The King and I (Asgore X male reader)

Disrupted Plans

The day is going by at a painfully slow pace. All the classes today seem to drag on far beyond their allotted time. You are pretty sure that no one is happy with this, but it feels like an eternity to have to sit through first Geometry, then Global for two periods, and then practically have study halls the rest of the day. With nothing else interesting going on, particularly today, your mind inevitably dwells on what you observed the day before.
The old librarian had done something to those flowers, and since it's pretty obvious that flowers don't bloom like that in late November, magic must be the explaination. All of this seems very similar to the magic Asgore sometimes uses to speed up the growth of his own plants just so that the shelves are always stocked. So does this mean that Asgore taught her the same simple magic he has? Is that even possible? You are curious to know. After school, you plan to go to the library just to ask. It may not really be any of your business, but some things are just too intriguing.
As you are just about to brush your thoughts aside, you hear the unmistakable voice of Cayna as you walk down the hall towards your next afternoon class. She's talking to one of her friends as she walks, and the two of them pass you by. She is pretty much the only person you confide in. She knows about your relationship with Asgore, your struggles between you and your mom, and many other little things from before you were settled here in town. For all of that, you wonder if she would believe in magic as well. One way or another, seeing it for yourself could not be denied as real. Perhaps you should tell her about your little investigation too, as she would doubtless be interested.
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*RIIIIING*

The last bell of the day sounds out harshly over the speaker. A wave of relief washes over you as you grab your bag and follow the steady stream of other students out the door. With the day finally over, you're looking to get some answers. The library should be open until around 6:00 pm on weekdays such as this, so you will have plenty of time to poke around. That old librarian doesn't know it yet, but she owes you some answers.
"--Hey watch it!"
You suddenly collide with someone, throwing you off balance and sending you to the floor in an awkwardly slow tumble. Your mind snaps back to the present, processing what just happened. A very angry looking Duke stands over you. Oh boy.
"Watch where you're going, asshole."
"Oh my god," you say, exasperated and just wanting to get out of the building, "You just said what litterally every single cliché school bully says when this happens."
You promptly get to your feet, slinging your bag over one shoulder.
"What the fuck...like, did I even ask?" Duke says in a huff. He's so intolerably bad at bullying sometimes.
"Maybe not," you admit, "But I swear to god you've asked for this!"
The words come out of your mouth as very aggressive, perhaps more so than you had intended. Despite this, both you and Duke now stand facing each other with anger in eachother's eyes that doesn't really seem to be going anywhere. You don't actually have a plan to back up your words, and you hope that the same goes for Duke. Admittedly, it would have been rather badass to just up and punch him after that line...but no, you can't afford to get into that much trouble. Inciting a school fight right at the end of the day is a seriously bad idea.
"You know what, fuck you (Y/N). You're just a little prick who can't watch where the fuck you're going."

...

Forget it. He totally deserves this.

Without further hesitation, you ball up your hand into a fist. You feel such a wave of pure frustration build up into that fist, almost channeling into your wind up. Duke's eyes, angry though they were a moment ago, turn wide for a split second before you see your own fist fly towards his chest. The impact feels fast and solid. You've hit him, and you've hit him hard. Duke recoils from the blow, staggering back but managing to keep his footing. He looks winded. Your hand, however feels much worse. A sharp pang of aching pain stabs at your knuckles, like you just punched a brick wall. Heh, that's not entirely untrue. But it hurts. It REALLY hurts.
Duke is still gasping for air, his laboured breathing huffing loudly. Seeing the damage you've inflicted makes you feel...

...almost bad.

"Oh my god...(Y/N)!"
And now there's Cayna's voice. Oh no.
"What the hell are you doing?!" She sounds frantic, like she never expected you to do something like this. Honestly, neither did you.
"I...I punched him," you state in a tone that Cayna must have mistook for pride judging from her reply.
"Are you actually insane? You're going to get suspended for doing stupid shit like this! You should be thankful nobody else saw that!"
You glance around, suddenly realizing that everyone has indeed vanished. They must have all passed before this commotion really started.
"I...sorry, I just..." you stutter in an attempt to fix the situation, "I don't know why I just did that."
Cayna glares at you, a cold, steady, icy gaze.
"I don't!" You say defensively, "I didn't really mean to, I just...I don't think I did anyway."
"Say that to him, not me," Cayna says and steps aside to let you face Duke again. He's standing normally, if not still gently holding a hand to his chest. His bag is on the floor next to him now, and he looks much less furious than you expected him to be. He's still furious, just less so.
"You...fucking...bitch," he says between panting breaths. Such creative insults, those are.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you, dickhead."
Cayna rolls her eyes, stepping back between the two of you.
"And get yourself suspended too? Great idea, genius. Just go before a teacher shows up."
You are suprised to see Duke actually comply. He gingerly picks up his back and starts limping past the two of you.
"Oh, cut the drama," Cayna says with mild disgust. Duke then promptly quits his limp and stomps away out of the building like a scolded puppy. That was certainly an unexpected event of the day. You want to thank Cayna for diffusing the situation, but when she turns back to you, your praise quickly dies down.
"You are the dumbest person I know."
"Who's side are you even on?" You retort, genuinely mystified.
"That's not the point, (Y/N). You can't just go around punching every loser that calls you names."
"You make it sound like I do this all the time! You know that's not true."
"Don't make it a habit then, damn."
She seems very flustered with all this. You feel a tad regretful. That was uncharacteristically violent for you, and Cayna knows that too. Didn't Duke sort of deserve it though? He's always talking real big and, to your knowledge, no one has every stood up to him like that. He had it coming.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, my hand feels like I just hammered a bunch of needles into it."
She looks like she's about to further reprimand you, but stops abruptly. A smirk slowly spreads across her face.
"Actually, that does make me feels a little better. If you don't get reported by Duke, that'll remind you to never punch someone else. Hopefully, anyway."
She turns on her heel and starts walking quickly towards the exit. You stand where you are, only slightly hurt. Maybe she's right, and maybe she's wrong. The bottom line is that what happened today happened. Nothing can change that. It worries you that Duke will most likely report you to the principal, so more thought will need to go into that as well.
"How slow are you?" Says Cayna, waiting for you a way ahead. You shake your head in defeat and hoist the other strap of your bag onto your shoulder. Oh well, there's no arguing with Cayna.