Losing track of time with aren kuboyasu (m!reader x aren kuboyasu)

Chapter 3

„Aren, we're gonna be late!", this time, it was you dragging your friend around. „Aren?! You used to call me Kuboyasu!", he says, while running ahead of you. „I know, but we're best friends now! First name basis, alright?", you shout to him, while trying to catch up.

Matsuzaki turns around the corner. „No running in the halls!", he yells at you two, promptly stopping. You both bow. „I'm sorry Mr. Matsuzaki!" „Yeah, yeah. Whatever! Now go to class. And hurry. Without running!!"

Aren grabs you by the hand, tighter than before. You start blushing. He rushes to the classroom. „Sorry 'bout that. Are you okay? Your face is all red!", he whispers, to not disturb the class. „I'm fine, just go in!"

You weren't fine. You've just hopelessly fallen in love with your best friend. His concerned face, his strong grip, his deep, calming voice, you've fallen for him.

„You're late. Again. Where were you two?"

„I'm sorry Teach! I.. uh... I fell down the stairs! See this bruise?", you point to your knee. Which was, actually, bruised. You slipped on your way to school this morning. Messing with the wound with some food coloring from the teachers room, you made it look realistic.

„Oh lord. Are you alright, L/n? Should I ask someone to get you to the nurses office?", the teacher asks concerned.

„Oh, no. I'm fine. I got some bandages in my bag, I'll just put on one of those. It's not a biggie.", you give Aren a thumbs up. You've successfully deceived the teacher.

Instead of a relaxed face that you were expecting, Aren looked very distressed. „I'll take him to the nurses office. We have to make sure it isn't infected.", he tells the teacher. Slinging your arm over his shoulder, he starts carrying you to the nurses office.

„What the hell, dude!", you yell at him, while he's inspecting your wound. „This could be serious. Why didn't you tell me you were injured?", he mumbles, while putting some bandages on your bruised leg. „I'm fine! I'm fine. You're overreacting."

„I'd rather overreact than have you injure yourself because of me.", he says, with a firm tone. You blush. You stare outside the window, to avoid eye contact. He stands up. „Look at me.", he tells you. Hesitating, you turn to your friend. „Don't do this again, man. I care about you."

His cheeks are slightly tinted red. He's trying to fight against it. In that moment, you stop time. Again. You only got a few minutes left. You inspect his eyes, his body language. You're sure of it. He likes you. More than a friend should. You flop back into the position you were in to let time flow again.

„You're not as sly as you think you are, Aren. I see through you."

„What do you mean? I don't quite understand."

„You, my friend, have a big ol' crush on me! Stop trying to hide it."

As soon as you finished that sentence, he grabs you by your tie and his lips hit yours. You were not expecting that.