LOVESHOTS・Granevere

[alternate] Expectations

as seen by the title, this is the alternate version of one of my past oneshots, Expectations. this is just a drabble bc i haven't been motivated in the past few months until now :)

also i edited all of my older oneshots sorry for the notifs (if u got any)

She's waiting for her ride, the breeze fanning her hair. She quickly fixes it, combing her fingers through the strands, her lavender sweater paws contrasted her strawberry blonde locks. Forever ingrained in his memory, the names of the shades of colour once told to him by the girl.

Before her, Granger wouldn't have known such names existed for colours, only differentiated the everyday sight by simple words; orange, purple, green, blue. Now his world is filled with strawberry blonde, lavender, emerald green and sapphire. Coincidently all colours associated with her.

Maybe he associates mere colours with her because he himself cannot be; maybe he should remain dull, out of sight, untainting her with his presence. She's too perfect, too out of my league.

Her perfect hair, her perfect smile, perfect grades, perfect family, friends.

A stark contrast to his dyed streaks, face hidden by a black disposable mask, grades carried by luck, and people around him. People generally perceived as troublemakers and outcasts.

The best thing he could do-- to protect her-- was to just stay back.

"Dude stop staring at Guine," Alucard nudged him, words slurring. "If you want to talk to her so bad then just do it."

Granger turns his attention to him, scrunching his nose in disgust. Alucard wouldn't get it; he's perfectly fine with just observing Guinevere-- in a non-creepy way of course. The last thing Granger wanted was her to feel uncomfortable. Logically speaking, if Guine was comfortable enough to talk with him, she'd approach him... Right? The two rarely talked in person, the most interaction being glances in the halls, eyes darting away nervously once the other catches their gaze. If the most they've handled so far were polite small-talk and short conversation correcting a shade of colour, how could they be together?

It wasn't a matter of doing, but a matter of willing. Of thinking through it and not doing it because it was illogical and unrealistic.

From opposite classes, fighter and marksman, rich and an outcast.

If he could say 'fuck off' to social standing, he would.

But that day would come another time, the car pulling up in front of Guinevere arriving faster than his feet, leaving him alone on the sidewalk.

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ok when editing this, expectations was my favourite. i was listening to kali uchis while editing everything/writing this LOLLL

also if you know me IRL (excluding all the friends i've told), i am so freaking embarrassed and SO SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL NEVER STOP APOLOGIZING if you find this!!! IF U FIND ME AND ASK ME ABT THIS, PLS DONT SPREAD IT AROUND?!?!?! (SAME GOES FOR THE REST OF THESE ONESHOTS, THE ENTIRE COLLECTION EVEN)

thank u for reading this,

love, cerro