yan!dating sim twst x reader. inexplicably, you awake in the dating sim ‘twisted hearts’ as a run-out-of-the-mill side character. no worries, the love interests are already after yuu. you just gotta stay out of it all, right? 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. previous part here.
♡ “I’ve noticed you’ve made a habit of traipsing around these halls. A Thaumark for your thoughts?”
“Jade, get the hell off my table.”
♡ Ack! For all your denial, you are no stranger to your inevitable future. Fatalism, fatalism, fatalism. You’ve met Yuu - their wide-eyed, lovelorn visage - and that only entails bad, bad consequences — so you gather your thoughts and get to work immediately. Which.. proves to be one difficult task indeed. You can't just drop out of Night Raven and dip forever. You've no parents, no actual identity accompanying your name, nothing. So, you make do with one thing: the odd jobs around campus.. Which also prove to be a difficult task, because for one, there's actually a reason why Vil calls you spud.
♡ You start with the people you're well-acquainted with. Dropping off packages, trying to clean some stuff up, but much to your chagrin — there is one garnet-eyed boy who won’t let you go so easily. Kalim has a penchant for making 2-minute tasks lengthen out into 5-hour hangout sessions, and in truth, most of your income stems from him as well. As a Scarabia resident, you've more chance encountering him. And Jamil, in the stead of your previous devastatingly vague conversaton, is clad in a forever stillness. Like a snake, like a true viper, whatever metaphor you’d like to pin to his name , it’s true he does not trust you one bit.
Gloves brush wood as Jade shifts, mulling your work over his tongue. “My, how cold. And after I went through the trouble of finding you such… plentiful work opportunities.”
You look up, squinting. The eel smiles - surprisingly, a flash of white - sly, sly thing that could be framed and hung in a museum titled Nothing Is Wrong Here. “Explain."
“Why, merely that you’ve been quite busy as of late. I thought I might… assist.”
Assist, because clearly, your life needed more interference. You turn back to your work, sifting through papers and to do-lists. Much to your dismay, the people at Night Raven latch onto profitable kindness quite viciously. “Yeah, well, don’t.”
“I can’t help but feel it’s a shame. When there are far more… comfortable arrangements available to you.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“My poor, poor heart.”
Unease prods at you once more. Jade’s presence thickening, shrouding your esophagus with an intensity just shy of crushing it raw. You shift on the chair, turning so you don’t face the male, legs pressed together in an endeavour of making yourself seem smaller in his mismatched focal point.
But he notices in an instant.
“Is something the matter?” He eyes you, before letting his head dip inquisitively. “..Dare I assume, are you mad at me?”
Lest you respond too quickly - against his liking - the weight lifts itself off your table, and in true eel fashion, he slinks and slants behind you just as quickly.You swear you feel an irked muscle pop in your jaw when you realize you’re completely caged — one hand braced against the back of your chair, the other idly toying with a loose sheet of paper you’d been sorting. His smile hasn’t changed, but it’s closer now.
“Ah,” Jade hums, voice dipping lower, nearer your ear than you’d like. “So I was correct, you’re avoiding me.”
You stiffen, a newfound aridity scouring your throat. “No, I’m just busy, ’s all.”
“Yes,” he agrees easily, as if the word itself amuses him. “So I’ve observed, and yet, you seem to have time for everyone else. I am your Club Leader, after all.”
The paper slips from his fingers, fluttering uselessly back onto the pile you’d been trying to organize for the past fifteen minutes. Knuckling at your lids, you sigh. “Look, Jade. I don’t have time for whatever this is. I’ve got deliveries to finish, and if I don’t—”
“You’ll what?” he asks gently, luxuriating in your falter. “You’ll fall behind? Lose your footing? Fade back into obscurity? So many choices.”
“I’ll get broke and die, then you’ll have to pry my deliveries right out of my cold, dead hands.”
Silence ensues.
But it doesn’t take much longer for that smile to quirk and coil around your words. He straightens, and his hand moves towards your wrist, a touch so light you almost don’t register it.
“Then allow me to be of use.”
♡ Ouch! You smack him right over the head with a loose sheet of paper that, in truth, delivers zero damage, but it’s enough to momentarily catch him off guard. He blinks out of his stupor, and catches you walking out of the Mountain Lovers club, huffing and puffing.
♡ But you don’t make it very far. Right as you open the door, you’re sure your heart drops straight to your stomach.
♡ Blue and red, a spade and a heart linger at the sides of a visage you know all too well. Yuu, previously looking at the plaque above the door, stills when they see.. you. They blink, a list clutched in their hand, and suddenly, they’re spluttering, a warmth, a scorching tide gnawing at their face. You’ve no idea what they’re saying, but holy shit, do you have the most doomed luck in Twisted Wonderland? It’s very obvious they can’t keep their eyes off you.. and with the list in their hands, you’ve an inkling they’re picking out clubs with Ace and Deuce trying to assist them.
♡ What the hell do you do now?
”I..” They breathe, eyeing you up and down. “I... woah.”
Ace groans, and he looks at you with such palpable irritation it’s baffling. “Here we go again. Man, I want to be anywhere but here right now.”
No doubt dragged to this occasion by the Yuu he couldn’t possibly refuse, Deuce remains silent, but his eyes are trained on you, puzzled. He recognizes you, you’re sure. You’ve survived spells, survived Jade, survived academic failure, survived Rook and Vil, and this—this—is what takes you out?
“Uh—hi?” Yuu tries again. The list in their hand crinkles audibly under the pressure of their grip. “You’re— I mean— I saw you earlier— not like saw saw, but— you fell in my lap and.. Um!”
“…you’re blocking my way,” you manage.
Heedless, they chuckle. It’s soft, airy, but at the same time, a little breathless. Like they didn’t expect you to speak at all, let alone that.
“Right. Sorry. I just..” Their gaze drops, then treks upward to your face again, the latter unpleasantly miffed. “.. I’ve been looking for you. I wanted to see you again. You’re just, so, so.. You have a Magicam account right? Give me— may I have your user?”
♡ A product of Yuu’s position as the main character. They probably deem you a random NPC, easily subject to their system’s whims and relationship level boosts. Perhaps they think if they throw in a flirty line or two that’ll get you to fluster and fall to their charm, but luckily, you’re just a brokie. And a spud. And a pup. And a nameless club member. You’re many things at once, but you’re not Yuu’s yes-man.
“Uh-huh. You’re still blocking my way.”
Something befalls Yuu’s gaze, quickly shadowed by another hopeful glint in their irises. Their attention travels somewhere behind you, and that’s, in truth, enough of a tell that an eel is lurking real close.
“Ah. You’ve acquired company.”
”Jade!” Yuu chirps, the aforementioned acknowledging them with a close-eyed nod. Ah, right. Honestly, you think your time here is up. Jade’s head over heels for them, after all. “Oh, wow! How’ve you been? It’s been so, so long since I’ve-”
“Likewise. And.. if I may ask,” Jade opens his eyes. “What brings you here?”
