Small, Not Weak |Weak Hero x Male reader|

8. Chillin In Cedar Rapids

As the day was finally ending, and the class filing out, [y/n] made there way outside. For Grey had instructed him to do so. And [y/n] will listen, because he knows he's going to get lost in the crowd without his glasses. A another message telling him to wait at the bus stop. Which bothered the small male.

"Buses are gross," [y/n] voiced his thoughts as whom they presumed was Gray. Which wasn't that hard to find due to his unique hair color. Gray simply shrugged as he slightly pushed [y/n] towards the busses entrance. 

"In a rush to get me home, are we," [y/n] mocked jokingly boarding the bus.

"I'll leave you here," 

"You wouldn't dare," [y/n] reasoned. That was until Gray looked at him with a blank face, making the smaller male to sweat. "Right?" He got no answer. But he did catch someone's attention. Luckily she was just fawning over both boys becoming idols. 

Then the rest of the night went smoothly.

Or so you may think.

"What happened, you're too skilled to be a first timer." [y/n] complained with a sigh of exhaustion. Gray just ignored their complaining. To tired to be bothered by [y/n]'s squawking he threw a pillow towards [y/n]'s face.

"It's not that hard to find the pattern in the NPC's approach in first person shooters." 

"But!-"

"No but's, you're just not good at the game."

"Fine," [y/n] sighed finally putting off the matter of him losing. Losing many times, but hey, whos counting, right? Gray, Gray was the one counting. He won sixteen times back to back. "Well, we got class tomorrow "

"Yeah," [y/n] continued, "Goodnight, Gray. Hopefully tomorrow we'll have a chill day." Gray silently agreed, only replying with a small goodnight back.

"Hopefully the day go's bye smoothly." Gray thought before he fell asleep.