sneak peak of a fic i'm working on hehe (tentative name is "Two-Faced")
ft. aged-up damianya (platonic with slightly romantic undertones since they're babies) but only by like 3-4 years so i can speculate on the future of strix
will feature manga spoilers unfortunately but this screenshot doesn't have any -- maybe by the time i'm done writing this fic it'll have shown up in the anime /hj
SYNOPSIS: A kind of love that dare not speaks its name, Chishiya Shuntaro becomes conflicted in his own emotions.
★ genre & warning/s: enemies to lovers trope, fem!presenting reader,
★ sera’s notes: wrote this during class, honestly i’m not sure if this is good enough to be published ehslwjqoan, but enjoy <33
It was a rainy morning for the whole city of Tokyo, coming with a confident wind and heaven-given soundtrack washed the hues of the atmosphere into a strong and soulful vibrancy, vast amounts of citizens trudged through the sidewalks and stray dogs attempted to find warmth within the bushes, making everything seem calming, and so rain invites a street of colorful umbrellas to blossom in a fascinating way and danced like a ballet choreographed by the gentle wind.
Right from the blossomed clouds come water-petals into the fresh air, your umbrella snapped closed, releasing a gravity defying plume of small droplets which slowly flowed down onto the concrete floor like a piece of abstract art.
Oddly enough, your body somehow tensed despite the freedom that was born in this day without entering the depths of the building, gentle winds blew more mockingly but you couldn't lay a finger on what was wrong, maybe it was the pressure of entering a class this early in the morning? maybe not, however, shrugging the tensity off of your shoulders was the priority as for now in order to relax before stress overcomes you.
It wasn't unusual for you to feel pressured during the mornings of class since the professor you have is.. quite strict towards his students and will criticize you by all means, but it was the last term of your learning and you'd now soon be a lawyer, hopefully, maybe you'd even go up against one of your peers when you fight for cases, maybe Chish-
"You'd catch a cold for staring foolishly at your umbrella for so long."
Speak of the devil.
A familiar voice spoke in utmost superiority which wiped off the thoughts that was stuck onto your head, and then slowly, your peripheral vision revealed a blonde male holding onto an umbrella, staring down at your figure that was slouched onto one of the pillars of the building.
If it isn’t Chishiya Shuntaro himself.
"My well being doesn't concern you, Chishiya." You snickered while shaking your head attempting to give life to your flattened locks, it wasn’t the particular time to have an argument with him at the very start of the day but yet his eyes shimmered in utter amusement and satisfaction, it was like annoying you was as easy as ripping a piece of paper in half, a piece of cake even, the signature smirk painted over his features gently from the statement as you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the reaction.
“Wouldn’t want to be late as the model student of our class, don’t you?” The emphasizing of your current role in your class irked you even more, however, it is Chishiya after all, one of the most annoying yet smart law students in the field that had the ability to get under your skin in a flawless manner.
The relationship you have with that man was indeed questionable, it wasn’t considered as friendship, but neither did it be considered with acquaintances, sometimes the both of you would actually work together and present one of the best output in the class or deeper arguments about law would ensue with you whenever he was bored with his life.
His emotions was harder to read than other people in this learning area, simply keeping his face blank and his attitude as cocky as it ever will be was one of the traits everyone had took note of this man, but still women would still chase him despite having little-to-no chances of having a night.
It wasn’t like his attitude wasn’t tolerable, however he always had the chance to annoy you no matter what circumstance, making you strive to learn in a greater perspective to understand what was under this man filled with cunningness, and how his thoughts process, maybe the both of you would develop a fondness towards each other as well? but it was unlikely.
Before you could’ve think further regarding of this blonde man, the bell rang in its greatest of volume which stopped your tracts of observing every detail about him.
Oh how you sounded so obsessed.
“You can stop staring at me like I killed someone you know.”
“Sometimes I wonder if you have the ability to shut up.” The sentence made the male grin wider but then shrug lazily and walk off to the class both of you take, which made you follow suite and prepare yourself to be ready to defend your arguments once more against that man.
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But just as expected, the whole session of the class was just the same as usual, Chishiya finding a way to mock your defenses and how you’d shade him in your answers to the questions, however just these simply actions of hatred seemingly felt entertaining, like it doesn’t particularly annoy you as much anymore.
Maybe you grew to understand how his attitude is just himself and it is never going to change whenever someone gets close with him or not, maybe you finally felt some part of better comprehension regarding about him? or maybe you were only just stupid? it wasn’t particularly clear how you tolerated him more than usual, but the information is there.
The professor was blabbering more information again regarding the topic whilst you were fiddling with your pen to focus more, as much as you hated to admit it, the topic was boring but it was only a few minutes left to freedom, which you had the utmost anticipation for.
In habit, you shoved both of your hands into your hoodie pockets to find some warmth due to the air conditioning in the classroom premises being like another version of antarctica, however, you suddenly felt a piece of paper meeting at your fingertips.
Odd, that wasn’t there before. You thought.
Even so, the piece of paper intrigued you at a great rate, so you took it out and unfolded to see its contents, if there is or not.
“Meet me at Lavender Cafe at dismissal, model student. I have a word to say to you. — C.”
What a sneaky little cat.
You chuckled to yourself in a bit of a shock and stuffed the paper back into your pockets before continuing on to listen to the teacher’s words, how did he even manage to get that into your pockets?
