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Ohhh rangshi nation, we're eating so well in 2026 the game and now the comics.

I'm so excited for Roku and Yangchen, more Kavik et Ta Min too I hope! !!

Korra and aang too ofc, but I want so much to know about previous avatars like szeto or salai..

Look at these cuties !! PENGPENG TOOO

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Yangvik art

Hi again. Here is the commission I asked from @mrblake_x on istg. He's very talented, go check his work! !

Yangchen and kavik.

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Yangvik fanfic modern au part 2

Yeah, chapter 2 here. Enjoy !

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Kavik couldn't move,the words caught in his throat.

The student council president. The very symbol of discipline and authority. Always at the top of every ranking, volunteering for multiple charities...

...had just asked him for drugs.

He finally managed to force out a single word.

-What?

Yangchen quietly closed the door behind her. She'd probably mistaken his silence for fear. She must've thought he was worried someone else would walk in and catch them.

-I'm asking if I could have some.

She repeated herself with the same calm voice.

It didn't sound like an order.

It didn't even sound like a threat.

Just... a request.

-Uh... it's my last one.

Kavik answered almost apologetically. But it was true.

He'd been working for Qiu for about two weeks now.

Qiu gave him a sales quota, so Kavik quietly raised his prices just enough to hit the target while still keeping a little extra weed for himself.

Qiu still hadn't noticed. Either he was unbelievably stupid or Kavik was just that good.

Probably a little of both.

Yangchen made a tiny pout, clearly disappointed.

Then she simply looked at him.

Without saying anything.

Without moving.

She just kept looking.

Kavik swallowed, a chill ran down the back of his neck.

At first glance, Yangchen wasn't intimidating.

Her expression was calm, almost gentle.

But her gray eyes told a different story.

There was a quiet determination hidden behind them, as if that disappointed look were only a mask and underneath it, she was already insisting.

Maybe even threatening him.

There was no way to tell.

-We could share... if you want?

A bright smile instantly lit up her face.

She walked down the few steps separating them before sitting beside him, carefully smoothing her long skirt underneath her legs.

Their knees brushed together.

The denim of Kavik's jeans grazed the bare skin of Yangchen's knee, hidden only moments ago beneath the fabric of her skirt.

She probably didn't do that on purpose...unless she did.

Maybe she just wanted to stay close enough to keep putting that weird pressure on him. Another question he'd never have an answer to.

They kept staring at each other, then Yangchen lowered her eyes toward his hands.

Kavik immediately understood. A silent order.

She was waiting for him to finish what he'd started. 

He looked away and went back to rolling the joint.

-Thanks.

Her voice softened.

-You're seriously saving my life.

She tilted her head slightly, watching him work.

Kavik carefully avoided looking back at her, pretending to be completely focused on the paper between his fingers.

He had absolutely no interest in making conversation.

If the student council president wanted to talk...

She could carry the conversation herself.

-It's kind of embarrassing for the student council president, I know...

She smiled sheepishly.

-...but I can't remember your name. You look really familiar, though. Sorry.

-Kavik.

His own name came out sounding almost like an insult. His throat was still so tight that his voice cracked upward.

Relax, damn it. You're acting pathetic.

Yangchen's eyes widened slightly,like a lightbulb had just gone off.

-Oh! Right! Kavik!

Her smile grew wider.

-tu as été transféré ici l'année dernière, environ deux mois avant les vacances d'été, parce que ton père a trouvé un nouvel emploi. Je devais te faire visiter l'école, mais j'ai finalement demandé à quelqu'un d'autre de le faire à ma place.

She looked genuinely apologetic.

-Au fait, je suis vraiment désolé. Ce n'était pas très professionnel de ma part.

She rested her cheek against the palm of her hand, still facing him.

Still waiting for her Holy Grail, still trying to catch his eyes.

-J'ai demandé au capitaine de l'équipe de lutte de te faire visiter les lieux. Comme tu as pratiqué la lutte dans ton ancien lycée, je me suis dit que ce serait une bonne façon de te présenter au club.

Kavik turned his head so fast it almost hurt.

His eyes widened before he could stop himself.

How the hell does she know all that? We've literally never spoken.

He forced every muscle in his face to stay perfectly still.

But Yangchen had already noticed.

She offered him another soft smile before tilting her head again.

That little habit was seriously starting to annoy him.

He felt like he was sitting in a police interrogation room where one wrong answer could ruin everything.

Meanwhile she acted like they were just making small talk between friends.

-It's kind of my job to look out for the students.

She shrugged lightly.

-I have to know a little about everyone.

Kavik didn't push the subject,he didn't want to.

The only thing he wanted...

Was to get as far away from this girl as possible.

Kavik ran his tongue one last time along the rolling paper before sealing it carefully.

He tapped the joint against his thumbnail to pack the weed tighter, rolled the tip between his fingers, then held it out to his unexpected smoking partner.

This little game had gone on long enough.

He needed to take back at least a little control before this beautiful storm swept him away with it.

-Ladies first.

For the first time since they'd met, he looked her straight in the eyes.

A faint, almost teasing smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Yangchen didn't move immediately.

Her gray eyes stayed locked on his for another second, as if she were trying to figure out what had changed.

Then she gently accepted the joint. Their fingers brushed.

Kavik could've sworn she let the contact linger just a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

-Thank you... I appreciate the gesture...

Before she could finish, Kavik flicked his lighter open and a small flame danced to life.

Yangchen leaned in slightly,the tip of the joint glowed orange.

-...and the gallantry

She took one drag, then another and only after her second hit did she hand it back.

As she leaned away, her eyes found his again.

He refused to look away.

Neither of them blinked. Neither of them gave in.

A few silent seconds stretched between them before Yangchen finally broke eye contact first, turning her head slightly as she exhaled.

