Weak Hero Fanfic

Donald x Gray (continued)

IM BACK BITCHES! I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER! So like my friend and I were just depressed 24/7 and it was really affected everything between the two of us. We talked it out and all around it improved my mood. A guy actually likes me, which is SHOCKING CAUSE PEOPLE DON'T LIKE ME EASILY, and I fixed what I didn't like in my wonderful gay fanfic! Imma try and update a little more often and I have to thank @ctbysrthbst cause they told me when weak hero was supposed to start updating again nd tat just made my day so THANK YOU!!!! 

OKAY HERE IS GAY SHIP I WROTE LIKE OVER A WEEK!

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Grays POV

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Why was he such a bitch?! A kinda hot bitch but a bitch nonetheless. I don't want to deal with this sort of thing right now. I'm tired, I feel like shit, and the last thing I want to do is go home to an empty, cold apartment. I sighed and changed directions.

I reached my destination much faster than I thought I would. I pulled out my phone to check the time. 5:33. I looked up at my destination. The beach. Not exactly an ideal place to go when you're in your school uniform but I couldn't care less. I sat myself down near the shore, legs crossed with my bag sitting next to me. The sun just beginning to reach the horizon and cold was slipping into the air. I hated the cold, maybe because of my thin frame that I felt cold too much, but the dark I welcomed. The stars came out when it was dark.

I was pulled from my thoughts of nothing at all when my phone buzzed. I really didn't want to pick it up and deal with whatever reason it was buzzing but after a minute it continued to bother me.

Donald Na: Well, isn't someone nasty. You weren't supposed to get so pissy.

Me: Well, what the fuck were you expecting when you were being an asshat?

Donald: I supposed I deserved that. Just doesn't feel right.

Me: Maybe because you can't put your ego aside for more than three seconds to realize that you are in the wrong. Is it so bad to want to be left alone?

Me: And stop texting me.

I shoved my phone into my bag, silencing the annoying buzzing. It was nice, sitting on the beach, listening to the waves. Much better than studying until passing out. Most people would get bored sitting here staring at basically nothing., but it took everything in my power to pull my eyes away from the sea to meet the crimson eyes that stared down at me.

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Donalds POV

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After he had texted me he had sounded so angry, even if I couldn't hear his voice I could feel it in the words he had sent. I sighed and packed up my things, shoved my coat and my bag, and stood up. I had worked for long enough. I made my way out of my office and quickly out of the building. As I was walking home, walking saved money, I passed the beach and saw a small, gray-haired guy sitting on the beach in a uniform staring out at the waves.

I turned and walked to the guy. It had been a little while since our meeting, and the sun was beginning to set, making it darker outside. I stood next to him for a moment before he looked up at me, looking annoyed.

"What's with the look?" I said, smirking as I lowered myself to sit next to him.

He snapped his head back to the waves. He pulled his knees to his chest and rested his chin on top of them, and ignored me. His eyes were blank again and his eyes didn't drift from the sea once.