Your lips crimp at that.
Yuu shifts the list in their hands, fingers fidgeting against the edges like it might fly away if they don’t hold it tight enough.
“I was actually—” they start, glancing up at the plaque above the door, then back at you, “—looking into this club.”
…
♡ No. No, absolutely not! This is the only club you deem safe enough. No, no, no. If Yuu enters, that foils all your plans. If Yuu enters, Ace and Deuce too. And if Ace and Deuce enter, then so will all of Yuu’s envious suitors. Jade, you can feel him start to simmer, feel him bend down to Yuu’s demand, feel him rife with joy-
“The Mountain Lovers Club is, regrettably, quite exclusive. I’m afraid you’ll not find an available seat. ”
♡ This is the very first time you’ll admit you could kiss him in gratitude.
Vision skewed and graciously dazed, you peer at the sides of his face --his mien unperturbed. Ace and Deuce blink with you, but only Yuu verbalizes their confusion.
“Oh.” They seem shocked, in disbelief. The stagnant pause ends with a meek: “…Really?”
“Yes.” Jade doesn’t miss a beat. “Our activities require a certain… disposition.. that is to say, endurance and compatibility with the environment.”
“—Yes!” You blurt, softening the blow. “Yes, yes it is! It’s also a.. best-friends only thing, if you know what I mean.”
Deuce, having been quiet all this time, finally speaks. “..Are you sure?” He gestures to the male beside you. “Even he seems shocked you’re best friends.”
♡ Ack! Jade can’t be any more obvious. Pupils dilated, lips slightly ajar, it takes you right back to your proclamation of being best friends. With a surreptitious nudge to his elbow, you bring him right back into reality, and he quickly masks his shock with an air of contentment.
”...Yes, you heard them correctly.”
Yuu, however, just blinks again, visibly deflating. “Oh… I didn’t know that was a thing.”
“It isn’t,” Ace mutters under his breath.
They all watch as Jade steps closer. His gloved hand lifts, and before you can even process it all, positions itself upon your shoulder. And before he can process it, you sling an arm around his and reel him right back in, cracking a very wobbly grin. Oh! From this proximity, you think you can feel the tempo of a heart beating oh-so viciously, but you clear your throat and play the part. This is not looking so good.
“Oh?” he blinks, close to your face, slanting down to match your level. “..I wasn’t aware we’d reached such prestigious heights.”
You tighten your grip. “We have. We totally have.”
“Hm. Then I must apologize,” he says lightly, turning his attention back to the trio. “It seems I’ve been a rather inattentive friend.”
Ace squints. “You don’t even sound convincing.”
“I assure you, I am nothing if not sincere.”
“Cap.”
Deuce, still frowning, crosses his arms. “If you’re really best friends, then it shouldn’t be hard to answer a few questions.”
.... Oh, dear.
♡ Turns out, you and Jade, two peas in a pod, know nothing about each other. In truth, he was never your favorite character in the Twisted Hearts series -- and so you’d never pay heed to his personal character tabs, but having to face this reality is humiliating, to say the least... and that is to say, this guy is clueless.
“What’s their name?”
“...Ah.”
“What do you mean by ‘Ah’? Their name is Ah?”
“I was under the impression that such formalities were unnecessary between close companions.”
“Haha, yeah, we’re just, like, on a first-name basis.”
♡ Yuu has a lot of questions to ask.
“What’s their favorite thing about you?”
“Oh..”
”Ah..”
”Er— after you.”
“No, no. I insist. After you.”
“I insist more.”
Ace looks ready to walk into traffic.
“I REALLY like his personality.”
“Do you now?” Jade echoes, the glister in his eyes lifting up his dazed bid at a smile.
“Mhm. You’re so.. eel-like. Heh.”
“…Eel-like.”
“Yeah, like—uh—adaptable? Slippery? Good in social situations?”
“How kind,” he says, once he recovers, eyes glinting. “Then I suppose I should return the sentiment.”
Oh no.
“You are,” he begins, looking directly at you now, “remarkably persistent.”
“…That’s not—”
“And quite entertaining,” he continues smoothly. The rest watch the spectacle in both shared puzzlement and horror. “In a way that is… difficult to replicate.”
Your face heats. “That’s also not—”
“And,” he adds, softer now, “surprisingly honest, when it matters.”
♡ Having enough, Ace tells the others to hurry off before you two actually start making out. Yuu, however, follows his remark only with a tentative stride, glancing back at the now intertwined hands of you and the eel. You really are close, huh? It baffled them, up until now, they’d never heard of you.
♡ You.. however.
♡ You’re thinking just how.. profitable keeping Jade Leech around is.
♡ Someone’s been stealing your stuff.
♡ The thought is inevitable just as you make a routine count-down of all your belongings. You’re three numbers down, and you’re beginning to dread everything. (Though, you can’t help but scowl at the thought. Seriously, what good would it do to them to steal a half-chewed pencil, of all things? That freak..)
♡ The suspect is pretty clear to you, but you have an inkling there’s more to this.
♡ In order to dissuade yourself from the very large problem at hand, you tend to your mounting list of customers. In Pomefiore, you’re supposed to drop off a package, no doubt related to cosmetics. In Savanaclaw, something related to workout equipment. In Heartslabyul, you’re supposed to walk someone’s pet.. mouse. You skip over Octavinelle and Jade’s very evident handwriting - (a scheme to catch your presence.) And Scarabia...
♡ Gulp.
“You’re here!!”
Though, you’ve only met Kalim a couple of times, (more so because his gifted pile of adornments was endless), he still has the gall to beam at you like you’ve laid out the desert stars yourself. Hands folding upon yours and bringing you forward, conversely, he watches you shrink into your collar. “You didn’t tell me you were coming today! Jamil—did you know they were coming today?”
“Um.. I live here.”
From somewhere behind him, air whistles through Jamil’s teeth. “No.” His eyes flick to the package in your hands, then swiftly back to your awkward stance.
“You’re here for a delivery,” Jamil says.
“Yeah. I was just gonna—”
“Stay for lunch!”
♡ And thus, today marks the day you’ve sold your soul for food, of all things. Seated and gently trapped, a decade’s worth of food presents itself before you, and the aromas effused gnaw at your senses, tempting. Spices, drinks, whatnot. Kalim keeps piling more onto your plate like he’s trying to win a competition you didn’t agree to join. Though, as much as you feel Jamil’s opposition to you, he isn’t afraid to litter your already dazed mind with a maelstrom of questions. You wonder what it may be, the cause of his vehemence. Maybe because of the injury incident? Maybe because your presence results in greater work for him? Whatever it is, you dabble.
“Try this one! Oh—and this—Jamil made it!”
“Kalim,” Jamil cuts in, voice smooth, “they can serve themselves.”
“They don’t take enough!”