First round.

Not a victory.

But he'd take it.

-I never smoke at school...

Her voice came out softer beneath the cloud of smoke.

-Actually... this is my first time. I'm a little nervous

She glanced down at the joint, then she looked back at him.

-Is this where everyone comes to smoke?

So she smokes... just never here.

That was probably the last thing he'd expected.

He took the joint back, their fingertips brushed again.

This time, he was the one who let the contact last just a heartbeat longer.

Everything came down to the little details.

He took one hit.

-Some people do.

He slowly let the smoke escape.

-But this place smells so awful that nobody sticks around for long.

He shrugged.

-Usually... it's just me.

Then a second and passed the joint back.

Yangchen took two more drags before wrinkling her nose.

-Doesn't the smell bother you?

Kavik accepted the joint again.

He shrugged.

-Yeah, it's disgusting.

He glanced around the old trash area.

His eyes drifted toward the closed emergency door behind them.

-But it's also the quietest place in the whole school. Nobody wants to walk all the way around the building just because this door's jammed shut.

A small smile appeared on his face.

-Or... at least that's what I thought.

His eyes met hers again.

-Didn't know the student council president had experience kicking doors down.

The corners of Yangchen's lips lifted ever so slightly.

A quiet laugh escaped through her nose before she caught herself.

-In my defense...

She nodded toward the door.

-It isn't sealed shut.

She smiled, just a little.

-It's just ridiculously old if you're stubborn enough it eventually gives up.

Kavik chuckled.

He brought the joint back to his lips, taking two more drags before offering it to her again.

-Wish I'd known that sooner.

A thin stream of smoke drifted from between his lips.

-Could've saved myself a few hundred miles walking around this school.

Yangchen accepted it.

Again.

Their fingers touched.

Again.

Coincidence?

He was starting to doubt it.

She took her usual two hits before answering.

-You're welcome.

A faint glimmer of amusement sparkled in her gray eyes.

-I'm always happy to help.

Silence settled between them. It wasn't uncomfortable.

The tension from those first few minutes had eased.

At least on the surface, Kavik still couldn't afford to let his guard down,with Yangchen he had the feeling a trap could spring shut at any second.

-So...

She slowly rolled the joint between her fingers.

Kavik noticed how surprisingly elegant her hands were.

Long, slender fingers.

The half-finished joint almost looked out of place resting between them.

Then she looked back at him.

-Do you only smoke...

She paused.

-...or do you sell too?

Kavik stiffened instantly.

He'd stayed cautious this entire time, but that question caught him completely off guard.

Don't panic.

You've got this.

He took a slow breath.

Just enough to make it seem like he was searching for the right words.

-Uh...

His voice wavered.

Just enough.

-No...

He hesitated.

-I mean... no.

He vaguely gestured toward somewhere beyond the school grounds.

-I bought it outside school.

Yangchen tilted her head again.

The same calm gray eyes.

Watching.

Listening.

Neither convinced...

Nor suspicious.

She simply looked like someone waiting patiently for the truth.

She accepted the joint again and their fingers brushed once more.

She took two slow drags before handing it back. His fingertips grazed hers yet again.

Was she really holding the contact a little longer or was he imagining things ? There was no way to know.

She leaned in just slightly, close enough for him to feel her presence.

-Are you trying to lie to me, Kavik?

Kavik let out a small, embarrassed laugh.

The kind a teenager gives after getting caught.

Exactly what he wanted her to see.

Perfect.

Kavik lowered his eyes.

-Yeah...

He let out a quiet sigh.

-You're right.

He flicked his lighter open again and relit the fading joint before taking two slow drags.

Long enough to decide which version of the truth he wanted to tell.

-I sell a little.

He shrugged.

-I work for this small-time dealer. He wanted to expand his business into the high school.

Technically he hadn't lied.

He'd simply left out every detail that mattered.

The joint was nearly finished now, he held it out to Yangchen.

Their fingers met once again.

She accepted it without breaking eye contact.

Two drags like before and only then did she speak.

-Is there a reason?

She blew the smoke away from them.

-Or do you just enjoy it?

Finally.

The opening he'd been waiting for.

His best performance.

Without even thinking about it, his body slipped into a role he'd perfected years ago.

His shoulders sagged just a little, his eyes drifted away from hers and his breathing slowed.

Even his voice lost some of its confidence.

He didn't have to force any of it anymore ; years of practice had made it second nature.

He knew exactly which expression made people soften.

Exactly how much hesitation sounded genuine.

Exactly when to smile and exactly how broken that smile needed to look.

-It's just...

He hesitated.

As if saying the words out loud hurt.

-Things have been... kind of rough at home lately.

He looked up just long enough to meet her eyes, then lowered them again.

-My dad makes decent money...

He forced a weak smile.

-But we found out recently that my grandparents left us with a lot of debt before they passed away.

Another pause.

-So by the end of every month...

He shrugged helplessly.

-We barely have anything left, i just wanted to help a little.

Everything was fake of course.

His grandparents were alive.

And his family wasn't struggling, there weren't any debts.

But the best lies were never built on huge stories, they were built on details.

He slowly looked back up.

Yangchen hadn't moved.

Her face was still calm but something had changed.

Her eyebrows had drawn together ever so slightly.

Her lips parted as though she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

The quiet curiosity that had been sitting behind her gray eyes was gone ; now there was only sympathy.

Real sympathy.

For several long seconds she stayed silent, as though she were genuinely searching for the right thing to say.

-Oh...

Her voice came out almost as a whisper.

-I'm... really sorry, Kavik.

He knew that look, he'd seen it countless times before.

It was the expression people wore when they stopped looking for a lie and started seeing only the person standing in front of them.

It had worked.

