where a germophobe unknowingly steps out of his comfort zone when he couldn't help but find himself tangled up with a girl who is nowhere near his expectations of being 'clean'.
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THE dreams were a torture, why wouldn't they be? he couldn't stop dreaming these mysterious occurrence yet he still cannot figure out one thing about the person that comes into his dreams.
all he knows is that it's a she but he has no idea why does she keeps appearing in his dreams? what could it mean?
he's tried touching that somebody, wanting to desperately touch her wrist and turn her around to see her face, but she fades away or he wakes up before. what was he supposed to do?
how can he hold on to the hand of a girl's whom he has never seen, never touch, never felt. He doesn't know this foreign feel. he did want to hold on to that hand and see her face. see that face, He's been longing for. He has been wanting to see, desperately.
These thoughts were enough to drive him crazy, but seeing that grim reaper with zuko was a cherry on the top. he didn't know why was it such a big deal but he felt betrayer, from both sides???????
why was she annoying zuko? what did zuko ever do to her? all these thoughts made him rub his temple as soon as he woke up.
"what a morning." he thought to himself, getting up from the bed, having flashbacks of the dreams he had, the same girl, walking away this time, instead of walking towards him.
he got a bit worried and went after her, wanting to stop her, desperately but his consciousness didn't let him. afraid of touch made him lose the sight of the girl.
He rolled his temples, once again when he got out of bed, sighing. And got ready for school.
Reaching school, he saw the most disgusting sight; of that reaper and his friend. "whats wrong with him?" he thought to himself. he debated with himself whether to call him or let him die from that reaper's hands.
"Zuko!" he called out his name from not so afar, zuko heard as he waved to him and came jogging to him, smiling.
ew.
"Dude, what the hell?" Sakusa expressed his anger.
"What?" Zuko laughed.
"You have a death wish?" Sakusa started walking towards the gym when someone called out zuko's name.
REAPER.
"Thanks for yesterday, and sorry for thinking of you as a pervert." She apologized, sheepishly.
"Its cool." Zuko did look cool, saying that but Sakusa couldnt help looking at y/n because looking at her from this close, reminded him of something. He wasnt sure but she looked familiar, too familiar. Like a perfume you smell and feel nostalgic.
until when she turned around and sakusa held her wrist. Looking at her wrist suddenly took him back to one of his dreams where he held her wrist, to look at her face but she escaped and the dream got over. A moment later when he realized he's been holding her wrist, his heart raced at a pace that he felt dizzy. He couldn't breathe. he did what came the most naturally to him,
he ran away.
AUTHORS NOTE: So? What do you think of the chapter?