“They won’t starve in the five seconds it takes to decide.” Jamil directs his gaze to you, trying to oh-so vigorously ignore the fact you’re stuffing things into your mouth like you’ve been starved since your birth. It’s quite strange. Here in Scarabia, food is never a scarcity. “You’ve been taking on more work lately.”
You try to play it off. “Just… saving up.”
“For what.”
Your lashes dip. “Just in case.”
Jamil tilts his head slightly. “In case of what.”
God, he doesn’t let anything go, does he?
“In case I need it,” you mutter, poking at your food.
“If you need money, you can just ask me.” Kalim butts in.
They don’t miss the sliver of light - suited to an opportunist - glistering in your irises. You think to yourself for a moment, mulling it over your tongue. Was it really that easy? Had you really been prolonging your misery for nothing? Whirling your head towards Kalim, you hope you don’t come off as too eager. This could be your chance! “...Really? You’d do that?”
Jamil pinches the bridge of his nose. “Kalim, please. You are not funding every person who steps into this dorm.”
“I’m not.. Just them!”
“—But I really, really need it, Ka— Housewarden.” Correcting yourself, pulling a clump of lashes down towards your woebegone gaze and overstretched lips, you extend a faltering hand to the white-haired boy. “I’ve been working so hard lately..” Only for one day, but you twist around the hurdle. “And it’s just not enough.”
Needless to say, his expression melts. As it should, who are you if not committed?
“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn't important. But now, I fear I soon may..” You clench your heart over your chest. “Perish.”
Silence stretches around your words, intercepted only by Jamil’s very blunt, accusatory finger.
“You’re eating.” He remarks.
You shove another bite into your mouth. Taste bursts sharp and savoury. “Who’s to say? This could be my last meal.”
“What?” Kalim blinks, horror dawning upon sun-kissed features. “Huh—”
”Yes.”
“Yes. Yes, let’s all acknowledge the very real threat of starvation currently occurring at this table, of all places.”
Your hand stretches a little further toward Kalim, fingers trembling just enough to sell it. “…Please?”
The speed with which he latches onto your hand - warm, buoyant and unabashed - does not catch you off guard. You relish in it, if only for a moment. “Yes! Of course I will! Besides, it’s my duty as your housewarden to look after you!” White shines in his smile. “Right, Jamil?”
The latter counts down to a number that only exists in his mind. Exhaling, he comes to a standstill. “...Within reason.”
“Yes!” Kalim lights up instantly, squeezing your hand with verve. Your fingers twitch in his grasp when you reciprocate. “See? It’s settled!”
“I knew you’d understand,” you try a smile. “You’re really, really kind. I’m glad to have you as my Housewarden.”
Kalim beams like you’ve handed him the world.
“Of course I am!” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in existence. “And you don’t have to work so hard, you know? You can just come to me!”
Jamil’s eye twitches.
“That’s what I’m concerned about.” You huff a quiet laugh, glancing down at your plate, now ludicrously full, courtesy of Kalim’s earlier enthusiasm. “…It’s not like I hate working.”
That much is true.
“It’s just…” You pause, poking lightly at the edge of your dish. Poisonous spumes of memories; heels, scales, a classroom - make you lodge your lip between your teeth as you forage for the right words. You didn’t hate working. Working had become a part of your routine, you’d worked endlessly to evade, elude and ignore. You just don’t like it when..
“I’d rather not owe anyone anything.”
The words slip out before you can dress them up. Jamil stills at the variation in tone, but Kalim slants his head, thinking over it.
“Oh,” he says softly, and just like that, the energy shifts. “Well,” Kalim continues, thumb brushing lightly over the back of your hand without thinking, “then don’t think of it like that.”
You blink. “Like what?”
“Like you owe me,” he says, as if the idea itself is ridiculous. “Think of it like… I’m helping my friend. Yeah, that’s it! You have other friends, right? I’m sure they don’t do all that stuff just to put you in some sort of debt!” At the growing sombre wave over your expression, he gawks. ”You do have other friends, right?”
♡ Right. An heir. Your friend. The two don’t match.
“Yeah!” You blurt before he can offer himself. “Yeah, I have one.. Uh, it’s.. his name is Jade!”
“Jade? Jade Leech?” He stares, before laughing quite heartily. “I know him! Hey, bring him over next time. Oh, I’ll even invite Yuu!”
Imperceptibly - just a tincture of change - you latch onto the pleasant change of thought pooling over Jamil’s unfairly pretty face, like a starving man. He was going to atleast try to mitigate Kalim’s suggestions, but the mere mention of the prefect has him chewing down his words, and when he partially turns his face to the side, the fabric of his hood conceals warmth and a shy-tipped smile.
“..Hm.” His eyes sparkle. “I suppose we can-”
“So,” you shovel three bites into your mouth now. “Where’s my money?”
“...On the condition we exclude you from such occasions.”
♡ Scarabia’s Number One loser turns to the side and wilts, but not before catching the bare of a chuckle whispering through the snake’s teeth.
♡ Ouch! You’ve never dealt with classes amiably, and since then it’s devolved into some sort of a love-hate relationship. You’re not in the wrong here, of course. In your defense, the only thing you know about Astronomy are the zodiac signs. (..Or were they related to astrology? Oh, well, whatever). Animal Languages, Humanities, whatnot, they all are just as unbearable to you as Potionology, and your backbencher self can only retain so much of magical knowledge.
♡ Needless to say, it’s a surprise to hear Professor Crewel start the day with a hint relayed over upcoming exams. You don’t care much about them, you know just enough to pass and stay out of any leaderboard lest you garner unwarranted attention (a plan you're failing at, at the moment). With Vil as your tutor, you think you’ve secured a solid position in the future.. Though, a bit too solid for your liking. You might have to deliberately get a few stuff wrong in order to not be the centre of praise, but just enough to qualify as average and not earn yourself an office tongue-lashing. Haha..
♡ Ah, right. Speaking of Vil, you’ve been granted the luxury of not being his focal point for now. Not so much, atleast. He seems much too preoccupied with the Pomefiore students under his lead, and for once, you’ve some time to yourself.. Hm, actually, you haven't interacted much since he got ahold of you in the classroom. No matter. It’s all tightrope walk, really. Unfortunately, you’re starting to suspect someone’s shaking the rope.
“You’ve been getting better.”
♡ Huh? You pause, pen hovering awkwardly over parchment. The voice beside you is unfamiliar yet not entirely so. Turning slightly, you’re met with the face of—ah. Right. Scarabia Student B. A reliable constant in your classes, someone who exists in that peculiar space of always there, never noticed - much like you.
“…I have?” you reply, qurking a brow.
“Mhm. ” He perks up. “Potionology, especially! You used to look like you were about to pass out.. Sorry, no offense, but did you take Ashengrotto up on one of his offers?”
“None taken.” Your pen dances in the open spaces of your fingers. “Ashengrotto? No.”
“Oh.” He seems confused, much to your dismay. It only invites more conversation. “I figured as much. You don’t seem like the type to.. jump on the bandwagon like everyone else. All my dorm-mates are egging me on to strike a contract with him.”
