Bruce yamada x fem! reader
Summary: one night Bruce and the reader plan to walk into school and act like each other 🖍
WRITING ERRORS sorry not sorry 🙉
Bruce yamada was know for playing baseball and being the cute boy at school. The only thing y/n new him for was his copying off of her work whenever she sat next to him in class, tripping him in the halls whenever he pissed her off, running into him around town while her mother was in the store. She didn’t like that Bruce was popular… and cute When she started to hangout with the boy that made all the girls at school despise her.
She sat in her own bed her spoon stuck in a ice cream container while she talked to Bruce, "what if I cut my hair? " his head snapped towards her " Dont do that, you wouldn’t look… the same " she rolled her eyes staring at the ice cream for a few seconds then looking back up a smile forming on her lips " what is it now " Bruce sighed in annoyance staring at her as she shoved ice cream in her mouth chewing it, making him cringe. "We should act like each other tomorrow!" she spoke, " huh? " he was confused on what she meant ‘ act like each other ‘. " what I’m saying is that we should go to school impersonate each other. If that makes sense?" Rubbing her chin staring into space while Bruce was sitting on the floor playing with the hem of his shirt, his lip stuck between his teeth depending on rather or not he would agree with the girl. They both sat there thinking until one of them spoke up "I’ll do it" Bruce spoke looking up at her she smiled in excitement, his cheeks flushed a bright red, he stuttered for a second immediately putting his head down hiding his face.
She walked into school in Bruce’s shirt, and jeans, hair up in a ponytail a big smile on her face as she walked towards Bruce’s locker " Whatcha think? " moving her hands up and down, he stared at her in awe, " You look- amazing " he spoke, she stared at his outfit, jeans with a pink shirt… pretty basic but she shrugged looking at his smirk as he modelled for the girl. She giggled smile getting even bigger " You look good in pink, I never thought you would look good in pink " his smirk dropped " thanks.. " he responded grabbing his books turning to her " lead the way " raising her eyebrows. Walking towards the classroom she looked around for finney seeing he was not there she walking into the room sitting down at her desk seeing Bruce was already there she grabbed her books slamming them on the desk, looking up at the teacher.
He perked over her shoulder looking at the anwser’s the girl wrote down copying them onto his work, feeling the rough material of her shoe hitting his leg over and over before he whispered for her to stop, she glared at him hiding her work with her arm writing down two lore anwser’s, getting up from her seat walking over to the teacher handing it in.
She looked at Bruce seeing he was struggling with his work she whispered the anwser’s to him his writing got faster, he got up smiling to her handing his work in.
A/N: sorry this is so rushed and so bad, just need to give Bruce some love. 😭
Neurotypicals: *patting my head* You need to use your words, okay? We can’t read your mind! You need to tell us what you want.
Also neurotypicals: *hides their true intentions and desires in layers of subtext, social cues, and white lies*
Every science student has a little bit of Victor Frankenstein energy where they want to play god; and every law student has a bit of Raskolnikov energy where they think they're smart enough to commit the perfect crime. Economics students are just straight up Lord Henry from the picture of Dorian Gray. Literature students are the ones writing this post.