[DISCONTINUED] ❝Ante Mortem❞ 【Sally Face】

【lv ; baby blue kiss】

【Author's Note : helloooooo I have returned ;w; a lot has happened and I've been so stressed out about everything that has happened that it took a toll on my mental health- I'm glad that I'm well enough to write again huhuuu- I hope you enjoy this chapter!!】

【WARNING : THERE IS A DETAILED KISSING SCENE ANW I HOPE YOU ENJOY-- nothing too graphic but if you are uncomfortable with like,,, detailed kisses then maybe be warned】

Your mind.. won't shut up.

It's all over the place; building concept maps, writing lists, starting a mental Ted Talk, doing self-therapy, forming a talk show, conducting theoretical interviews, leading a hypothetical investigation—it's doing it all, and you could not, for the life of you, understand whatever the teacher is discussing right now.

Are you sleepy? No, dear god, no, you're not sleepy; in fact, you're very much awake, your mind is keeping you awake. You fear that if ever you fall asleep right here in the middle of class all you're going to dream of is whatever your mind is doing right now.

It's tiring, you can't hear the teacher talk for fuck's sake.

"You alright, Y/N?" Maple asks, the two of you sharing the same long table due to the fact that your teacher had grouped all of you in pairs. She was the only one who shared the class with you, so it was a silent agreement that the two of you would choose each other as a partner. She taps you on the shoulder, eyebrows scrunched up out of concern, "Y/N?"

"Yes?" You blink back to reality, turning to Maple only to find that she looks rather surprised and.. afraid? Why were her eyes wide? Was it something you said?

"Ms. L/N, is there something you'd like to share with the class?" The teacher asks, raising an eyebrow at you. You slowly turn towards the teacher, realising that you may have talked louder than you thought you did.

"A-Ah, nothing! I'm so sorry, Maple was just asking me something and I accidentally talked louder than I thought I did," You explain, smiling sheepishly as you scratch your cheek. The teacher nods in understanding; luckily she was one of the kinder ones or else you would've been decimated on the spot should the teacher have chosen to scold you right then and there in the middle of class.

Talk about embarrassing.

"Sorry, Maple," You whisper, making sure to lower your voice now, "I was just thinking about something."

"It's fine," Maple responds, offering a kind smile before turning back to the discussion at hand, "I could tell you were deep in thought."

"Do I really make such a face?" You ask, propping your chin onto your hand as you try to listen to the teacher; you fail in doing so, of course, with whatever shenanigans your mind is pulling.

"You go like this," She tries to replicate the face you make, and the more she does it mockingly, the more you realise that you do make that face. Her eyebrows slightly furrow, eyes narrowed, and her lips pressed in a straight line.

"No wonder everyone could tell I was thinking," You shake your head, lightly chuckling.

"Nah, Sally kind of told us," She tells you, her voice nonchalant with a matching shrug, "He's totally whipped for you, dude."

That got your mind to shut up, only for it to go from building concept maps, writing lists, starting a mental Ted Talk, doing self-therapy, forming a talk show, conducting theoretical interviews, leading a hypothetical investigation to screaming in happiness, cheering in excitement, skipping on clouds, writing diary entries, and shaking from affection.

Oh wait, the last one you were doing in real life. Maple had given you a strange look about it, but seeing the wide smile on your face got her understanding why you were doing so.