kill easily’ sounds like a shape knife, yet it don’t really faze her, it should have, that’s what really scare her.

“In a superhero society, personal quirks have been certified and stringently regulated, so that doesn’t seem to be a problem at first glance. However please do not forget that there are many quirks that can easily kill with one wrong step. With aizawa’s physical fitness test, you found out about the possibility of your own hidden powers, and with all might’s person-to-person combat training, i think you experienced the danger of using those powers against others. This class is a fresh start. You shall learn how to use your quirks to save people’s lives. You do not have powers so you can harm others. I hope you leave here with the understanding that you have powers in order to help others.

That is all thank you for listening.”

____ looks out to the Plaza in the center. She can hear the class cheer from thirteen speech, she feels left out, yet at the same, relieved.

“That was wonderful!” “Bravo! Bravo!”

“All right then, first--” Aizawa was interrupted by the lights suddenly flickering out and then back on in an instant, ____ looks around, feeling on edgy. That was when it happened, in the center was a small black/ purple hole, growing and growing, before ___ can look more she was pull back to the front of the class by her father’s scarf weapon. Landing on her feet she looks over quickly to the plaza to see something terrifying, she feels weak and defeated.

“Gather together and don’t move!” Aizawa yells at the class, his eyes glance at ___ form. “Thirteen, protect the students!” Kirishima comes over to ____, she knows what's happening, she knows what's going to happen, she wants to run towards her father.

“What’s that? Is this like the entrance exam where the lesson’s already started?”

“Don’t move!” Aizawa demand the students and ____, Kirishima instantly grabs her upper arm, pulling her back.

“Those are villains.”

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero academia imagine #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my fics #xreader #reader #imagine

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blue-dragon-exe · 7 years

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Spiderman prompt? Peter's feelin a little bad but he goes on a decathlon trip upstate then he starts feelin really bad and Tony comes from his new avengers compound to get him as he's closer than May

Thanks so much for the prompt! I hope this is what you wanted! Please tell me what you think!

Peters groans, dropping his head onto his desk. His head is pounding, and he can’t focus. His headaches gotten a lot worse since this morning, and he’s starting to feel uncomfortably warm. He should have just stayed home today. “Peter? Are you listening.” His decathlon coach is frowning at him from across the room, and Peter feels his cheeks go hot. “Sorry Mr Harrington.” He mumbles, dragging his eyes up to the front of the classroom and trying to focus. The teacher is talking, but Peter isn’t hearing any words, and then the bell rings, and he jumps. Kids start filing out of the room, and Peter quickly gathers up his books, stuffing them in his backpack and moving into the hall. He walks slowly through the crowd, the noise of the school not helping his headache. Finally, he reaches his locker, opening it up and shoving books inside. Peter cant wait to get home and take a nap. He turns and starts making his way out of the building, but before he can get far, he’s stopped by a shout from behind him. “Peter! Where are you going?” Ned calls, running up behind him. Peter blinks, trying to process Ned’s words. “Home?” Ned frowns at him. “What about the decathlon meet?” Peter slumps. He’d completely forgotten about the meet. “Peter? Are you okay? You don’t look so good.” Ned reaches out to feel peters forehead, and he steps back a little, shaking his head. “No, no I’m fine Ned, just tired.” Ned doesn’t look so sure, eying peter skeptically. “Are you sure? I’m sure coach wouldn’t mind if you skipped this one.” Peter waves him off, giving his friend a small smile. “No, its okay, ill be fine.”

Peter is not fine. His head is throbbing, and he’s still nauseous from the bumpy bus ride. He shivers a little, wrapping his arms tighter around himself. He’s freezing, but he can feel the sweat dripping down his back. Michelle is standing in front of everyone, reading off a stack of cards in her hand, but Peter cant hear a word. He drops his head into his hands, letting out a soft whimper. He just wants to go home. He feels miserable, but there’s no way hes calling May and making her drive all the way upstate to come pick him up. He’s spiderman for crying out loud! He should be able to handle a little fever. Someone puts a hand on peters shoulder, and then hes standing up, and hes being guided out of the room. “Peter? Are you okay?” Peter looks up blearily at his friend, blinking slowly. He opens his mouth to try to brush off Ned’s concern, but then he staggers, falling forward into his friend. “Peter!” Ned’s holding peters arms, keeping him from sinking to the ground. His voice is frantic, he’s not sure what to do. “Oh my god peter, what do i do? Are you sick? Should i call someone?” Peters head droops, and Ned kneels down, carefully lowering them both to the floor. He turns away for a minute, pulling Peter’s mask out of his backpack and slipping it over his head. “Karen? There’s something wrong with peter.” She’s silent for a moment while she scans him. “He appears to be suffering from a severe migraine, probably from lack of sleep.” Ned glances nervously at his friend. “What do i do?” “He just needs somewhere to sleep this off. Would you like me to contact Mr. Stark?” “Uh, yeah, that would be good.” Karen is quiet for a moment while she makes the call. “Mr. Stark is on his way here now. He should arrive in approximately ten minutes.” Ned relaxes a little bit, leaning back next to Peter and pulling off the mask. Mr. Stark will be able to help him.

Tony is in the middle of a press conference when he gets the call. Pepper gives him a look as he leaves the board room, and he shoots a half hearted apology over his shoulder. He puts Karen through, frowning at the floor. “Is Peter okay?” He says immediately, trying to hide the worry in his voice. “Mr. Parker is suffering from a severe migraine, with a fever of 103 degrees Fahrenheit, and has lost consciousness.” Tonys stomach drops. “Thanks Karen. I’ll be there soon.” He pockets his phone, addressing FRIDAY. “Where is he?” “He is staying at a hotel a few miles from here for a decathlon meet.” Tony steps onto the compounds landing pad, calling his suit to him and then taking off. Ten minutes later, he lands in front of a small hotel and steps out of his suit, leaving it to wait on the roof. “FRIDAY, where is he?” “They’re on the first floor, in the hall right outside board room.” Tony turns down the hall, spotting Ned and Peter sitting on the floor against the wall. Ned looks worried, glancing at his friend. He looks up and spots Tony, getting up and looking nervous. “Mr. Stark! I’m sorry, we just came out here and then he just just collapsed, and I didn’t know what to do!” Tony waves him off, kneeling down next to Peter. “No, you were right to call me.” Ned looks relieved, sitting back down next to Peter. Tony reaches out and shakes him awake. He sits up a little, blinking groggily. “Mr stark?” “Hey kid.” Peter grimaces, reaching a hand up to his head. “I don’t feel very good. Can i go home now?” Tony nods, leaning back a little. “Can you stand up?” Peter nods, getting up slowly and leaning heavily on the wall. He staggers, and Tony reaches out to catch him before he falls. He slips his arms under the teenagers knees, lifting him up. He thanks Ned, and then turns down the hall with Peter in his arms. Peter closes his eyes, dropping his head on Tony’s chest. “Thanks Mr. Stark.”

#peter parker #tony stark #ned leeds #peter whump #whump #sickfic #sick peter #spider man: homecoming

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cinnamon-muffins · 7 years

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Fixation (Part 1)

Summary: L is an Omega transferring to a new high school, but due to the nature of the hierarchy, he’s forced to pretend to be an Alpha so he can actually take the upper-level classes. What happens when he stumbles upon an Alpha who actually captures his interest? | LightxL | Omegaverse

“*On the morning before spring semester began at Tsukuba High, L glared towards the academic counselor who had been chosen to assist him* What do you mean I can’t sign up?”

! *stares blankly at the young man, not expecting the response, but she makes quick work as she pulls out a sheet of paper from a yellow folder* According to your application sheet, you are transferring from Wammy’s Academy as an year 11, correct..? !

“*looks down at the sheet, only giving her a small nod* My grades are perfect. I don’t understand why I can’t join the advanced courses.”

!*frowns, now seeing why he isn’t following* I’m very sorry, Mr. Lawliet. I see that things are done differently in Japan than they are in England. You application is marvelous no doubt, but once you advance to the Junior and Senior levels of education, secondary genders are segregated to ensure the most efficient learning for your subgroup.!

“*eyes go up at that, nearly shocked that this practice is even acceptable, much less a country wide policy* What?”

!*tries to explain as she circles several groups on the class registrar* These courses you selected are in your intelligence level, but unfortunately they are offered only to Alphas, and beings that your application states you are an omega, I can’t allow you to take them..

*looks apologetic as she knows it’s a difficult to accept, so she tries to offer a little reprieve* You will of course be allowed in some of the advanced courses for your group, but--!

“-- You’re wrong. I’m not an omega. *he interrupts, his expression serious, even if he knows what he’s saying isn’t true* *points to the application, suggesting she return it to him* I must have checked the wrong box, my apologies. *once she hesitantly hands it to him, he quickly erases the marking, placing it in the correct box* *he knows what he’s doing is of course wrong, but the thought of being stuck in a subpar education just because of his title has him feeling nauseous, thinking very little of anything beyond what he deserves* I’ll have my guardian send the proper health forms if you need further proof, but I am an alpha.”

**the next morning at the school, first day of classes**

“*walking out of the front office with a single paper in hand, he shifts the messenger bag hanging from his shoulder, idly eyeing the loud, talkative students filling the hallway* *notices the black-haired female waiting for him, and he gestures with a firm nod and a lift of his paper as he begins walking, expecting her to follow* They fixed it, but not without complaining. It’s ridiculous how long it takes them to fix a schedule, especially when they’ve been doing this for years.”

%*follows him as expected, but she quickly is at his side instead, her expression poised as always as she looks around the halls, observing each student that passes* It’s to be expected, you know. This is our first year of being in the target courses, they can’t keep up with all the changing students.%

“*says nothing in response for a moment, also observing the students around them, already detecting changes in some familiar students from last year* At least they’re being careful about it. Though, I have to admit, it’s a bit annoying listening to some of the omegas complaining about being unable to take the higher-level classes - As though they have the audacity to complain. It’s not as if they’ll amount to anything beyond high school.”

%*scoffs, tossing her hair to keep from getting in her face as she keeps her nose up, making sure no one thinks of approaching her* They should be honored they receive their own core classes at all. All they truly need are home and child courses, after all. *rolls her eyes as they turn a corner, almost to their first period* Misa was overjoyed when she could opt out of mathematics for fashion design.%

“*scoffs a little in amusement, responding with an agreeing tone* That’s one thing Misa’s always been smart about. She knows her place, and she knows what she’s capable of. *idly lifts his schedule, looking at the first slot* Well, it seems as though history is first. What do you have?”

%Logistics. It’s not the most entertaining of courses, but I’m fine with that in the early morning. *gestures to the room to their right, her pace slowing down as they come closer* Let me know how your first course is, I heard the teacher is very passionate, but also strict. And do tell about the other students. I’m curious to see who presented over the summer.%

“*nods, figuring Takada is most interested in keeping up with the latest gossip - but he can’t deny he too is curious* Same with you. Have a good class. *offers only that before turning on his heel, leaving her and heading towards the classroom a few doors down, lifting his wrist to see he’s just in time* *enters the room with hands in his pocket, glancing around for a moment to see everyone is already there, talking avidly in their seats, and he picks one of the free seats in the row closest to the windows* *sets his things down, taking his seat with a silent huff* ...”

“*the bell rings, and just as the teacher gets up to introduce themselves, he comes through the door, wearing the standard uniform in a not-so-neat fashion, hair a spiky mess, and eyes nonchalant* *ignores all of the stares as he easily picks a seat, the last free one available, and plops down both himself and his things*”

“*as the strange male comes in, his presence goes unnoticed as Light focuses on idly watching the birds nesting outside, simply wanting this day to be over with already so he can head home* ...”

^ - ? *looks at her roster as the new student comes in, figuring he must be the only one whose name she doesn’t recognize* *frowns, her voice strict, but clear* Well, nice of you to be on time, Mr. Lawliet. Though, you should know I expect you to be in your seat by the time the bell rings. I hope you don’t make tardiness a habit.^

“*didn’t expect to be called out for such a thing, as he was never reprimanded at his own school, but he realizes that is because they knew him all of his life* My apologizes. I’ll be on time from now on, I simply was getting accustomed with the layout of the school.”

^*nods in affirmation, deciding to focus her attention on more important matters* That’ll be all. *with a commanding voice, she addresses the entire classroom* Welcome to History 455. My name is Mrs. Naga, and today we’re going to discuss course objectives. Today will also be the only day this entire semester you have no assignment due.^

“*as the foreign male speaks, there’s something about the tone in his voice that catches his attention, noticing it’s almost mocking* *once he catches sight of him, so close as he’s sitting in the free desk close to him, his eyes widen in surprise over his scruffy appearance, not listening to the teacher at all as he observes this new student* *with his somewhat slim features, he briefly wonders if he’s really an alpha after all, and while he’s seen plenty of alphas who don’t fit the tall, broad stereotype, something still doesn’t quite seem right* ...”

“*lazily wavering in and out of the review of the course, not finding this interesting in the slightest* *casually chews on his thumb as he waits for her to move on, but the feeling of eyes on him suddenly puts him on high alert, his eyes snapping immediately to his side* *notices the brunette who he sat beside eyeing him down with a particular expression, and his eyebrow goes up* Do you need something?”

“*surprised at having been caught, he plays it off by offering quietly* .. Nothing at all. *turns away, directing his focus back to outside the windows, also waiting for the actual material to start, but... somehow, something similar to actual interest develops, and he wonders over the strange feeling* ...”

“*stares at the other for a moment, even after he looks away* *knows he seemed too defensive, but he can’t help but feel threatened by such a focused look* .. *decides to leave it alone for know, just assuming he’s reading too much into it, so he turns back, hoping to focus on more important matters*”

^ - Now, I want everyone to divide in pairs. You’re going to go over sections one and two in your books and discuss the main events of the chapter. Then, we’ll return and discuss what you came up with.^

“*as everyone starts to quietly chat and shift into pairs, he groans internally, having always hated working with others* *retrieves his book from his bag, eyes shifting towards the male who’s yet to move* ... *smiles, though it’s forced, as is his nice tone* So, I’m going to assume you don’t have the book yet.”

“*his groan is more external as paired work is not something he was expecting on the first day, much less with the strange male from before* *doesn’t answer before he’s quickly sifting through his own bag, dropping the large book with a loud sound* I don’t need it, but I don’t come unprepared. *he clearly doesn’t sound interested in the conversation, in fact his eyes don’t even meet his as he waves a hand in his direction* Why don’t you read silently to yourself and I’ll tell you my thoughts afterwards.”

“*his smile fades, realizing this boy certainly isn’t going to play nice* .. I don’t need to hear your thoughts. I’m sure I can come to the same conclusions by myself. *flips the book open to the right page, leaning back in his seat as he begins quickly skimming the pages, having already read some of this book over the summer* ..”

“*doesn’t have a problem either way, happier just looking around himself rather than dealing with new people* *looks unamused by all the students chatting to themselves about the work, wondering why they all deserve this over anyone else* ..”

“.. *upon quickly and easily finishing the two sections over the next few moments, he sets the book on his desk, still open* ... *after a few moments pass, he looks towards the male, figuring he may as well start up some sort of conversation - though, he can’t deny his secret curiosity* .. You never told me your name. I’m Light Yagami.”

“? *surprised that he’s actually trying to talk to him again, having thought he made himself clear with the first attempt* *grumbles, seeing there is no way out of it* Ryuzaki. And before you ask, I am not from Japan.”

“I figured as much, with your accent. *idly flips the page, but it’s only to keep his hands busy as he observes him through his peripherals* .. What’s with the Japanese name, then?”

“Japanese lineage. *says simply enough, as it is technically true, so he doesn’t have an issue saying it* ‘Light’ isn’t exactly a Japanese name. Are you foreign as well?”

“Not at all. My mother liked the name, so she gave it to me. *says simply, before leaning back again in his seat and folding his hands together* Where are you from?”

“*rests his head on his hands, rather bored with the conversation, but he keeps it casual just to avoid any confrontation* England. I’ve lived there most of my life until this year.”

“England? That’s interesting. Far away, too. *is about to ask what’s brought him all the way over here, but he quickly realizes he almost feels too interested in the other, so he keeps his mouth shut, and even so, he figures he’s moved because of the quality institution* ...”

“Hm. *only hums in response, having no need to answer why as he’s sure the other understands* *doesn’t want to keep the conversation on him, so he easily slides into another conversation, just to keep the other occupied* Have you been in this school since you were eligible? Do you like it?”

“*surprised he’s actually continued the conversation, so he decides to amuse him* Yes, I’ve been here for three years now. It’s one of the best schools in the country, and that certainly shows.”

“*glad to know that he at least chose a good school, but he isn’t sure if he shouldn’t trust a biased person’s opinion considering what side of things he belongs on* How so?”

“Well, for starters, the program itself is one of the tops in the country. We have some of the most intelligent teachers from all around. *looks towards him, continuing on with a casual voice* Not to mention, here we actually divide the student body appropriately into classes they’re best at. It’s not a mess, like other schools.”

“*nearly grimaces as he exposes just what he feared from the other, suddenly finding even less of a connection to his new acquaintance* *turns his head straight, focusing on the board that the teacher has written a few things on while trying to keep the facade as best as possible* My last school was co-ed, so it was a- surprise to say the least. But It’s safer for everyone this way.”

“*chuckles a little, but it only lasts a moment* You’re right. ‘Safer’ is a good word to describe it. *notices Ryuzaki has turned away, but he doesn’t think anything of it* .. When did you present?”

“*thinks about that question, recalling the day like it was yesterday, and remembering with vivid detail on how terrifying it was for someone normally so in control of their emotions* Two years ago. And you?”

“About two and a half years ago. *hadn’t expected the other to have presented so long ago, figuring he might be able to rationalize his observations of Ryuzaki’s odd stature to him having just presented* Is it what you were expecting?”

“-No. *once again he answers honestly, having no reason to hide* The majority of those around me were betas, and I just assumed I would be too. *gives him a small shrug* But here I am.”

“.. *figures that makes sense, and perhaps it’s because Ryuzaki is foreign that he’s just not experienced with being people like him* .. Here you are.”

“*as much as he hates to admit it, he’s curious about Light and how he was brought up, as it’s only fair* Was it the same for you? Considering, Japan has a smaller population of Alphas to most countries.”

“I was expecting it. Most males in my family have been traditionally alphas, on both sides. *surprised he brought up any interest at all, but he figures he’s only doing it to be polite* .. By the way. What’s your next class?”

“Organic Chemistry. *points to a small slip of paper that’s on his desk, and then a little spark grows in his eyes, as he’s actually excited for a class in particular* Then I have Criminal Analysis.”

“*doesn’t notice the subtle expression, but once he says the class name, he decides to add on* I have that class too. The teacher is actually a retired detective, so I’m sure it’ll actually be useful.”

“Do you want to be a detective? *he asks out of curiosity, not seeing this type of guy to want such a career*”

“Hm. That’s always been an option in my mind, and it’s very likely. My father is the chief of police, so I might follow in his footsteps. *looks around, noticing the other students are still taking quite some time reading through the sections* Do you?”

“*has no doubt in his mind as he gives a firm nod, not even noticing the fact that he him worked into a true conversation* It’s something I’ve wanted since I was younger. My guardian was a detective before he opened up an academy. I’ve always admired him and the line of work, so I’ll be following in his footsteps.”

“Why didn’t you attend his academy, then? *raises an eyebrow, legitimately curious, as it seems Ryuzaki would have the upper hand in that sort of scenario*”

“I did, from the age of six to now. *flicks a pencil in his hand, it bringing some entertainment* But I began to feel as if things were becoming biased. I wanted a challenge with instructors who didn’t know who I was, so I transferred. *bites down on his thumb in thought, mumbling* Watari didn’t like it so much, but he’s lightened up to the idea.”

“Hm. *absorbs the information, and he figures he can somewhat relate, thinking that could easily become boring* *acknowledges that usually at this point in the conversation, he’d drop the small talk and either continue onto a more interesting topic or drop the conversation altogether, but he can’t help but grow more interested* You live alone, then?”

“Yes. The dormitories were too small so I have a flat nearby. *doesn’t care to give him that much, as it isn’t uncommon for students their age to live alone, but his eyes go toward him nonetheless* Aren’t you asking too many personal questions? I thought Japan was a country who kept to themselves.”

“Well, it’s not every day a foreigner transfers here. You should prepare for everyone else taking an interest in you. *responds simply, deciding to retract in his interrogation* It’s also not often that someone lives by themselves, either. *smiles* I hope you’re the popular type.”

“Popular? *frowns, that insinuation already leaving a bad taste in his mouth* I have no need in being popular, or making friends for that matter. I'm here for an education, and that’s what I'll get. Anything else is just a distraction.”

