I fell in love with a hobo!?!?!?!?!

I met him 🦗🦗🦗

(THIS IS A JOKE DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY)

I skip through the hallways of the campus.

"I-I-I-I-I-I wonder what I should d-d-d-d-d-do today?~" I smile.

My name Y/N. A girl with ocean blue eyes, long platinum blonde hair, and I'm a very shy and introverted girl. But my life is pretty traumatic. My parents died 3 hours, 54 minutes, 45 seconds, and 75 milliseconds after I was born. But hey, who's counting? I am an only child, and my grandmother kicked me out the house because I attracted every male parental figure she brought in. So basically, she kicked me out because I was pretty. I used to have a dog, but it ran away. I wonder where he is. I've been working on my height and weight being that I am 3'7 and 45 pounds at 18. So you could say, after all that has passed, I'm a pretty normal girl now. But my life turned upside down, when I met him. I bump into someone. It's not unlikely these days. I'm so clumsy~~~~!

"O-o-o-o-o-o-oh... I'm sorry...~~~~~" I sniffle.

"No worries, it's not everyday a cute girl bumps into me.~"

I feel the hot blood rushing to my cheeks.

"W-w-w-w-w-what?~~~~~~~" I stammer.

I look up. A boy with tealish hair and eyes to match looks down at me. He has an interesting purple cardigan, khaki pants, a pink scarf that you would most likely find in a convenience store, nay a garage sale. And to top it off, he has an odd army green beanie. He looks like a hobo. A very hot, and seductive hobo. He smells of cheap cologne with a mix of hot dog water and toothpaste. And somehow, the smell is comforting. It smells like my father. Even though he died around 3 hours, 54 minutes, 45 seconds, and 75 milliseconds after I was born. The boy smirks.

"Flustered already~? Man, I got really lucky, huh~?" the boy teases

"Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shut up!" I huff.

"Ahaha~! You look so cute when you blush~!" the boy smiles.
I feel the heat rush up to my cheeks once again. What is up with this guy!? I smell his shirt again. The scent brings tears to my eyes. I miss him. I miss him so much. I feel tears run down my cheeks.

"Hm? Why are you crying..?" the boy asks, gently stroking my hair.

"N-n-n-n-n-n-nothing..." I murmur.

I wipe my eyes and sniffle. The boy looks at me and presses his forehead against mine. It's not like we're dating. So what's with the intimate reaction? Regardless, I blush.

"B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-by the way... what's your name?" I ask.

"Oh, Shin. Shin Tsukimi. And yours?" he asks.

"M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my name is Y/N L/N."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl~."

I blush even more. Seriously, what is up with this sexy hobo? Shin softly lifts my chin. His eyes are so clear and bright. I can see my own reflection.

"Let me take you to my place." he mumbles.

I feel the heat rush to my cheeks yet again. What? Who? When? Where? WHY?

"I-I don't think I-"

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sexy hobo man toothpaste hair.