For just a second he almost felt guilty.

Almost.

If he'd wanted to push it further, he could've made his voice crack, he could've even cried.

He still knew exactly how to put on that abandoned puppy look that melted adults almost instantly.

But there was no point.

Yangchen already believed him, there was nothing left to gain.

He gently patted his knees before standing up.

-Well...

He slipped his backpack over one shoulder.

-Guess I've confessed everything.

He forced another resigned smile.

-We should probably go see the principal now.

He took a small step forward.

-You can finish it…

He stopped.

A hand had slipped into his. Not forcefully. Not tightly.

Just enough to stop him from walking away.

Kavik instinctively looked down to see their hands.

Yangchen had stood up too.

She was facing him now, still holding his hand.

She seriously has no concept of personal space.

From this close, he could make out every little detail.

The faint line that appeared between her brows whenever she was thinking. A few loose strands of brown hair escaping her hairstyle.

And despite the lingering smell of weed surrounding them, she still smelled surprisingly nice.

He couldn't quite place the scent.

And there was no way he was going to lean in just to figure it out. That would be really weird.

-I'm sorry, Kavik...

Her voice was gentle.

Not the kind of gentle people put on out of politeness, the real kind.

-I really wish there was something I could do to help you.

Her gray eyes never left his,  searching for a solution.

She actually believes it.

For a split second he almost felt sorry for her.

Almost, again.

Yangchen lowered her gaze, thinking. Then, after a brief silence, she looked back up.

-Here's what we're going to do.

This time, she let go of his hand.

-I'm not going to report you.

Kavik looked up at her, deliberately letting surprise spread across his face.

-But...

Her tone stayed calm, steady.

-I need you to promise me that you'll never sell anything inside this school again.

She paused.

-Ever.

Another brief silence then she smiled softly

-And i'd really like you to try to stop altogether.I know it probably won't happen overnight. And I know it won't be easy…

Her fingers absentmindedly brushed against her own wrist as she spoke.

-...but I don't want you putting yourself in danger anymore.

A faint smile appeared.

One that almost looked relieved.

-I'd worry about you.

It was too good to be true.

Kavik let out a slow breath he'd been pretending to hold.

His shoulders relaxed and he lifted his eyes toward her, filling them with gratitude.

-Really...?

His voice came out barely above a whisper. He shook his head as if he couldn't quite believe what he'd just heard.

-I...

A small, genuine-looking laugh escaped him.

-Thank you. Seriously...Thank you so much, President.

He swallowed.

-I promise. I won't sell anything at school anymore.

Yangchen's smile grew just a little wider, the tiny crease between her eyebrows finally disappeared.

-You can just call me Yangchen.

Kavik smiled back.

-I don't think I could.

He adjusted the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

-I already owe you way too much.

He dipped his head politely.

-Thank you...President Yangchen.

He gave her one last nod before walking away.

Like always, he circled around the building instead of using the emergency door, without looked back.

A faint smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

You're one hell of an actor, Kavik.

- - - 

Yangchen stared blankly ahead, her cheek resting against the palm of her hand.

Kavik, Kavik,Kavik...

His name wouldn't leave her alone.

She kept replaying their conversation behind the school over and over again.

The way his shoulders had slumped, he kept avoiding her gaze, as if he were trying to hide how uncomfortable he felt. Even the way he spoke reluctantly, like every word had to be dragged out of him.

That was the part that hurt the most: she couldn't do anything.

Once students walked through the school gates, their lives stopped being something she had any control over. Whatever happened at home, whatever burdens they carried... She couldn't fix them.

And if there was one thing she wished she could do, it was exactly that.

There was, however, one problem she could do something about : The drug dealing.

Kavik wasn't going to stop, she knew that.

He'd sounded sincere when he'd promised her, but Yangchen wasn't naïve enough to believe someone would walk away from a source of income just because she'd asked nicely.

So how could she help him?

Maybe she could help him find a job.

It wasn't a terrible idea.

But what kind of job? What did he enjoy doing? What was he actually good at? What were his hobbies?

That was the real problem.

She couldn't help Kavik because she didn't know the first thing about him.

And that was exactly what she needed to change.

Still, the realization bruised her pride.

She knew it was impossible to know every single student in a school this large, there were hundreds of them. But Kavik had only transferred in last year, and somehow he'd slipped right through the cracks. He didn't seem to have made a single real connection since arriving.

Making sure students felt like they belonged here, that was supposed to be her job.

And she'd missed him completely.

The thought left an uncomfortable weight in her chest.

Her eyes drifted toward the Human Sciences worksheet lying on her desk. She'd finished it several minutes ago. It hadn't exactly been difficult. Yet she was still sitting there, absentmindedly twirling her pen between her fingers while staring at the page without actually reading it.

Their teacher had probably assigned the worksheet for one reason only: to fill the last twenty minutes of class. As usual, he'd spent the entire period behind his computer, leaving everyone else to work at their own pace.

A soft vibration pulled her back to reality, her phone buzzed against the corner of her desk.

Without thinking, she tucked her pen between her teeth and glanced at the screen.

Instagram.

Like always, a dozen other notifications were piled up beneath it :Student Council, private messages, reminders, club announcements, random posts.

She ignored every single one and opened Instagram instead.

The notification came from the president of the Journalism Club.

He'd posted in the group chat that included every club president as well as the Student Council president, a tradition started years ago by Szeto during his term.

Each year, the new officers were added to the group so everyone could stay informed about meetings, school events, and announcements.

Yangchen had kept the tradition alive.

Partly because it was practical.

Mostly because it gave every club president a private place to complain about teachers and questionable administrative decisions.

It kept everyone happy.