“Relax, I’m only joking. *notes as the teacher finishes writing on the board and leans back in his seat, gesturing forward with his head to indicate why he discontinues talking*”

^Alright, I presume everyone’s finished. *the moment she speaks, everyone silences and returns to their respective seat, listening avidly* Does anyone want to explain what this chapter is about? *a few moments pass when no one speaks, to which she frowns* … How about you, Mr. Lawliet?^

((here’s a random textbook of world history i found online which also follows pretty much every world history textbook under the sun so))

“*wasn’t expecting to be called on, but he responds easily, looking bored as he continues to flick around his pencil* It’s rather simple. Humanity began its life in the heart of Africa, and over time sections of people migrated to different parts of the world, creating what we know now as ‘the human race’. Culture and societal effects were the result of humans sticking to each other and being too afraid to have an original thought. *his brows go up* Like the

Hierarchy, for example.”

“*watches him as he speaks, and the particular topic he chooses to discuss from the chapter has him surprised, especially since he does so with a tone of distaste* Well, there’s a difference between ‘free thinking’ and ‘instinct’. Of course, our instincts influence our culture, as they always have, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s stripping us of our free will.”

^*smiles a rare smile, but it’s gone in half a second* Well said, Mr. Yagami. Does anyone else have anything to add?^

“*as everyone else seems impressed, he can’t understand how they think his thought was so profound, when it’s incorrect* We have free will, yes. But not everyone shares the same fate. Because of a few men and women who feared they would be brought to look inferior because others are different, some groups of people are made to feel like dirt in most societies, despite having no true reason for such. That it a direct correlation of culture’s affect, not instinct.”

%*scoffs, though it’s mostly a laugh, and she decides to pipe up* Why do you care? You’re an alpha too, right?%

“*truly contemplates on not contributing, but he can’t help but to want to debate with Ryuzaki* On the contrary, omegas are held with high regard. If it wasn’t for them and the fulfilment of their duties, we wouldn’t have such strong offspring. Rules are set in place - and have always been - to ensure that.”

“*isn’t surprised to hear this as a ‘counter’, as it’s always the first thing Alphas say when he brings this up, so he rolls his eyes* It’s the 21st century. We have also evolved from the time when we all began in Africa, and so should our opinions. Omegas are more than birthers. They are intelligent, and capable of many things, just like us. Betas are immune to the downfalls like heats and rutts, making them, I dare say, superior to us.”

@-?! *looks highly suspended by that, his eyes narrowing* You can’t seriously think betas are superior to us! What kind of Alpha are you?!@

“*looks unaffected by the shouting, his confidence as strong as ever* An alpha who’s open-minded enough to know our qualities are not god-like, therefore others can be equal to us.”

%*grows angrier, and her voice rises* Do you really think --%

^Alright, that’s enough. *speaks loudly, but sternly, and everyone silences, and it’s not because she either agrees or disagrees with anyone, but this is going a bit out of their course schedule for the day* We still have section three to discuss, so you four can continue this conversation outside of class. Now, more specifically, if we look in particular at the path of travel our ancestors took …^

“*can’t help but watch Ryuzaki after that outburst, not ever having expected to meet someone so pro-omega at this school, and he wonders if it’s due to where he’s from, but.. even so, it’s almost non-existent to hear an Alpha have these opinions* … *mumbles* It’s probably in your best interest to refrain from having those opinions around here.”

“*while he didn’t expect everyone to be so accepting, he had hoped for a little more than what he got, so he frowns, barely offering to listen to Light’s advice* I won’t change my opinion because a gaggle of teenagers disagree with me.”

“I’m not asking you to change your - opinion. *figures this is a delicate situation, so he tries to handle him calmly* This isn’t the place to express it.”

“*looks over to Light, completely unamused by his suggestion* Education is for everyone, including student to student. I won’t silence myself if asked. Perhaps you could learn from what I have to say.”

“*despite trying to be polite, he can’t help but roll his eyes, knowing a lost cost when he sees one* .. I’m sure there’s a club you can join.”

“No thank you. *he says simply, starting to go back to focus on the teacher* I think, from Alpha to Alpha, that we should stay forced reading partners at best.”

“*frowns, eyebrows furrowing as he says that* … Fine. Suit yourself. *his tone portrays he doesn’t quite care, and he directs his attention back out the window*”

%*once the bell rings, she is the first one out of her classroom door, looking the same as she did she went in, albeit a little bored* What a dull class.%

%*is already there waiting for her, hands clasped on her backpack straps as she beams brightly* Aw, c’mon, it can’t be that bad. If you hate it so much, you should have signed up for ‘Home Ec. *suddenly pouts, her eyes growing glossy* Then we’d actually have a class together…%

“*sees the familiar blonde next to Takada, not having seen her yet today, and he’s surprised she hasn’t made her presence known sooner* *starts to approach them, but he can’t deny he’s also keeping an eye out for a certain messy-haired male, wondering if he’s gotten into any more trouble yet - but beyond that, he can’t help this foreign, growing interest in him, and somehow, he simply can’t rid his mind of him* ..”

“*was the very last person to leave the class, as the professor kept him to discuss his outburst, much to his dismay* *seems to be bitter as she recommended something very similar to what Light Yagami said, trudging through the hall without any interest, just to be alone*”

%You know very well that I’d never take such a course. Alpha compatible or not, I don’t belong there. *gives her a stern look, but she pats her head in consolation* *she notices the other alpha coming close to them though, and immediately retracts her hand, taking quick note of his distracted expression* Light? Are you alright?%

%*her pout deepens, but it disappears as Light approaches them* Huh-? Oh, Light! You’re here!%

“*nods in response to Takada, but once he speaks, it’s obvious he’s still a bit aggravated* Oh, there’s a new student from England here, but… He wouldn’t stop harrassing the class about how omegas and betas are the upper class. It was a bit annoying, really. *as he speaks, he suddenly catches sight of Ryuzaki walking by out of the corner of his eye* .. That’s him.”

% -? *looks where Light is looking, and she immediately sees the British male stick out like a sore thumb* - Huh? That’s him? He looks so - so messy!!%

“*moves a group of ogling alphas, trying to reach the cafeteria, but as he does, he notices his ‘partner’ and a few females, and quickly he moves past them just the same, as if he never saw him in the first place*”

%*looks appalled as well, offended just by the sight of him* And so-- small. *heaves a deep, troubled sigh* What a pitiful excuse for an alpha, clearly his genes were not from the greatest pool.%

%You’re right, he is pretty small… *notes that once he gets closer and passes, unable to help her staring* Maybe it’s a European thing…?%

“*clearly Ryuzaki noticed them, and he frowns that he chose to not acknowledge him* … Perhaps, I’m not too sure. I haven’t met that many people from Europe in general, though I was under the impression it wasn’t really any different. *watches as he walks away, unable to keep his eyes off him* …”

%*sticks her nose up, frowning in distaste* He should be wise to keep to himself for his duration here. Some Alphas aren’t as refined as we are, they would tear him apart if they heard of his-- agenda.%

“I actually tried to tell him that, but some people are just incapable of listening. *exhales a sigh, no longer wanting to deal with this, and so instead he begins in the direction of the cafeteria, expecting both girls to follow*”

% - Ha! He's probably going to move back before the week’s even over. *huffs in amusement, following after Light - But not until Takada starts moving along too*%

%*moves gracefully down the hallway alongside the other alpha, but there’s a certain fixated look on her face, a plan forming in her mind* .. Perhaps that’s what we should strive for.%

%Huh? *appears confused, and she tilts her head as they walk along, and when she notices the focused expression on Takada’s face, a devious grin appears on her face* Oo, are you planning something?!%

“*had honestly started to not pay attention to either of them, more focused on running over the conversation from history - to which he suddenly recalls they have more than one class together* Don’t think of anything too radical.”

%I would never. *she responds, a small smile on his face* But we can’t have anyone sullying our way of life here. *once they reach the cafeteria, she intentionally scans the room, none too shocked to see the same messy male sitting alone at a far table* Misa, fetch us all something for lunch. Light, follow with me. *effortlessly makes her way toward the table, standing in front of it with a hand on her hip*%

“*was doing fine on his own, minding his business as he read inside his Criminology textbook, a mountain of different sweets surrounding him* *doesn’t notice someone lingering before a small huff is heard, and he reluctantly looks up* Yes?”

%*has to restrain herself from scowling, not liking the attitude on his face* Light said you’re the new alpha. You shouldn’t be sitting alone. *takes a place at the table before he can say know, her eyes wandering to all the plates on the table* ...%

“*follows alongside her, wondering what the hell kind of plan she's concocted, but he isn't surprised she's pretending to be sweet initially* *sits down across from Ryuzaki with a smile, before noticing all the plates of sweets* .. Yes, his name is Ryuzaki. Though, he says he's not Japanese.”

%Oh? *gives on the air that’s she’s interested, even if that isn’t the case at all* Congratulations on being accepted. It’s very uncommon for Tsukuba to allow new alphas in the program as a Junior.%

“*sees that he’s once again pushed into a conversation, and while he contemplates just leaving, that would be a waste of all his food* *picks up the Yōkan to his side, taking a bite before speaking* I’m exceptional. I was the top tested Alpha from my hometown.”

“*figures as much, considering it is unheard of for the school to accept new students, and he watches as he eats the dessert with distaste, internally grimacing at seeing so much sugar in one place* Still, there would have to be something pretty special about you to get accepted. *smiles* Is there?”

“*glances over to Light as he finishes his food, wondering what good that information would be to him* *gives him a smile in return, though it’s more mocking than genuine* Wouldn’t you like to know?”

%*just as Ryuzaki speaks, she returns with a bounce in her step and three trays carefully balanced on her arms* Ta-da~! Here you go. *hands both Light and Takada their trays, before settling next to them with her own, her eyes immediately going towards the strange, new male* - Oh, hi there! You must be the new student.%

“*his smile fades and an expression of aggravation replaces it, somehow the combination of Ryuzaki’s tone and smile unnerving him rather quickly* - Yes, he is. He was just telling us about how he got accepted here.”

“Was I? *he asks innocently, his eyes now focus on the small, blond female* I think I’m more interested in our guest. *points to the blue bow tied in her hair* You’re an omega. Why are you sitting with all alphas?”

%*suddenly she feels surge of protectiveness towards Misa as L looks at her* - Her name is Misa. *sitting up straighter (if that were possible), she brings an arm around the other female, her voice slightly more dark* And she’s mine.%

“*brows go up at the sign of dominance, amused as he eats the rest of his first snack* Hm, I’m surprised. *lazily points a finger over to her and Misa, eyes flickering to Light once more* So they’re not both yours?”

%-?! *her anger grows at the insinuation, her voice not as stable as before as she exposes her necklace encrusted with red rubies * I am an Alpha-!%

“Ryuzaki, why would you think that?! *finds it difficult to tell if he’s genuinely serious or just trying to mess around with them, and he continues defensively* I don’t have a partner, but they do. Even so, I’m not interested in having more than one.”

%*clings to Takada’s side, eyebrows furrowed and a firm pout on her mouth* What’s it to you, anyway? Kiyomi fits the Alpha stereotype perfectly, so I’m surprised you didn’t notice!!%

“*can barely stifle a smile by how easily they are to rile up, wondering if everyone is so simple* My apologies, It’s very common for myself to get confused with another class, so I try not to immediately judge by appearance.”

%*huffs, that apology obviously not enough to excuse his behaviour, but she does relax with the help of Misa* Be more careful.%

“*only gives him a small nod, but he’s more focused on Light* And from what I’ve seen from this morning, an alpha of your stature normally has a harem of omegas. You’re quite charming, even under situations where you’re clearly not wanting to.”

“Well, that doesn’t mean I’m interested either way. I don’t plan on searching for a mate until I’m finished with my studies; it’s too much of a distraction. *begins picking at his food, settling on eating the bowl of rice first, and he keeps Ryuzaki from his vision as an attempt to calm his nerves*”

%Hmph. *doesn’t quite want to accept his apology, but she refrains from continuing to complain nonetheless, and she too starts to dig into her food, starting with her dessert first* Well, unless you’re fortunate enough to find your true love early on! *at that, she smiles, but she suddenly grows interested, directing her attention to Ryuzaki with a scoff* Are you actually with anyone?%

((is this mean girls))

“*doesn’t have an issue shaking his head, the thought nearly laughable* I don’t plan on ever having a mate.”

%- What? *as if he could be any worse, she looks dumbfounded to hear such a thing* You’re an alpha, that isn’t possible.%

“*rolls his eyes, though it's subtle, not believing him in the slightest* It's unheard of for especially an Alpha to go without a mate. Especially now that you're in a populated city.”

%*scoffs verbally* Don’t worry, sooner or later you will find someone! … There are plenty of desperate Omegas around here, believe me.%

“*his brow quirks at that, trying to refrain from a sour attitude* Considering what I saw from my first period, I’m not surprised.”

%*that makes her frown, as it brings her to why she came here, and yet she keeps a cool composure* *looks at Light, hoping he keeps along* Light, should we invite him to the gathering we’re hosting?%

((this is turning out just like the first one wtffffffff))

“*frowns, looking towards Takada for a moment, wondering what she’s up to, but he knows whatever it is, it’s likely devious* .. Sure, why not? *offers passingly, figuring he may as well play along to see the fun*”

%A gathering? *looks personally offended that she was not made aware of this, and she frowns, grabbing Takada’s arms* Kiyomi, why didn’t you tell me?%

%*takes a grasp of Misa’s hand, pulling it away gently as she gives her a knowing look* It’s a gathering only for Alphas, Misa. You wouldn’t be safe in that environment. *turns her attention back to L, a small smile on her face* Our guest on the other hand must attend-- consider it a welcoming.%

“I’m not one for parties. *he says immediately, wanting there to be no misunderstanding* I appreciate the gesture, but I have studying to focus on.”

“School’s only started. *smiles, looking directly at him now* Cut yourself some slack. Besides, we’ll have desserts there, and it seems you have an affinity towards that.”

%Ohh... *nods in understanding, though she’s a little disappointed - but not surprised, as it isn’t uncommon for the secondary genders to have separate parties* Well, that sounds fun! That’s definitely a chance not even someone like you should pass up! *winks at him* It’s the only way to make sure no picks on you, if they see you as their equal!%

“... *looks at all of those as if they’re trying to recruit him into a cult* *the idea of going makes him incredibly unmotivated, and he couldn’t care less about being accepted as any Alpha’s equal, but the dessert is tempting* If I attend, It will only be for a short while.”

%*her smile grows once she hears of his practical agreement, folding her hands neatly in front of her* Then it’s settled. I’ll finalize the details and let everyone know in advance. It’s going to be a great way to begin the year.%

“*watches Takada for any sign of what she might be considering, and while he does have a few ideas, all of which entail embarrassing the other Alpha, he supposes he can just ask her later* Tomorrow? Sounds fun. *finishes eating most of what’s on his tray, he pushes it away from him, and he eyes Ryuzaki, wondering if he has any suspicion*...”

%Oh, oh! *suddenly has an idea, and she looks towards both Light and Takada eagerly* He can come to my party too, it’s co-ed! Won't that be fun?%

“*as Light suspects, he does have mixed feelings about this, but he can’t assume anything would happen in the short amount of time he plans to attend* One that includes everyone is preferable.”

%Of course. *she responds simply, but she's rather distracted by her own thoughts and plans* *suddenly, after only eating a small amount of her meal, she stands with her tray* I have to leave. The room needs to be set up for our Class Representatives meeting. Come along, Misa?%

%*stuffs the last of her noodles in her mouth, finishing off most of her meal, and she immediately stands with her tray in one hand and school bag hanging off the other* Of course!%

“*not having finished with his own meal, nor is he finished speaking with Ryuzaki, he decides to stay put, offering a simple explanation to the girls leaving* I’ll be there in a minute once I’ve finished my lunch.”

%Suit yourself. *waits until Misa is by her side before they head towards the hallway*%

“*doesn’t respond to the girls leaving, too occupied with his food that he chews with a passion* *decides to look toward Light, curious* You don't have any other friends to eat with? Surely I'm not your first choice, considering our arguments so far.”

“Well, even though we have our differences - *’obviously’ he loudly thinks* - I think we actually have a lot in common. So, I’d like to get to know you better. *can’t deny the real reason he’s doing this, as he’s uncharacteristically eager to get to know him better, and while it’s mostly out of curiosity, he realizes there’s something else as well*”

“-? *visibly tilts his head in surprise, as he hadn’t expect to hear such a thing after making it a personal mission to push him away from the beginning* *chews his food in silence, not sure how to handle such a request, but something tells him to at least amuse the other* What do you want to know? I’ve already told you a majority of who I am.”

“Well, for one.. *watches him keenly, no longer consuming his own food and his attention solely on him, and he figures if he can learn more about him, then maybe this curiosity will disappear* What’s your family like? Do you have any siblings?”

“*picks at his food only to keep himself busy, this personal prodding something he isn’t used to* - From what I am aware, I am an only child. My mother abandoned me when I was young, and I was adopted by my guardian now.”

“*doesn’t personally feel too empathetic, only addressing the fact that perhaps that’s why he acts so strange* And you’ve lived in England up until now?”

“*nods, nudging away a plate of sweets he no longer wants* For the most part. We traveled some when I was young, but settled once Watari founded the Academy. *takes a bite out of a colorful piece of mochi, pointing his chopsticks toward Light* What is your family like? ”

“*hadn’t expected Ryuzaki to question him in return, but he figures he’s doing so to be polite - even if he doesn’t seem the type to really care about being polite or not* My father is the chief of police, and my mother stays at home most of the time to take care of our family. I also have a younger sister; she attends Tsukuba Junior High, year 8.”

“I say can’t I’m surprised. *he says as he swallows, twirling the utensils in his hand* One look and it’s a given that you’re the perfect son in a perfect family- and an Alpha on top of it all. *refrains from rolling his eyes, taking a rather harsh bite, this time from a pink piece* What a prize you must be.”

“That’s what they say. *chuckles casually, though it’s certainly not genuine* Though, I can’t say I’m very different from any other Alpha at this school. Most everyone here comes from a normal, typical family. That’s why it’s such a shock for everyone to see you here. No offense, but you certainly don’t look normal.”

“*his eyes go up, pretending to looked shocked by the confession* I’m not? *touches his hair, temporarily flattening it out* I never knew that being unkempt was such a big deal.”

“*easily detects his sarcasm* Well, maybe it’s because you don’t tuck your shirt in. *rests his head against his hand, observing him as he makes the comment, and as he does, he notices something almost off about his frame, but he chooses not to comment on it* Some people probably even think it’s disrespectful towards the school.”

“Perhaps they shouldn’t care about what their students are wearing and instead about their intelligence. *mumbles* *picks up his last piece of mochi, hovering it close to Light’s lips* Take this, I’m full.”

“ - No, thanks. I don’t actually like sweets very much. *gestures with his hand to get it out of his face, even just a whiff of it too sweet* Though, when are you going to eat something actually healthy? If you want, I’m sure they’re still serving lunch.”

“*shrugs slightly, deciding to just put it on the plate to possibly take for later* This is healthy for me. It’s rare that I don’t eat anything without sugar in it.”

“It’s rare for Alphas to even like sweets, much less consume only it. *watches him, scrutinizing him* That’s usually an Omega trait.”

“*suddenly looks up, stunted by the direct statement, and he almost curses himself for not being more careful, but he counters him almost immediately with a sharp look* I resent that insinuation. Nine percent of Alphas are born with their tastebuds reversed, and I was taught not to be ashamed by it.”

“*rolls his eyes, though it’s subtle, but he’s aware that what he’s saying is right* Well, you’re the first person I’ve met who’s like that. Did you ever use to think you would present as an Omega?”

“*can’t help but find the irony of all of this, even if it's just him who can appreciate it* No. As I told you, I was surrounded by betas at my last school, so I just assumed I would be the same.”

“Hm, right. Still, it’s not common for Betas to have any sort of specific taste; they’re usually very normal. *decides to not think anything of his backwards tastebuds, simply watching as he continues to pick through the sweets* Though, it seems you like sugar more than even the typical Omega. Or are you just craving it more so today?”

“I like what I like. *he says bluntly, his brows twitching rather annoyed by his stereotypes, despite its true background* I am an Alpha, but I am also a human being. Why must you classify everything I do?”

“*frowns, having thought he was making casual conversation - though with someone like Ryuzaki, he can see why he’s touched a nerve* Well, it isn’t every day I get to talk to a foreigner. It’s only natural to be curious.”

“*once Light responds back with a calm retort, embarrassment grows in him, so he quickly avoids eye contact, a small mumble coming out* -- I’m sorry. It’s been slightly overwhelming to come to a new country that's so-- culturally different. I'm certainly not used to it.”

“Mm. *makes a short sound of acknowledgment, figuring already it’s a strange situation for him to go through* Well, why don’t I show you around? It seems you already have a good understanding of the language and manners.”

“You want to show me around? *hesitantly asks, not sure what he’d get from such a thing* I thought you had a meeting to attend to.”

