delinquent tall oc x shy chubby reader
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walking back home from the bakery - where you got your favourite strawberry shortcake, you hum your favourite song by BTS, black swan.
turning into your street you instantly see a boy, perhaps around your age slouched over with blood on his white t-shirt.
as caring is apart of your nature, you run up to the boy and gently shake his shoulder hoping he wouldn't get hurt.
"u-um excuse me? are you a-alright?"
you got nothing in response, so you took it upon yourself to try and bring him back to your home and bandage up his wounds.
when you got home, you brought him into your room, then leaving so you could get the first aid kit - internally thanking the gods that none of your family wasn't here at the time.
you set the equipment on your bed side table and you got to work. you opened up his t-shirt, gasping at the sight.
this mysterious boy, had a cut - thankfully not too deep that he would have been taken to the hospital, but the cut was across his stomach still bleeding the tiniest bit.
you quickly cleaned the cut and then wrapped his stomach/waist up with bandages.
after you finished wrapping him up you got your pastel pink fluffy blanket and covered him
with it so he wouldn't get cold.
deciding to finish some homework from the other night, you got out your book and your pencil case. but you were too loud and the noise ended up in you being pinned down on the bed with the boy on top of you - with a dangerous look stitched on his face.
"where am i." his voice was deep, very deep. in a way it made you clam even though the position you are in right now.
"u-um your a-at my h-house. . ." your voice was soft but you could hear the fear in it.
"why am i here?" the boy taunted.
"i-i saw you when i-i was walking h-home and you w-were all b-bloody and i d-didnt know what to do s-so i took you home a-and wrapped you u-up."
the boy looked down at his waist to see that you were in fact telling the truth. he looked back at you, his dark blue eyes boring into your own e/c orbs.
the more you looked at him the familiar he felt. you had a feeling that you've meet him or atleast seen him around somewhere.
finally it clicked.
"a-ah! your that g-guy everyone in s-school is s-scare of! u-um what was y-your name. . .?"
"kaito. . . kaito is my name."
you look up at kaito and smiled, your chubby cheeks rising up as you do so.
"kaito-kun! Ah! y-your staying here! i don't c-care what you s-say your not fully healed!"
"what? your not making me stay here"
"too bad." you internally give your self a pat on the back for not stuttering when you said this.
his face turned into a scowl unhappy with the idea. you on the other hand just realised you were still in the same position.
"a-ah . . . k-kaito-kun . . . can you pl-please move . . . ?"
all kaito did was silently move without saying anything. he sits down next to you.
" um . . . is it okay i-if i study a-a but . . . ?"
