@bcddays· ♥ for a starter : BASED ON
yes . he is heavily infatuated over a meek little geek . the one who always looks at everyone with such tender gaze and enticing smile . will he ever admit to it ? of course not . often , he makes fun of the other because that’s the safest way he can get his attention . the only way he can make the other look at him without raising any suspicion or be restlessly tease about it by his so called friends . he tries his best to look away when some other assholes picks on the other . he doesn’t know what possessed him today that made him bolt up of his seat to defend the other . he’s not the one to be involve in physical fights . he values his face too much to put it at risk but his temper got the best of him . more often than not his fights are often verbal and it always ends with a threat . today he woke up not knowing that he’d find himself in a fist fight for a guy who probably hates his guts . if he knew , he would’ve worn his least favorite sweater . when the other finally backed down . he looked down at the other . a scoff passes his lips . despite everything , they still look like a lost little kitten .
he grabs the other by collar of their shirt and drag them somewhere more private . “ what the fuck is wrong with you ?! ” he pushes the other . “ why do you let everyone treat you like shit ? don’t get me wrong . i find it cute sometimes ” he reevaluates . “ okay all the time but you can’t let anyone do that shit to you . only i can do that to you …. ” the scowl look on his face turns to a pout . “ you get that ? no one gets to make fun of you other than me . now my sweater is all stretch out because of you . you owe me a new one . ”
“ what ?!? “ he stumbles back , wondering if there was some memo he missed where asmo had decided to care about him , still at a loss of words from everything that he just witnessed . “ you’re . . . “ he’s speechless , mouth agape . thrown for so many loops all he can do is stare . “ i think you’ve actually - like , you’re confused or drunk or you took some kind of drug and you don’t know who i am . i’m yogi bae , “ he emphasizes , gesturing to himself . “ since when did you care about other people being mean to me ? ‘cause , like , if you’re gonna punch everyone who says mean stuff to me , you’re gonna have a line . including a sixty-five year old lady . you gonna punch an old lady ? “ probably something yogi would laugh at if he weren’t still buried in his own ignorance . “ i didn’t ask you to fight because of me , you know . i don’t want any fights , that’s why i never fight back . how’s it fair you did something by choice and i gotta get you a new sweater ? . . . i just wanted to have fun at a party an’ you’re throwing hands at people . maybe he’s going through something and being mean to me makes him feel better ? like , he’s coping . i get it , it probably helps him . just like you being mean probably helps you , right ? "
stupid logic , stupid yogi willing to be a punching bag for the broken hearts that surround him , but in those thoughts he finally decides that maybe asmo needed to get out some of his own aggression . . . and he was being somewhat considerate of yogi’s feelings in the moment . enough for yogi to instantly drop his attitude . oh , and cute . cute . yogi’s cute ? asmo thinks he’s CUTE ?? any concerns seem to completely drop , then . “ uh , what kind of sweater ? how much was it ? i think i have , like . . . a twenty in my pocket . . . i can’t remember , uh . . . “ stops himself from explaining that he had plans to spend it on comic books , shaky hands fumbling around in his pockets before tugging it out , eyes widen as he feels the paper and instantly offers it . “ that good ? “
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