“Around the city after school, I mean. The meeting is before our third period. *is usually not one to make plans with someone of his own accord, even those he considers friends, so doing so feels somewhat strange* Speaking of which, I should get going. As the potential president of the student body, it wouldn’t look good if I were late. *begins to stand, looking towards his watch and noting that he still has a few minutes*”

“*watches the other stand, still not understanding why he’s chosen to do this, and yet he can't bring himself to say no, so he says nothing at all, offering him only a nod in response*”

“*this time, minutes before third period begins, he’s the first in the classroom, settled in the back of the room and fully prepared* *his second class was somewhat of a repeat of the first, having clashed immediately with the bulk of the Alphas, but he has high hopes for this class, even somewhat anticipating to see the ‘perfect’ Alpha back in the flesh* -? *suddenly realizes what he’s thinking, to the point where he literally shakes his head to rid himself of it, sulking back in his seat*”

“*having just finished with the class representatives meeting, he arrives to class just a minute prior to the bell ringing* *takes a look around, noticing this class is much smaller student-wise than his first two, and once he sees Ryuzaki among them, he offers a forced smile, choosing to continue this friendly act* *approaches him, sitting in the free seat to his right, setting his things down* Long time no see.”

“*looks over at him, just slightly more welcoming than the first time, and that's only because of the class putting him in good spirits* How was your meeting? Perfect like you, I assume?”

“*rolls his eyes, though he’s not surprised he keeps referring to him with the same type of terminology, but what’s most annoying is how sarcastic it is* It went well. We’re holding votes next week.”

“I’m sure you’ll win. *adds almost immediately, just to cement his sarcastic nature in, but suddenly he grins* Unless I run against you. I'm sure I have time to add my name in on the ballot.”

“You’d have to work a miracle to get it. *responds rather bluntly, despite the nice tone he speaks in* That said, if you somehow could get the word out to the entire school, people may vote for you just because you’re ‘interesting’.”

“*rolls his eyes, the smile being wiped away for something more nonchalant* I have no desire to be a president, you’re more than welcome to the position.”

!*just as the bell rings he makes his way into the class, a laptop case slung over his shoulder and a smile on his face* Good afternoon, everyone. Welcome to Criminal Analysis. I am Mr. Tsuyaki, and I look forward to a wonderful class with you all. *bows slightly towards his students, before setting his things at his desk and picking up a marker to begin writing on the board*!

“*isn’t interested in the professor until he notes he’s wearing emerald green cufflinks on his suit, and his eyes go up slightly in surprise* He’s a beta.”

“Not every advanced class is led by an Alpha. *mumbles in response as he watches the teacher write on the board, and so he grabs a small notebook from his bag, flipping it open to a blank page and beginning to idly jot down what he writes*”

“Hm. *feels somewhat at ease by that, thinking that he has more of a playing field in an argument’s sake* *simply watches the writing, curious to where it will lead*”

!*once he’s finished, he turns back around, an excited look on his face* So, once you’re finished copying down our introductory notes, I’d like to start our class with a little role play session! I just need two volunteers..!

“*normally wouldn't put himself in the spotlight if necessary, but he decides to do if only to show off his skills* *raises his hand, simply adding* I will, sir. I am Ryuzaki Lawliet.”

!Well done, Mr. Lawliet! Now just one more. Don’t be shy everyone! !

“*a beat of silence passes, no one responding to his request, and somehow the idea of Ryuzaki interacting with any of the other Alphas in the class causes a sudden surge of - jealousy?* .. *questions the feeling for a moment, before calmly raising his hand* I’ll go.”

!Excellent! It’s wonderful to have you, Mr. Yagami. *happy that he didn’t have to force anyone, eagerly gesturing for them to come up as he pulls a chair to the front of the class* Alright, so we’re going to be a scene where one of you will be playing the criminal, and the other a detective. Light, I’ll have you be the detective and Ryuzaki the criminal.!

“*shrugs, not caring either way, especially if it means he gets to sit down while doing this experiment*”

!*leans against his desk, easily explaining the situation* Now, Mr. Yagami, your objective is going to be analysing the main suspect of a murder, which is Ryuzaki here. Ryuzaki, you are going to try and make it as difficult as you can for your prosecutor to get the information he needs, which will force him to try and catch you in lies. *pulls two pieces of paper out from behind his back, handing them to the respected person* These are going to tell you the information you need to get, or what you need to hide in our criminal’s case. If Light gets all of his answers, he wins. If Ryuzaki manages to cover his story, he wins. Sound easy enough? !

“*scans the note-card for his given information, rather intrigued by the idea of competing against Light* *after a moment of thought, he nods* I think I can manage.”

“Alright. *stands and approaches the front of the classroom, taking his card from the teacher with a simple thank you* *begins looking over the notecard, internally frowning once he realizes how much of a piece of cake this will be* Okay, I'm ready. Ryuzaki?”

“*looks up at him, not answering him outright before he’s already beginning their little scene* I don’t know why you have me here, Sir. I've done nothing wrong.”

“Really? *quirks an eyebrow, watching him keenly as they start this roleplay* Then, how about you start telling me why we found you running from the crime scene?”

“Why wouldn’t I run? *questions, his voice even but his volume raises* I found my lover dead, I wanted to get help.”

“Yet you chose to ignore the viable option of your home telephone? Or, not to mention, in today’s society nearly everyone has a cellphone. Did you not think of that?”

“*scoffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest* I'm sorry detective, I unfortunately do not have the luxury of a home telephone. Money is tight, so while we do have cells phones, the service was turn off. I was running to a neighbor’s to use theirs.”

“I’ll send a notice to check on that. *figures there isn't much he can do with that point, so he moves on* How would you describe your relationship with your significant other?”

“*suddenly he breaks eye contact with Light, but only for a moment* It was normal. We had our fair share of arguments, but I felt very strongly for him. He had been my mate since high school.”

“*keeps his eyes on him, noting that he looks away for a second* Would you say you were loyal?”

“Of course I was. *responds instantly, with seriousness behind his worlds* I would never think about betraying him.”

“*decides to be a little bit more direct, speaking calmly but bluntly* And how long have you been seeing other Omegas?”

“*looks taken back by that, even complimented by gasps from several other students in the room, but he keeps calm, even if it’s more strict* I am a monogamous Alpha. Don’t try and turn this on me, Detective. I despise those who go against bond, soul bonded or otherwise.”

“Well, we have a certain Omega, Mr. Higa, in custody who claims to know you - very well. *as they continue roleplaying, he notices Ryuzaki has a certain arrogance to him, more so than he’s noticed* What’s your relationship with him?”

“*didn’t expect him to bring in a concrete piece such as another suspect, and he frowns, eyes narrowing* Mr. Higa is a close friend, it is true, but I'm sorry to say he may have lied to you, detective. He is also an Alpha.”

“That is, unless you’re the Omega. *smiles, the line obviously a joke, and he continues on* We also questioned your neighbor. She says she’s grown concerned over the last year how much you and your partner were arguing.”

“*the comment doesn’t go unnoticed, even so much as it causes him to pause until he sees the smile on his face, his glower staying, which thankfully adds to his character* Tell me, does a rocky phase in your relationship mean you’re going to kill your partner? *moves forward, pointing an accusing finger at him* You could also ask my neighbor about how I wasn’t home during the time of my partner’s murder, but you policemen always think you have your stories straight and don’t dare stray from it. ”

“*frowns, eyes narrowing in aggravation* Don’t turn this around on me. *leans forward with arms crossed, almost forgetting this is fake* You were home during the murder. How else could you run away from there? The autopsy indicates he hadn’t been dead much longer than a few minutes before we arrived on scene.”

“I return home every day at the same time, 5:15. *he states fiercely, no room for argument in his tone* And at 5:15 I walked in to see my lover’s body, and I hadn’t even left the entrance. I pause because I’m not a doctor, and I knew I had no other option but to get help if I wanted a chance for his life. If I killed him, why would I run, on a public straight, in pure daylight, detective? Why would I have screamed for everyone to hear? Isn’t that in your report?”

“.. I don’t recall you screaming. *says simply, having already run out of evidence bullet points on his notecard, so he sets it down, a little harshly as he grows frustrated by the situation* Listen. I know you did it. So fess up already.”

“*scoffs, leaning forward to him, an air of challenge on his face as he raises his hands towards him* If you know, then put me away.”

“ ... *feels his rage steadily building, and he stares hard at him with an equally challenging expression* .. I don’t believe you’re innocent, and I’m never wrong.”

“Perhaps you’re too connected to this, detective. *he offers, seeing he has an angle to act on* Perhaps this is the first case that wasn’t simple for you to solve. You’ve hit an end and now you must force your will on someone innocent because you’re afraid of ruining your perfect reputation.”

“*his eyes sharpen as he finishes his short monologue, a thought striking him* How do you know so much about me? Have you been researching the police?”

“*his eyebrow goes up, looking as if Light has lost his mind* I know nothing about you, detective. The most I know is the last name on your badge. I just know your type of person. *he grins* Don’t get so cocky to think I care about who you are. All I want is the freedom I deserve.”

“You don’t deserve any freedom. You murdered your husband, and you deserve to be locked up in jail. *continues, his voice growing steadily louder* If you think I’m going to let you --”

!Whoa, whoa, you two!! *suddenly breaks into between them, a little in awe at how subdued he, and the entire class for that measure, had been at the scene, but from Light’s growing temper he knew it was time to cut it off* That was fantastic, I wouldn’t have done any better myself!

“*easily snaps out of whatever persona he was portraying, biting down on his thumb as he looks up at the teacher, but every so often he glances toward Light, who still has pure anger in his eyes*”

!*takes the paper he had been writing on, scanning it quickly before he speaks anymore* As I’m sure you all guessed, Ryuzaki’s character did indeed kill his spouse. While Mr. Yagami was right to play on the potential of him killing to be with another lover, it was in fact the opposite, as his lover was the one who had the affair. Light, you made great points, but I’m sorry to say that Ryuzaki was able to best you by 6 points, so the criminal won.!

“*didn’t think he’d care so much about winning, but suddenly he’s filled with satisfaction, if only because he bested the one who seems so hard to beat* *grins, giving a small bow the teacher as to be polite* Thank you, Sir.”

“ ... Yes. Thank you. *calms down once the teacher interrupted them, and he stands up straight, letting his arms fall to his sides* *bows slightly towards their teacher, before beginning towards his seat - all the while, he can’t help but shift his vision towards Ryuzaki, watching his every move, and he wonders how he could have lost in the first place* ...”

!A round of applause for a wonderful demonstration! *the class gives a steady applause before he grins, turning back to the board* So lets talk about what the detective could have done to make sure the criminal gave him what he wanted! Our first lesson will be about body language! If you’ll open your books to page...!

“*does the same as Light, doing his best to make sure his face is back to normal, despite how he feels on the inside* *keeps to himself, looking straight ahead as the teacher calls for their attention*”

“*doesn’t bother paying attention to what their teacher is saying, instead staring outside once more, attempting to force his rage to subside, but it doesn’t seem to be working so far* ...”

**after class**

“*once the bell has rung and he’s grabbed his bag, he’s out the door before he can make eye contact with anyone - particularly Ryuzaki, and he begins making his way down the hallway* ..”

“*before he manages to even collect all of his things, he notices Light leaving rather abruptly from the classroom* -? *he isn’t sure why, but he feels suddenly compelled to follow him, quickly grabbing his things and walking quickly out of the classroom* *he takes a few moments to scan the hallway, before he locks onto Light, almost jogging to catch up to him* Yagami, you left so quickly that you didn’t copy the assignment from the board.”

“*surprised to hear Ryuzaki’s voice behind him, and he almost doesn’t believe it’s actually him until he catches up* *can’t come up with a logical reason as to why he’s here other than to bother him, so he responds crudely* I didn’t have to. I memorized it.”

“*almost flinches at the tone he gives off, internally cursing his instincts for its sensitivity to behaviour, but he quickly masks it away* I can tell you’re upset, there’s no need to hold it back.”

“You made a fool out of me. *begins to walk a little faster, in effort to escape him and just get to his next class peacefully* You did it purposefully.”

“*is a little surprised that he’s acting almost childishly about this, but he understands that Light seems to have a lot in common with the one who was acting to be in concerns of always being right* We were on opposing sides and I did what I assigned to do. My goal wasn't to embarrass you. You couldn’t expect me to just give up so easily. ”

“*realizes his anger is mostly out of momentary resentment, so he does his best to hold back and calm down* … You’re right. *settles at a slower pace, allowing the other to easily follow alongside him* .. You were just doing the assignment.”

“I was. *he repeats with a small nod* *does not wanting to seem sympathetic, as he knows he’s in the right, but he still tries to be easy about the situation* You must be bored with everything going your way, it should be nice to have competition.”

“A bit of friendly competition is always healthy. *looks towards him with a smile, despite the settling rage he feels* Have you worked cases before?”

“As in detective cases? *he asks, before giving a small nod* Watari used to allow me to help him when he still practiced detective work.”

“*offers a short nod of understanding in return* That’s nice of him. I’m sure it was a good experience. *turns the corner, heading down the hallway, simultaneously watching him from the corner of his eye* .. What’s your next class? Or do you just like following me?”

“*rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t play into his attempt at gauging a reaction* My fourth period is self-study. I’m just going in the direction of the hall where that’s located.”

“.. I have that period as well. *isn’t sure if he feels pleased or irritated over this fact, instead feeling a strange combination of both* Well, at least this means we can study together, if you’d like.”

“You’d like to study with me? I thought you were still angry. *he says with a small amused smile, before quickly moving to another subject so the other doesn’t have time to fester* Is self-study a co-ed classroom? Are there omegas?”

“Typically they try, but the self-study mostly consists of Alphas. Usually they don’t have enough Omegas to justify having a separate section open each period, so the classes always end up co-ed. *begins towards the door once he sees it, gesturing towards it* Not that it matters. There are enough study rooms for everyone’s individual use, if they want it. There’s also a large room where people can study together instead.”

“*relieved to hear they are at least able to try, that being some progress compared to what’s mainly going on about this school* *isn’t sure why, but he feel compelled to keep Light close to him, if only to pick his brain* We don’t have much to study today. We’ll get a room together and discuss more, see if we have anything in common beyond our gender.”

“That sounds fine. *contemplated giving an excuse, not knowing if he’d be up to it today, but he can’t help the part of him that wants to continue this conversation* You don’t want to actually study?”

“Perhaps we’ll do a little of both. *gives him a cheeky smile, thumb propped up against his lip* Maybe I could tutor you so we’re on the same level.”

“Yeah, right. *can’t help his annoyed attitude slip through, but he suspects the comment is a joke* Today wasn’t even a good indication of what you know or don’t. *pushes open the door once they reach it, exposing the large study area with bookshelves of references, doors all along the sides leading into private study rooms*”

((This is like a prequel to the original AU))

“*eyes open up at the sight of the room, it looking more lavish than he expected* *follows him as he figures the other knows what he’s doing* You should just assume I’m intelligent. You said so yourself that it’s very unlikely for new students to come this late in one’s career.”

((this ain’t a library moo))

“There are people who are good on paper without being that intelligent. Memorizing facts isn’t a sure fire method. *leads them to one of the study rooms, already expecting it to be empty since he’s informally claimed it since his first year*”

((It was a general comment ass))

“I am not that type of person. *he states matter-of-factly, not wanting him to mistake it* You’ll see that after I surpass you as best in the class.”

“*smirks, opening the door and entering, before closing it behind Ryuzaki* You can try, I guess. Just don’t be down when it doesn’t work.”

“You’re quite confident, aren't you? *looks around the room, noting it’s relatively ordinary, but it is still particularly nice considering* *sits in a chair to the side, looking rather mischievous behind his monotone stare* Do you have a lot of girls in here, Light? I'm sure everyone swoons at the chance for a ‘private tutor session’ with you.”

((L is trying to be gross because he thinks that's how Alphas talk, he thinks they're gross and they are))

“*rolls his eyes, taking the seat opposite of Ryuzaki* Well, if you listen to rumors, then yes, I’ve had supposedly almost every girl on the cheerleading team. Sometimes more than one at a time, depending on who you talk to.”

“*feels nauseous at just the thought of it, not understand why rumors such of those are considered good for one’s reputation* *looks at him, trying to figure out who Light really is* And? Is it true? Are you in no short supply of females?”

“Requests? No. *responds simply, for some reason finding something about his reaction strange - though everything about Ryuzaki has proven strange so far, so he doesn’t think too much on it* I’ve never followed through though.”

“*slightly surprised by that, thinking Light of all people would bask in such, so he presses further* Why is that? Just from what I’ve seen today there are plenty of beautiful ones here.”

“Not interested. Like I’ve said, I prioritize my studies above them. There’s no point in it. *directs the conversation suddenly towards him, curious* Are you interested in anyone you’ve seen today?”

“*he isn’t sure why, but hearing that fills him with a sense of- relief? He isn’t sure, but he’s content with the answer* *brings up his feet to sit in a more comfortable position, giving him a small shrug of his shoulders, his voice easily selling a lie* A few. They are- smaller than I’m used to, very cute.”

“That’s typical. *wants to comment that he’s fairly small himself and that’s perhaps why he’d prefer a smaller Omega, but he holds it back, figuring it might sound impolite* Are you picky over gender?”

“Not particularly, no. *he says, nonchalant as he chews on the tip of his thumb* The male omegas are just as valuable as the females. *makes sure to keep his eyes on Light as he responds* And you?”

“I haven’t thought about it too much. *isn’t too fond of the conversation shifting back to him, so he asks another question* Maybe you’ll meet someone at the co-ed party.”

“*wants to roll his eyes, already knowing that that won’t happen, but he plays along* Perhaps. Maybe there is an omega that I’m willing to change my mind for.”

“Change your mind? *doesn’t understand the phrasing, so he questions it without too much care*”

((sorry 4 short repo))

“I don’t want a mate. *he clarifies, making sure he can understand where he’s coming from* But I don’t consider myself closed off to anything. Maybe I could find something I’m missing here that I never expected to be missing.”

“... Maybe. *for some reason, his choice of wording sends a flurry of uncomfortable emotion through his gut, and he stares at him, trying to understand it* ..”

“*can obviously feel Light’s eyes on him, and while it’s uncomfortable, he mainly wants to understand what the look is for* Is it that strange?”

“... No. Not at all. *realizes he had been staring for too long, so he provides a distraction by reaching into his bag, pulling out the book from their Criminal Analysis class as a gesture of asking if he wants to study soon* .. I actually feel the same.”

“I suppose we’ll see what comes from it. *decides to move closer in, making the best out of the situation while masking any feelings he doesn’t quite understand* Will you still be taking me on a tour today?”

“If you still want to. *notices him closer only after he's moved, unintentionally stiffening up* It's a big city, but I can show you some places I like. That is, unless you're interested in the bigger social scene, but I don't think you seem the type.”

“Good observation. *responds as he takes the book in his care, opening it up to a certain page* I’d appreciate some in-person memories to collaborate with my historical background of the city, so I'd like that.”

“You researched this place? *can't help the sudden quiet chuckle he emits, the idea of Ryuzaki spending hours reading up on the history of the city somehow amusing* I can't say I'm surprised. You seem the type. Hopefully it doesn't disappoint.”

“*a grin forms as the other laughs, it feeling genuine and more comfortable to engage with, so it leaves himself feeling at ease to engage him just a little more* I’m sure it won’t.”

“Mm. *notices the page he's turned to, but somehow, he isn't all that interested in studying, and so instead he starts to think of places to go* … Well, we could always go to one of the libraries. It has a large courtyard, and some of the plants are still in bloom. *realizes quite suddenly he's going out of his way to entertain another student, but again, he tries to remind himself he's only doing this to satisfy whatever this strange interest is*”

“*just as Light, the textbook dulls in comparison to listening to the other speak, as he’s already imagined a lovely, peaceful library that he could do independent work from* *he nods, shifting just slightly so he can give him more attention* I’d also like to visit a shrine. I find them fascinating, especially due to their rich backgrounds.”

“Hm. I didn’t think you’d be interested in that. *knows there’s several, but he recalls one in particular he used to go to very often* .. Alright. I know one I can take you to.”

“*decides to explain himself at the other’s surprise, lightly rolling his thumb against his bottom lip* I’m not religious by any means, but I do respect the practice and history behind it. The atmosphere is always calm, and I've wanted to experience it myself.”

“*watches him closely, noticing the subtle action and for some reason he’s momentarily mesmerized by it - but it only lasts a second before he shakes himself from it* .. You’re right, it’s a very peaceful atmosphere. I used to go all the time, but now it’s only occasionally, with my family.”

“Really? *seems genuinely curious, he brow even lifting up just slightly to form a new expression* I would assume you would be the religious type, considering how close-knit you stay toward the caste system.”

“Religion has never been a main concern of mine. Dealing with idiots every day, especially ones who are trying to sleep with me, is. *is surprised by his own honesty, so instead he decides to pick his brain, legitimately curious* Why are you so against the caste system yourself?”

