“won’t you be my prom queen?”
ayano aishi x fem(cis) reader
mentions of scars, but no specific mention of s/h, obsession, a itty bitty bit of smut ;)
sitting on the bench up top the akademi high school roof with papers bundled in your lap while you rapidly write down answers—dammit, why didn’t you do your homework sooner?!— she sits. it’s almost like she has super vision from how far away she sits while meters away. picking at the scabs on her wrist; she watches. she watches, and watches, and doesn’t let go. her gaze is penetrating you, your skin, your hair, your focused and rushed eyes, your hole, everything.
it’s been a hard day for little Ayano. sitting through hours of useless discussions on the mitochondria, how to find one inscribed angle with another inscribed angle, how to hold a brush correctly for chinese calligraphy, everything useless. useless, useless, useless! she doesn’t need it. she doesn’t need the uselessness that plagues her everyday high school life. she needs you. she needs every single bit of you. she needs your hands tangled in her hair, her lips pressed tightly and messy against yours, her body compressed roughly, teasingly on yours, needs to hear your moans slice through the silence of her room while her tongue and fingers delves deep into your forbidden hole made solely, only for her and—
“hey, ayano?…” she was so deep in her thoughts of being deep in you that she hadn’t even realized you had disappeared from your little area. you’re still frazzled with work and worry, but now you’re tapping her on the shoulder. you’re touching her. her face turns scarlet red at the sight of your perfect face and the rushing warmth of your fingertip grazing her uniform top, her heart races in her chest so much most would confuse it for a heart attack. “hi…” she replies meekly while trying not to double over the railing. “i know we both have chemistry together and i’m not getting… any of this—any of this!” the vibrations of your giggles is practically a shot through her heart; her aching, cold heart. she stumbles so hard that it’s obvious to everyone. embarrassing!
she scrambles for your paper and looks at it like she knows what she’s doing—news flash, she doesn’t. however, she calmly leans over and points out a small equation, “the carbon is what makes it explode.” she stares back up at you. her eyes and bold and boring into your eyes with a deep intensity similar to an erupting volcano. the ash spreads across her cheeks which forms a pink dusty layer on her face that matches her lips. her sweaty hands give you back the paper with a… blank expression. her emotionless face leaves you confused. for a girl whose palms are sweaty, knees weak, and wished she was eating spaghetti, she’s weirdly calm.
“oh, thanks ayano!” your soft smile and teeth that glow under the radiating sun almost confuse her that you are the radiating sun that lays a layer of light on the roof. she watches your shadow dwindle as you rush back down to your class as the bell obnoxiously warns everybody that they have three minutes to rush to their next class. she stays behind on the roof while everyone else walks, chats, and runs to the doors. it isn’t until she’s alone that she runs her hands over her scars with fervor for some comfort while her heart is seconds away from breaking free from her ribcage.
she sits by her bag and laughs—quietly—maniacally to herself. she eventually pulls herself up from the bench, slings her bag over her shoulder, and makes her way to the doors with a swooning smile and brooding surge in her chest.
hai dis was random but i had no acc to write my fics so… new writer ig!!!! if this goes well ill make an intro… ok bai