Our dorm-mates.
♡ Hm. You recall Jade’s previous allusions to you doing the same. Rule Number One: never make a deal, never be in debt.
“Also,” He prods. “Are you okay?”
♡ Oops! In order to placate your rapidly growing heartbeat and the perspiration streaming beneath your clothes, you’ve resorted to chewing at your nails - not realizing how weird that may seem. You can’t blame yourself. You’re just trying to.. prepare yourself for what you’re about to do - it takes will, courage and audacity, for some reason you have all three of those no matter how mild.
♡ You hum noncommittally then gulp nervously, turning back to your notes, though your handwriting grows just a tad bit more jagged... But since you’ve incited conversation, you see how this story goes.
“You’ve also been… around more,” he adds as an afterthought. A sideways glance is all it takes for you to see the glister in his eyes - rendering your pen motionless. You’ve been writing nothing but nonsensical sentences, atleast to his mind, again and again, for the pursuit of I’m busy, let me be. But in actuality, this is all a part of one of the most well-crafted plans you have up your sleeve (one that’s not torn up from the several wildlife you’ve encountered on your hikes). What to do, how to, what-ifs.
♡ What if Scarabia Student B thinks ill of you after seeing the stuff you’re writing? Oh, well. You know beggars can’t be choosers - in the sheer chaos of your life, this is one of the risks you’re going to choose, even if it foils the sole thing you’re living for.
“…Around?”
“Yeah. Scarabia, obviously. But I’ve seen you near Octavinelle too. And Pomefiore! Vil Schoenheit’s tutoring you right? Everyone’s talking about how lucky you are.”
Oh.
Oh, that’s.. That’s really not good, you think. In the stead of a frown, you give a light, airy laugh.
“If you’re trying to get into a different dorm’s good graces,” Scarabia Student B continues, “you should be careful.”
♡ You sink slightly into your seat, exhaling through your nose. So much for subtlety. You’d thought your little job-hopping routine was clever, a way to slip between cracks and stay just out of reach. But cracks, it seems, still run deep.
♡ At the front, Professor Crewel snaps his pointer against the board.
“Eyes forward, pups. Some of you seem far too comfortable drifting.”
♡ When you lean back, you forget one thing: your life is terribly, inevitably, and terminally out of your hands.
“Psst!”
“I’m not giving you the answers, Bucchi.”
♡ Or not. When you mask your words in vitriol, Ruggie Bucchi - your classmate, trying so hard just to cop a look at your notes, though you’re not even in a pop quiz, deflates. Rule Number Two: never give anyone the answer to anything.
Finally! Class zooms by quite swiftly, and when the students stream like little, vexing ants in a disparate gaze, you’re quick to scramble for your belongings and exit. Jade, as always, waits for you at the edge, and upon seeing you near him - practiced hand upon his chest -
♡ Allows his mind to draw a blank.
♡ Huh?
♡ Are you really holding his hand?
The barrier of his gloves may seperate the sensation of fingers entwining, but he’s sure, no, certain you’ve enjoined hands. His gaze dips - to see the spectacle, so thoughtfully, so carelessly, so eagerly slotted against his like it’s always been there.
“I told you not to wait for me,” Your usual grumble sounds loud today. “Whatever. Thank you, though.”
Like it’s natural.
“Jade.” You deadpan. Ah, you really were on a first name basis. “Did you short-circuit? Hellooo?”
”Not at all.” His reply is immediate, and so is the suave upturn of his lips as he regards you. Fully reciprocating your hold, he hums as if he hadn't just pondered over your dynamic in the span of a heartbeat. “I was merely considering something.”
“Yeah, well, consider walking.”
You tug him forward, and he complies, seamlessly weaving in the newfound hubbub of the halls. Students pass, chatter ebbs and flows, yet it all feels even more distant to him now, for the sole reason you still haven’t relinquished your hold. You get weird, inquisitive glances from passerbys, and when you still don’t let your grip slacken, he realizes, all the more entertained, that this is intentional.
“So,” you eye him. “You don’t have anything to do, right?”
“Good, then walk me to my dorm. Actually, no, my room.”
“My, my.. I certainly wasn’t aware we’d grown this close.”
“Don’t you dare.” Whirling around a corner, you narrowly dodge a group of unsuspecting, giggling freshies. They all disperse when they see the eel willingly trail after, hand in hand, Jackpot. You were on the mark with your little analogy. “I’m skipping my remaining classes, ‘is all.”
Jade has a strange, numb, faraway look in his eyes as he talks. If you were any smarter, you’d compare his mental state to a giggling schoolgirl, feet kicking high up in the air and all. “Oh? Even if Vargas will have your head for it?”
“What am I to do?” You grouch, he can never get tired of it, surprisingly. “I have so many jobs I need to pick up. So many deliveries, packages, dorms. My next job..”
“Where might that be?”
“Nowhere near Octavinelle.” You make a face at him. “I’ll have you know your handwriting is very identifiable, you’re not slick.”
A soft laugh escapes him, a lie so gentle it almost feels true. ”Very well, then. I shall behave.”
♡ The journey to the Hall of Mirrors is easy and slow-paced, and in no time are you standing outside your room, bidding Jade adieu, or atleast the form of it you think would max out your stats. Scarabia’s numbers at this time are limited, considering they’re all very big on their grades and whatnot - so that buys you some time to do the unthinkable-
”I must admit-" He drawls on with his usual background yapping..
- the very core of your plan, the one you’ve mentally steeling yourself for, the one you’ve been rehearsing in the mirror for-
“Seeing you take such liberties to-”
♡ The next time Jade opens his eyes, he is sure of one thing. The ephemeral sensation of you coaxing yourself up and pecking his cheek happened, and this time there’s no barrier to try and think otherwise.
Rule Number Three - keep your enemies far away, and Jade closer than ever.
♡ The next time you open your eyes, you’re very sure he just malfunctioned, gloved hand perched upon his cheek incredulously. Blinking, once, twice, doing nothing to remedy the touch -
”You..”
“Anyways,” You shimmy inside before he can get a word in. “See you later.”
The door slams shut in his bleary-eyed, wobbling face.
♡ For the next few days, you’re inclined into believing you just messed up whatever chance you had at salvation...because surprisingly, Jade’s stood. you. up.
♡ Surely, as a fellow second year, he must have as many responsibilities as you, and you surely don’t doubt that bit at all. Mostro Lounge must be another factor, and if Azul's really getting around to those contracts as per Student B’s words, then he must be more packed than ever. Still, you can’t imagine any other universe where you’d get withdrawal symptoms from the fact the eel no longer waits for you after class, nor does he come by to your ever-growing hike sessions. That foils the plan of no-attention, sure, but you sure as hell don’t want to go to Octavinelle just to bring him back, you’d be a fool to. Still, now, things have actually reverted back to the way you wanted them to - with you on your lonesome.