“*wants to instantly argue with his point, but he holds back once the question is turned on himself, giving him the same opportunity* I don’t think a human being’s worth should be measured by what their instincts force them to want. *he states, his voice serious* There are some betas stronger than many alphas I've seen. There are omegas far more intelligent than some alphas also. Yet, because they are superior in giving birth, that’s what society thinks should be their sole purpose in life.”

“Well, if an Omega is interested in intellectual activities, they can do it as a hobby. There’s a shortage of population as it is, and if Omegas decide they don’t want to do what it is they’re best at, we could be looking at a declining population. *speaks factually, crossing his arms comfortably, wondering how Ryuzaki could think so childishly*”

((but light, u said u dont want a mate, arent u wasting your genetic potential as well))

“*gives him the most blunt look he could possibly muster, wondering how Light made it this far with such intelligence* I never assumed Omegas would stop having children. Of course they would continue if that's what they desire, but it should be more accessible for them to have other jobs beyond caretakers. An omega can be a parent and a doctor, the two aren't independent.”

“It depends on the situation. *decides he doesn't want to continue arguing, growing tired of it* Besides, why is this so personal to you?”

“*at first he doesn't know what to respond with, as he clearly can't tell him the truth even if he wanted to, but knows an equal experience that shows his feelings just the same* I had a childhood friend who was an omega. He was very intelligent, and always had high dreams, but his parents were against it course. So he was forced into marriage and was bred before he was even seventeen. He had to quit school, and know he’s living a life he doesn't want. *grimaces, suddenly feeling much more uneasy* It makes my skin crawl to see someone’s life wasted.”

“*somehow, despite immediately disbelieving him, he finds it hard to not take his words to heart - but it isn’t too hard to convince himself that’s ridiculous, so he offers a simple explanation* … Well, maybe a certain percentage are capable. But I don’t think so for the most part.”

“*doesn't get frustrated over Light’s not-so change of heart, as he knows there isn’t much he can say to enlighten someone so set in their ways, so he gently lets the topic go* We are both allowed to believe what we want, but for now let's focus on something else. *gently taps the book on the table* Like this.”

“*raises an eyebrow, not expecting it* You’re interested in studying? *smiles* If you’re so intelligent, and I am too, then what’s the point?”

“*scoffs, the attempt at him trying to get out of studying amusing* Would you like to continue staring at me for the rest of our school day then?”

“ - I’m not staring. *responds suddenly and defensively, eyebrows furrowing* *grabs the book, lifting it up for his own viewing, and he turns to chapter five - ‘Verbal Cues and Body Language’*”

“*simply observes him for a moment, head supported by his hand as he glances over at the alpha with amusement still present* *decides not to spoil the moment, simply shifting his vision down to the book to silently follow along*”

“*thinks the comment was likely a joke and an effort to get a reaction out of him, but he remains annoyed* *despite such, he shifts the book so he can read along, and once he’s finished with the short intro, he flips the page, not bothering to ask if Ryuzaki is finished*”

“*once the final bell of the day has rung, he steps out of the main entrance doors with students filtering out around him* *all in all the day wasn’t as bad as he was expecting, despite a few hiccups along the way* *waits out in a small spot of shade, expecting his new acquaintance out at any minute*”

“*sure enough, he calmly appears within a few minutes, and immediately he spots the disheveled appearance of Ryuzaki, waving over to him as he walks over to him* *speaks once he reaches him* Well, are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be. *says quietly, starting to walk down the sidewalk to where a dressed up male standing in front of a black car is waiting for him* I hope you don’t mind my driver escorting us.”

“Driver? *had thought they'd be walking, since it isn't too far - or even taking a train, and he notices the car waiting* Where do you get that kind of money, Ryuzaki?”

“*gestures him to follow, walking up to the car once the driver sees him* Watari made a considerable amount of money as a detective. I'm only a high school student after all, I can't provide for myself. *the driver opens the door for both of them and he climbs in, waiting for him to take the driver’s seat* Just tell him where to go.”

“Still, this seems excessive. *his point is only proven further as he notices the clean, luxurious interior, and once he sits down completely and buckles his seat belt, he runs his hand over the expensive leather* ..”

“*doesn't see anything excessive about it, as he’s used to it from his years of growing up under Watari, but he enjoys seeing Light’s expression* We can't stay here forever.”

“ - Right. *notices the other man is waiting in the driver’s seat, so he speaks up* Sensoji Temple of Asakusa, please.”

“*watches his driver give Light a small bow before he begins to drive, leaving them to focus on each other* Did your first day back go as you expected?”

“It was typical. Nothing special. *leans back against his seat, looking over towards Ryuzaki* How about you? Was your first day here any different than your past school?”

“It certainly was. *he says, his tone showing as if that was obvious* The culture aside, I’m used to everyone knowing who I am and how I operate. I was spoiled in the sense.”

“So everyone just assumed you were the most intelligent. *states matter-of-factly, but he isn’t surprised, and he wonders if maybe that’s why he feels a strange liking towards him, as he’s one of the only people he’s ever met whose intelligent is on par with his own*”

“It wasn’t as if I didn’t make that apparent on my own in the beginning. *states clearly, just so he doesn’t think anything else* When I was three, I already had created a thesis on sleeping disorders because my stuffed rabbit’s eyes wouldn’t close at night.”

“ - *can’t help but to suddenly laugh, finding that all too amusing, and while typically he’d think it was a preposterous story, somehow it seems very fitting for Ryuzaki* Have you ever had an imaginary friend? *as he speaks, he turns to look out the window, watching as they transcend further away from the city*”

“*shakes his head, knowing he never liked the thought of an imaginary friend* I preferred leaving my imagination to things like books. Friends have never been a priority. *looks toward him after a while of glancing around, curious* Did you?”

“No. You just seemed the type. *looks towards him as well, no longer interested in the scenery* … Do you have any friends?”

“*thinks about that for a moment while a small frown goes to his lips* I didn’t like people very much. I had acquaintances, but no one I would consider a friend.”

“Hm. *considers that, and in some sense, he can find similarities between them - despite that, he decides to speak before Ryuzaki can redirect the conversation towards him* Perhaps you’ll find more friends here.”

“*his brow goes up, and he can’t help but give him a cheeky smile* Are you planning on being one of those friends, Light Yagami?”

“If you’d like. *the statement comes out easily, but it’s unintentional, as he has the habit of letting things like that slip out, but somehow, the connotation is different this time* .. Unless that’s a problem.”

“*doesn't know how to respond, as he didn't think he’d actually say yes, and he never put much priority in friendships before* *shrugs simply, but his look is soft* That’s fine. Having a popular friend may put me with some advantages.:

“Ah. *of course doesn’t believe him, not knowing how knowing someone popular would be beneficial for him* Anyone could have shown you around the city, you know. Not just a popular student.”

“But you could help me in several different aspects school-wise, especially if you become the president instead of me. *grins, clearly teasing*”

“*raises an eyebrow, wondering if his intentions are elsewhere* Even as president, I wouldn’t have a lot of influence over what goes on in the school. It’s more of a social thing. *smiles, and he teases in return* Are you still planning on running against me?”

“Perhaps. Or I could just allow you to take the position while I take vice president. *muses, biting against his thumb* Then you will do all the work and I will reap the credit.”

“There's already someone who plans on being Vice President. That girl you met earlier - The Alpha, Kiyomi. *doesn’t think he's at all serious, but it's an amusing conversation* She would beat you.”

“Oh? *his brow goes up, a little challenge in his eyes* I think I could manage that position, even if I am new. I have quite the acting skills.”

“Acting? *raises an eyebrow, confused by the wording* Well, you are an Alpha, so you're at least qualified. But, I'm afraid you don't know too much about our school politics to even act correctly.”

“*doesn’t mind his doubt, as Light clearly has an interest in keeping him an inferior just for his ego’s sake, so he shrugs* We’ll see.”

((I don’t really wanna roleplay the sight-seeing ://))

((u just wanna rp making out))

“*notices they’re approaching deeper into the city, where just beyond is the shrine they're visiting* *decides to settle back in his seat, mulling his words over in his head as they rest in comfortable silence the rest of the way* …..”

**a week later**

“*having finished his day at school, he begins walking out the building, everyone around him discussing excitedly the multi-gendered party taking place at Misa’s house tonight* *as he tunes out their conversations, he sees Ryuzaki just ahead, leaving the building as well and likely heading home* *picks up his pace a little, not understanding why the sudden need to catch him before he goes, calling out his name once he catches up just moments later* - Ryuzaki. Are you leaving?”

“*just managed to make it outside before he notices Light calling out to him* *turns around, saving his pace to wait until Light is closer, to which then he nods* I was about to go home and begin work on tonight’s assignment. Why, do you need something?”

“I’m sure you've heard of Misa’s party tonight. We mentioned it yesterday. *stands directly in front of him, and for some reason, he feels compelled to invite him* Are you going?”

“*seems immediately disinterested as he shifts books around in his hand* As you’re aware, I’m not a fan of parties. I think it would be best to go and do my work.”

“*had figured as such, and he offers a simple shrug* That’s too bad. I have to go, and it would have been nice to know someone decent there.”

“*at that, he becomes more aware, somehow enjoying the thought of being wanted by the other* You have many friends, why would I be the only one to make you enjoy it?”

“*shrugs, again, beginning walking along the sidewalk so as to make forward progress with heading home, expecting Ryuzaki to follow* You’re interesting to talk to. I don't plan on staying long, anyway.”

“Then why go? *he asks as a rhetorical, a small grin on his face* *he can’t understand why, but now he’s compelled to accept the other’s invitation, so as they walk forward, his voice is quiet, more in his throat as he speaks* What will happen there, if I go?”

“*looks towards him, curious* Have you never been to a party? *realizes the question is idiotic the moment he says it, so he continues on* Talking, dancing. There will be food, too. Misa’s parents also have a library.”

“Ah, so just an average get-together. *he sums it, surprised, as he was thinking along the lines of something much more-- teenager* ..Then I suppose it won’t hurt to go for a short while, just so you won’t be bored, that is.”

((It will be more teenager lol))

“*surprised he's actually agreed, but he can't say he isn't pleased* Do you want a ride there? Or -- *notices the familiar, black car from the other day, waiting for Ryuzaki* -- Do you have that covered?”

“I think I’ll manage on my own. You can send me the address. *pulls out the cellphone from his pocket, taking a moment to get to the correct page and handing it to Light* Put in your number.”

“*for some reason, he hadn't presumed Ryuzaki to be the type to have - or at least carry around nice things like cell phones, but he realizes that it's likely a necessity for him* *wordlessly accepts the phone, typing his name and number in, before returning it* I don't think it's a stretch to assume you’re not the texting type.”

((like texting on a reg basis))

“Oh, no, I love to text. Every minute of every day. *says, clearly sarcastic, but it has a playful tone to it* *puts his phone back in his pocket, turning on his heel and giving him a backwards wave as he starts to his car* I’ll see you later tonight. Goodbye, Mr. Yagami.”

“*stills for a moment, caught off guard by his humor, and something about it is more amusing than usual* .. *hides a conflicted smile, raising his hand to wave despite Ryuzaki already being turned around* See you there.”

“*as soon as his car stop at its destination, he gets out, offering a small sound of gratitude before he shuts the door* *looks at the large home in front of him, impressed by its beauty, but rather put off by the music coming inside* *decides to continue either way, walking up to the door and just entering, as he presumes everyone has been doing so either way*”

%*in the main room with Misa by her side, chatting with those around with mild interest before she notices another person walk in the door* ? *frowns as soon as he sees the spiky black hair, not expecting him to actually show up* It looks like you have another guest.%

%Huh? *looks over, and once she notices the unmistakable disheveled appearance of Ryuzaki, she immediately huffs* What’s he doing here? Who invited him?%

%You did, darling. *she says with as much kindness as she can muster* But surely he wouldn’t come without pressure from someone else. I wonder..%

“*looks around the entrance for a moment before he wanders around, eventually coming across Misa and Kiyomi, not interested in talking to them but knowing they’ll have information* Hello. Where is Light?”

%*looks confused for a moment as she tries to remember inviting Ryuzaki, and when she does, she remembers thinking it would be impossible he’d actually show up* *once he approaches, she puts on a fake, happy smile, knowing she needs to keep up appearances, momentarily* Light? Oh - *thinks, tapping her chin* Last I saw him was in the second living room!%

%*just watches Ryuzaki as Misa explains, sharp eyes scanning his pathetic figure, and she almost feels nauseous just by looking at him* When do you as Light become so close? Didn’t you just spend an entire afternoon with him?%

“*was just about to leave before Takada rudely make herself part of the conversation, his eyes down with no amusement* When did it become your business who he spends his time with?”

%-? *didn't expect such a foul response, her eyes instantly darkening as she rises from her seat to stand threatening close to him* You may be an alpha, but you still have a proper place here, and it is far below me.%

%*her nice facade drops immediately as he speaks so rudely to Takada, to which her eyes light up in anger* *nods abruptly in agreement to what she has to say, before continuing herself* You realize he's only being “nice” to you because you're a new student! He's just trying to look good to become the student body president.%

“*his glance flickers between the two of them, but he mainly keeps track of Takada, of course not backing down to her despite her attempts to force him* *he can't avoid the strange feeling of doubt in Light, but he quickly reminds himself that it doesn't matter, so he stays strong* Enjoy your evening. *is all he responds with before he turns on his heel, heading in the direction Misa pointed*”

%*doesn’t stop glaring until he’d out of her sight completely, and then she huffs, completely annoyed now* He should only hope we have mercy on him, or the rest of the year will play none in his favor.%

%*nods in agreement, huffing audibly* He’s also obviously stupid if he thinks Light actually cares about him.%

“*sitting in the living room, looking through one of the tableside tourist books as a few other peers around him talking animatedly to him and each other* *responds occasionally, as needed, flipping through the pages at the same time*”

“*after the experience with the two girls he left in a sour mood, not to mention the countless amount of careless teenagers all through the home, but as soon as he reaches the living room and sees Light, he feels somewhat better* *decides to sneak up behind him, leaving down and whispering in his ear* Boo.”

“*actually jumps slightly from the sudden familiar voice in his ear, not having had the privilege of the other students around him to have noticed him either and point him out, and immediately he turns in Ryuzaki’s direction* - You came.”

“*nods, walking around him once he’s made his reveal so that he can catch a seat beside him* Though I’ve been here not even ten minutes and I seem to have upset the hosts. *he says with very little care, leaving his head on his hand* I don’t think the alpha girl likes me very much.”

“*smiles, laughing a little* Don’t feel offended; they don’t like much of anyone. *the students talking to him don’t pay attention to him now, instead talking amongst themselves* What did they say?”

“*feels strange actually admitting what they were talking about, but he responds in a casual tone, just to make it seem like no deal* They assume I think that I’m more valuable than everyone else because you invited me.”

“This party is for everyone. Misa even said so. *figures it would be like her to invite everyone and then complain about it, and he shuts the book, setting it back on the coffee table* Well, are you having fun so far, besides that?”

“I just arrived, I haven't had any chance to have ‘fun’. *responds honestly while he looks around the room, noting every seeming to have a great time, and even greater for those with cups in their hands* Is it normal to have co-ed parties like this? Aren't they dangerous?”

“They don’t have co-ed parties very often. Usually, if an Omega’s in heat, they just don’t show up. We haven’t had an incident in a while. *looks around as well, noticing people are already getting into the alcohol - but he figures they still have some time before it gets crazier* .. Though, it’s not uncommon for an Omega to go into heat early during a party.”

“What? *asks, somewhat dumbfounded that a group of young adults could handle that situation, and he even grows internally concerned* What do you do? Alphas under the influence and exposed to heat pheromones are lethal.”

“As far as I’ve been here, it’s only happened twice. Both times, the party disbanded almost immediately, and the other Omegas helped protect them. *vaguely recalls the situation last year, but he had left before, both times* I wasn’t there to actually witness it though. I imagine it would have been difficult for the Alphas, but... *trails off, deciding to not continue, and he hopes Ryuzaki doesn’t push it* .. Let’s just hope that doesn’t happen this time.”

“*he nods, not able to comprehend the possibility or what would become of the situation, but he hopes along with Light that it won’t be an issue* Are Misa’s parents wealthy? *asks as a side, still observing the luxurious decor in the room*”

“*nods, looking around and noticing how extravagant everything is, despite having seen it plenty of times* Misa’s mother is a model, and her father is a surgeon, so they’re definitely well off.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised; she looks like the type to enjoy the finer things in life. *stands up, suddenly having an interest to roam around* I’m sure you know her house relatively well. Guide me around.”

((i’m so fucking excited fam))

“*raises an eyebrow, surprised, as he expected Ryuzaki to want to stay in one spot* Really? *asks rhetorically, before standing, placing his hands in his pockets comfortably as he examines the other* Alright then. It’s a rather large house, though.”

“I think I’ll survive. *starts to look around as they exit, and he swears some of the people have yet to migrate at all from where they were when he came in* Where are you taking me then?”

“We can see most of the main rooms if we walk along this main hallway. *follows, gesturing to the large, oversized hallway with a grand staircase, and he heads down along it, avoiding the stairs and managing to avoid all the students hanging out* *as he approaches the next room, he gestures inside, which you can see through the glass window in the door* That’s Misa’s father’s study. - Hence why it’s locked.”

“It beautiful. *mumbles as he looks in, seeing a plethora of books and elegant wooden furniture* And they’re okay with this gathering? Or is this something everyone will have to take to their graves?”

“*smiles* According to Misa, her parents are alright with this. But I’m still not too sure. *as they continue down the hallway, there are less students, only a few sitting in a circle on the side, playing a game* This is only the second time a party’s been held at Misa’s. *as they continue down, he gestures to the next room, a large arc opening into an extravagant living room* This is their primary living room.”

“Primary? *he mumbles, having to crane his neck to see everything* *examines some of the different ‘artifacts’ of the room, including some of the family photos, which occasionally have Takada in as well* I assume Misa and Koyomi have been together for some time, considering how young they look in these photos. Were they arranged together?”

“Not officially, but they introduced them, and they took a liking to each other. *observes the pictures, noticing they actually look genuinely happy* ... I guess it’s better that way, though.”

“*even if he hasn’t found any fondness with them, he has to agree* I’ve never been one for arranged courtships. I understand from the past where it could be a necessity, but not in our modern setting. *takes a glance back at Light, suddenly interested* Have you been victim to such a proposal?”

“My parents have a few ideas for me, but I’ve assured them I want to finish college first. *secretly, he knows he just wants to avoid the inevitable, but he doesn’t say that aloud* *looks towards him, skeptical* Have you?”

“*beings that their situations are slightly different, he of course has to modify his story, but he gives a shrug of his shoulders nonetheless* My guardian and I have an agreement about my policies on omegas being forced into marriage, so no, I won’t be taking part in that tradition.”

“How nice. You must feel lucky, then. *feels a certain envy towards him, but he hides it well* *as they approach towards the back, a large, white and decorated kitchen in homely fashion lays beyond another arch* This is the kitchen. Usually, they don’t cook though, but sometimes Misa does.”

“*as they go along, he grows more and more impressed with the place, despite coming from a home of also grand architecture* It’s a marvelous place. Misa must be overjoyed to live in such a space, though I’m sure it’s easily grown accustomed to. *slides his fingertips against a glossy countertop, it of course sparkling clean* How did you become friends again?”

(I think I just have a freudian slip - as soon as I thought of kitchen I thought of like L on the counter with ya know things happening to him)

((moo wtf XD))

“*notices a few plates of mostly untouched hors d’oeuvres, consisting of various small snacks and sweets* *as Ryuzaki questions him, he has to think about it, but he distinctly remembers it was never an intentional thing* ... We became friends when we entered high school. I think it was mainly based on our shared interests. For example, both Kiyomi and I wanted to be a part of the class representatives, and we shared a lot of similar ideas.”

((it was mainly bc they both agreed on liking the hierarchy and both think they’re superior, etc))

“Hm, seems like a average beginning. *speaks as he also eyes the snacks, plucking a small cake-type sweet and taking a bite* But I can’t help but feel you’re somewhat different than them, in terms of your intelligence. You seem more- open, I guess you could say.”

“Open? *questions curiously, as there are more ways than one to interpret that* *idly takes a piece of mango from the tray of fruit, figuring he hasn’t had anything sweet in a while*”

((lol u kno those people who think eating fruit as a dessert is a thing))

“You may have thought some of my ideals were completely strange, but you are one of the few that hasn’t ridiculed me completely for them. *his eyes grow a little more familiar as he looks at him* I know it’s only been a short time since we’ve met, but I am grateful for that.”

“*is surprised he’s brought this up so suddenly, and still, he can’t help but wonder why Ryuzaki feels so personally obligated to have this strong of any opinion* ... No problem. *breaks eye contact, taking another piece of fruit in his hand, but he doesn’t eat it quite yet* .. I only think you shouldn’t be so loud about your opinions. Kiyomi, and the others like her, are very persistent about having everyone think the same way. Being on her bad side hasn’t tended to bode well.”