Just talked to the head of student services. Tonight's meeting has been canceled, he can't make it after all. It'll probably be rescheduled for next week. He'll keep us updated

Several people had already reacted with a thumbs-up. 

Yangchen simpl,y added a like, normally she would've thanked him but today, she just didn't have the energy.

Her thumb was already moving away from the screen when an idea suddenly flashed through her mind.

That's it, that's how she’ll start learning more about him.

She immediately opened Instagram's search bar.

Kavik.

Several accounts appeared.

None of the profile pictures belonged to the boy she'd met behind the school.

Maybe his last name...

She frowned.

What was his last name again?

She distinctly remembered reading it last year, it started with a W.

Wolcine?

Walkine?

Wal...

No.

Nothing.

Kavik.W

Still nothing.

She quietly exhaled through her nose.

Okay... let's try something else.

There were exactly two things she knew about him.

Wrestling and selling weed.

She pursed her lips.

Wow. That was not exactly a flattering résumé.

Kavik.wrestling

Nothing.

Kavik.joint

Still nothing.

Kavik.dealer

Nope.

She sighed dramatically before typing another possibility.

Kavik.IHideBehindTheSchoolToSellDrugs

Nothing.

Shocking.

Despite herself, the corner of her mouth twitched upward.

At this point, she might as well keep going.

Kavik.IHavePrettyBlueEyes

Still nothing.

The school bell rang.

Yangchen blinked several times, snapping back to reality. Slowly, she slipped her phone into her bag and gathered the rest of her things.

Social media stalking had been a complete failure.

Well, she'd just have to look somewhere else.

Fortunately, she already knew exactly where.

She walked confidently through the hallway, weaving between students with determined strides.

Several of them greeted her as she passed. She answered every one of them with the same warm smile and a small wave.

-Have a good evening!

She never slowed down.

Eventually she reached the north wing of the school, stopping in front of a small, unremarkable door that blended almost perfectly into the wall.

It wasn't hidden but people simply never noticed it.

Yangchen pulled out her phone and switched to the front-facing camera.

A loose strand of hair had escaped. She tucked it neatly back into place, then another.

She absentmindedly smoothed the wrinkles from her skirt before slipping her phone back into her shoulder bag.

A long breath escaped her lips.

A bright, practiced smile naturally settled back onto her face.

She raised her hand and knocked three times.

-Come in!

Yangchen gently opened the door.

-Good afternoon, Mr. Boma. How are you?

The top of an almost completely bald head immediately popped up from behind a mountain of paperwork.

The older man's fingers froze above his keyboard before his entire face lit up.

-Miss Rlung! Well, isn't this a nice surprise.

Yangchen genuinely liked Mr. Boma.

He was one of the kindest people at school, the sort of adult who somehow managed to make every student feel welcome.

His cheerful personality almost made up for the depressing office he spent his days in a cramped room overflowing with filing cabinets, dusty archive boxes, and shelves packed with paperwork.

She'd always thought someone as patient and hardworking as him deserved a brighter office.

Something with windows, at least.

-You were just here helping me organize the archives last week, he said with a warm smile. Why aren't you out enjoying your afternoon? I heard the budget meeting got postponed.

He wagged a finger at her, pretending to scold her.

-You're allowed to take a break every once in a while, you know.

Yangchen smiled back.

He really did care about the students.

She still couldn't understand why someone so dedicated had been tucked away in an office no one ever visited.

-That's very sweet of you, Mr. Boma. But I'm actually not here to help today...

She hesitated.

-Unless you need me, of course.

He chuckled, brushing the two carefully combed white strands of hair back behind his ears, he folded his hands on the desk.

-So then, Madam President... what can I do for you?

Yangchen walked over with her hands clasped behind her back.

She looked almost like a little girl trying to convince her parents to buy the most ridiculously expensive toy in the store.

-Well...

She smiled politely.

-I was hoping I could access a document.

Mr. Boma frowned.

-A document?

He tilted his head before gesturing toward the endless rows of filing cabinets lining the walls.

-You mean something from the student archives? Did one of the teachers send you?

For a split second Yangchen considered saying yes.

It would've been so much easier.

But what if Mr. Boma later thanked the teacher? Or casually mentioned the request?

The lie would fall apart immediately.

Terrible idea.

She abandoned it before it could even leave her mouth.

Instead, her smile softened.

-Actually...

She folded her hands together in front of her.

-It's for me.

A brief silence settled between them.

-I'd just like to look at one student's file.

She immediately raised both hands before he could misunderstand.

-Nothing serious, I promise! I only need to check one little thing. It'll take two minutes, tops. I won't copy anything or change anything, I swear.

Mr. Boma slowly scratched the back of his neck.

His smile faded.

-Miss Rlung...

He looked genuinely apologetic.

-Les dossiers des élèves sont confidentiels. Je crains de ne pouvoir en autoriser l'accès à personne.

Yangchen's smile froze for the tiniest fraction of a second.

...Well.

That didn't work.

She took a discreet breath.

Okay.

Plan B...

...

What Plan B?

She hadn't come up with one.

Not even a little.

She'd walked in assuming that smiling politely would somehow solve everything.

She instinctively clasped her hands together.

-You can trust me... I've helped you organize these archives plenty of times. Couldn't you do me this one tiny favor?

The words were barely out of her mouth before she regretted them. She'd never helped Mr. Boma expecting something in return, using that as leverage felt cheap.

But Kavik had occupied her thoughts so completely that she'd started compromising principles she normally would've defended without hesitation.

Mr. Boma gently shook his head.

-Miss Rlung...

His voice remained calm but there was a firmness to it now.

-I think very highly of you. You know that.

He paused.

-But using your position as Student Council President for personal reasons, that's not something I ever expected from you.

Yangchen's smile stiffened.

...Ouch.

This was going badly.

