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Trophy x Cheesy - 愛します (to love)

A/N

Trophy? yeah no i absolutely hate the guy don't- ah no- (drops bucketful of headcannons) ah oh wait sh- (attempts to pick them up but drops more) ah no this wasn't meant to happen-

don't worry, this won't be a repeat of my last Trophy based oneshot

i might rewrite that for my birthday though... you never know

i really wanna punch the fella to mars but i also really wanna die for him ya know?

my friend proposed a murder-suicide so idk really

younger me would be quaking rn

they'd be all "omg you're writing about trophy willingly pathetic ew."

and then i'd be like "haha that's really funny" (projects myself onto the character)

i'm stalling lol okay let's get grooving

!!!WARNING!!!

This oneshot contains:

Child abuse and neglect

Internalised and externalised homophobia and transphobia

Implied self-harm

Suicidal thoughts

Censored swearing

Mentions of drug abuse and usage (not promoting them at all in this, i'm just describing them based on what i learned about them)

A lot of insecurity and self doubt

Mentions of a car crash

Death

A n g s t

Trophy's POV

I sat by a bush in the late evening, gripping my camera in my hand as I tugged my letterman jacket further down my chest. I never liked being cramped into the dormitories. Something about seeing everyone thriving made me oh, so envious. Everything about me was wrong, and I thought I could accept that. I was taught that I need to be the best I can be, but there was always something I'd end up doing wrong. I thought loneliness might help me think without feeling constantly judged.

"Well I'd bet you'd have a bushel of excuses to explain why you're out here!"

The knee slap followed. He was here too now apparently. Cheesy always evoked strange feelings in me. I doubt I'd ever understand them.

"What do you want, loser?"

The comedian plopped down beside me in the grass, ignoring my rude comments as he always did.

"Well, you looked awfully lonely. I thought you'd want another player on your winning team!"

I didn't snicker the same way Cheesy didn't slap his knee. The air was melancholy, each breath felt like I did three laps around a stadium,

"Not joking around here. What's wrong? You've been... Off."

I chuckled tiredly at his statement. Off? Off? Far from it! I've been wrong in everything I-

"Nothing Cheesy. Just... Go back to your comedy shows or whatever."

My voice dropped involuntarily, Cheesy probably picked it up. He was always attentive.

"Doesn't sound like it pally," he scooted closer, "so I'm gonna stay until it does!"

I hugged my knees self-consciously. His presence was making my brain go wild. Do I want him to stay or leave? My face began to heat.