“I think I can handle my own, Light. Don’t worry. *stays quiet for a moment, a sudden thought coming to mind, something that he knows won’t go well if he allows it to be know, but as he looks toward Light it’s as if his lips have a mind of their own* -- Have you ever wanted to do something taboo? Something not along with everyone else?”

“*raises an eyebrow, noting internally that Ryuzaki has a rather strange way of putting things, and he has the tendency to bring things up randomly - though, he suspects it’s because he’s constantly in thought more so than in the moment* - Like what?”

“*just as the irrational thought comes, he immediately catches himself, standing upright and starting to walk away without warning* Nothing, it was a silly rhetorical question. I’d like to go further now.”

“*hesitates, wondering if he should pry further, but he doesn’t* .. Alright. *places the piece of strawberry in his mouth, chewing and swallowing it as he heads out of the kitchen once more* *to the right is a darkened hallway, obviously not in use by anyone else, and at the end lies a large, wooden door* Down here is the library.”

((i feel rly weird bc i’m imagining this house a certain way and ur probably imagining smth totally different))

“They have a library as well? *obviously curious, as he didn’t expect there to be such a thing, but he’s certainly interested in it’s contents* *starts to go inside, turning on the light to expose several rows of bookshelves, all with different subjects of various levels of logic* - It’s very nice.”

“I told you that. *having been in this library many times to borrow books, he isn’t as affected, but he still appreciates the overall quality of the room itself* There are a lot of medical books, but there’s many other subjects as well.”

“*decides to look around, picking up a few books at a time to read their summaries or gauge their purpose, while simultaneously giving himself time to quiet whatever strange lingering thoughts are going through his mind* ...”

“*notices something strange about his behavior, and he contemplates bringing it up* .. Found anything yet? *passes his fingers over one of the shelves, idly recognizing the titles, but he fixes his attention of the lithe figure in the corner of his eye*”

“There’s plenty I’d love to actually read. It’s too bad I don't find Misa’s friendship valuable enough. *he pretends to joke, even if it is true, just to keep things on the right path*”

“*laughs a little - and it’s actually genuine, rather than forced* I’m sure if you play your cards right, you could pretend to be Misa’s friend.”

“I don't think I would even want that. *he says honestly, glancing toward him with a passive expression* You could leave me here, if you like. I'm sure you have friends looking for you.”

“I invited you here, didn’t I? *sees one book in particular, but he doesn’t yet grab it, figuring he can come back at some point later and retrieve it* And I said I did so you could keep me company.”

“*doesn’t respond, but he swears his heart quickens at the declaration, to which he thoroughly denies* *looks toward the door, thinking it may be best to be back with the crowd* We should go.”

“*for some reason, he feels his heart quicken a bit, and he wonders if it's a mild sugar rush, but he hardly ate any amount of sugar* .. *finally registers what Ryuzaki said, to which he frowns* Why? We just got here.”

“There’s no reason to dwell here. After all, we’re away from the rest of the party. *comments as he keeps his back turned, trying to tell himself that it’s only his emotions getting worked up, but something keeping screaming at him to get closer to Light, which only makes him walk away* - It’s just a regular library, we can leave--”

“What’s wrong with you? *can’t help but to immediately state the obvious, even if it comes out rude, as he can tell the other Alpha is acting strange, even for him* *as soon as that thought crosses his mind, he feels a dizzying confusion subconsciously envelop him, not yet aware of it* Are you upset over something?”

((Sorry my responses are bad))

“... *his fists tighten together at his sides, frustrated beyond belief at his ridiculous instincts, only assuming he’s growing closer to his heat, which would explain his emotions creating confusing thoughts* *he turns around his face wiped clean of any expression, and his tone professional* I’m sorry, I’m having difficulty keeping my head on straight. There may be an omega trying to show off their scent nearby. I feel overwhelmed, so I think I should go home.”

“Really? *usually, he can at least smell whenever an Omega is nearby - but now that Ryuzaki mentions it, he does smell something, a sweet, fruity scent - is it strawberries?* … There was no one outside in the hallway though.”

“I have a very strong sense of smell, It could be anyone in the house. *he hastily explains, turning back around and heading toward the door* It’s best if I leave before I find on, I don’t want anything bad happening tonight. I’ll talk to you tomorrow at school.”

“No - *reaches for him, taking his shoulder* - I smell something too. You're not going crazy. *looks around, and while he can't yet identify where the subtle scent is excreting from, his eyes eventually fall on Ryuzaki, a strange glint in them* …”

((Light ain’t aware that it's him btw))

“*the hand on is shoulder feels hot, almost like it’s burning through his shirt* *he frowns, looking around at to see the look in Light’s eyes, and suddenly feels like he’s lost, and even worse, losing his control* Light.. You need to back away from me, now. ”

“What? *the question isn't only directed at Ryuzaki, but also towards himself, wondering why he feels a strange attraction to the other as the feeling becomes more apparent* …..”

“*swallows thickly as he realizes he can’t get out of this, as his body is pulling itself toward Light, the desire for the other impossible to deny any longer* Damn-- *mumbles, his hand reaching up to grasp at Light’s arm, and while he tries to push it away, he only ends up pulling him closer, just so they land mere inches apart* .. I don’t know what I’ll do to you if you don’t leave now. *speaks in a grave tone, completely perplexed by why this is happening so suddenly, but whatever it is brings on more feelings than he can stand*...”

“*recognizes the strangeness of the situation, considering the other’s an Alpha, and he's never even been attracted to someone before - not like this - but the thought is fleeting, easily slipping from his mind* *steps closer as Ryuzaki touches his arm, and he feels suddenly dizzy, only barely understanding his words* … I’m not leaving.”

“Light... *fingers dig against the side of his leg, so much that he could swear he’s going to pierce a hole in the fabric* *licks his lips, forcing himself to hold back a sound as he can feel Light’s presence emanating around him* *he leans forward, eyes growing heavy under his spell, yet he still tries to resist* We.. can’t.”

“*doesn’t realize he’s stepped closer to him until he’s in his close proximity, looking towards him with a mixture of sudden lust and confusion - a look unlike him* … *is about to respond, but forgoes it as he reaches up, testingly caressing his fingers along his jaw* …”

“*the touch instantly puts a sense of warmth through his body, it feeling unlike anything he’s ever felt, an extreme comfort* *he swallows again, trying to convince himself to break away and leave, so that they can avoid any problems, but the look Light gives him strikes a chord, and suddenly he doesn't care about anything other than this moment* .. I give up-- *he mumbles, bringing his hands up on both sides of Light’s face, pulling him in and immediately pressing their lips together in a hot kiss*”

((hot))

“*doesn’t even attempt to prevent the initiation of the kiss, immediately accepting his advances and enforcing instinctive control, pushing into it, his hand moving to dig fingertips into his neck* *as the kiss progresses, he starts to feel a foreign, dizzying heat envelop him, and it seems to be specifically caused by Ryuzaki’s presence more so than the kiss itself* …”

“*despite wanting to let go in the pleasant, unfamiliar sensation, he has to remind himself that he is playing a role, and even during such an intimate situation* *as their bodies come closer in the kiss, his body wants to subconsciously submit to Light’s advances, but he pushes against him to keep his persona, his hand sliding down to wrap around his waist to pull him in even tighter* Mn..”

((Sub-mit, sub-mit))

“*as Ryuzaki challenges him, he feels the instinct to fight back, releasing from the kiss for a moment to press him back harshly against the bookshelf behind him, slamming his body into the books, and immediately, he reconnects their mouths, deepening the kiss with hands digging at his waist*”

“*the force pushing him back against the shelf was shocking, but the dominance Light exudes has a shiver wracking his body, wanting more* *he caves slightly, allowing Light to take the reigns while still keeping control of his body, fingers clawing at his back as his tongue slips past Light’s lips*”

“*doesn’t consciously notice the subtle sign of submission, too focused on the task at hand as the kiss deepens, a low, almost inaudible grown resonating in his throat* *without bothering to break for air, he snakes his hands inside Ryuzaki’s shirt to hold his waist - which is much thinner and delicate than he expected, but he doesn’t question it, instead enjoying the smoothness of his skin against his hands*”

“Nn-- *the touch on his bare skin has him almost in a frenzy, and he’s mentally unsure how the other is making him feel so good over minute touching, but his body is taking it in with vigor* *his hand goes to Light’s chest, pulling his shirt and demanding him come closer, but he his lungs are on fire, so he’s forced to pull away, panting heavily as he does* *for a moment, he comes to, realizing how bad the situation is for him if the other so much as tries to suspect him, so he does his best to cover his bright red cheeks by turning his head* .. Light.. We need to- to stop.”

“*is about to immediately reconnect their lips, thoughtlessly, before Ryuzaki’s voice reaches his ears, and he only pauses to listen, hands simultaneously scratching delicately along his sides* .. Why? *when he speaks, his tone is different than usual, much more distracted and rough*”

“*fights the sound that threatens to escape his lips at the nails digging into his sides, but he stays strong, even putting his hand in between them so he doesn't get any ideas* -- We are both alphas. We are just.. affected by the hormones, we don't want to do this.”

“*his breath finally seems to be calming down, but his mind still feels like it’s swirling around, clouded with lust* .. Right.. *mumbles quietly, but he doesn’t remove his hands* .. You’re very soft, you know.”

“*frowns, the statement concerning, as he certainly can't allow him to have these thoughts* *quickly grabs his hand, moving himself out of his grasp, backing away from him* I need you- to think clearly. I’m going to leave, you should get back to the party.”

“Leave? *for a second, that’s the only word that stands out in what he says, but as they remain separated, he begins to think clearly, and once he realizes the situation that they’re in - and what just happened - he panics, jerking away from him* Ryuzaki - I’m sorry, I have.. I have no idea what came over me… *speaks as though he’s trying to figure it out himself, not understanding what happened*”

“- It’s okay, we’re just.. under the influence. It wasn't your fault. *mumbles, trying to get control of his own confusion* -- I’ll see you tomorrow. *turns around, starting to walk out of the library, but he pauses, adding quietly* Let's just forget this happened.”

“*as Ryuzaki starts to leave, he feels an immediate hesitation with him doing so* *impulsively, uncharacteristically grabs his arm, feeling conflicted over letting him go* …. - You’re right. It’s probably because an Omega passed us.”

“*wasn’t expecting Light to grab him, so he turns back with large eyes, not understanding why he’s so insistent to be with him after what just happened* .. You aren’t-- upset?”

“I - am… *tries to make sense of his feelings, all of it entirely foreign, especially because he never loses control* … You’ve done this before, I presume?”

“What? Kissed with another alpha? *voice grows a little sarcastic, for reasons known and unknown to Light* No, I haven’t. Even as progressive as I am, it’s not in my biology-- normally, anyway.”

“... How about anyone at all? *figures Ryuzaki doesn't seem the type, but he can't help but wanting to confirm his suspicions - which makes what just happened even more confusing*”

“*feels uncomfortable discussing such a thing with him, knowing that he already has an assumption of him, to which he dislikes* A few times. *he says with a huff, turning around to meet him fully, as it seems he isn’t going to be let go any time soon* Have you?”

“A few times. Nothing special, though. *doesn’t mean to keep hold of Ryuzaki’s arm, as it’s unintentional, but really, he forgets about it, more focused on the conversation* … In either case, I’m sorry.”

“*luckily, he feels himself finally calming down, but the frustration still exists when his body continues to tell him to be closer to Light* It’s okay, truly. *he says immediately, not wanting him to take the fault for what affected them both, and especially after he initiated it* *tries to throw off the awkward situation by giving him a grin* Are you sure you’re an Alpha? You kiss more like an omega.”

“*the comment distracts him from the embarrassment he feels, and immediately he retorts* Don’t be ridiculous. *adds on as an afterthought* - If anything, between the two of us, you seem more like an Omega.”

“-? *looks offended to that, if only to throw him off the trail of such a comment* I don’t think so. *his eyebrow goes up, his tone teasing* Are you trying to trick me into kissing you again? I didn’t think you were sneaky.”

“ - *finally realizes his hand is on his arm, so he retracts it, but attempts to make it appear casual* Of course not. We’re - both Alphas, so don’t be ridiculous. *takes a step away from him, ensuring there is enough distance between them, but… even so, he can’t help but feel attracted to him like a magnet*”

“*sees him finally pull away, and while he’s almost disappointed, he knows that it’s for the best* In either case, it was just a kiss. Plenty of strangers do more and they weren’t subjected to hormones. Let’s just return to the party- as friends.”

“*nods, already feeling better than Ryuzaki is willing to write it off, but that doesn’t stop his wandering curiosity over how it happened in the first place* .. Yeah. *offers a smile, sincere* Unless you want to go ahead and leave already.”

“I could stay a bit longer. *he responds with a small shrug, of course not wanting to admit that he just isn’t ready to leave the other’s side, but he mentally reasons that he’ll figure all of his feelings out once he’s alone* *starting to walk toward the door, but before he gestures for the other to follow* Come on, then.”

**several weeks later**

%*following Takada around as they search for Ryuzaki, a devious smile in her expression* You know, I really am jealous I can’t come with you, Kiyomi! If only so I could watch, but - I trust you! *slides her arm around Takada’s, nuzzling close to her*%

%*looks down at her as they walk, her grin smug and knowing* I will tell you all about it on our date tonight, hm? But first we need to find that creatin. *her smile suddenly goes dark, unable to hide her quick anger* I can’t fathom why he thought he could try and replace me in the counsel, but this is the final straw. I’ll have him regretting every decision he’s ever made.%

“*looks around at him as he stands in front of the library, scanning everyone who walks by him, clearly searching for a certain someone to meet him there* *he can’t help the quick beat of his heart as he thinks about meeting Light; even if they have the same schedule, he grows excited for it each day* ..”

%Pft. *scoffs, finding it ridiculous that he would do such a thing* It isn’t as though he could possibly win against you! No one even likes him! *as they exit into the hallway and continue their search, she squeezes her arm* I am excited to hear all about it though.%

((light’ll show up soon, i just figure they would intercept L before then))

%*gently pats her head, clearly enjoying her devotion, but as she looks up she sees their target, and it’s no longer time to play sweet* *her stern, yet calm face turn on as they walk up to him, trying her best to be polite* Hello, Ryuzaki.%

“*he of course responds by turning his head at the sound of his name being called, but he’s instantly disappointed to see who it is* *doesn’t speak in a rude tone, but it certainly isn’t pleasant either* If you’re here to request I drop out from the election, I respectfully decline.”

%*that hits a certain chord for her, and it’s clear that she has a moment where her emotions are controlled, but she quickly reigns it back in* -- No, I’m more than happy to have some healthy competition. I’m meeting to remind you that the current council members are hosting an interview with the candidates after school. I wanted to make sure you knew.%

“? *his eyes go up slightly, looking surprised that he’s just hearing about this* Thank you, Takada. That’s quite nice of you.”

%*she smiles, but there’s something dark behind it* Of course.%

%*retracts her arm from her hold on Takada, appearing smug as the conversation ensues, but she disguises it to appear more sweet instead* No problem, Ryuzaki! You must be pretty bold to think about running against Kiyomi.%

“Oh? *looks down at Misa, sensing she’s not truly interested, but he answers nonetheless* I think it’s time to have a different voice in the alpha student body. Someone more-- *glances toward Takada* Out of the box.”

%-- I can’t wait to see how the interview goes. *is all she says, it’s becoming progressively more difficult to keep up her facade* Hopefully you’ll survive their.. harsh critiques.%

%*reaches out to lace their fingers together, squeezing her Alpha’s hand, as she can sense when she’s starting to get frustrated* Hmm... Well, let’s hope that works out for you!%

“*as he turns the corner, he sees both Misa and Takada closed in on Ryuzaki, likely giving him hell* *frowns, and he rolls his eyes, figuring it wouldn’t take long for Takada to try and intimidate Ryuzaki about the election - again* *walks up to them, looking between the three* What’s going on here?”

%*wasn’t expecting to see Light here so quickly, so she immediately extinguishes any sense of misconduct so he doesn’t notice* I was letting Ryuzaki know about the interviews, is that so wrong?%

“*suddenly doesn’t care about Misa or Takada once Light comes into view, turning his attention to him instead* She’s actually being a pleasant peer.”

“Oh, right. I almost forgot about that. *smiles* It’s good to hear you guys are actually getting along. *doesn’t think anything of it, instead focusing his attention on Ryuzaki* Are you ready to work on our history project?”

“*gives him a small nod, as he’s been looking forward to it all morning* *gives the two girls a small look of farewell before he turns away to head into the library*”

%*holds a stern look on L before he eventually leaves, but she keeps it gentle whenever Light’s eyes go on her, conveniently pulling out a piece of paper from her pocket* Oh, Light, I’ll need you to fetch a list of items for the Alpha lounge after school. I’d do it, but I’ll be far too busy focusing on mock questions of the interview. Do you mind?%

“*as Takada keeps him held back, he doesn’t think anything of it, accepting the paper and looking over the items* Yeah, no problem. *though, as he looks at her, he can’t help but feel like she’s hiding something* ..”

%*continues to look at him as if it’s nothing but casual, taking Misa and gesturing her to move forward* We’ll see you later on then, Light, and if not, then best of luck on your own interview. *gives him another glance, and this time she can’t help her smile* Make sure Ryuzaki is prepared, and I know he’ll need it.%

((omg i almost forgot about misa))

“*can’t help but to roll his eyes, and he pockets the list* Right. I don’t think he’ll change his answers no matter what I say to him. *begins turning on his heel, eager to continue the project he mentioned - or rather, he’s eager to see Ryuzaki in general* I’ll see you later.”

%*as soon as Light leaves, she can’t help the snicker that leaves her lips, as though she’s been holding it in* Tell me again why we’re not telling him?”

%*starts walking away, going in the direction of Misa’s class, all the while she’s filled with satisfaction for what is to come, even if the current conversation causes her to roll her eyes* Light can’t be trusted. He’s gotten far too close to Ryuzaki, to the point where it’s just- strange. He won’t appreciate what we’re doing initially, but hopefully it will all be made clear after it’s done.%

%I still think he doesn’t actually like him. How can you be attached to someone who doesn’t even think like you? *frowns, still not quite understanding how this has happened, and she follows closely to Takada’s side* Whatever! You’re right, he’ll appreciate this soon enough ~”

%*pats her hand, but she’s almost distracted by how much she’s thinking over the end of the day, just hoping everything goes to exactly how she predicts* Ryuzaki is going to know where he stands, or return back to where he came from.%

“*walks down the hallway of the alpha’s main wing, observing how quiet it is with everyone gone* *looks around the casually for a certain number, eventually stopping to find the correct one* *he attempts to look inside, but the window has been covered with a black curtain, leaving him unable to see* .. *a strange feeling of caution begins to creep up on him, but he shrugs it off, simply understanding it to be what he feels whenever he’s left with just alphas, so he reaches for the door handle, allowing himself in*”

%*sitting in a plush swivel chair, completely relaxed, even as L walks in the door* *the lights are dim, and her eyes trace his every move, smiling when he seems confused* Hello, Ryuzaki. Ready for your interview?%

“*the moment he walks in to see Takada in the center, his alarm grows in ten folds* *can barely see around him, as she must of intentionally done, so his look is threatening* I don’t know what it is you’re attempting, but I won't stay for it. *backs into the door to find his way out, but he realizes as soon as he turns that the door is locked from the outside* ...”

&*steps forward from the group of Alphas watching his every move, a dark, but enticing look on his face, nodding in appreciation to one of his peers who moves towards the door, ensuring Ryuzaki won’t try to get out* We’re just having an interview. What’s wrong? Do you not want to run anymore?&

“*his eyes widen slightly, not realizing that there were so many of them in the room* *glances toward Takada, anger filling him* You care about your position so badly that you think you can intimidate me?”

&*her smile stays, as she can almost smell his confusion* *stands up, gracefully moving toward him* This isn’t about the position. This is about your disruption to our way of life. For weeks you’ve been putting your- opinions out in the air, disturbing what we call normal. *her smile suddenly drops* We can’t allow that anymore.&

“*doesn’t let his expression show any fear as she creeps up, not allowing it as that’s solely what she wants* You have no idea what harm you’re causing by forcing these views on others, and I won’t be stopping because you have a problem with the right thing. You have no power over me.”

