Parallel Series: Devouring Yren

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Yren was humiliated. Just, fucking humiliated.

His face felt hot as he quickly stepped down the stairs, pressing his palms to his skirt so that it didn't lift from the rush of air.

He had to take a moment to remind himself that their move hadn't been strictly because Yren wanted to assume his new identity — his father did get a new research role at the nearby university — however, it sure as fuck helped.

So, wow. Yren had made it — what, three days? Not even a full school week before someone found out about his secret.

And it just so happened to be the hottest guy the latter had ever fucking laid eyes on.

He'd been teased before for being effeminate, for growing his hair out, and spending time typically only with girls, but no one had ever treated him like this before. Yren was not only enraged at Rivaille for being such a complete asshole and deriving some kind of demented pleasure from threatening Yren, but also disgusted at himself for enjoying it.

Although small, there was definitely a conflicted tent in his panties and he didn't have a fucking clue what to do about it. Yren was swallowing back his tears, crossing his arms over his chest to comfort himself, and mainly looking down as he cleared the stairs and walked down the hall, nearly missing his brother calling out to him.

"Yren?"

Of course Pyri already had a horde of friends, Yren thought spitefully, looking around at the tall, handsome boys around his brother. He came to a stop near his brother, then blushed when he realized all the eyes that were suddenly on him. He had the humility to be disgusted with himself when he remembered that he was essentially lying to them. These boys were looking at and wanting the girl Yren, not the true Yren, who was a boy.

"What's wrong?" Pyri asked with a frown.

Shit. Did he still look like he was upset? Yren shook his head, bringing a smile to his lips to hide the discomfort. "Nothing! I—"

Yren paused, watching his brother's eyes and attention leave him to focus instead on something — or somebody — down the hall. The brunette hesitated, and then, like the other couple of boys near Pyri, turned to see him approaching from the exact same direction as where Yren had come from.

His older brother looked snide then — a look Yren hadn't really seen him wear before — which immediately made him wonder if he had beef with the raven as well. The hall was silent; Yren could hear his heart pounding in his ears as the older boy approached their group. He felt Rivaille's eyes directed onto him as plain as day, which the others had to have noticed.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" The raven asked their group in a cold tone. Pyri said nothing in return, just proceeded to stare at the black haired boy. Rivaille didn't come to a stop, just continued walking past their group, as if he were completely innocent. Yren wasn't sure how, but when he looked over at his brother, he was pretty sure that Pyri could deduce that at least something happened between the two of them.

"Did he bother you, Yren?" he asked, turning to his younger sibling. The younger flushed, because he didn't say it quietly — Rivaille was certainly still within earshot.

"No!" The brunette cried, a little too energetically. Shit. He was still peeved, though, so he turned to watch the older boy walk further down the hall. He still must have been within earshot, so he continued in an icy tone, "I don't even know who that was."

Pyri looked like he didn't entirely believe him, but knew not to dig into it in front of others. Instead, he smirked, as if encouraged by Yren's spiteful reply. "I would walk you home, but I have practice," Pyri offered, then watched with a frown as Yren shook his head.