♡ Not entirely on your lonesome, though. Vil is still a hindrance. Sometimes, he does manage to make some time for you, much to your dismay. And when you pivot and bolt away, one French-speaking hunter is always there to mitigate the problem. It’s always embarrassing watching people wonder why a grown student is thrashing around and screaming like a toddler whilst being dragged off by a Vice Housewarden…
♡ Ouch. That sets it. You’ve no clue how to proceed now.
♡ You can easily bypass Scarabia attention by sneaking awày and coming in late, past curfew. Pomefiore is inevitable, and so is Octavinelle, and ultimately, with Crewel’s insistence on you growing a backbone and learning how to actually fare well with academics, you’ve slowly and gradually reached one, final dead end.
A Pomefiore dead end. All your encounters go somewhat like this.
“I take it you’ve learned better than to run from me, spud.” Silky blonde, pale purple wisps and perfume pool in your sight. Vil Schoenheit can see you preparing to run.
Surprisingly, and regretfully, you turn. Even outside of Pomefiore’s halls, he looks like he belongs on a stage rather than a school corridor.
“I wasn’t running.”
“You were given a rare opportunity,” he says, voice lowering. “Do you know how many would beg for the kind of guidance I’ve offered you?”
He doesn’t like you groaning.“ Ughhh.. Fine. I’m lucky, I get it, okay? Now, if you’d just-”
“No, you don’t.”
Before you follow through with your plan and take to your heels, an icy hand grasps your chin, directing your gaze towards an even more vexed one. And despite yourself, a pesky chill dances up your spine — days have passed, and you’ve still yet to overcome the outlandish feeling of discomfort you get from him. With pursed lips do you shrink, but with just a lone tap on them alone, you’re compelled into relaxing them and entertaining Vil’s caprices.
Exhaling softly, he seems almost disappointed, brows sloping. “You’re inconsistent, spud. Your potential fluctuates wildly. One day you perform adequately, the next you sabotage yourself with careless mistakes. Deliberate mediocrity is still a choice, and a poor one.”
When you avert your gaze, the sheer, bona fide pressure of long nails — albeit unintentional — sinks deep enough to incite a hiss from you.
“I’m aware you’re trying not to stand out.. but why,” A tap and your cheeks are practically smushed together. “would that ever be something to strive for?
♡ Oh! Vil doesn’t even know the half of it. How you’re just a background character, how you know wreckage and would do anything not to be part of it, how you’d do anything in your power to just stay away and never be perceived again, how every single line of the script has slowly been crumbling ever since you’d made a flimsy little mistake, how he doesn’t even exist. You could go on and on, but truly, what would he know?
A downturn, a slope of your lips is what you give him instead of an answer, and in return you hear another soft sigh of exhaustion.
“Oh, sevens..” he adds with his voice dipping just slightly, “instead of refining what you’ve been given, you choose to squander it.”
“I’m not squandering anything.”
“Then what would you call it?” he shoots back smoothly. “Intentionally answering incorrectly? Slouching through assignments you are clearly capable of completing? Do you think I wouldn’t notice?”
“...Oh.”
♡ Commences the never-ending loop of Pomefiore halls, stacked deadlines, and a huge bunch of books. It's quite laughable, to say the least, out of all your potential encounters, Vil is truly the only one who makes you uncomfortable enough to consider bolting away
♡ .. though you can never remember why.
♡ “Psst...”
“No.. No.. I.. ” You slur and forget to thank him— whoever that was— for bringing you out of your reverie. Up front, class resumes, Professor Trein talking about something indecipherable. “I added the right ingredients, Vil, I did... ”
A giggle makes you sit up straight. Oh. It’s Ruggie. “Ugh, shut up. I’m not giving you the answer.”
♡ You’re not even sure why the hyena hasn’t gotten the hint yet. Struggle’s part of the hustle?
“Dang,” you feel him slouch just as you underline three unimportant words three times, lips cinched tight into your perpetual grimce. Your eyes are still hazy, mind squirming, but you manage. “You didn’t even hesitate. How’dja know for sure I was gonna ask for the answers? Kind of rude, y’know?”
Head lolling over your shoulders, you don’t spare him a single glance. “That’s all you do.”
“Wow," Ruggie Bucchi, perhaps even more of an opportunist than you - leans back against his chair, clicking his tongue when you point him out for the millionth time today. He’s always had a knack for trying to cop a look at your notes, or at seemingly whatever your hands were occupied with at the moment. In return, he gets nothing, but as established, the struggle is part of the hustle. “That hurts a little, y’know? I thought we had something special.”
Good grief... “No, we don’t. Please NEVER entertain that thought ever again.”
♡ You’re already packing your things up lest he grows a little too curious and deftly snatches them away from you. When the bell rings, you’re already rushing out the door, seamlessly weaving in with the quintessential crowd and letting bodies obscure you from view.
♡ But unfortunately, a grab at your sleeve halts you in your advance. Ack!
“Wait!”
♡ Not Ruggie. Not Jade. Not Kalim... huh? Oh, yeah. You get it now.
♡ Yuu stares at you with tenfold the adoration they once had, lips warming into a bright smile, white showing when you shoot them a questioning glance. Encapsulating your hand fully, they lean forward for you to hear them over the hubbub and you barely make the effort to crane your ears. It’s a fact they can’t read the room. Do you blame them, though? Debatable. It’s inevitable after all that attention and validation. Though.. the way it feels like they were standing right outside your class gives you momentary chills. ( that spot’s taken and you can only handle so much.)
“Sorry,” their grip loosens. “I just— we didn’t get to talk much earlier. You left so early, and Jade..” Teeth nearly mauling their lip, they shrug away the thought. “Nevermind. That isn’t what I came here for!”
hi, can you write story pls about how the boys tkatb react if the reader ask that they become his/her fake boyfriend? They're best friends but they fall in love with each other
𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤
𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: What's a good way to pass the time? Asking the men to be your "boyfriends" seem like a great way to pass some time, don't you think? You're totally not doing this because you have a crush on them. No, couldn't be you... could it?
𝕋𝕂𝔸𝕋𝔹 𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕩 𝔾ℕ!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
𝟙𝟠+ !!ℕ𝕆 𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕆ℝ𝕊!!
ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻: Sorry for the lateness, but better late than never, right? Maybe.
Aaaanyways, here you go, my little lovely!~
Enjoy.~
"Yes."
You blinked at Sol's eager answer to the question you didn't even get to ask. All you did was walk up to him, calling out his name and started to propose a little game with him when he interrupted you to give you his response.
That's Sol for you. Always eager when it came to you. You noticed it many times before, sometimes even taking advantage of it because you found it fun.
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
He didn't look guilty or remorseful to have already answered your question. Well, that took the fun out of asking.
"Whatever it is, I'll do it happily. As long as it's you..."
You didn't know the last part that he said, but you shrugged it off. Sol was a weird person, you knew that. It's one of the reasons why you like him so much. Romantically, that is.