&*scoffs, giving off a vicious laugh* Can’t we?&

&*as if on cue, he slowly sneaks up behind Ryuzaki, before suddenly reaching out and trapping his neck between his forearm and body, pleased when he hears a sound of surprise* Kiyomi’s right. You’ve been nothing but a menace since you got here, and it’s about time you finally figure out where the hell you are. *as he strengthens his hold, a couple other Alphas quickly swarm them, each taking hold of an arm to prevent Ryuzaki from resisting*&

“--!! *gasps as the sudden hold, completely trapped between the other male, his eyes suddenly frantic as he tries to break from the other, but his strength is too much* .. Don’t-- *chokes on his own words, the grip on his throats too tight so he grips his forearm* This-- isn’t right--”

%If only you could be normal like us. *she muses, mocking a sad voice* If you promise to behave from now on, this can all go away.%

“... *despite seeing all the alphas surrounding him, he refuses to give into them, so he stays quiet, his eyes darting to the floor*”

&*tightens the hold of his forearm against the other’s throat, using his other hand to hold onto his arm for leverage, but he ensures Ryuzaki could somewhat speak if he wanted* *frowns as Takada’s words aren't followed with any reaction, so he frees the other hand, grasping into his hair* Fuckhead, are you listening to her?&

“*upon returning to the school, having only gone halfway to the store before he felt suddenly irrationally worried, feeling obligated to return, he grows concerned when he doesn't find Ryuzaki in the library like normal* …”

“*makes a sound of distress as soon as his head is pulled back, and his throats closed off from barely any air* Hg-- *realizes he’s practically defenseless, as he’s just too strong to break away from, and he slowly starts to see dots in his vision, but still holds his ground* .. No..”

%*not so happy now, as l is practically turning blue in the face abe still refuses to give into her* *balls her hands up into fists by her side, her voice growing louder* Why do you think you’re above us so much to change our way of life! If that's how you think, you don't deserve to be here!%

&*is relentless in his grip, keeping a firm hold on him, and vaguely, he acknowledges one of the Alphas helping pin him down is digging into his stomach with a clenched hand* Jesus, when do you give up?&

“*moves through the hallway at a quickened pace, trying to weak wrack his brain to remember if Ryuzaki had said he’d be going anywhere after school, as it’s usual for them to meet up and study together instead* *as he turns down a hallway, a strange scent hits him, and it smells like - vulnerability?*”

“*he can only release a strangled gasp as he’s hit, and he bits his lip hard to keep from any pained sound from coming up* *he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling all of his fight leaving him as his vision grows blurry and dark* ..”

%*watches him practically leave his body, and while that brings her some satisfaction, but the scent wavering around the air confuses her, and yet she chooses to ignore him* *huffs, wavering her hand* Finish him off, It looks like he won’t be understanding tonight.%

&Until next time. *responds darkly, and on her command, he begins to push him towards the ground, the others helping as well, closing in on him*&

“*follows the scent, something about it familiar, and once he reaches the door it’s hiding behind, he turns the handle and pushes it open* - !! *the sight in front of him immediately catches him off guard, and then, he suddenly realizes it’s Ryuzaki on the ground* - What the hell is going on here?!”

%*suddenly snaps her head to the sound, her eyes instantly losing that vicious look as soon as she sees Light* ?!%

“*literally gasping for breath as soon as he’s released onto the floor, pain wracking his entire body* *knows he heard a faint sound, but everything is out of focus in his mind, and he’s too weak to move* ..”

%What are you doing here-- *she speaks in a feared tone, much unlike her, but it suddenly bounces back to normal* --Don’t interfere, Light. This is for the sake of keeping tradition pure.%

“So this is why you sent me out. *he practically growls out, growing increasingly protective of the other male, and he immediately steps forward, pushing the other Alphas out of the way* I don't give a damn if he doesn't think the same way. That doesn't give you any right. *his expression is nearly murderous as he speaks to Takada, voice thick with hatred, and he lifts Ryuzaki into his arms, standing up straight*”

“*feels himself being lifted up, and momentarily he panics as he’s sure it’s the alphas ready to harm him, but once he carefully lifts up his head he notices to his shock that it’s Light holding him* *immediately feels safe, but it doesn't last, as his body can barely keep his head up, and it eventually falls on Light’s shoulder* Light...”

%*completely stunned frozen by Light’s aggressive behavior, having never seen this side of him before* *knowing she can’t battle his dominance, she attempts to reason with him while still making her point known* You don’t understand! Ryuzaki is unlike an alpha that has ever existed! It’s unnatural the way he thinks! It’s-- disgusting! I’ve tried for weeks to change him, but nothing. This will be the only thing that will get through to him!%

“Hurting someone isn't going to convince him to think like you. *wants to yell at her, and he realizes there's no point in explaining - but on top of that, he can't seem to control the rage building inside him, and instinctively, he holds Ryuzaki tighter* Stay away from him. *gives them a threatening look before finally leaving, slamming the door behind him with his shoulder*”

“*can feel that he’s being transported somewhere, but he’s unsure of anything else, still too weak to manage anything majorly comprehensible* .. You found me.”

#fixation #light #l #lightxl #omegaverse #alternate universe

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A small warning before this chapter: this is by far the most emotionally intense and upsetting chapter in the story. Even if you haven’t been reading the /cw page prior to this, we would highly recommend doing it before beginning this chapter.

“Damn, dude,” Dmitri says, examining Jason’s cheek critically. They were together in film class, not actually doing any work - this was far more interesting. “That’s fucked up.”

Jason just nods as Dmitri gently turns Jason’s face to look at the stitches better, clicking his tongue irritably when he pulls back. “What an asshole. I wish the Plague Doctor had hurt him even worse.”

“Don’t say that,” Jason mumbles, poking gently at the skin around the wound and flinching when it hurts. “I mean...No one deserves to have prolonged suffering before they die, not even people like that.”

Dmitri narrows his eyes.

“Some people do,” he replies. Then he glances at the front of the classroom, where Beltrami sat at his desk. Turning back to Jason, he drops his voice to a whisper and says, “Like Mr. Bellpepper over there!”

“What did he ever do?” Jason asks, giving Dmitri a quizzical look.

“Well, obviously! He hasn’t given you any extensions even though you’re drowning in makeup work and he’s a total dick to me!” Dmitri folds his arms with a huff and flips his hair.

“That...is definitely not even slightly good reason to kill someone.”

“Huh! Whatever,” Dmitri says, leaning back in his chair, arms still folded. “You going to Film Club today?”

Jason thinks about it. On the one hand, it’d be nice to get away in a space where he knows no one is going to try and murder him. But on the other, Mr. Beltrami has been...unforgiving, lately. Dmitri was right about that much. Jason almost feels like he’s done something wrong, but on the other hand, he’d been pretty annoyed by Beltrami recently. He wouldn’t stop bringing up sensitive topics and then being weirdly insensitive about them whenever the two were alone. Like Sidney, or the many, many attempts on his life.

As if he needed any more reminder. His cheek still hurt like all hell any time he thought he deserved to smile.

“I don’t know,” Jason manages eventually, looking back at his screen. “I...I probably should. I’ve been skipping it too much...At this rate, Mr. Beltrami won’t ever let me be president.”

“You want to be president?”

“I want to pick some better movies.”

Dmitri giggles, putting his hand on Jason’s shoulder and making Jason’s heart race again. No matter how comfortable he thinks he is around Dmitri, he’s never used to how it feels when Dmitri touches him, even a little.

“I know you would only pick the best! You have wayyyy more discerning taste than like, anyone I know! Hey, maybe if you were, I’d even go!” Dmitri squeezes Jason’s shoulder, and he tries not to go red.

“Uhhh,” Jason says, smartly. “Well, I...Uh, yeah, obviously, I would...would love if you came. To the club. With me. I mean, you don’t have to. At all. I, uh. Nevermind.”

Dmitri is making the catlike face again. Jason refuses to look, but he can tell.

“Mr. Morozova,” Mr. Beltrami cuts in, making Dmitri’s hand slip from Jason’s shoulder. “Have you done any work today? I mean, really. Any at all. I don’t want to have to punish you, but I’m going to need some proof you haven’t just spent the entire class hour so far touching Mr. Joon-ho’s face.”

“Yeah, I’ve done work,” Dmitri says, an edge of annoyance creeping into his voice. “Sure have. Wanna see it? I wrote a script about a teacher who doesn’t stop harassing one of his students because the student doesn’t fit his oddly high standards. It ends when the student kills the teacher after school. Is that dark enough for you, Mr. Boondocks?”

Jason turns to see Mr. Beltrami giving Dmitri a glare that is almost a little scary with the amount of genuine malice behind it.

“Dmitri. Principal’s office. Now.”

Dmitri makes a disgusted noise and gathers up his stuff, rolling his eyes at Jason before he starts to leave.

He stops in front of Mr. Beltrami’s desk before going out the door, though.

“What is it, Mr. Morozova?”

“You have to write me a pass, Mr. Gelkarma.”

Beltrami doesn’t look amused. He writes the pass anyway, seemingly if only to get Dmitri out of the room. Dmitri skips out, looking as happy as possible as he does so. Jason knows it’s only to piss Mr. Beltrami off, but he ends up snickering at it anyway.

“Is something funny, Mr. Joon-ho?”

Oh, shit.

“Uh, no,” Jason replies, turning back to his computer quickly. “Sorry. I...I just…”

For once, Mr. Beltrami doesn’t press him for his reasoning, just making a quick annoyed grunt before leaving Jason alone for the rest of the period.

Well, that was more stressful than it had any right to be.

At lunch, Dmitri complains.

“Mr. Pastrami is so far up his own ass,” he tells Jason. He stabs his spork into his mashed potatoes. “Can’t even take a joke!”

“It was a pretty… irreverent one.” Jason understands Dmitri’s anger, but he feels bad. Mr. Beltrami has been his favorite teacher since freshman year. He feels like maybe he is doing something wrong. Letting him down, somehow.

“Irreverent!” Dmitri stuffs food in his mouth, but talks anyways. “I’m not going to revere him. He needs to get off his high horse.” Another stab. “Besides-!” He flails his spork as he talks and the potatoes go sailing, splatting on the floor. Dmitri stares for a few seconds, and then pretends like he didn’t notice at all. He jabs the spork in Jason’s direction. “Why’d he become a high school teacher if he was going to hold vendettas against kids?”

“He’s a real jerk,” Regan agrees, speaking up from his seat, where he’s been worrying at some rice.

“You think so, too, Regan?” Jason asks, surprised.

Regan glances at Dmitri, then back to Jason. “I was in his creative writing class last year,” he responds with a shrug. “He basically told me not to quit my day job.”

Well, Jason can agree that that’s pretty rude. Still, he wants to maybe try to patch things up. Get back in the swing of going to club and working on projects. He’s really far behind, but just maybe…

He thinks on it for the rest of the day. Going to club feels like a risk, like some daredevil feat. The final bell rings and he steels himself.

Alright, he’s going.

When he walks in, he’s greeted with, “Mr. Joon-ho. It’s nice of you to join us.” Mr. Beltrami doesn’t even look up as he speaks.

The whole club feels tense. There are fewer kids, like people have been dropping out of the club. He’s heard about some people moving schools. Has he been messing things up for so many people? Is this why Mr. Beltrami is so mad?

They watch a fairly morose film that leaves Jason feeling hollow in the middle. Of course this would happen in his first day back.

When the club meeting winds down, the kids start to file out in a gaggle, like it’s safer to travel in a pack.

“Jason,” Mr. Beltrami says, when Jason reaches the door. “We need to talk.”

Well, that makes Jason nervous. He hesitates, but turns back around and comes to the desk. Mr. Beltrami stands up.

“I heard about your most recent rescue,” he states, leaning against the desk and crossing his arms.

“Yeah. I…” He doesn’t want to talk about it. He never wants to think about the Cannibal again.

“He got your face,” Beltrami comments, sounding a bit sad. Jason covers his scar.

“I really would rather... we didn’t…”

“This is going to keep happening,” he says. Jason feels his heart jump into his throat. “You’re a wonderful kid, Jason. But people are going to keep hurting you. And you’ll keep falling farther behind.” He’s leaning into Jason’s space, subtly. “You can’t take care of yourself.”

Jason clears his throat and shifts backwards a step. Mr. Beltrami closes that distance in a second. Jason’s whole body is suddenly on high alert.

“This is going to ruin you. You’re too talented to let that happen.” He leans in. “You need someone to protect you.” His hand is suddenly on Jason’s waist and Jason doesn’t even think, just turns and bolts.

He feels a hand try to grab the strap of his backpack, but he’s fast enough that he manages to get into the hall.

“Jason!” Mr. Beltrami calls after him. He doesn’t even consider turning around. He doesn’t even stop until he’s outside the front door of the school, chest heaving, lungs burning.

Fuck. What the fuck was that? He’s been targeted by killers six times and that’s still one of the scariest things he’s ever experienced. He’s shaking all over. He feels nauseous. He feels like he’s half a second away from upchucking all his organs. He feels tears welling up in his eyes and has to push up his glasses to rub at his face with his sleeve.

When his mom pulls up, he slings himself into the car and clutches at his backpack, hugging it.

“Bad day?” She asks, glancing at him. He wants to tell her, but he doesn’t even know what he would say. My teacher put his hand on my side. No, it’s weirder than it sounds, I promise. Jason just nods. “I’m sorry,” she says. “Hopefully things will calm down soon.”

Somehow he doubts it more than ever. Things won’t just go back to normal.

The next day proves him right. It feels wrong from the second he gets out of bed. His body feels off, like he doesn’t want to be inside it, like he would rather crawl out and sulk, ephemeral, in the corner. He sleeps through first period and drools on his notebook and hates himself for it.

He dreads third period. For the first time in his life, he considers cutting. Genuinely cutting. Not staying-home-faking-sick, but real, leaving the school grounds, going off to hide somewhere cutting. Instead he reluctantly shuffles into class and keeps his head down, avoids looking at Mr. Beltrami. He can feel his eyes on him anyways and he scrunches down in his seat.

“Woah-ho, you look like hell,” Dmitri comments as he plops down next to him.

“I didn’t sleep so well last night,” he lies. Some part of him really wants to tell Dmitri. Maybe at lunch. But not here, not right now.

“Happens to the best of us, Voorhees.” He pats Jason’s shoulder.

“I hope you two aren’t planning to spend the whole class talking again,” Mr. Beltrami’s voice comes harsh from the front of the classroom. Jason can almost feel the physical bite of it.

“Come on, Bellpepper. Class just started. Besides, it’s not good for my creative process to have to stifle myself.” He throws one arm over the chair casually and doesn’t seem to hesitate in locking eyes with Mr. Beltrami. Jason wishes he wasn’t brave, for once.

“Your work is still unsatisfactory, Dmitri. You need to focus.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m almost done.”

Jason breathes a sigh of relief when the conversation lapses.

He tries to concentrate, for a while, but it doesn’t really work. His brain is too scattered, keeps drifting to unpleasant places. He reaches into his bag and pulls out his phone. Putting in his earbuds, he goes to search put on some music when the phone is yanked out of his hands by Mr. Beltrami, headphones going with.

“I think you’re a little too behind to be playing on your phone, Mr. Joon-ho,” he says, coldly. Just as quickly, Dmitri is leaning across him to grab Mr. Beltrami’s wrist. Jason can tell it’s a mistake as soon as it happens.

“What the hell is your problem, man?” Dmitri asks, glaring up at Mr. Beltrami. “Lay off of him.”

“Mr. Morozova. Principal’s office.” There’s no debate in his voice. It’s an order.

“No!” Dmitri protests anyways. “It was funny when it was just you being a dick to me because you’re petty, but what has Jason ever done to you? He’s going through enough, so just leave him alone.”

Mr. Beltrami yanks his hand back. “Dmitri Morozova. Principal’s office. I’ll be seeing to it that your parents are contacted to discuss your repeated outbursts.” He starts to wind up the headphones. “Jason. You can pick this up in my classroom after school. In detention.”

“Detention?” Dmitri snaps. “All he did was-”

“Enough!” Mr. Beltrami snaps right back. Jason feels cold pour through his veins. The whole room stills.

Dmitri sets his jaw, and stares him down for a minute. Then pushes his chair out. Dmitri doesn’t say a word, but he glares at Beltrami the whole way out of the room. He doesn’t bother Beltrami for a pass this time. Jason has his doubts that he’ll even go to the office.

But he can’t worry about Dmitri right now. He’s too busy thinking about his own looming fate.

When lunch rolls around, he sits with Sidney and Regan. Dmitri must’ve gone to the principal like he was told, because he’s nowhere to be found. Regan seems troubled by it, snapping his breakfast bar in half and then not touching it again. He keeps looking around like he expects Dmitri to join them, but it never happens.

“Why did he get sent to the office, again?” Regan asks for the third time that lunch, still not touching his meager portion.

“Regan, asking again isn’t going to change it,” Sidney sighs, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

“Why did he give you detention?” Regan insists. “I don’t get it. He always talked so highly about you every time he mentioned the film students.”

Jason’s stomach does a little flip at the thought that Mr. Beltrami was punishing him for running away. Part of him wants to tell Regan and Sidney, but a larger part of him thinks it’ll just cause more trouble than it’s worth. His mouth twitches down, and he shakes his head.

“I don’t know. He’s...He’s been harsh, lately. Maybe he’s stressed by something else?” The lie sounds strained even to his ears. Regan gives him a scrutinizing look, but doesn’t press. Jason is thanking any God that might exist for that fact.

“He’s a teacher. He shouldn’t be taking his stress out on students anyways,” Sidney comments, sounding at least a little miffed.

“Yeah, but...Teachers aren’t perfect.” He picks at his sandwich. No appetite again. Ever since this had all started, he’d been eating less. Even though he was hungry, just because he hadn’t eaten anything since...whatever had happened the afternoon before happened.

“Well, he still shouldn’t get pissed at you and Dmitri for just...Dmitri was defending you! You hadn’t even done anything.” Regan snaps his meager lunch into thirds, making a face. “God, I hope he’s okay.”

“You really think Dmitri will take anything they say into account?” Sidney asks.

“He’s...He fronts like nothing anyone says bothers him, but if word gets to his parents, he’ll…” The breakfast bar is in quarters, now. Jason is surprised he hasn’t just crushed it yet. Regan brushes his hands off on his jacket and then pulls out his cellphone. “He hasn’t been answering my texts, either.” His leg bounces. “I think I might skip. I need to go check on him.”

He stands up, already dialing a number, scooping the fractured bits of his lunch into his hand.

“Tell him I’m sorry I got him in trouble,” Jason says.

“I doubt he’ll be upset at you,” Regan reassures. “I’ll text you when I figure out how he is.” Then he turns and tosses the bar into the trash, holding his phone to his ear. As he walks away, Jason can hear him say, “Hey, tina, I’m not feeling good…”

“So are you going to go?” Sidney asks Jason, brows furrowed in concern.

“I don’t think skipping will be a good idea. It’ll just cause more problems.” Even if he would really rather not go, he’d prefer even less to have more problems with Mr. Beltrami in the future.

The lunch period ends and Sidney wishes him good luck. For the rest of the day, he imagines what Mr. Beltrami will say to him- imagines them patching things up, just to keep his nerve. Maybe it was all just a terrible misunderstanding, and he’d just caught Beltrami in a bad mood today. He almost had himself thinking everything was going to be fine, until the bell for the end of school rang. When he made it to outside Beltrami’s door, he felt a wave of what could only be described as terror wash over him.

He really, really didn’t want to go inside.

He takes a deep breath and reassures himself that the fear is unfounded.

It’s all a misunderstanding. Mr. Beltrami will explain what’s going on. It’ll be fine.

He repeats that to himself, a mantra, it’ll be fine, until he manages to open the door.

Beltrami doesn’t look up when Jason enters. Instead, he gestures at the desk directly in front of his own, one of the ones away from the computer work spaces lining the walls. Jason looks at the desk, unsure, before sitting in it obediently. He drops his backpack to the floor with a thud. Beltrami still hasn’t moved. Not even a twitch.

“Do you know,” he finally says, drawling the words out, care taken for every syllable, “why you’re here?”

Jason stares at Beltrami, who is still focusing on whatever is on his desk. He searches for some sign of what the right answer is. There’s none.

“You… I was using my phone.” Jason grips his desk, curls his legs up as much as he can manage. His sneakers squeak as he does, cutting the silence.

After some pause, Beltrami pushes himself up and walks to stand in front of Jason’s desk. He puts his hands on the sides of the desk top, leaning into Jason’s space. Jason tries to lean away, but where can he go? Beltrami blocks him on all sides - left, right, and centre.

“Sure,” Beltrami agrees, smooth. “But it was more than that. You were insolent.”

“I...I don’t unders-”

“You let Morozova talk over you. You laughed at his disobedience. You fucking let him defy me!” Beltrami slams his hand on the desk and Jason jumps. His entire body is shaking. He needs to leave. He can't do anything but stare forward.

If he tries anything, Beltrami is going to hurt him. How much, he doesn’t know. That's what scares him. The uncertainty. The why, how, most of all, the how much.

“Why are you afraid of me, Jason?” Beltrami cuts into his thoughts, still too much in his space. Choking him through proximity. “Huh? What did I do, that made you so scared? I thought we were friends.”

He reaches out to stroke Jason’s cheek, and Jason flinches away, scared noise escaping before he can stop himself. Beltrami’s faux-sweet smile turns into a scowl.

“If it's going to be that way, I can see I’ll have to change tactics.”

Jason’s head is slammed into the desk before he can react, his entire world spinning and going blurry. Was the snapping sound he heard his glasses or his nose? Impossible to tell. He’s held down for a few seconds, blood pooling in his nose, before he’s jerked up just as suddenly.

