She's full of life, kindness, and spirit.
He's cold, lonely, and rid of emotions.
... Then how on Earth do they make so much sense together?
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A story where you arrive at Wammy's House and begin to notice a certain isolated white-haired boy. You soo...
Your first night at Wammy's was finally coming to an end. You started to walk into your bathroom only to find it already occupied.
"AAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BATHROOM NEAR??" He looked at you with a blank expression.
"We have a shared bathroom Kat, this is my bathroom as well," he said calmly.
"Oh heh...heh... I wasn't aware." You shared a bathroom with Near..?
This means our room is connected via the bathroom...
"I will be done in a few minutes, do not worry." Near shut the bathroom door.
***
You knocked on Nears door gently.
"I just wanted to say goodnight!" You smile at him.
"I see, no one has ever cared enough to say such words to me..." He trailed off.
"We're friends now Nearie you have to get used to it haha!" you tease.
"Oh I suppose so... Well, goodnight....friend"
***
BOOM!!!
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It was a thunderstorm. The loud sound always reminded you of the night your father shot your mother in the head. It happened right in front of you, it was a sight you would never forget...
You woke up sobbing...
No matter how many days pass, I still can't get over it...
You suddenly heard a gentle knock at your door.
You got up and opened the door.
"Hello Kat" Near stood outside the door.
"Oh hi, Nearie what are you doing here in the middle of the night?" You sniffled.
"I heard you were crying" he stood with a stoic expression.
"Oh yea I was just a little startled by the thunderstorm, but I'm fine now!"
"No, you are lying. You don't feel better. According to my research, it is my duty as your friend to comfort you when you are down." He let himself into your room.
"Near what are you doing, what if Rodger checks on us and sees you're in here??" You blushed a deep crimson.
"He does not check unless he senses suspicious behaviour, and with me, he never suspects that. Also, Kat, we are not doing anything wrong. I am simply just comforting my friend." he said while crawling onto your bed.
He pat the spot next to him on your small bed.
"Come"
You crawl into the bed next to him and awkwardly lie down, turning your back to him in an attempt to make things less awkward.
You hear shuffling coming from behind you, and then feel a pair of thin arms wrapping around you gently, and a small chin resting on your shoulder.
You felt yourself blushing even more...
"According to the research I have done, close physical contact releases neurotransmitters that help with stress and mood regulation. You should feel better soon," he said pulling the blanket to cover you both properly.
"Oh heh... really..?" You struggled to get your sentence out.
"Yes. Now may I ask, why are you so afraid of thunder?"
"It reminds me of the sound of gunshots, my father shot my mom" You admit silently.
You feel him tighten his arms around you slightly... in a protective way almost...
Your eyes widen.
"I am sorry to hear that Kat, your sensitivity to thunder is quite understandable." his monotone voice is muffled by your hair.
This behaviour is quite unexpected for a guy like him... But I'm not complaining...
He's gentle...
Could he be the same gentle friend that I'd been dreaming of all these years...?
"Thank you Nearie, you were right I feel a lot better now that you are here. You are a great friend..." you said, beginning to drift off into a deep slumber.
He smiled...
You didn't see this of course, as his face was hidden in your hair, but it was a genuine smile. He could predict you were going to become a crucial part of his life, and he did not mind one bit.
You were the first person who seemed to enjoy his presence, who seemed to be interested in him for something other than his intellect. No one had ever tried to befriend him, or even bother to ask if he was feeling lonely or need some company.
His parents didn't want him, Mello didn't want him, and the other kids at the orphanage did not either. But you... You wanted him. You enjoyed his company. He couldn't possibly understand why, but you did. And he was grateful...