Very badly.

Not only was she running out of arguments but also because she was being scolded, just like a child.

Something that almost never happened to her.

She'd come here completely unprepared.

No real plan, no backup plan : Nothing.

No.

No, no, no...

She refused to leave empty-handed.

Her mind raced desperately for another excuse.

But the harder she searched the emptier her thoughts became.

Mr. Boma took another breath.

-I'm sorry, Miss Rl…

-There's a boy I really, really like... and I wanted to learn more about him!

...

Silence.

Complete.

Utter.

Silence.

Yangchen herself needed a full second to process what had just come out of her own mouth.

Why? Out of every possible excuse. Why that one?

Her exhausted brain had somehow chosen the worst possible option.

Mr. Boma blinked. Once, twice, then a third time.

-...I'm sorry?

Heat exploded across Yangchen's face.

Her cheeks burned so fiercely she was convinced they had turned bright red.

Oh no.

Fatigue was officially making her stupid.

She covered part of her face with one hand before leaning against his desk.

This is mortifying...

Not only was she leaving without any information about Kavik but also because she'd probably just destroyed every ounce of credibility she'd built with Mr. Boma over the past year.

Was she really this exhausted or had the universe simply decided today was the perfect day to embarrass her?

A quiet chuckle interrupted her spiral.

Yangchen slowly looked up.

Mr. Boma was smiling.

-Hold on...

There was unmistakable amusement dancing in his eyes.

-You're telling me all of this...was because you have a crush on some boy?

No way, is this actually working? 

For a split second, Yangchen didn't move.

Then an idea clicked into place. Her face was already red and her embarrassment was real, she might as well use it.

She lowered her gaze, clasped her hands together in front of her, and began absentmindedly rubbing her thumbs against each other.

When she spoke again, her voice came out quieter. More hesitant.

-Well... I met this guy earlier today.

She gave him a shy, awkward smile.

-C'est un étudiant transféré, donc... je ne sais presque rien de lui. Je connais seulement son prénom, et je n'ai trouvé aucune trace de lui sur les réseaux sociaux.

Mr. Boma leaned forward ever so slightly, his eyes practically sparkled with curiosity.

Yangchen suddenly felt like she'd been transported into a middle school sleepover, gossiping about crushes with her friends.

It's working.

Ça fonctionne vraiment .

-J'ai à peine eu le temps de lui parler avant que le cours ne reprenne... et puis je l'ai perdu de vue.

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

-Nobody really seems to know him.

She lowered her eyes again before adding, almost under her breath,

-I just... thought he was really cute.

A timid smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

-And honestly... I don't think I'd have the patience to wait until tomorrow just to talk to him again.

A nervous little laugh escaped her.

-Especially with student council... I'm probably going to spend the whole day running around campus.

She stole a quick glance at Mr. Boma before gently biting her lower lip.

Is she overdoing it?

She looked back up.

Mr. Boma seemed completely invested now. His eyebrows had lifted, and a warm, almost fatherly smile had settled across his face.

No. Perfect. Keep going.

-I know students are allowed to leave a phone number in their school file...

She absentmindedly toyed with the strap of her shoulder bag.

-C'est facultatif, mais… je me suis dit que si j'avais de la chance… je pourrais peut-être lui envoyer un texto. Tu sais… apprendre à le connaître un peu.

Her voice gradually faded, as if she were only now realizing how unreasonable her request sounded.

Then she took a slow breath.

Time for the finishing blow.

-Mais vous avez raison.

She gave a small shake of her head before offering him an embarrassed smile.

-I shouldn't be using my position as Student Council President for something this personal.

She clasped her hands together again and she bowed her head politely

-Je n'aurais même pas dû poser la question. Je suis désolé, Monsieur Boma.

Without waiting for an answer, she took a step back.

-Je vous laisse retourner au travail. Je suis sûr de le croiser demain… ou un autre jour.

She offered one last resigned smile.

-Have a nice evening, Mr…

-Ah...

Mr. Boma stopped her before she could reach the doorknob, he let out an amused sigh.

-Teenagers...

He slowly shook his head.

-J'avais oublié à quel point les gens peuvent être terriblement maladroits quand ils aiment vraiment quelqu'un.

Yangchen had to fight to keep the corner of her mouth from twitching.

No way.. this is actually working.

She stayed perfectly still, pretending she was too embarrassed to say another word.

Mr. Boma crossed his arms, deep in thought for a few seconds, then he smiled.

-Alright... here's what we'll do.

He raised a finger and instinctively lowered his voice, as though he were about to reveal classified information.

-I'll check whether there's a phone number in his student file.

He gave her a conspiratorial smile.

-That's all you'll be allowed to know.

He emphasized the last sentence.

-And afterward... we'll both pretend this conversation never happened.

Yangchen's eyes widened.

This time she barely had to act.

-Really?

Her voice jumped an octave.

-Oh... thank you!

Her smile spread across her face before she could stop it.

-Thank you so much, Mr. Boma!

She caught herself almost immediately and cleared her throat.

-His name is Kavik... and I think his last name starts with a W. He's a senior, like me.

Mr. Boma nodded before getting to his feet with an almost paternal smile.

-Alright then...

He walked toward the tall metal filing cabinets where the student records were kept.

As he searched, he began softly whistling to himself.

-Guess love at first sight really does still exist.

He pulled open a drawer and started flipping through folders.

- Moi qui pensais que votre génération avait complètement renoncé au romantisme…

Yangchen lowered her head just enough to hide the smile threatening to break across her face.

If only you knew…

Mr. Boma disappeared behind the rows of filing cabinets.

Yangchen watched him go, forcing herself to stay perfectly still. Inside, though, she could feel the tension slowly melting away.