"Well, I suppose that settles it then. You are now my fake boyfriend!" You exclaimed, lifting a hand to point at him with a wink, your other hand on your hip.
His face faltered slightly at your excited words, blinking once. Twice. "Fake boyfriend...?"
You nodded, humming in answer. "Yep! You'll do everything a boyfriend would do, just in front of people, so that they can believe that we are together, even though we aren't actually."
He looked down for a moment, almost sadly before covering it up before you could notice it with a small smile, looking back at you.
"Ok then, I'll be your fake boyfriend."
And Sol kept his word, being a fake boyfriend to you. A really great one, in fact.
Sol was very attentive to your needs, almost obsessively. If your feet hurt from walking, he wouldn't hesitate to pick you up and carry you everywhere. If you complained about not eating breakfast that morning, he would immediately give you his bento box that he made for his lunch, not even caring if he wouldn't be able to eat during lunchtime.
He was almost the perfect boyfriend. Almost. Save for the parts where Sol would glare at any and everybody who even tried to come near you. There were times where you would just look at him in disbelief when he almost got into a fight with someone who just accidentally knocked their shoulder into yours.
It was a lot. Intense, even. You hadn't expected Sol to be a... possessive boyfriend. Though, you wouldn't say you hated it. It made you feel protected, wanted even. You couldn't explain it but just seeing how he would defend and fight for you immediately made something dark stir in the pit of your stomach. You liked it. You could even say you loved it.
But it all came to a halt one evening when you stayed late at the campus, tending to the college's Gardens as usual when you heard something from a distance.
It was faint, but you heard it.
Your hands stopped digging into the dirt for one of the new flowers, straining your ears to listen, for anything. Then you heard it again. Grunting in the distance.
You set the mini shovel down on the concrete floor, taking off the garden gloves as you stood up, looking out of the glass and into the woods. It sounded like it was coming from there.
Part of you knew you should have ignored it, maybe it was just two students getting it on or something. But that small dark lingering part in the pit of your stomach made you want to go check it out, the dark stir tugging you towards the grunting sounds.
You left the greenhouse and made your way to the sound, trying to make your footsteps light against the fallen leaves of fall.
You could hear your heart starting to pound in your ears, faintly at first, but each step you took towards the noise that harder and louder your heart seemed to become.
The sounds lead you to an old toolshed, the grunting had stopped a few moments ago, as if whoever in there had stopped whatever they were doing.
You hesitated, your breathing uneven from your nerves. But you forced your feet to start moving, walking slowly up to the door of the shed, the leaves wet and soft under your shoes, hiding your footsteps. It smelled faintly of something metallic.
You reached the knob with a shaky hand, grasping the cold rusty metal against your hand and turned it, pushing the door open.
The smell hits you first, the smell stronger than when the door was closed, something metallic and coppery. Then the sight of in the shed made you freeze.
There was blood pooling on the wooden floor, seemingly fresh. Someone laying on the floor, unmoving, not breathing from where you stood. Then the man that turned when the door opened, his expression softening then panicked.
Your heart clenched in your chest. "Sol...?"
"Pumpkin, you're not supposed to be here." He dropped the axe, making you flinch at the clinking sound of the bloody blade. He turned his body to face you fully, reaching out to you with bloody hands, blood splattered on his face. "Please, please don't be scared of me. I-I did it to protect you. To protect us."
Your eyes went to the person on the floor, feeling the blood draining from your face at the sight. The guy's head was cut, almost chopped off but not quite. You don't recognize him.
Sol walked to you, reaching out to touch your face only to stop, as if remembering the blood on his hands. Instead, he grabbed your arms, trying to pull you closer to him, making you look back at him instead of the body.
"Please.. don't hate me. He was going to break us apart. I had to!" He looked at you with a pleading expression, tears beginning to form in his eyes out of desperation for you to believe him.
You couldn't believe him. Your Sol? A killer? He couldn't be! But it was hard to deny it with blood tainted on his skin. You should be disgusted, feeling hate for him killing another person who was innocent and did nothing wrong.
Yet you didn't. The opposite, in fact. You felt... warm on the inside, from the fact that he took action to keep this relationship, even if it was supposed to be fake.
"Why..?" It was the only response you could form.
He gave you a small sad smile that said too many words at once.
"Because I love you."
He loves you? Oh, you dreamed of him saying it to you, but you didn't think he actually felt that way about you. You weren't supposed to love a killer, to love someone who would hurt others for no reason.
But not Sol. He wasn't a killer. He was a protector. A lover, not a fighter.
You reached out, gently cupping his face. He immediately leaned into your touch, letting out a soft pained whimper, a single tear escaping beneath his lashes.
"I.. love you too, Sol."
He opened his eyes, his red-orange eyes searching yours, as if trying to see if he heard you right. He did. He couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck, his lips kissing your soft skin, his hot breath on your skin as he muttered softly against it.
"My love... my pumpkin... mine..."
You should feel scared. But you didn't. You just continued to love him.
𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕚𝕥?
"Fake... dating?"
Crowe gave you a confused expression as he set down a stack of student council books he was carrying.
You had seen Crowe in the hall of your school, deciding to walk with him when an idea had come to you. Why not ask him to be in a fake relationship with you? Was it a strange and out-of-pocket idea? Yes, yes it was. But it was a better than straight up asking him to go out with you. Then it won't hurt as badly if he says no.
You nodded, leaning against a desk. "Yea, you know, where two people decide to just date without actually dating."
He gave you an expression that might've said 'oh really? I didn't know that'. "I know what fake dating is. But why all of the sudden do you want to do that, with me nonetheless?"
You shrugged, looking down at the floor, watching your shoe lightly hitting the floor. "I just thought it would be fun to do." You looked at him, flashing that charming smile of yours. "Think of it as a... test run."
He raised an eyebrow. "Test run?"
"Mhm! To see if we—" You waved your finger in between you and him. "Are compatible with each other. Dating wise."
He blinked, his eyes wide and confused. Was it a bit of a stretch of the truth? A little, but a part of you hoped he would agree to do it. It would be the closest thing you'd have with a relationship with him.
He stared at you for a moment before his lips broke into a teasing smile. "A compatibility test, huh? Alright then, I'll do it."
Holy shit. You didn't expect him to actually agree.
You kept yourself composed, giving him that smug look of yours. "Let the test begin. May the odd be ever in your favor.~"
... Well, Crowe took this test very seriously. Almost literal.
Crowe was beyond your expectations as a boyfriend. And he was very public about it. Always taking your hand in his, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him any chance that he had gotten. Who knew the kindly prince would be so touchy?
Not that you could ever complain about it. You liked having his attention. A lot. Almost too much. And he seemed to like yours too. Maybe more than you liked his.
There was a time when Crowe was walking with you to your next class, as any boyfriend should do, when one of your classmates from a different class came up to you to ask you just a few questions about something you both were studying. As you two were talking, you could feel something... dark emanating from Crowe, but when you would look at him, he would just smile at you.