“Oh, wow, you're still awake!” Beltrami sounds genuinely impressed. Jason makes a crackly groan, and Beltrami laughs. “I can see how you survived all those other attempts. You know, I think the scar is starting to grow on me. It’s going to be a pretty picture, you covered in hundreds more just like it. I usually don't keep them more than a week, but for my favourite student?”

Beltrami leans close to Jason’s face, now. Jason can smell his breath, feel its heat. He wants to pull away, but his head is still reeling.

“I think I can make an exception.”

His ears register a harsh squick sound as his battered face is brought down a second time. Just like that, he’s knocked out.

If he had a nickel for every time he’s passed out and then woken up in a torture hut…

Jason doesn’t complete the thought as he comes around, head pounding. Even without feeling, he can tell that there’s a solid welt on his forehead. The room’s too bright. Opening his eyes hurts.

There’s a crick in his neck. That’s because his head is slumped forward, but the rest of his body can’t follow. There’s straps around his shoulders, keeping his posture upright. His legs are bound to the legs of a chair, and his arms to the arms. The arm straps bite into his flesh, too tight. He’s not wearing his hoodie. He feels strangely naked without it.

Lifting his head slightly, he forces his eyes open. There’s a studio light trained right on him. He has to squint, turn his head away from it until he adjusts.

“Jason, you’re awake,” Beltrami says, sounding pleased. Jason can hardly see him; he’s standing at a weird angle behind the light. “I’m glad. I was just wondering if I should get started before you came to.”

“Wh...what?” Jason’s throat is dry, making his voice croak. He can tell that there’s still dried blood caked on his face.

“That might’ve brought you around anyways,” Beltrami hums like it’s an idle thought. He moves to the camera and peers through, adjusting it.

“What are you talking about?” Jason rasps, struggling against his bonds. He can’t get much leverage in any direction.

“Don’t move around too much.” Beltrami chides as he steps around the camera and walks towards him. “I’ve got you positioned perfectly.”

“Let me go!” Jason insists, trying to scoot the chair. He can’t get the force he needs with his upper body restrained. He can’t. The best he can do is lift his hips a little. He glares at Beltrami as he approaches. Beltrami pulls a perplexed face.

“What happened to us, Jason? You used to hang off me like I was your only hope. I pretty much was, really. Your girlfriend couldn’t give you what you wanted - what you needed. I always hated the little bitch anyway. Her art was almost as trite as she was.”

Beltrami sighs deeply, pacing. “But then something changed. When you started talking to Morozova.” He spits the name out with disgust, stopping and turning to face Jason, scowling.

“What did he offer to you, I wonder? Was it camaraderie? Knowing you both were naturally feminine, trying to pretend to be something you definitely aren't?” Jason’s face screws up in anger, hurt. “I don't know. I didn't understand it. I thought what I had with you was special, but I guess teenagers will be teenagers.” He shrugs.

“No need to dwell on it. We’re here now, alone. And I can finally show you all the film techniques I’ve been working on. Too bad you can't be behind the camera with me.” He turns on his heel, crossing the room. When he comes to a little metal cabinet, out of frame, he stops. “But that ship sailed when you decided to snub me… Or maybe when you didn't turn in your make up work.” He looks over his shoulder, smirking just a bit as he opens the door. “I’ll let you decide.”

Inside the cabinet is an array of… tools, for lack of a better word. It’s a random assortment, really. A window scraper- the kind with an exposed blade, a hammer, a fire poker, to name a few. Beltrami settles on a hunting knife, and then- is that a fucking cattle prod? A short, red one, not like the movies, but the prongs are unmistakeable.

“Don’t touch me, don’t you dare-” Jason squawks as Beltrami starts his short journey back towards him, testing the weight of the prod in his hand.

“You know, there’s probably interesting commentary to be made, on what we’re willing to do to animals, but find morally repulsive to do to humans,” he states.

“You have me tied to a chair!” Jason counters.

“We’re all bones and meat, after all,” he continues, without acknowledging Jason.

“Is that all I am? A piece of meat?” Jason asks, rage and distress bleeding into his voice in equal measures.

“Oh, no, you’re so much more than that,” Beltrami replies with a fanatic spark that makes Jason physically recoil. “You’re a muse.”

“You’re disgusting.” Jason glares at Beltrami. Beltrami sets his jaw.

“I liked you much better when you were a bookish Freshman. So compliant, so eager to please.” He steps into his space, one hand on the side of the armrest, now, thumb barely brushing Jason’s arm. “Am I a bad teacher, Jason? So bad that I took that out of you?” Then, before he can reply, “That’s okay. I can put it back in.”

A jolt travels up Jason’s right arm, makes his whole body seize and then shake. An explosion of static forms at the site and radiates out. His whole body is jell-o. He knows if he’d been standing, he would’ve collapsed. As it stands, his joints ache, shout in protest at being locked in position.

It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds that Beltrami held the prod to his arm, but it feels like hours later that the jittering stops. Jason is breathing heavy, ragged. His arm feels numb, the sensation coming back in slow waves. His skin feels clammy, sweat cooling on his brow.

“There we go,” Beltrami coos. “Oh, that was definitely a good shot. I can already tell. How are you feeling? Not so rebellious anymore?”

Jason does what any nonsensical teenage horror protagonist would do, and spits on Beltrami to the best of his ability. It hits his jacket collar, but that’s close enough.

“Fuck you,” Jason sobs. “Fuck you.”

A number of emotions flicker across Beltrami’s face in the span of a few seconds, none of them comforting.

“You really hate me,” he says, as if that should come as a surprise. He brings the knife to Jason’s upper arm and slices, not deep, just enough to draw a trickle of blood. He stands up straight, wipes the blood off of his knife with his gloved fingertips.“We could’ve been beautiful, Jason. We could’ve made something beautiful here, together.” He drops his arm, seeming passive for a second before he snaps, “Then you had to go and fuck it up!”

He kicks the bottom of Jason’s chair, not hard enough to knock him over, but hard enough to rattle him, make his back teeth clack together, make the pinpoint pain shoot up into his jaw.

Beltrami runs his hands through his hair and chuckles, quick and stressed, like he’s trying to calm down from a little snap.

“You should be grateful,” he whispers, suddenly, like it’s the honest-to-god, objective truth. “You think you’re ever going to be anything? Everyone knows you. Your name, your face. Colleges and employers. They’ll know you as the liability. The target. The weakling who can’t defend himself. You think anyone will want you?” His volume increases, as he talks.

“No one will. Not as much as I did. I appreciated your uniqueness, but you were a freak from the get-go. Trying to play at being masculine, blend in where you didn’t belong. I was willing to lift you up anyways. And now look at you.” His grip shifts on the knife. Jason feels tears leaking out of his eyes, despite his best efforts. “At least if you die, you’ll be more loved; loved as a tragic story. You get to be the star. Ungrateful little brat.”

Jason turns his head away, shoulders shaking, hiccupy little breaths coming out.

Beltrami sighs.

“Let’s see if I can make you useful at all. I’ll pull a few good screams from you. That ought to do it.”

Before he can decide where to bury the knife, there’s a crash from awfully close. Just behind Jason, really. Beltrami takes a surprised step back. There’s some clambering, some more glass crunching, and then sunlight streams in, brightening up the room, as if a heavy curtain was just torn down. Jason knows who’s there before he even sees them.

The tall shadow of the Plague Doctor sweeps past his periphery and towards Beltrami. They grab him. He pushes them backwards. There’s a scuffle.

Jason realizes that this is the first time he’s seen the Plague Doctor have to fight to succeed.

The sound of crackling glass from behind him isn’t gone, yet. He hears a mechanical grunt, then unsteady footsteps.

“You really keep us busy,” comes the voice of, presumably, the shorter Plague Doctor. The straps binding his shoulders loosen and breathing is suddenly much easier. The strap comes off his right arm.

He hears an electric crackle. Him and the second Plague Doctor look up from the binds just in time to see the first Plague Doctor staggering, the cattle prod as close to their neck as Beltrami could get it.

One leg gives out and then they’re on a knee.

The next instant, their stomach sprouts a knife. Beltrami’s stabbed the Plague Doctor.

“You motherfucker!” The shorter one shouts, with a degree of anger Jason hasn’t heard from either of them ever before, and charges Beltrami.

Jason starts to undo his second arm strap.

The short Doctor tackles Beltrami and their knife sinks into him.

Left leg strap.

The knife goes in again. Beltrami is pushing on their mask, trying to shove them off.

Right leg. Jason stands.

A third time.

The one on the ground wheezes, “Dimka.”

The shorter one sits up, breathing hard, and then pushes off of Beltrami, scrambling towards the other. Their hands hover around them, like they’re afraid to touch.

Beltrami starts to stand up, hand searching for his knife, other hand pressing into the wall.

Jason runs to the supply cabinet, grabs the fire poker, and wheels around.

“Just stay down, Mr. Beltrami,” he says, trying to find a comfortable grip. He wants this to be over. Anger is filling up his chest, threatening to spill out. He can feel the tears bordering on blurring his vision. He doesn’t want to be pushed. Jason moves forward. It’s his turn to protect the Plague Doctors.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Beltrami spits, leaning against the wall, hand pressed against his gut. “This is my movie.”

“And this is the part where the credits roll,” Jason responds, hesitating when he gets closer, shifting forwards, then backwards.

Beltrami lashes out. Not even with the knife, at first. He reaches forward with a bloody palm and balls his fist into Jason’s shirt, tries to pull him in. Jason takes several swift steps backwards, lifting the poker and solidly whacking Beltrami’s forearm with the side of it.

Beltrami releases him, but that doesn’t stop his advance. Jason keeps backing up. He only wants to defend himself, he only wants to defend himself.

“I should’ve taken you when you were younger.” He swings the knife. Jason jumps back, further. “You don’t know how often I thought about this.” Beltrami won’t stop pressing the advance. “Thought about molding you.”

God, the flames are being stoked, building higher in Jason’s chest, licking at the back of his throat, on his tongue- he wants to spit everything at Beltrami but there’s too much rattling around in his head.

His shoulder bumps against the wall. He’s backed himself into a corner. Beltrami holds the knife out to his side, like he’s ready. Jason’s chest is heaving.

“You were supposed to be mine.”

Clarity strikes. Jason grits his teeth and swings. The fire poker knocks Beltrami upside the head. Beltrami stumbles back, shocked.

“I was never supposed to be anything to you,�� Jason says, stepping forward, swinging again. Beltrami ducks back. Jason is the one pressing, now. “You used me. Everyone before this, all the people who tried to kill me, I thought they were just results of their environment. Misguided.” Another swing. The iron head hits Beltrami in the ribs. “That if we were in another world, they could’ve learned better. But you. You trick people into trusting you and then you hurt them.” Beltrami half stumbles, fumbles with his knife. Jason continues,

“I had you as my teacher for years and the whole time, you were thinking about ending up here, in this room. It would've been the same in any world. You think I needed you? Need you?” It’s Beltrami’s turn to press against the wall. “The only thing I need is to make sure you never get the chance to hurt anyone else.”

“Jason, you don’t have to do this-” He replies, in a strained diplomat’s voice.

“I don’t. But you deserve it.” Throwing all his weight forward, he sinks the fire poker into Beltrami’s chest. The poker stalls, for a second, on the small prong, before Beltrami’s flesh gives. It makes a sick, wet sound. Beltrami coughs, spraying Jason with blood. Jason feels his stomach flip. When he steps back, Beltrami falls, pushing it through further, like in a cheesy horror film.

Jason takes a moment to breathe, hands shaking, head rushing. The adrenaline that was rushing through his veins feels like a curse, making him shudder all over. When his heart no longer feels like it’s in his throat, he turns to look at the Plague Doctors.

The injured one is sitting up, now, if only slightly. The shorter is tending to the wound to the best of their ability, silent now.

“You killed him,” the taller one says. If it weren’t for the voice changer, Jason would be sure he’d heard a hint of concern.

“He wouldn’t have stopped,” Jason breathes.

“Welcome to the grey area,” the smaller one states, quietly.

“Are you okay?” Jason asks.

“I think I’m doing alright.” They answer.

“Can you see if there’s any bandages around? Thread and needle?” The short one asks.

Jason nods and goes to search on shaky legs. He can hear them whispering as he searches.

“Nothing,” he responds, apologetic.

“Shit,” they respond as they press down on the wound, again, earning a groan from their companion. “Sorry,” they whisper.

“I’ll go see if there’s another room,” Jason offers, walking towards the exit door.

“Jason, wait.” He stops, looking at the two of them.

The shorter one fumbles with the back of their hood a bit and Jason’s heart speeds up. What?

“Babe, don’t,” the taller one tries to protest.

But the mask comes off. Jason’s heart stalls entirely.

Dmitri Morozova, leading man in every play since their freshman year, brilliant actor, vigilante serial killer.

He looks genuinely scared.

There’s a sigh, and the remaining masked Plague Doctor does a bit of work to get theirs off, too.

Regan. Star of the wrestling team, hottest girlfriend in the school, always Dmitri’s partner in crime.

“What the fuck?” Jason asks, voice tight.

“We were going to tell you,” Regan says, softly.

“No, you - you should’ve told me straight away, you should’ve -” Jason makes a strangled noise, backs up again. “Is that - is that why you became friends with me? Of course. I should’ve known, no one has ever wanted to talk to me since this started unless - fuck!”

“You’re wrong -” Dmitri begins, but Jason cuts him off with bitter laughter.

“Am I? Okay, then why’d you come talk to me? You never took pity on me before then, that’s for fucking sure. I didn’t exist to you. I wish I still didn’t!”

Regan cringes. “Jason...We kept talking to you because we liked you, because…”

“Because ‘to be frank, I’m a murder magnet’! Isn’t that it? You said so yourself!” Jason pulls at his hair as hard as he can. Gritting his teeth hurts his scar, but he does it anyway.

Dmitri looks between Jason and Regan, surprised.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” Regan says, shaking his head. “I was getting frustrated-”

“Frustrated? You? You shot Christian in my fucking kitchen! My mom had to mop up the blood!”

“We were trying to help you, Voorhees,” Dmitri says, voice wavering a bit. “We were just trying to fix things, for everyone, and then you turned out to be cool, we didn’t-”

“Save it.” Jason glares.

Dmitri quiets so quickly it’s disconcerting. Regan grips his hand and runs his thumb over the back of it.

“So are you guys going to call 911? How are you going to avoid taking the heat this time?” His voice is cold.

Dmitri and Regan look at each other, like they’re silently communicating. Then Regan looks back to Jason.

“How about a head start?”

“What? You don’t plan on going to the hospital?”

“This isn’t the first time I’ve had to handle a stab wound. We just need to get back to my car.” Dmitri starts to help him up. He doesn’t look in good shape. Dmitri picks up their masks and puts his back on. Then he walks the short distance to the camera and destroys it, wordlessly, tossing it onto the ground and then stomping on it.

Dmitri grabs Regan’s hand again once that’s done and helps him out of the room. Jason doesn’t follow them down the hall. He just waits in the doorway until he thinks they’ve had as long as they deserve, and then calls the police.

#a disease like you spreads #adlys #chapter 7 #gif /#glitch /

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leofemt · 7 years

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feelin' good

birds flyin' high, you know how i feel, sun in the sky, you know how i feel, breeze driftin' on by, you know how i feel. it's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life, and i'm feelin' good.

some ooshiba character exploration, mainly.

NOTE: as always, i push my emo feelings onto fictional characters. fic title from the song by nina simone. would recommend.

It's another day.

Ooshiba doesn't open his eyes.

His alarm blares vaguely at him. Everything sounds like it's underwater. He presses his face deeper into his blankets.

There are birds chirping outside.

His morning routine is the same- get up, check his face in the mirror, brush his teeth, pull on his uniform- he's not late for once, today, so he takes his time, moving slowly, like luxury time.

The wind has a bite to it today, so he pulls his green uniform jacket over his pale yellow vest. He stares at himself in the mirror.

When did life get this boring, he wonders.

~~~~~~

Ooshiba slings his bag over his shoulder.

He locks the door behind him, nods a greeting at the maid coming in- she smiles politely at him and shoulders her bag of supplies. When he comes home tonight, he knows the house will be immaculate.

He has a brief thought. What if he doesn't come home, his traitorous mind whispers. What if he stayed at the soccer pitch the entire night, laid on the cool grass, fell asleep in the bleachers...

He shakes his head, as though dislodging cobwebs from his ears. Stupid, he reminds himself. He's had a lot of stupid, weak thoughts lately.

He hums softly to himself on the walk to school.

~~~~~~

The feeling in Ooshiba's stomach won't let up.

He doesn't even eat lunch, for the second day in a row, because he feels so vaguely nauseous. The worst thing about this feeling, he thinks, is that it isn't specific- it spreads from his gut into his chest, slipping through his veins until his entire front feels tight, like he hasn't stretched his pectorals enough. It's awful. A weight that draws his shoulders inwards.

He takes shallow breaths.

~~~~~~

There are small bursts of feeling.

The first one of the day is walking into the classroom. Ooshiba sees the other students chatting amongst themselves, waiting for class to start- he hears them but doesn't say anything, because he feels so tired it's like his head is full of cotton and the backs of his eyelids are coated in thick, sticky honey. The fact that no one looks up when he enters the room would have irritated him before, but now it makes the twisting in his stomach settle a little, and he takes his seat in the back of the room and lays his head on the desk, red hair settling on the faux-wood surface.

~~~~~~

The second one is when the teacher calls on him in the middle of class, obviously catching sight of the way his head has begun to droop. He reads a paragraph of some book he doesn't know aloud, parroting the words back, aching for the feeling of people's eyes on him.

~~~~~~

What bullshit, he thinks, because this isn't how he wants to live. He debates going for a run during lunch, to calm his nerves, but the feeling spread through his chest makes him decide to nap in an empty classroom instead, lying across four desks.

~~~~~~

"Ooshiba!" Someone shouts, and he feels the familiar bump of the ball against his pounding feet. The adrenaline rushes through him, and he shouts before racing forward with all his might.

This is something he enjoys, he remembers.

He scores. His teammates- no bibs this time- clap him on the back. He grins hugely, pats himself on the chest, feeling warm at the sensation of so many people watching him, admiring him, envying him, and the spark in his chest flutters and flares in a way that sends fire through his gasoline veins, setting him alight.

~~~~~~

Kimishita scowls at him, but that's nothing new.

~~~~~~

Ooshiba wonders what he wants.

It's deep thinking, he knows, deeper than he should, because he's not good for anything but the surface stuff, the fire and the electricity and all those nature metaphors, whatever, but he can't help wondering what it is. This sensation that fills him so thoroughly, like a cup of golden liquid, a bubble of glowing liquid quivering above the lip, about to pop, as though it'll burst and flood if even a drop is added to break the skin.

It has something to do with the tightening in his chest, he knows, because whenever that surge of feeling flows through him his limbs feel cold, like ice, like frost, and the joints between his chest and the fronts of his shoulders curl into themselves until it feels like they've been stretched too much.

What is it?

~~~~~~

Ooshiba goes to sleep.

~~~~~~

The feeling is still there when he wakes up.

~~~~~~

"Kiichi." A familiar voice. It pierces his awareness, makes him look around, guard immediately rising. No matter how much it drains him.

"Kimishita." He mutters. "What do you want?"

Kimishita scowls at him. The tightening in Ooshiba's chest worsens. Maybe it's an apprehension reflex.

"Don't give me that." He glares, and it's good that he's not letting up. "You're the one who's been acting funny."

Ooshiba scoffs and looks away.

"Acting funny." He sneers. "You're the one acting weird, asshole. Or have you forgotten which classroom this is?"

Kimishita doesn't flinch. His eyes narrow as he looks Ooshiba over.

"You..." He trails off. "Don't look normal."

Ooshiba snorts.

"Yeah, neither do you." He mutters. "Asshole."

Kimishita's hand twitches, as though he wants to hit Ooshiba. Kiichi half wishes he would. His chest tightens again.

"I-" Kimishita starts to say something, a completely incomprehensible look in his eyes, but the teacher walks into the room and announces the start of class. Kimishita looks up, checks the clock, clicks his tongue when he sees that it is, indeed, time for him to return to his own class.

He leaves. The ache in Ooshiba's chest doesn't go away.

~~~~~~

[You had better come to practice,] a text from Kimishita reads when Ooshiba checks his phone at lunchtime.

He skips practice.

~~~~~~

Ooshiba wakes up.

He doesn't open his eyes.

His phone buzzes, but not with the usual alarm. After three rings, he blearily grabs it off his nightstand and, seeing it's someone calling him, drags the call button to the green section of the screen, almost dropping the phone on the side of his face as he lays back down.

"Hello." He mumbles, almost incoherent.

"Hey."

A familiar voice.

"Do you know what time it is?"

Ooshiba cracks one eye open. The sunlight streaming through his window says well past the time he was supposed to leave for school, but somehow he can't bring himself to care.

"It doesn't matter." Kimishita, on the other end, because of course it's him, sighs. "Come to the shop."

Ooshiba frowns, eyes closed.

"What." He mutters.

Kimishita huffs on the other end.

"Just get over here." He grouses. "I need to talk to you."

He hangs up before Ooshiba can say a word of protest. Ooshiba blinks his eyes open and stares at the phone in his hand.