She'd actually pulled it off. She still couldn't believe that ridiculous story had worked.

It had cost her a good chunk of her dignity...But she'd gotten exactly what she'd come here for.

Honestly? That felt like a fair trade.

-Let's see... W...

Mr. Boma muttered to himself as he scanned the labels.

-Ka... Kav...

He finally slid a thin file from one of the drawers and carried it back to his desk.

-Here we go.

He carefully opened it, treating the worn folder with the same care he seemed to give everything else in this office.

Yangchen forced herself not to lean in.

Don't look. Don't make it obvious.

Mr. Boma flipped through the first few pages.

-Phone number...

One page, then another, then a third.

His eyebrows slowly drew together.

-Huh...

He turned another page.

Yangchen felt a flicker of hope.

-Nothing?

Mr. Boma shook his head.

-Doesn't look like it.

He checked one last time before closing the folder with a quiet sigh.

-There's only an address listed for his legal guardians. No personal phone number.

Yangchen let out a small disappointed sigh.

-Oh...

She forced a polite smile.

-That's okay.

Lowering her eyes, she reached for her bag.

-Thanks anyway, Mr. Boma.

She made it halfway through turning toward the door before she heard him speak again.

-Wait a second.

Yangchen looked back. Mr. Boma reopened the folder.

-Here.

He held it out toward her, but didn't let go right away.

-Take a quick look yourself. At my age, my eyesight isn't exactly what it used to be.

He smiled apologetically, his grip stayed firm for another second.

-But only to check whether there's a phone number.

He stressed every word. Yangchen gently placed both hands on the folder.

-I promise.

Only then did Mr. Boma let go. He returned to his computer, already reaching for the keyboard.

-I've got one last letter to finish.

The sound of typing filled the room again.

Yangchen waited :  One second, Two.

He wasn't watching anymore.

Now.

She opened the file, her eyes swept across the first page. She wasn't really reading : She was scanning.

Year of organizing meetings, proofreading reports, sorting through proposals, and digging through administrative paperwork had trained her brain to spot useful information almost instantly.

Kavik Wolverine.

Born April 18.

Father: Accountant.

Mother: Licensed childcare provider.

Previous school:  Random Long Stretch Public High School.

Member of the wrestling team.

Strong competitive record.

She flipped to the next page :teacher evaluations from his previous school.

"Serious student. Participates often. Takes initiative during group work. Talkative, but hardworking."

Talkative?

Her eyebrows lifted.

Really? I practically had to drag every word out of him earlier...

A smile spread across her face before she could stop it, she loved moments like this.

Every little piece of information felt like finding another piece of an enormous puzzle she'd eventually solve.

She turned to another page, these evaluations were from this school.

Only four months' worth, once summer break was taken out.

The smile disappeared almost immediately.

"Inconsistent effort. Capable of excellent results with greater commitment. Frequent absences. Assignments rarely submitted. Appears to isolate himself voluntarily."

Yangchen's fingers tightened around the edge of the folder.

The student described by his former teachers barely resembled the one attending this school now.

Her eyes continued down the page.

Mathematics: Excellent.

Science: Above average.

She mentally filed the information away.

Interesting.

Another page, still no phone number.

Just an address.

She memorized it before quietly closing the folder.

-Time's up.

Mr. Boma's voice made her jump ever so slightly.

She looked up immediately, her usual warm smile already back in place.

-I couldn't find a phone number either.

She handed the folder back with both hands.

-But thank you for letting me check.

Mr. Boma placed it back on his desk before smiling knowingly.

-Well?

He lowered his voice conspiratorially.

-At least you've got his last name and his class now.

Yangchen felt warmth creep back into her cheeks.

-I suppose that's already a good start.

Mr. Boma chuckled.

-Ah... Teenagers.

He shook his head fondly.

-J'avais oublié à quel point on peut être impatient quand quelqu'un attire vraiment notre attention.

Yangchen lowered her gaze, hiding a smile that, this time, wasn't entirely fake. She gave him a polite bow.

-Thank you again, Mr. Boma.

Just as her hand touched the doorknob, he called after her one last time.

-Miss Rlung?

She turned around.

He gave her a playful wink.

-You'll let me know how things turn out, won't you?

Yangchen froze for half a second, then a genuine smile escaped her.

-I... honestly have no idea what you're talking about.

She slipped out of the office just as warm laughter echoed behind her. At least Mr. Boma would have a wonderful story to tell his wife tonight. Her ridiculous little lie had made two people happy.

Out in the hallway, Yangchen pressed a hand against her forehead.

She'd gotten exactly what she wanted. But at what cost?

She had probably convinced one of the sweetest men at school that she'd fallen head over heels for a boy she'd known for less than two hours.

A long sigh escaped her.

I'm never going to be able to look him in the eye again.

[azertywallee]

Yangvik modern AU

Hello everyone, I am new here and I started this fanfiction for Yangvik week but I missed it due to lack of time. But I thought maybe I could show it to you anyway, it doesn’t cost anything.

This is my first fanfiction, don’t hesitate if you see any points to improve; I’m listening to everything to improve myself.

This fanfiction has no name, and I don’t know how many chapters I’m going to do before leaving it; this is the first one.

And have a good week yangvik (late)

English is not my main language; if you see spelling mistakes, grammar errors, or just things that aren’t said, don’t hesitate either!

Enjoy !

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I've run into some shit, so I'm gonna disappear for a while.

I'm okay, though. I swear. Don't worry about me.

Take care of Mom and Dad for me, little bro.

I'll be back. Promise.

Kaylaan

P.S. Don't bother texting me back. This phone won't exist by the time you read this.

Kavik could remember exactly how he'd reacted the morning that message came in.

His alarm had just started going off.

