Hello ! Can you do a Highschool AU ALNST Luka x Fem Reader ( also both of them are already dating before this ) , where one of reader friends dares reader to ignore / be distant to Luka for several days then after a few days do a break up prank on him . Please make Luka act kind of desperate ( for example , he texts her " did i do something wrong ? " or " im sorry for whatever I did , just talk to me . " ) for reader during those few days where shes acting distant to him , then when reader does the break up prank , make Luka panic and try to change her mind and apologizing / being REALLY desperate for her , and then when everything sinks in for Luka , he just forces himself to act like he accepts it in front of reader , also please make reader only reveal that its a prank when Luka forces himself to accept it , sorry if this doesnt make sense or is too specific . Also please make it long thank you
hi anon here is youe request!
wrote this instead of sleeping and now luka is crying and so am i.
this was supposed to be funny and then he started apologizing and i lost control of the narrative.
it’s hurt/comfort i PROMISE. luka survives. i will personally hand him a blanket and reassurance after this.
anyways goodnight (it is not good).
You know it the moment your friend grins across the lunch table, elbow propped on her tray like she’s about to announce a death sentence.
“Ignore Luka for a few days,” she says. “Then break up with him. Just to see what he does.”
You laugh it off at first. You have to.
Luka is… Luka. Your Luka. Soft-spoken, clingy in ways he pretends not to be, always waiting for you after class even when he says he’s “just heading that way anyway.”
But then they start chanting.
You tell yourself it’ll only be a few days.
That you’ll make it up to him.
You don’t sit with him on the bus.
You don’t loop your fingers with his when you pass in the hallway.
When he texts you after school—
Luka: did you get home safe?
—you stare at the message until your chest feels tight, then reply with a dry:
He waits outside your classroom like always.
When you walk past him, he blinks, confused, then hurries to keep up.
“Did I—” he starts, then stops himself. “Um. Hi.”
“Hi,” you say, already looking at your phone.
He walks beside you anyway. Too close. Too quiet.
At lunch, your phone buzzes again.
Luka: did i do something wrong?
Luka: you don’t have to forgive me i just want to know
You see it in the way he fidgets with his sleeves.
The way he keeps checking his phone.
The way his eyes flick to you every time you laugh with someone else.
That night, the messages come faster.
Luka: im really trying to think of what i did
Luka: im sorry for whatever it was
Luka: i’ll fix it i swear
You type. Delete. Type again.
You meet him after school by the lockers.
He looks relieved just seeing you—until he notices your expression.
“What’s wrong?” he asks quietly.
You take a breath that feels like glass in your lungs.
“I think we should break up.”
The words land wrong. Heavy. Final.
His face drains of color.
“I just—” you force yourself to continue, eyes stinging. “I don’t think this is working anymore.”
“No—no, wait,” he says, stepping closer. “Please, just—just tell me what I did. I’ll change. I swear I will.”
“I’ll do anything,” he rushes out. “I’ll give you space, or not, or—did I text too much? I can stop. I can be better, just—please don’t do this.”
People are passing by. He doesn’t care.
“I love you,” he says, too fast, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he pauses. “I know I’m not perfect but I’m trying. Please. Please don’t leave.”
Your heart is breaking. Fully. Completely.
His shoulders tense. His hands curl into fists.
“…Okay,” he says after a moment, voice suddenly flat. Controlled. Wrong.
He forces a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
“If that’s what you want,” he says, swallowing hard, “then I won’t make it harder for you.”
“It’s fine,” he interrupts gently, already stepping back. “I’ll be okay.”
Tears are pooling, but he refuses to let them fall.
“I hope you’re happy,” he whispers.
And that’s when you break.
The Reveal — Hurt / Comfort
“It’s a prank,” you blurt out. “I’m sorry—God, I’m so sorry, it was a dare, I never meant it—”
You rush forward, hands shaking. “I was supposed to ignore you and then fake a breakup, I didn’t think it’d hurt this much, I didn’t think you’d—”
You catch him just in time as he grips your jacket, breathing hard like he forgot how.
“…Don’t,” he whispers. “Don’t joke about that.”
Tears spill over now. Silent, unstoppable.
“I thought I lost you,” he says, voice breaking completely. “I thought I wasn’t enough.”
Your own tears fall as you pull him into your arms.
“I’m so sorry,” you repeat over and over. “I love you. I’m right here. I’m not leaving.”
He clings to you like you’re the only solid thing left, face buried in your shoulder.
“…Please,” he murmurs, exhausted, shaken. “Don’t ever do that again.”
And this time, he believes you.