~~~~~~

He shuffles his feet.

"Oi."

A familiar voice.

"You had better have a really good reason for making me come out here." Ooshiba grumbles, slipping back into a defensive mode, hands in his pockets. He wonders why that awful feeling curdles in his gut again. It makes him want to- well, better to not get into that, he thinks.

"Shut up." Kimishita has the same attitude, scowling at him, but the next moment he reaches up, up, upwards and presses the cool back of his hand to Ooshiba's forehead.

Ooshiba freezes.

"You're pretty warm." Kimishita mutters, shifting his fingers against Ooshiba's skin to check again, and there's something rising, rising, rising in Ooshiba's abdomen up to fill his chest- something terrible, he knows, and he backs away before Kimishita can do anything really risky.

"I-" He croaks.

Kimishita frowns at him.

"You've been acting funny." He accuses him. "These last few practices."

Ooshiba glares.

"Even aces are allowed to have off days." He spits, but he knows that's not true- not that aces aren't allowed to have off days, but that this is only an off day. Somehow, it feels more like an awakening. "I can't be perfect all the time, y'know."

Kimishita's face twists into his usual expression, not the vaguely concerned yet angry one that had graced his features before.

"Ace, my ass." He growls, rubbing the back of the hand he had touched Ooshiba with on his jacket. "If you can't even take care of yourself-"

Ooshiba struggles. This is too, too much. He's going to do something he regrets.

He turns around. His feet move.

"Oi!" Kimishita says before he can get very far, grabbing the back of his shirt with a fist. "Listen to people when they're talking to you! I skipped class today to look for you-"

Ooshiba spins back around with a snarl.

"No one asked you to!" He spits. "I hate you, Kimishita! I wish you'd leave me alone!"

Kimishita snatches his hand back like he's been burned.

Something vaguely like disgust slides over his face, twisting his features. It makes Ooshiba want to throw up, but he keeps it as together as he can, fists trembling, jaw quivering.

The feeling has begun to leech its way into his throat.

"Fine." Kimishita hisses at him, looking angry and upset but also like he's about to start tearing up, like that time they had been first years and everyone had gone to Usui's house to study, and they had been tasked with helping cook the curry. Kimishita had diced onions like a professional chef in the beginning, but five minutes later his eyes were a red, puffy, leaking mess, even behind those glasses. Kiichi had laughed for a straight minute while Kimishita had sputtered and hurled death threats, frantically wiping his face with a washcloth.

Ooshiba feels something like revulsion- at himself, at the happy memory- rise in his stomach.

Kimishita grits his teeth- that's been a habit since they were young- and jerks his head to the side.

"Fine." He repeats, like a cat who's been kicked. "If that's how you want it to be, Kiichi."

Ooshiba sneers wordlessly. He feels vile, vindictive, spiteful.

He turns back to the street and storms off, hands still in his pockets.

Kimishita doesn't watch his back. His head is bowed, shoulders tense in a line of anger.

Fat droplets of water drip onto the concrete by Kimishita's feet, but it's not raining.

~~~~~~

Ooshiba walks.

Walks.

He walks until his feet hurt, and his breath feels harsh in his lungs, but he keeps going- it's not until he finds himself in an area that he only vaguely recognizes that he tracks to a stop.

What is this feeling?

It's crept into his neck, so he can almost taste it in the back of his throat- spread all the way down his shoulders, along his collarbone and down into his solar plexus. It drips into his stomach, acid roiling, nausea getting to his head.

He feels sick.

He lies down on a park bench, hands folded across his abdomen.

What a wonderful life, huh, he thinks.

#shibakimi #ooshiba kiichi #kimishita atsushi #days #days anime #mine #my writing #glsdkfj i dont even want to look at this anymore it feels too. edgy #smh

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skippysartq · 5 years

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Jon Still Freak - Shortstory

I open my eyes tiredly, getting woken up but my annoying alarm clock. Getting up sluggishly, getting ready for school.

So not many know of our escape from New South Wales for the past 3 months, really only our parents, teachers who took us on the trip, (y/n)'s YouTube idol his 3 friends the police and us of course. (Y/n), (your crush), Skyo, James McGrave and Taylor ConVoy and a few others we met along the trip home. No doubt it will be on the news sooner or later. Then everyone will learn to respect us lower lives as we made it with nothing but our street smarts, getting from one state to another. Yeah it took almost 2 months, but come on people where letting us a stray leading us farther away from where we asked we basically kept in a circle thanks to some people but heck we freaking did it and plus the fact we got out of a heavily surveillances police station being chased for almost a week with out stopping until we came across Linkx Bound or Link on is his real name, (y/n) says he is an Icon on Youtube who is friends with another Youtuber Icon K9DP and that they met them at the snow on the trip before the whole mess went down.

"I wonder what everyone is up to this weekend?" I spoke aloud to myself as I grabbed out the 6 movie tickets I brought for my family, which they all pushed me away for coming back home anyways. "*Huff* I should have just stayed with (y/n)." I sighed as I took off my school bag from my back k to retrieve, my Android phone and Blue and Black headset, taping my feet to the music as I walked down the street, it played the melody in my ears and it was the best sound I have ever heard in months and I was so calming making me feel super excited to finally have friends and not be alone all the time, before school, in classes, at lunches and after school! The feeling of being with people who like me for me and have similar interests. It just made my heart flutter with joy and cry tears of happiness. "I am so luck to have friends like them." I grin super wide as I approached the school gates and saw James and Taylor...Holding hands....

'Aww cute little gay boys!'

I giggled in my head, but when we made I eye contact they quickly let go of each other red fused to their cheeks and they ran away as I then went to chase after to say hi. "Hey, James Taylor!" I chased them now into the school and to the oval were they stopped behind a building out of site. "Hey!....what's up?" I asked breathlessly holding the walls corner for support. But that prove to be no help for, when I looked up at the two I was Immediately struck with a fist to the face, so hard I heard something crack and like slow motion everything around me was blurry and fading to black from the last site being a red liquid on the grey spotted ground and then I felt its cool rough surface against my own pink cheeks. The last words I heard then "What the fuck! Stay away from us you freak!"

Then all was silent black, empty and scary. I felt so alone just like I did for the years I was at my old school. After the camebra trip Skyo and I agreed to transfer schools to be with Taylor, James, (y/n) and (your crush). "That word is familiar.....isn't it?" I heard a echoing voice in the dark void of my mind. "What word?" I replied in confusion to the quest I was asked by no one in particular. "Freak!" It screamed at me which quickly turned into a high pitched tone like a heart monitor that read a flat line, I try to cover my ears from the annoyance of the tone and as it gave me a pounding headache as it rings in my ears. "Death." The voice whispers, from far away yet it sounded right in my ears. "What?" I turn looking around calling out, but my voice went silent. I tried to yell and scream but nothing came out. "Death is your reward J-" Its says after what felt like an eternity ago. Suddenly my eyes shot open coughing as I sat myself up weakly leaning against the walls out of the red liquid on the ground, to stop myself from drowning in it. I took a shaky breath in when the sudden pain of my head and nose flowed in and I started to feel nauseous. I realised the red liquid on the grey concrete was blood as I felt the semi dry blood running out of my nose. The strangth of the smell of iron so close to me made my stomach churn. But the big things on my mind were, What is up with my friends? And. Whose voice was that?

I got u slowly and carefully got myself up, looking around for my bag I couldn't find it.

'They must have taken it.'

I sigh sadly to myself, but after a bit of a head spin, I made my way to the closest door, with out being spotted by other students and teacher. I limped down the hallway of classes in session. I duck my head so I'm not spotted by anyone in the classrooms and cover my mouth to quiet my groans of uncomfortable pain and feeling of sickness in my stomach. Slowly and eventually I made it to the boys bathrooms with out being seen, I open the doors to the bathrooms, heading to the sink. As I turn the corner I see that all the taps are running at a full. I ignored it, going over to one of them to splash water on my face and washing off the blood, hoping that was the cure.

I looked up in the mirror in front of me and realised that the water didn't help at all. If anything it made my situation feel even worse, then...

"Oh oh....Yes...James...Daddy..F-faster....ah..." I heard a few grunts and moans form one of the stalls. My throat went dry and I sorta stood there awkwardly listening to, "Ahaha.... Taylor Baby...Shh...someone might hear us."

'Oh, James and Taylor.... Someone is hearing you alright.'

"Uhhuh...B-bhuh...but......garh...you just......uh uh....feel so good...mmm...good in me huh huh." Taylor pretty much yelled, It was like really awkward now "Arhh! Yes...yeah.....right...arhh.... RIGHT....THERE....AHAH... AHAHAH....FUCK ME...AHAHAH...H-HARDER....DADDY...ARRH!"

"GOOD....BABY...ARH...ARH....." James groans, and I could just hear the skin slap together.

'Gross what a thought to have. After they beat the shit out of me.'

"Cum....Daddy....ah....Cum in me!" Taylor says to James as they finish with a loud grunt as if they had just dropped a heavy objects.

And I knew it was time to get out. I opened the door and quickly got out of there before they caught me and beat me up again. I was about to head outside when I was suddenly picked up by something and look up. "What at you doing out of class Mr Denis?" "Uh, I was feeling sick after waking up in the back of the school with a blood nose from James McGrave and Taylor ConVoy Sir." I say to the teacher standing towering over me. "Don't lie Mr Denis, you have been enough trouble this year as it was." "But Sir I'm te-" I tried to explain but he inturups "CUT YOUR CRAP AND GO TO CLASS, MR DENIS!" He roared down at me. I could feel the fear start again the same as my old school. "But Mr Gonana, they beat me up!" I yelled back, defending myself from the ignorance of the teachers at any school. "I don't care Jonathan to class!" "TEACHERS ARE SUPOSED TO HELP KEEP THE STUDENTS SAFE FROM HARM OF ALL KIND WHILE IN SCHOOL HOURS!" I screamed back at him, which only infuriated him more.

"NO ONE HERE CARES ABOUT YOU, YOUR ALONE FOREVER JONATHAN DENIS!" I jumped buck in shock at what Mr Gonana was saying. "No that can't be true!" I fell to the ground as every class door opened an the other students all flood into the hall starting at me. In unison everyone in the school were surrounding me pionting some laughing others yelling out the phase. "Go to the Zoo to See and Beat the Freak!" Over and over, pretty soon every one was chanting the phrase as the moved in closer I scream at the top of my lungs and cried my heart from. "Please no! Go away!" Then they all start to throw stuff as I curled up on my side shaking. "Please, I don't want to be here anymore!" I sobbed out tears a rushing waterfall the pain of pencils paper small rocks and other things that could leave bruises if thrown hard enough.

After another 30 minutes Laughter, Chanting and throwing this at me, the bell rings for home time. I just didn't move and wait for everyone to leave so I could stagger home in peace.

I look up carefully to see a completely empty hallway with the remains of all that was thrown at me, once again seeing a bit of blood on some rocks down the hall. I taking in a few deep breaths in and out, I almost couldn't breath because as the everyone left they got in line to kick or punch me as they went out the doors to go home.

I with weak knees, stood up in the middle of the hallway I became a Zombie in the hallway as I made my way to the front doors hoping no one was still hanging around and waiting for a chance to jump me. Especially him. I pushed the door open and I was immediately blinded by the sun still beaming as it started to become covered by the dark grey clouds and then a loud *bang* Sounded. That was thunder. I was a little scared of it so as I tried not to make any noise, I squeaked abit. But oh gosh was that just enough to be pretty much a scream that 'Yo here and still Alive bitches come get me!' Because in the distance I could see Him and His gang running straight towards me. I started to panic and ran away down the street and got away.

'Oh uh Jon, he his gaining on you running right behind you.'

I say to myself as I was getting tired, I was slowing down but my legs have out, first hands scrap the rough surface and smash my head as I hit the ground puffing out of breath. As I struggled to stand once more, I heard a group of people yelling then the leader. "Get him! We need to talk!" I glace back over my shoulder, I was now face to face....With the bullies.

Brock (Moo Snuckle), Tyler Goldman, Jone Dawn, Brise Anygale, Blake Cuttson, James Mcgrave, Ky Smith, Ben Baumann, Kevan Convoy, Taylor Convoy, Sophie Banks and Carlee Samar.

"Ah ha ha ha, look who we shave here." Brock chulked deviously as I was grabbed by the color of my shirt, so tight I was practically being strangled, before the kid who caught me threw me to the ground. I held my hand to my neck still feeling like I was suffercating. "Please why do you still hurt me, I never did anything to you!" I pled "Come on, Skyo, James, Taylor we-we all become friends, you, I (y/n) and (your crush) all 6 of us!" I starred up at them all surrounding me some of them giggle and laugh with wicked grins. "Just like Mr Gonana said..." Blake starts and kicks me in the stomach, I groan clutching my stomach in pain as tears threatened. Glancing around at everyone, with Brock in front of me and everyone else. "Please, what did I do to deserve this." I was crying now struggling to stand I pleaded. Brock pick me up by the shirt collar, took one good look into my eyes and chucks me, then starts beating me and screaming.

"NO ONE HERE CARES ABOUT YOU, YOUR ALONE FOREVER JONATHAN DENIS!

YOU WILL NEVER BE KEPT SAFE. NEVER HAVE.FRIENDS AND. NO ONE WILL.EVER LOVE.YOU. SO JUST WAKE UP FROM YOUR STUPID LITTLE.DREAM.WHERE EVERY THING IS.FUN AND PERFECT. (Y/N) AND.(YOUR CRUSH).ARE JUST FROM. IN.YOUR HEAD. THEY NEVER EXISTED!"

After I was beat to a pulp and Brock was finally tired and could do anything more to me with bruises cuts and blood from a Broken nose. "I...am done.....here...take time to the closet at school and lock him there he isnt coming out till his body stops and he dies." He spat at me still barely conscious. Then a minute later I woke up to darkness.

That’s when I heard it again. That voice in the back of my head.

"Death is your Reward."

#h2o delirious #fanfiction #original #originalstory #oc #orignial character

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nibsthebravelostboy · 6 years

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First Day of School [Teddy x Hope x Nibs]

@hope-robinson

[Teddy]

Teddy sat at the school desk going over the papers on his desk as the students filed in. He only volunteered because he missed this, being in charge, setting an example for other people, and having people rely on him. It gave him a high. He could tell he wasn’t like the other teachers as the kids looked at him in his buttoned down shirt and jeans.

[Hope]

Hope fixed her shirt so it covered her baby bump. She was going to cuss her dad out for only buying shirts she’s liked. She needed more regular shirts as wearing crops tops wasn’t going to cut it anymore. She could hear the kids talking about her but that’s wasn’t so surprising. She didn’t have any friends in this stupid school anyway. Sitting in her desk she placed her bag on the floor before turning her attention to her new teacher. He was young and definitely attractive, but it was strange that she had never seen the man before. Her father was king so who had given the boy the job.

[Teddy]

Once everyone had arrived he looked over the class before his eyes fell upon a girl sitting not to far from him. He took her in and knew that she was trouble. Looking at the attendance list he saw her last name was Robinson but he didn’t want to believe she was related to Nibs at all. “All right everyone settle down. I’m your new teacher Teddy. I’m a lost boy and I hope everyone will enjoy my class.”

[Hope]

The hybrid was glad she sat next to the window as the smell of everyone’s species mixed in the air was making her nauseous. She was lucky she snuck past Zach or she wouldn’t even be here today, but she had missed enough of school for a lifetime. She wanted this shit over. Taking out her notebook she waited for whatever the lesson was today.

[Teddy]

He began his lesson with some of the siren history, realizing he was in fact talking about Hope’s family. He went over some math problems and some science. He finished the lesson with some spelling. “Alright does anyone know how to spell and what the word, adulation means?” Looking at the attendance list he called on Hope, “Ms. Robinson?”

[Hope]

Hope heard her name being called and rolled her eyes at the laughing that was happening behind her. “It’s a-d-u-l-a-t-i-o-n. Adulation is an excessive devotion to someone, it’s a synonym to the word love. But I personally feel is it’s a word to describe someone who is obsessed with you, such as this class seems to always be obsessed with me and how well I do.”

[Teddy]

Teddy smirked at the girl’s answer before nodding. “That is correct.” He replied pleased with her answer before hearing the kids talking bad about Hope regardless of her getting it right.

[Hope]

She groaned softly at her classmates. “I have a suggestion, can everyone please spell suck my dick cause I don’t give a shit?” She asked with a smile on her face.

[Student #1]

“Please I think you suck a enough dick for all of us.” One of the students said causing the class to laugh.

[Hope]

“Oh right, because I’m a whore? Yeah super funny. Totally didn’t see that coming.”

[Student #2]

“Hope can you spell abortion?” He asked laughing. “I mean what kind of princess becomes a teen mom? And with a human no less. You really are a disgrace to our people. I’m so happy you will never rule.”

[Hope]

Hope normally let things go. Kids talked bad about her the moment they found out she was hybrid but hearing them talking bad about Zach and joking about abortion made her eyes turn black before she got up and punched the guy in his mouth before pummeling into his face.

[Teddy]

The lost boy was rather entertained by how things were going. But still got up to stop her and pull her off the other student. “Class dismissed. Hope you stay here, I have to call your parents.”

[Hope]

She could feel the teacher pulling her off of her classmate and hearing that he was going to call her parents she shook her head. “No please don’t. Don’t call them. You can call Zach. My parents are already dealing with so much, I’m not going to call them about some idiot bullying me and getting his ass beat like he deserves.”

[Teddy]

Teddy watched the kids leave as he cornered Hope against his desk, his hands on either side of her. “You don’t decide who they call. But maybe for a price I can persuade them to call Zach.” He said letting his hand trail up her thigh. “You Hope are very interesting...you always let them work up like this? To where your chest is rising and falling making your boobs poke out of that tiny school girl shirt, to where you’re turned on by the thought of me taking you on this desk?”

[Nibs]

The guards had alerted Nibs that Hope had gone back to school and he needed to talk to her teacher about everything. He witnessed everything going down from outside of the classroom. Once everyone left, Nibs watched Teddy’s actions and growled before opening the door. “How about you get your filthy hands off my daughter and stop talking to her like that. You might be able to talk to the other students like that but you are never talking to my daughter like that ever again.” He growled while walking over and punching Teddy in the face. “Touch my daughter again and I will let her assassin husband know about this and believe me, you don’t want him to know.” He hissed before snapping his fingers and getting Hope into some more comfortable clothes. “I will take you shopping for more clothes today. We have no reason to stay here, there is nothing to discuss. My daughter was defending herself end of story. Come Hope, let’s go home.”

[Hope]

Hope felt herself getting pushed against his desk and was quick to push him back. “I don’t know what you are talking about I-” She stopped as she heard her father’s voice as she watched him walk over and punch her teacher. “Wow that was a really good punch. You have got to show me how to do that.” She said before grabbing her things off her desk and heading to the door. “You won’t actually tell Zach right, because he’ll never let me go to school again.” She asked wanting to know if that was just something he was saying or he actually meant it.

[Teddy]

Teddy felt Nibs punching him, causing blood to rush out of his nose. Laughing lightly he wiped the blood way as he turned to look at Nibs, “Aw come on Thomas, I know you imagined this could be us once or twice while we were together. And you can’t blame me when your daughter dresses like that. She’s begging for something...just like you used to. And sadly she is the one that started the fight therefore I have to punish her. So detention for a week. I wouldn’t be the first teacher she’s probably fucked.”

[Nibs]

“Actually she didn’t because I witnessed everything from outside and guess what Justin. As king, I can decide what her punishment is and I will be speaking to the principal about your actions towards my daughter. You aren't fucking her because she will kill you before you get the chance to do that and I will happily clean that mess up. Now, stay away from my daughter. Family members are off limits, you know better than this or did you lose your morals?”

[Hope]

She was confused when Teddy mentioned the two used to be together. That didn’t make much sense. But it soon became the last thing on her mind as she felt self conscious about what she was wearing. Her body was changing because of her pregnancy and she tried everything to hide it so people would just leave her alone. She didn’t even know why she bothered leaving the house. “Daddy can we just go please?” She asked using her book bag to cover her stomach.

[Teddy]

“How about this, I will let her husband take classes here with her so she has someone to watch her. She doesn’t have any friends so I think it’s a good idea. And then you can come here and see me as much as you want. I know your ass misses my dick.” He smirked.

[Nibs]

“No, I have things to do. She will take the rest of the classes at the castle under the watch of her husband. And no, I did what I did for family nothing more. Leave it in the past. That's what I did.” Nibs declared before taking Hope out before Teddy could say anything else.

#nht001 #nibsxmisty #nibsxteddy

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