Normally, it took seven or eight snoozes before he dragged himself out of bed. Mornings and Kavik had never gotten along.

But that day...

The first note of his default ringtone was enough to make his eyes fly open.

Almost like he'd felt it coming.

His brother was gone.

And somehow, that text made it painfully obvious he wasn't coming back anytime soon.

Three months had passed since then.

His parents were still worried, of course, but eventually they'd accepted what the police kept telling them after they reported Kaylaan missing.

"Your son is an adult. There's no evidence a crime has been committed. No criminal record. His university says he wasn't acting strangely. According to you, he doesn't have any addictions or medical conditions that would've put him at risk. Everything points to him leaving of his own free will."

"He'll come home eventually."

"Just give him time."

Bullshit.

Deep down, Kavik knew exactly why nobody wanted to investigate.

The Wolverines weren't from Bin-Er.

They'd moved here from Long Stretch, a city on another continent.

Not that far away, but apparentlyf ar enough.

Far enough to be outsiders.

Far enough to be ignored.

He never told his parents about the text.

Partly because he didn't want to scare them even more and mostly because he already knew what would happen.

The police wouldn't care.

So waiting wasn't an option.

If nobody else was going to look for Kaylaan...

He would.

That was how Kavik ended up working for Qiu's little operation.

Qiu was a small-time dealer who went to the same university as Kaylaan. Right now, he was the closest thing Kavik had to a lead.

He handed a small bag to a wrestler who looked like he'd just walked out of practice, his uniform soaked with sweat.

The two of them knew each other, or at least they'd seen each other around back when Kavik was still on the wrestling team. Without ever saying it out loud, they'd both agreed to pretend they were strangers.

Kavik took the cash, gave it a quick glance, and nodded for the guy to leave.

Once he was gone, Kavik sat down on the steps outside the emergency exit behind the high school.

Nobody ever used that door. It had been jammed for months, and no one had bothered fixing it. The whole area reeked of overflowing dumpsters and sewage, which was probably enough to keep anyone away.

The smell had disgusted Kavik at first, but he'd gotten used to it. Even so, he still made a point of scrubbing his hands all the way up to his elbows and washing his face before heading back to class.

He'd always been a bit of a clean freak and kaylaan used to tease him about it all the time.

He slipped the money into an envelope and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then he pulled out the last bag, dug through his backpack, and tore a strip off his math homework. It was due in less than an hour.

He'd come up with some stupid excuse later.

My dog started chewing on it.

He didn't even have a dog.

Next, he peeled the cardboard sleeve off the eraser at the bottom of his bag and started folding it.

Just then : a noise.

Someone had tried the emergency exit at the top of the stairs.

The blunt still lay in pieces across his lap.

Kavik didn't panic.

The door was stuck.

Whoever it was would realize that soon enough, turn around, and leave. And if they really wanted to get back here, they'd have to walk all the way around the school.

By then, he'd already be gone.

He went back to rolling the joint.

THUD.

A heavy blow slammed into the door.

He looked up.

Before he had time to react : 

BANG.

Another kick.

The old door groaned.

Then burst open with a crash that echoed across the courtyard.

Gray eyes.

Storm-gray.

Like thunderclouds waiting for the first bolt of lightning.

That was the first thing he noticed.

Then his vision widened and he saw a girl standing in the doorway.

She stared at him, just as surprised to find someone hiding in this filthy corner of the school as he was to see her.

Kavik didn't move.

What was the point?

He'd been caught red-handed, running wouldn't help.

Lying?

He'd have to come up with one hell of a story.

Fast.

Because he finally recognized her.

She was his age and attended the same high school, though they were in completely different programs. He'd seen her around plenty of times.

Always from a distance.

Never this close.

They'd never spoken.

Yangchen Rlung.

Student Council President.

For a few seconds, she simply held his gaze.

The surprise on her face faded almost instantly, replaced by the same calm, gentle expression she always wore. It was so quick that Kavik could've sworn she'd just put a mask back on.

Her eyes drifted down to his lap to the open bag to the tiny green crumbs scattered across the folds of his slightly oversized white hoodie.

Mom is gonna kill me.

It was the first coherent thought his brain managed to produce.

Then Yangchen spoke.

Her voice was soft.

Calm.

But every word carried the quiet confidence of someone who expected to be listened to.

"So..."

She tilted her head ever so slightly.

"You got enough for one more?"

- - - 

Yangchen had had a pounding headache since the moment she woke up. It felt like absolutely nothing had gone her way today, like the entire universe had decided to gang up on her. She hadn't slept well the night before…actually she'd barely slept at all. She'd stayed up preparing the meeting about this year's club budget allocations. The sports club wanted the soccer field completely renovated. The drama club was asking for more funding so they could put on a musical with bigger special effects. And the literature club wanted the library expanded with a wider variety of books; newer novels, but also manga. Yangchen genuinely loved every single proposal. She wanted to make sure she was fully prepared to defend each one during the meeting, even if it meant sacrificing yet another night of sleep. People often misunderstood her, Yangchen loved being student council president and everything that came with it: helping people, creating projects that improved students' lives, supporting every club she could…

 And, if she was being honest, knowing just about everything about everyone in school. The students loved their president just as much. She was known for being incredibly kind and approachable. Anyone could walk up to her, and she'd listen. She never played favorites and always tried to treat everyone fairly.

When she'd first been elected the year before, plenty of students had been skeptical.

Her predecessor, Szeto, had graduated since then,  hadn't been a bad president. But he had a habit of putting his friends first, and somehow "fairness" always seemed to depend on who was involved.

Yangchen had quickly won everyone over.In less than a year, she'd launched project after project.

The cafeteria's twice-a-week food redistribution program had dramatically reduced food waste while giving students with less money a chance to enjoy an extra meal.