Yet you could tell something would be bothering him. But you'd brush it off, not thinking about it until he would wrap his hand around your shoulder, squeezing a little tighter than normally, looking at the student with a smile that was less gentle to them.
"Excuse us, I need to bring my partner to their class." And with that, he would drag you away from the student a little too quick than what a normal person would have done.
There were many other instances than that, but that one would always send a cold shiver down your spine. Not a scared one either.
One evening, you received a text from Crowe to meet up together after school. Saying that he wanted to show you something. Very ominous. Yet exciting.
You made your way to the school gate, seeing Crowe already there, looking a little nervous than his usual calm and collected self. When you approached, he finally noticed you, his gaze softening and his gentle smile widening.
"You came."
You tilted your head to the side. "Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?"
He looked down for a moment before looking back up, holding out his hand instead of answering your question. You looked at his hand for a moment before wrapping your arm around his instead of holding his hand.
He blinked, his cheeks becoming a dusty pink before he smiled brightened, his hand going on yours to gently squeeze it. He grabbed his bag and you two began to walk together, walking away from the school grounds.
You two talked for the beginning part of your walk, giggling and enjoying each other's company. But after a while, with nothing else to talk about, you both fell silent, walking together in arm in arm.
"Hey, Crowe, where are we going?" You finally asked, the question gnawing at your insides the whole time you two walked.
"You'll see. It's my favorite place."
You watched him for a moment before looking away, trusting him that he wouldn't murder you once you two were alone.
After a few more minutes of walking, he stopped, gently tugging you to follow him into a private path that seemed a little abandoned, with all the leaves and bushes in the way. You followed him, that small feeling of thinking you're going to be murdered growing a little bigger now.
He helped lead you down the path, moving his hand to hold yours instead of letting you hold his arm. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at you, letting go of your hand.
"Here we are." He announced, raising his arm and turning, letting you see the place he wanted to show you. You stared in awe, seeing the view of the bright city in the distance, a big beautiful and full tree nestled into the ground. You expected many things, but this was not one of them.
Seeing your expression, he smiled happily, moving to the tree, standing under it. "Have you ever heard of the Lily's myth before?" He asked suddenly, turning to look at you. You raised an eyebrow.
"Lily's myth?"
He smiled softly and turned to the tree, reaching out to press his palm against the bark of it. You walked closer to him, standing beside him as he kept looking at the tree.
"People say that this tree came that the humans came in contact with was blessed by the gods that guard the land. This tree used to bear multiple fruits that never rot and are free for anyone to take... says the more popular interpretation would say."
You looked at him, a little confused. "Popular interpretations?"
He nodded, turning to look at you. "Some say that the fruits are poisonous, others say that no one should take them, lest they be cursed."
You blinked, wincing a little at the other interpretations of the myth. "Sounds gruesome."
He let out a soft chuckle and nodded, tilting his head slightly as he watched you, his pupils dilating slightly. "Very... I just wanted you to see this place. It's beauty." He reached to you and gently cupped your cheek.
You felt your face start to burn from his gentle touch, his soft words. His lips, his eyes... everything about him was making you flustered.
"I don't want to fake date." He said suddenly. You blinked. Oh. Was this his way of stopping it gently. Did he not thing you two were compatible together like you did? He continued speaking softly.
"I want to be with you. For real. Officially."
You felt your heart flutter in your chest from his... confession? That is a confession, right? Whatever, he wants to be with you!
"I want to be with you too. Officially together." You said quickly, as if he would take his words back if you didn't confess to him in that moment.
He let out a breath that you didn't realize he was holding and without waiting, he leaned in, kissing you softly, his hands still cupping your cheeks.
You didn't hesitate to kiss him back.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥.
"No."
The answer was immediate; cold and straightforward. Just like him. God, it was hot when he was so cold towards you, even if you two were best friends. Or, well, you believed you two were best friends. Geo just... tolerates you. He lets you in his bubble, lets you linger near him, because he tolerates you.
You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. "Oh, come on. Don't be such a Debbie Downer. How could you reject such a wonderful person like me?"
He gave you a deadpan look, but it only made you smile at him, feigning innocence.
"There's no benefit of me participating in such an activity." He stuffed his hands in his hoodie pocket, starting to move past you to head to the car that was waiting for him at the other side of the college gates.
You turned to face him, his back to you. You hated when he left, but you love watching him leave.
"Actually, there is something beneficial for you in this." You called out to him, but he didn't even stop to listen to what it was, he didn't want to hear it. Yet you said it anyways, loud and clear for him to hear it as he reached the gate. "It'll help with your little... problem."
He stopped walking but didn't turn to look at you. He was quiet for a moment, but then you heard him speak, his voice still cold but with a tint of something else. Something you couldn't quite place.
"What problem would that be?"
You smirked, clasping your hands behind your back, slowly making your way over to him, circling him like a predator with its prey. "The problem that involves all your oh-so lovely fangirls." You stopped in front of him, giving him that smug look that was written all over your face.
He stiffened—visibly stiffened at the mention of his fangirls. The fangirls that he despises and finds annoying. How they always follow him, giving him their love letters and confessions. Especially on Valentines Day. You knew he hated it.
His jaw clenched slightly before releasing, his aquamarine eyes darkening just a little.
"And why would you want to help me with that? What's in it for you?" He asked, his words coming out low, as if he didn't want anyone knowing that he was actually considering your bright idea to fake date.
You crossed your arms over your chest, tilting your head a little as you looked at him, making your voice sound innocent when you spoke. Almost pouty, even. "My, Geo, whatever could make you think I would want anything for helping my dearest friend?"
He just glared at you, which made you sigh, seeing how he wasn't going to entertain your fake innocence.
"Let's just say that this will... benefit me greatly. The details are irrelevant." You'd rather die than to tell him the actual reason of having a tiny crush on him. Well, not if he beheads you for having a crush on him first. "Are you in or not?" You asked, holding out your hand for him to take; to shake on it. To make it official, this deal.
He stared at your hand, hesitating. Finally, he gave in, pulling out his hand out of his hoodie pocket and taking your hand in his to shake, his grip tighter than it should be.
It seemed like nothing had changed between you and Geo. But everything was subtly different. Geo would stand closer to you than before, though he kept his hands to himself most of the time. There were exceptions. Occasionally he's put his hand over yours when some girls would look over at him, other times he'd gently brush a strand of hair out of your face when there were a group of people around you. Yet he kept that same neutral expression, as if indifferent about the kind of "affection" he was giving you.
Well, any kind of affection is better than not receiving any. So, you took what you could get, not pushing for more. Just taking what he was willing to give you.
You never known Geo to be the jealous type. He just never seems like he's bothered by anything other than when Deryl would tease him about you two. That was until you noticed how he was looking at the person who was talking to you. You noticed that Geo was.. almost glaring at the person, staring very intently at them.
They noticed too, because soon enough, they started to avoid you after talking to you. You hadn't thought much of it until the physically jumped to walk away from you as fast as they could.
