Waluigi x Reader

The morning of changes

Waking up is exhausting. Getting up and going to school. Every day is the same. Nothing excites me.
If there only could be a change of things. Like another place..
Staring outside the bus window I lose myself in my thoughts as always. Each day wishing to not wake up here again.
It would be cool to open my eyes and find myself in a completely different world..
I never defined what that world would look like though.

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I get off the bus. Looking around for my friend I cannot spot her. Usually she waits for me right here.
That is strange. Maybe she missed her alarm today. Or perhaps the bus is late.
I decide to stay and look out for the other buses arriving. A few others were already standing there. Empty. I continue to scan the area. Not a trace amongst any of the people. This makes me realize: I never had to wait for my friend. It was always her welcoming me.
Wow, so this is a first time things change?
I may be too dramatic. But something about the first hours of the day being different from the way your routine always has been.. simply feels wrong.
School life really makes me get used to the perpetual quotidian.

About 15 minutes must have passed until I finally started to ask myself why I was still standing there. Swiftly I choose to budge to school. However a hand on my right arm stops me.
"Hey, hey. You aren't leaving without me today, are you?" I turn around to see a boy grinning at me.
He.. looks weirdly familiar...
"I believe this is a misunderstanding." I reply to him.
White iris. Are these contact lenses?
"What's with the surprised look, princess?"
Princess?
"What the hell do you think you're saying? I don't even know you-" suddenly a stinging pain crosses my brain. I feel my hand touching my forehead. Distorting my features I look down at the floor.
"Are you okay?" he asks, frowning in concern.
"I don't know.."
Who is this guy?

I look up once more to get a second glance of the boy.
He is short. Even seems to be a bit shorter than I am. Black leather pants. A purple shirt with black straps. Red-brownish, short hair. A nose with a hint of red and a black mustache? Also I am sure I have seen this purple hat before...
Wait-
"Didn't I wahrn you to watch out? My beauty can stun people." with a cheeky grin he winks and I realize who I am talking to.
Waluigi? Why does he look like him? How is this possible?
The stinging pain comes back and with it I hear a voice whispering: He is your best friend.
"My best friend?"
"Wah~ yes that's me princess," I can't help but blush now. "Suddenly shy, eh?" the boost of confidence is written all over his face.
I choose to go along with what is happening.
"Let's get going. We'll be late."

Since I have a best friend whose existence I apparently forgot about I question wether we actually are going to have a regular day at school.
My parents are the same. The people on the bus are the same. The school building is the same.
So why is he here? And where is my actual best friend?
As soon as we enter the building I let him take the lead and follow. Who knows what class we may be in now.
Am I still the same age?
He looks my age. Although it is unusual for a 17 year old to grow a mustache like that. But who am I kidding? It's more uncommon to have someone looking like Waluigi be your best friend all of a sudden.
We walk through the same hallway and end up going to the classroom I normally would be in as well. Immediately I am searching the room for my real best friend and I find her. She is talking to one of the girls of our course. They laugh. It almost looks as though-
"I've been replaced?" I perceive Waluigi gazing at me confused before responding, "You seem a bit out of it today".
"This morning just doesn't make any sense." I could not hide that this was upsetting me.

Next thing I knew was I dashed forward and stood in front of my best friend and the girl.
"You seem to have made a new friend, Leila?" I start, forcing a smile, "mind telling me such stuff before you make me wait for you at the bus station?" I notice the perplexed look on both of their faces.
"Why would you wait for me?" this question baffles me for a moment. Has she forgotten about how close we were?
"But you... we are best friends. Why are you replacing me out of nowhere?" I stutter.
What happened now really hurt me. The two exchange gazes as if communicating in their own, nonverbal language. It was just like how we used to be.
"What in the world are you talking about, Y/N?" I could see they were holding back their laughter.
Meanwhile Waluigi took a seat in the back row of the class and casually observed the scene in mild amusement.
Frustrated and hurt by the whole conversation I take the seat next to him. I could not stop myself from staring at my ex best friend throughout the entire lesson. Why was she suddenly acting like we are strangers?

It took a while until I began to feel an uncomfortable sensation. I turn my head to explore the source of it. Not realizing I was being watched by Waluigi the whole time too I quickly look away in embarrassment. After this chaotic set off I did not have the time to further go into detail about him. I solely identified this boy as Waluigi because he really resembled him in a way. It was like an exceptionally realistic cosplay of the character.
A good-looking one though.
I feel my face heating up again.
These are way too many blushes for the first few hours of the day.
I pretend to concentrate on what the teacher is saying by initiating a staring contest with the blackboard. Secretly I am fighting any more distracting thoughts about Waluigi though.