The peer tutoring program was always full.

And the suggestion box outside the student council office overflowed so often that she had to empty it several times a week.

Sometimes even the principal trusted her to make school-wide announcements, convinced students would accept the news more easily if it came from her.

Sometimes the suggestion box wasn't filled only with suggestions. Mixed in with the requests and complaints were plenty of love letters and more invitations on dates than she cared to count.

Being student council president had made her popular.

Being pretty certainly hadn't hurt.

Someone had once told her she'd ranked first in the school's "Most Beautiful Girl" poll, organized by the journalism club through the school's official Instagram page.

She couldn't deny it had made her smile.

Compliments always felt nice. But whenever someone brought up that poll, she always gave the same answer.

She was proud of the work she did and she knew she was good at it.

But if she spent entire nights preparing meetings, it certainly wasn't to win an Instagram popularity contest.

So when she was re-elected by an overwhelming majority for a second term, she was surprised...

...but not disappointed.

She had already proven herself once.

Now she had to prove she deserved to stay.

Yangchen crushed the empty energy drink can in her hand (the third one she'd had today) before tossing it into the recycling bin.

Budget meetings were easily her least favorite part of the job.

Not because they were boring.

But because every "yes" meant saying "no" to someone else.

And that was the part she hated most.

As if that weren't enough, she also had to find a new treasurer after discovering the previous one had been stealing student council money.

And she already needed to start planning the school's Sports Day which was still five months away.

Way too much for one person.

She'd tried having assistants, several actually.

But none of them could keep up with her pace or they worked in ways she couldn't stand.

Yangchen had a reputation for being incredibly kind but she also had a reputation for expecting excellence.

None of her assistants ever lasted more than a few weeks before quitting.

She couldn't think anymore.

She needed a break.

Yangchen pushed herself away from her desk.

The stacks of folders piled around her looked one careless movement away from collapsing.

At first glance, the office seemed perfectly organized.

At second glance, it was a disaster.

Dozens of sticky notes covered the walls. Three empty energy drink cans sat abandoned on the desk. A mountain of paperwork still needed to be filed. And the trash can had been overflowing for almost three weeks.

For anyone else, it would have looked like complete chaos.

For Yangchen, everything was exactly where it belonged.

She knew where every document was without even looking.

She stepped over the overflowing trash can automatically.

I'll empty it later.

Like always.

She grabbed the keys to her office, stepped into the hallway, and locked the door behind her.

A few minutes of quiet.

That was all she wanted.

On her way down the hall, she spotted a younger student struggling with a pile of textbooks she'd just dropped.

Without thinking, Yangchen immediately crouched down to help pick them up.

-Thank you so mu…

The girl didn't even get to finish.

As if someone had given a signal, several students suddenly gathered around them.

-President! Is it true prom is going to be open to every grade this year?

-President Yangchen! Do you think we could cancel classes on Friday and stream the latest episode of Castle of the Dragons in the gym?

-President! Do you think service dogs could be allowed in class?

-I love your skirt! Where did you get it?

Yangchen took a discreet breath, letting none of it show.

The crowd.

The questions.

The eyes on her.

She knew this routine by heart.

She put on her usual smile.

-It's something we're looking into.I doubt the administration would approve that.I actually really like that idea.A thrift store. I'll find the address and send it to you.

With every answer, the students' faces seemed to light up a little more.

More hands went up and called her name.

Her headache started pounding again.

Not now...

Not today...

She just needed a few minutes.

-I'm sorry, I need to get back to preparing for a meeting. But if you have an idea or a problem you'd like to report, please leave a note in the suggestion box

She gave them a sincere smile, then slipped through the smallest opening in the group before anyone could stop her.

Without really thinking, she headed in the opposite direction from where she'd originally planned to go.

The courtyard is packed.

The classrooms are packed too.

There's only one place left.

She crossed the back of the east wing until she reached the old outdoor trash area.

Judging by the smell, she was almost certain nobody would willingly come hide there.

Finally.

A little peace and quiet.

She placed her hand on the handle.

The door didn't move.

Yangchen let out a long sigh.

She had already sent several requests to the administration asking for this stupid door to be fixed. If a safety inspection discovered that an emergency exit was blocked, the school could end up in serious trouble.

Absolutely everything seemed determined to work against her today.

But there was no way she was going back to the middle of the students.

She was getting her moment of quiet, even if she had to force this stupid door open.

She stepped back and kicked it once.

A sharp pain shot through her foot immediately.

She winced.

Ow...

This door was going to open.

She took a deep breath, stepped back farther, and gathered more momentum.

The second kick was cleaner.

More precise.

More powerful.

The old door groaned.

Then it suddenly gave way with a crash that echoed all the way across the courtyard; the smell of trash and sewage hit her immediately. She wrinkled her nose, at least the air was cooler.

Finally.

A little quiet.

Finally...

...a boy?

Yangchen froze for half a second.

Her eyes swept over the scene automatically, analyzing it.

An oversized white hoodie.

Worn Converse.

A school bag.

And a few green crumbs scattered across the fabric, escaping from a small clear plastic bag.

She understood immediately what she was looking at.

Then her gaze lifted to the boy's face.

And stopped.

His eyes were a deep blue.

Strangely calm.

Far too calm for someone whose shoulders were tense, jaw tight, and expression almost defiant.

He recognized her and blushing, just slightly.

The reaction almost made her smile, he looked like a kid who'd been caught stealing candy before dinner.

Maybe they could work something out after all.

Yangchen naturally slipped back into the calm smile the entire school knew,  as if for one brief second, the exhaustion weighing on her shoulders had never existed.

Then she gestured toward the small bag resting on his knees.

-So...

She tilted her head ever so slightly.

-You got enough for one more?