Hot New Furby In Class... (Thursday Plurbonym Boyporridge x Reader)

Average Monday?

Ugh. Bright sunlight shines outside, but you're stuck indoors for school. The teacher, Mr Abbey, won't even open the windows! You're wearing a loose grey shirt, comfy shorts, and your favourite jewellery, but even still it feels boiling and you have sweat gathering at your neck. It sure is Monday. You slump at your desk with a short sigh, heaving your bag onto the desk to get out some stationery and a jotter. There are two pins on your bag - one saying "Be Gay, Do Crime" and another saying "I <3 Furbies". You'd gotten the furby pin at a concert when your favourite furby group had performed nearby last summer, and although you don't know any furbies personally, you've always thought they seem cool. Resting your head on your hand and twirling a pen, you drift into a daydream about the furby group's concert... the way those gleaming, yellow beaks plucked the guitar strings...

"Y/N! Quit dozing off!"

You are quickly jolted out of the memory to find Mr Abbey with his arms crossed, glaring at you from the front of the class. Everyone's head are turned, staring straight through you with the tired, goldfish eyes of students that are in their first class of the week. Heat tingles in your cheeks as you feel your face turn red, "Yes, Mr Abbey" you mumble, ducking your head and scribbling the date in a fresh page of your jotter. The minutes tick by as you attempt to listen to the teacher's monotonous drone and write down the few words you catch, so that you look as if you're actually doing something. A hushed whisper from a girl behind you catches your attention, "Woah, who is that??" Murmurs spread throughout the class until Mr Abbey clears his throat sternly. Blinking away your foggy daze, you drag your eyes up.

Oh. My. God.

Slithering through the classroom door is the longest, most gorgeous furby you've ever laid your furby-starved eyes upon. It holds a beauty so ethereal and inhuman it's indescribable, its poise is like a gentle daisy that has survived the windy shrieks of the void for millenia, and you feel your heart plummet straight through the floor as the two of you lock eyes... such a smouldering gaze... the furby's swampy green irises have you absolutely transfixed, and you don't even notice as you drop your pen. The furby darts its eyes downwards to watch the pen roll across the floor towards the front of the class. Still silence is broken only by the muttered gossiping of the pupils at the back. With an intense, laser glare fixated on the pen that has now come to a stop, the furby slithers slowly towards where it rests, and the rasp of the furby's lemon-yellow, plaid belly moving across the floor swirls around in your head. You feel your heart, risen again, pounding hard in your chest as the furby bends its neck, spine popping seductively. Its fur shifts, catching the golden light of the sun amidst its inky darkness. A faint clack meets your ears. You watch as the furby clutches your dropped pen in its beak, holding you stunned while it uses its long, serpentine body to make a beeline for you. By now the whole class, teacher included, is watching you both. You can barely breathe, nevermind even attempt to mumble a 'thankyou' as you hold your shaking hands out for the furby to sweetly drop your pen into your sweaty palms. You've never been this flustered, even when the lead singer of the furby group gave you a wink! What is it about this tall, dark, quiet furby that has your face beet red when you watch it slither back to the front?!

Shattering the entrancing moment, Mr Abbey clears his throat again, seeming to be feeling a little embarassed himself at watching such a tense scene. He forces a grin, licking his lips and straightening his jacket before turning to motion towards the furby. Mr Abbey's eyes seem to roam around the floor, looking for any excuse to avoid those bold, green furby eyes. The furby continues its reserved silence, and the teacher clears his throat yet one more time before announcing in his best go at a confident voice,

"Okay class, welcome our new pupil...

"...Thursday Plurbonym Boyporridge."

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(this is NOT SERIOUS btw but like also if you find long furby sexy then sure, enjoy)