"𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙚!''
𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 two delinquents spend a Saturday detention together and unrequited feelings rise, but they were requited all along.
𝙊𝙧 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 he wouldn't stop speaking French...
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𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙁 𝘽𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙐𝙓
"Your wish is my command.''
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The nights were hush. The stagnant rush of the day a faded illusion. The lamp by his bedside the only source of light aside from the vacant moon peeking through his sheet thin curtain. Everything silent. Willow fast asleep in the room across from him, snores coming out her dainty nose. The TV buzzed on softly downstairs, yet here Leaf was, searching for the will to live. He wanted to sleep, things would be better if he slept but his insomnia politely opposed. And here he sat reading Othello, the only sound, the calming rustle of the leaves. He took a deep breath, it was the only time he'd have a decent shred of silence.
The door banged open. His ears whined at the creaking noise that came after the initial bang. He flinched, throwing his copy of Shakespeare under his sheets. He clenched his fist, shifting to better his posture, but if he bettered his posture then he'd have to look the man in the eyes and that was a soul crushing process. He settled for keeping his back hunched over. Leaf shook his head slightly, the man's presence disrupted the calmness of the atmosphere. How lovely.
"Why are you still up boy?'' Leaf hated that tone.
He rambled, his hands twitching open and closed, "Couldn't-couldn't sleep.''
"Are you getting mouthy with me?'' the man walked closer to him, his hazel eyes glinted in the moonlight.
Leaf shook his head, he was but, "No, no, no. I promise.''
The man raised his hand, Leaf shook. Was it out of fear or rage? Leaf couldn't tell them apart anymore. They were twins.
Vernon busted into the library, much to the hexad's disapproval. Leaf glanced at him, immediate regret sinking in. He should have stayed zoned out. This is what he always did.
"Who closed that door?" he demanded and pointed a finger, who it was aimed for vague.
"The spirits,'' Leaf deadpanned. Vernon held back the roll in his eyes, as Bender snorted.
Bender composed himself to say, "I... Maybe a screw fell out of it.''
"It just closed, sir,'' Spoto confirmed, yet Vernon wasn't satisfied.
Alliosn squealed, catching the attention of the whole room. She covered her head with the hood of her jacket in an attempt to hide from their burning stare. Claire bit her smile back as she turned to the front. Leaf slouched deeper into his chair.
