Different (NaJ x reader)

The Letter

PJ's POV:
I decided that I'll start with a message first. But... I don't have their number. Their friends won't give it to me either. That's absolute shit. I guess I can write a letter. A homemade card and letter for the person I love... That's a good idea.

Y/N's POV:
"Alright Mx. Y/N, this will just be a quick check up on how you're doing since the last time you've been here. All we'll be doing is checking on the status of the flowers, and how it's affecting your senses." "Thank you so much again for scheduling this appointment on such short notice." "You're welcome. Now, Mx. Y/N if we may continue..."
He said it would be quick.
He said it would be done in a flash.
He said it would end right as it started.

Fucking liar.

This man, kept me in the office for 2 hours. I swear to fuck if it wasn't for him helping me live I would've knocked him out. But either way, we were finally done and I was so glad cause it felt like that man was just rambling on about something stupid.

Mom drove me back home and on the way we got some candy so that's a neat. When we pull up in the driveway, I see...
"PJ WTF ARE YOU DOING AT MY HOUSE I NEVER GAVE YOU MY ADDRESS-" I scream as I roll down my window on the car. My mom bonks me on the head. "Language hon! You know we don't speak like that here!"

I rub my injury and apologize as PJ just stands awkwardly from a distance.

PJ's POV:
Mmmmkay- definitely something I didn't need to see- I tightly clutch onto the letter I wrote for dear life as it... Basically holds my life and theirs in my hands. I watch them get out of the car, still rubbing their head with a dazed face. Their mom comes over quicker and greets me as she opens the door. "Hello PJ! It's good to see you again m. Come on in, I'll get some snacks ready for you as you make yourself comfortable." "Thank you..." I waddle inside and anxiously sit on the couch running through all my options of what to do. Either I stay put and confess having the possibility of being rejected, or I run out and ask later. FUCK MAN! WHY CAN'T I JUST TELL THEM. As these thoughts flutter around my head I notice Y/N walking in eating a piece of candy as more fight or flight thoughts flutter violently around my head almost like a kaleidoscope of butterflies. They look over at me and smile, waving their flower covered hand in the process. I wave back sadly from what I've caused. The only way to end this is to give the letter, confess, and take a leap of faith as to their answer. If I hold out I might get us in even more deep shit and that's not good. "Hey... Can you sit here for a sec...?" I pat the spot next to me.

Y/N's POV:
Does he have something to talk about? That's odd. He could've just told me at school. But... I guess we weren't on the right foot that we didn't. I still walk over and sit on the other side of the couch, not exactly knowing what he'll do. That's when I notice that he's holding a letter in his hands. I was gonna point it out but he starts speaking before I do. "So um... first off, I'm sorry for what I did earlier today. I was gonna give you a note but... The whole teacher incident and... I think we both know how that turned out. I've been.. Trying to get in contact with you but your friends won't give me yours. Pretty sure even if I asked you personally, you wouldn't give em. But... Here I am... At your house... On.. Your couch... Umm... Here. I've been meaning to give you this but never got the chance to." He hands me an envelope with a pink heart sticker on the seam. I tilt my head in confusion but... Deep down I have a feeling I know what this is for. "Dude if you wanted to give Splash a love letter, you could've just given it to them yourself." He looks at me with a blushing confusion. "WH- No! It's for you!" "I- oh-" I open up the letter and start reading the words scrambled on. It looks rushed. I finally get to the last line. "But basically, the whole point of this letter was to just say... I love you." I almost choke on a piece of candy while reading the last line. WTF? I THOUGHT HE HATED ME OR SOMETHING?? "WTF? I THOUGHT YOU HATED ME OR SOMETHING??" I feel him grab my shoulders "What makes you think that??" "Idk, maybe cause it's an anime trope? Like hell it is! You and your friends made fun and me and MY friends for just being different!" "That was a long time ago! You know that! I wasn't thinking straight and I didn't realize sooner what I was doing nor what I was doing wrong! I'm sorry... Can you... At least forgive me..?" I think about it, going back from the first time I met him to now. And yet, despite all the bad things he's done... He's grown a lot and learned a lot... So... "Yeah. I forgive you. I mean... Considering everything that's happened so far. And... To respond to your letter... I also love you. I told you from the nurse's office but... I'll tell you again now. I love you."

3rd person POV:
As Y/N confesses their love for PJ, they both smile at each other, look each other in the eyes and slowly start to lean into each other until....

"So PJ! What brought you over to our house?" Y/N's mom walks through the kitchen door with a plate full of snacks, crackers and a pot of tea.

Y/N's POV:
"JESUS FUCK MOM! That scared the living shit outta me!" She looks at me dead in the eye. "I-I mean- Gosh darnit beloved mother of mine..! From your almost deafening proclaim, I almost had my state of being essence escape my mortal body..!" Her death threatening glare softens into a smile. Sometimes, I'm scared of this woman. PJ wasn't exactly the most clean either. "WhAT THE FUCK-" She gives him the same look. "Oh my goodness..?" She smiles once more. ... Awkward silence fills the room. I don't like it. "Hey uh... Mom? Do you think PJ can stay over... For the night..?" "Sorry hon but I have some friends coming over later and I don't want to disrupt you two with it..." "Oh..."

PJ's POV:
"I mean... They can stay over at my place if that's the issue. We should have a spare room somewhere. I can ask my parents." WTF AM I SAYING. LETTING Y/N STAY OVER AFTER WHAT WE JUST TALKED ABOUT??? AND MY PARENTS KNOWING WHAT'S BETWEEN US???

A/N:
So. Now that I've revived myself from the dead, it's time to get updated on the story. What'll happen next? Will things go well at the sleepover or will they go dreadfully wrong? Maybe it'll stay neutral. But you just need to know,
ṭһєяє'ṡ ṅȏ єṡċѧƿıṅɢ ṃє.
I love you all and goodbye!