"He's so innocent! We must protect him at all cost!"
When a boy too cute, and pure for his own good joins a sex obsessed "photography club"
《Currently being rewritten》
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Remember that feeling [Y/N] had, that he jinxed himself?
Well, he was 100% right
After rumors spread that the new student was now apart of the photography club, he's been harassed or "bullied" in his eyes
People kept asking him for things he couldn't even understand, but they only thought he was pulling some innocent act that just made them want to "bully" him more!
His most recent incident was in the gym locker room. After kindly declining two boys offer of showing him a "good time" (whatever that means..) they began to tease him hoping it would lower his confidence so he'd go with them
They did lower his self esteem, but didn't get what they wanted from him
The two upperclassmen were very harsh, calling him names, making fun of his body while he was changing, feeding him lies to believe everyone in their gym class hated him
It didn't take long for [Y/N] to start crying
And escape while he could. There was ten minutes left of class, and the lunch period was next so it won't be too much trouble.
Only being on campus for a few days, and wandering around crying was not the brightest idea
In a few turns he was lost
Eventually, [Y/N] found a dark staircase only lit by the natural light of the sun coming through the small rectangular window
Obviously by reading the signs (literally and figuratively) he deducted that these were the stairs to the rooftop
It was popular among the students here but around this time, people were in class so you shouldn't expect anyone to be there any time soon
Thinking he needed air anyway, he pushed the VERY heavy door open and squinted adjust his eyes to the very bright sun, but was welcomed with a very strange sight
"Excuse me..?"
The raven haired boy yelped, accidentally disrupted his footing and fell backwards
Luckily, [Y/N] is sort of fast in life or death situations and grabbed the endangered boy's hand
Sadly, having the strength of a 10 year old he was clearly struggling in pulling the mysterious boy over the railing
"Sorry I'm not that strong.. But could you pull yourself up a little more?" he said with his voice being a bit strained
The emerald eyed boy complied to the request and landed face first on the concrete
Ouch...
"Oh my gosh- are you okay?!" [Y/N] helped him up, and started digging in his pockets to find something
"I'm okay.."
"Here, take this" [Y/N] handed him a handkerchief for his bloody nose
"Do you want to go to the nurse?"
He just shook his head as a response
"My name is [L/N] [Y/N] and I'm a first year, what's your name?"
"Toru Fujisaki..first year"
"It's nice to meet you.. If you don't mind me asking why were you so close to the edge of the roof? You could've hurt yourself doing something as dangerous as that" he scolded while gently applying bandages on the scrapes on his peer's fingers
Toru only stayed quiet, not wanting to burden the person who was so kind to help him, when he didn't even know who he was. Even if he did want to speak, he couldn't. It would only interrupt the sweet ring of his voice. After what feels like forever, in what he believed to be his final moment.. Someone cared, and actually helped him, and was concerned! This was a very unnatural feeling to obtain all of a sudden, but Toru liked it, more than anything.
Toru used his time of silence to admire his savior. Very soft hands, His hair looked so soft and gentle, his soft and kind eyes was like an infinite ocean of [E/C], it was so easy to drown in, but it wasn't like a "I'm gonna die" kind of drowning.. But a good one.. If that makes sense. His eyelashes were slightly wet from tears, and his eyes and nose were a little red signifying he was crying a little bit not too long ago. Even only knowing this boy for a few seconds the thought of him crying made his stomach drop a little. The pesky sunlight made the barely noticeable tears in [Y/N]'s eyes and cheeks glimmer, but Toru suddenly liked it a lot now finding it a little less pesky now. The sunlight enhanced [Y/N]'s angelic features.
So.. beautiful
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it.. But would you like to be friends?" [Y/N] asked
Fujisaki nodded vigorously in response, making [Y/N] let out a cavity sweet giggle
"It's just about lunch time, do you want to eat together?"
"H-Hai.."
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The two spent the rest of their quiet, but nice day together talking about whatever popped from the top of their head
Well.. [Y/N] did most of the talking which was surprising because [Y/N] is such an awkward person when it comes to human interactions.. Guess he felt really comfortable around Fujisaki
How cute <3
Unfortunately the pair didn't have all the time in the world to talk, even if it felt like they've been talking for years but minutes at the same time
Promising to see each other tomorrow, the two departed making the castleton green eyed boy sigh, only to start reminiscing in the memories the two have made together as if it was so long ago
In truth it's only been a few minutes..
The silence Fujisaki used to feel was now completely altered. It used to be a cold, empty silence that he would do anything to get rid of. But now, the silence felt warm. [Y/N] touched his heart, in such a small amount of time. What a beautiful, wonderful feeling..
Love
Fujisaki was in love.. But how could you not? A literal angel saved his life, became his friend, and was now his will to live The fact he could simply stand next to such a wonderful being sent shivers down his spine How could someone so.. Lowly think to receive the affections of him
Oh jeez.. [Y/N] will really be the death of him
But, he didn't mind..
In Fact it just made him even more loveable
┈🎕┈
"Hm..? My pencil is gone.." [Y/N] realized as he was packing up
"What's with the glum face, [L/N]?" a deep voice asked, making the questioned turn around
"Oh, hello Kang Sensei!" [Y/N]'s face brightened when he recognized his favorite teacher
It was very easy to like Kang Mingi, he was kind, considerate, and handsome. Obviously with all these traits and being only a few years older, he was very popular amongst students
He was schooled in America, despite being half Korean and half Japanese. You sometimes could catch him speaking with an "American accent" if you catch him off guard.
His complexion consisted of black hair, but if you look in the sun it looks like a very deep brown. His skin tone was like pale wheat with some pinkish notes. He had a very sharp jawline, and light brown eyes that often confused people, because sometimes it looked like a gray/green. His lips were pink, but not too pink that it stood out from the rest of his complexion. His body shape was sort of average, but if he took of his shirt his muscles would because more visible. In other words he was hot as f-
"My pencil has gone missing.. Maybe someone took it while I was in the bathroom?" [Y/N] internatally pouted. He really like that pencil, it was his favorite color
"I'm sorry to hear about that, but I have a few extras you can take to replace it." Mr. Kang searched through his draws
"Here you go, three brand new [F/C] pencils. That's your favorite color isn't it?" The sensei gave his student the new pencils with a smile
"Oh, you remembered! Thank you so much, Kang Sensei!" making the older start to lightly chuckle
"It's no problem, I was going to give you them anyway. I prefer using pens." he nodded
"Thank you again, see you next class!" [Y/N] gave him a smile, that never failed to give him a warm feeling inside
"See you next class.."
Mingi really liked [Y/N].. you know.. As a student. He was smart, nice to his peers, never caused any trouble, participated despite being really shy, had this absolutely adorable look in his eye when praised for getting an answer correct.. And he was such a sight for sore eyes, even his handwriting waslm cute
Ugh, who are we even kidding. Mingi was whipped, HARD.
After years of constant studying, boys trying to hit on him (yes teachers, and even students), the pressure from his parents, everything about [Y/N] was like a breath of fresh air.
Always giving a cheerful hello in the morning, light conversations, asking about his day and worrying about his health, always offering to help with carrying papers, they sometimes even spend some free periods together
But, as much as he liked him, he was still his student. He'd never expect [Y/N] to have any kind of romantic feelings for him, their teacher-student relationship must stay the way it is, and never progress. The elder made some sort of peace with the thought somehow, but he was still going to try.