It was strange, to know that Geo could get jealous enough to make someone get scared to even be near you. You never brought it up to him, you just let it be. Why bring it up when you didn't have a problem with it?
During lunch, Geo had gotten up for a few minutes to go throw out his leftover food and to put his tray away, leaving you alone at the table you two were sitting at. Crowe and the others said that they couldn't make it to lunch because they needed to study. So, it was just you and Geo.
While he was away, you were scrolling on your phone when a random guy sat down in front of you and immediately started to flirt with you. You tried to tell him that you had a boyfriend, but the guy just thought of that as a challenge rather than an obstacle. Just when he was getting on your nerves, Geo came back, slamming his hand on the cafeteria table loud enough that other students started to look over.
"You lost?" Geo asked, his tone cold and dark, his eyes slanted at the guy, glaring at him. The guy glared back at him, not at all intimidated by him. He seemed rather pissed than anything.
"No, but you're ruining the moment between me and this little lovely."
You opened your mouth to interject, to tell this guy to scram when you felt Geo grabbing your chin, turning your head to make you look at him. You were going to ask what he was doing when he suddenly leaned in, placing his lips over yours in a soft yet tender kiss.
Your eyes widened but his gaze was still turned to the guy, as if trying to make sure that he was looking at Geo's claim over you.
The guy stared in utter disbelief before scoffing and getting up, muttering under his breath as he left the table. Geo's lips lingered on yours for a moment longer before he pulled away, breaking the kiss softly.
He took his seat beside you again, his face back to the neutral expression as he grabbed his phone out of his pocket, leaving you in utter shock and confusion. What just happened?
You turned your head to look at Geo, looking at him as if he had two heads. Sensing your gaze, he looked at you from the corner of his eyes.
"What."
"What do you mean 'what'? What was that?" You asked, staring at him like he just had the audacity to ask why you were staring at him.
He watched you for a moment longer before exhaling softly.
"It was a kiss. To make that guy go away." His expression hardened slightly the longer he looked at you. "Did you want him to continue making you uncomfortable?"
You blinked. "Well, no—"
"Good." And with that, he went back to scrolling on his phone, uninterested in the conversation. But you could tell that he was leaning slightly closer to you, staying close to you without actually touching you.
That's when it all dawned on you.
𝔾𝕖𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘.
"A lil' birdie told me that you're looking for a—ahem—'boyfriend'."
Hyugo moved his fingers in an air quote around the word boyfriend. You raised an eyebrow at him, slowly chewing on your food, the wind from the rooftop blowing gently against you two.
You two always ate together on the rooftop of the school, it was your quiet sanctuary from everyone else. Something Hyugo practically dragged you into doing with him. You've become accustomed to spending most of your time with him by now.
"Who told you that?"
He shrugged, looking down at his little sandwich that he stole from me moments ago. "Around. Why are you looking for one anyways?" He took a bite out of the sandwich, waiting for your response.
You thought for a moment. Why were you looking for a fake boyfriend? Out of boredom? For fun? "I don't know. I guess I just wanted to see what the hype of dating was about."
He gave you a look that made you believe that he didn't really like your answer.
"C'mon, you really can't think of any reason better than that?"
"What other reason should there be?"
He thought for a moment before shrugging. "I don' know, it's not my idea."
Both of you went back to eating, silently. Until Hyugo snapped his fingers loud enough to get your attention back on him.
"How about I be your 'boyfriend'?" He turned his head to glance at you, that cheeky smile on his face again.
You raised both of your eyebrows this time, a little surprised by his suggestion. "You? Why would you want to be my fake boyfriend?"
He put a hand on his chest, looking offended.
"Hey! Can't a guy have a little fun too?"
You gave him a deadpan look, but he just shrugged it off, waving a hand lazily at you.
"I just think it'll be funny seeing people's faces when they realized that we're together." He told you, leaning back on one hand on the bench you were on.
... You didn't really know anyone beside very few people. And people definitely wouldn't know who you were. But you pondered the idea, thinking of how that would look. You two together. It wasn't a bad thought.
"Alright then. I'll play your little game." You announced, giving him a sly smirk. He let out a laugh that was loud enough to make a nearby bird fly away from us.
He looked at you with the same look you gave him. "Alright then. Let the game begin.~"
You should have prepared yourself with what Hyugo had in mind for your "game". Hyugo was not quiet about it in the least. In fact, he probably would have thrown a party for how loud and dramatic he was about our "dating".
Hyugo was a very touchy person. He would grab your hand to hold, occasionally making you cup his face or play with his hair, pulling you closer to him by your clothes or waist, making sure people would look over at you two as he did so.
He wasn't ashamed to do it, even if you scolded him, he would do it again just to get a reaction out of you. But you didn't ask him to stop, it wasn't like you hated it. But sometimes it did feel too much to you.
But there was one time where it really got too much for you. It wasn't even anything serious!
One student had accidentally spilled something on you, and before they could even apologize, Hyugo turned to them with a very serious and deadly look, as if they had offended him rather than you.
You don't think you've ever seen anyone offer to buy you a new shirt so fast before. But that was when you knew that maybe it was a bad idea to fake date Hyugo.
So, you texted him to come up to the rooftop to talk. He didn't reply, but you knew that he would show up. Or you thought that he would've been on time at least.
You let out a sigh, checking the time. Lunch was almost over. Just when you were about to get up to leave, the rooftop door opened with Hyugo just casually strolling up to you, his hands behind his back.
"Sorry for being late, my sweet. I had to go get something but hadn't realized how long it actually took me." He said, as if him just being late was the norm. Well, it was for Hyugo.
You exhaled through your nose, just ripping the band aid off real fast. "Look, I think this whole dating thing has gotten in your head a little too much."
He blinked, clearly not expecting you to say that. He pouted, tilting his head a little. "What are you trying to say?"
"I'm saying... that maybe we should just.. call it off."
His face faltered a little but then he started to laugh, one hand coming around his back to hold his stomach as he laughed. You stared at him, unsure about what he was laughing at.
"I'm serious, Hyugo."
"I know, and that's what makes it funnier!" He howled, being dramatic again.
You crossed your arms over your chest, giving him a stern look, waiting for him to finish laughing.
When he did, he pulled out a single little flower to you. Not just any flower, but a red tulip. A flower that means deep or perfect love.
"I was hoping that I could confess that I want us to be together, like for real. But then you kinda just ruined the gesture a little bit." He said sheepishly, holding the flower out to you, looking at you expectantly. "But, I still stand by it. Will you be mine?~"
You stared at the flower, then at him. Was he being serious?
"Honestly, you're a little scary to date," You started, which made him open his mouth to protest, but you reached out, grabbing the flower from him. "But I'm up for the challenge."
As soon as you said that, his whole face lit up, reaching out to grab you, spinning you two around like a happy child on Christmas.
You still stand by on him being a little intense and scary to date.
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