Dylan's eyes flicked to the clock at the top of the class more times than she could count, Black Arts was slowly coming to an end and as of right now all Lin had done was glare at students as he paced the class.
Her day wasn't exactly going well, suddenly being forced into the role of a teen gang leader added an extra element of pressure to the already struggling girl.
Devon had already gone over it with her, telling her what she already knew. Before she even started Lin made sure she knew how 'close' their families were, she knew all about the Guild and the death of his own family. She knew the influence that came with coming from a family with an envious amount of Yakuza status, ever since she'd become Kuroki it had been made obvious to her. But she never once expected the Kuroki would be hers.
❝ An assassin must not love. Must not marry. Must discard friends and ideals, violation of these index are the downfall of our kind. To achieve commitment to the life, we must drown these frail needs. ❞
Lins voice had finally broken through the silence, his steps haulting alongside Marcus' desk. In the blink of an eye his cane was whipping toward the boys face, only stopping when it came in contact with Dylan's hand.
As Dylan dove over her desk to protect Marcus, Devon's hand had shot out to grab Lins wrist as he held the blade of his cane to Dylan's side.
Lin glared at three, wordlessly warning Devon to take her hand off him.
❝ Emotions are chemical mirads that will betray you, leave you exposed. ❞ He spoke, eyes fixated on the girl still shielding Marcus' face ❝ To care for another human is to parade your own greatest weakness. If you love someone enough to die for them, then you surely will. ❞
His cane lowered back to the ground as the bell rang out, Dylan was trying her best to ignore the painful sting spreading across her palm as she scooped her books into her backpack.
❝ Let me see. ❞ Marcus spoke softly, taking her hand in his own and examining the red streak spreading across it ❝ You do know that was a trap, right? ❞ He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to her palm.
Dylan shrugged, pushing the hair from her ponytail off her shoulder ❝ I wasn't going to let him give you another split lip. ❞ She smiled sarcastically, sending a glare in their headmasters direction ❝ Come on, I told the others I'd give them a ride when we're going. ❞
After Marcus' revelation last night Saya took on the responsibility of finding Chester and gathering as much information as she could so they could plan their next move. This morning she'd texted the Vegas gang group chat to say she needed them to all meet up and see what she found.
❝ You go ahead, I'll be out in a sec. ❞
So Dylan waited outside the class, recently it felt as if she couldn't leave Marcus unattended for more than ten minutes at a time before something happened so she wasn't about to take any chances.
She wasn't waiting long, five minutes would have been a generous guess as to how long she was standing outside the classroom. She wanted to know what they'd talked about but thought better than to ask, she liked what limited peace she had left.
❝ Your hair is all curly again. ❞ Dylan mumbled, a hand reaching up to gently tug on a curl that rested on his forehead ❝ I love it. ❞
Marcus hummed, draping his arm around her shoulders as they walked toward her dorm ❝ I remember you saying the other day. ❞
❝ All for little old me? ❞ Dylan smiled, unlocking her door and letting him in first ❝ I'm flattered. ❞
She threw her bag onto her bed, filing through the clothes on her bed for something to wear as Marcus made himself at home on her bed.
He watched as she held two different dresses up to herself ❝ Baby, we're just going to the comic store. ❞
❝ I knew it. ❞ Dylan sighed ❝ You forgot about Billy's Adolescents concert tonight, didn't you? ❞
Marcus rolled his eyes ❝ Okay, yeah, but still a pretty dress isn't exactly grunge concert material. Especially with how short your dresses are. ❞
❝ You said you like my dresses! ❞
❝ Oh, no, I fucking love them. What I don't love is other guys that perv on you, come on baby I can't fight those punk rock assholes and Chester you know that. ❞
She wouldn't admit it but she agreed, her usual flowery dresses would go down like a lead balloon ❝ I think we both know I am more than capable of fighting my own battles. ❞
Of course, Dylan had more than enough options to choose from and had moved from her bed to her wardrobe to piece together an outfit.
❝ You know, I've never seen you in an actual fight. ❞ Marcus thought out loud ❝ I've seen you in class or whatever, but never in a real fight. ❞
Dylan shrugged, throwing her uniform in the corner and pulling the black leather skirt she'd pick out over her legs ❝ Yeah, 'cause every time I've tried you got in my way. ❞
He watched as she swapped out her bra for the black bralette she'd chosen ❝ You mean with Maria? ❞
❝ Who else? ❞
Buttoning up the sheer shirt that finished off her outfit, Dylan's eyebrow rose as Marcus stood up from his seat and walked toward her ❝ You're too pretty to get into cat fights. ❞
He smiled softly, taking over in buttoning up her shirt for her before pressing a kiss to her forehead.
❝ I, uh, have something for you. ❞ He mumbled, reaching into his inside pocket and taking out a carefully folded piece of paper ❝ I'm not really good at, you know, wording stuff properly. We could be dead this time tomorrow and I don't wanna leave anything unsaid. ❞
❝ Marcus, ❞ Dylan sighed, taking the paper and clinging to it carefully as his final sentence hung in her head "I don't wanna leave anything unsaid" ❝ I am so in love with you. ❞
❝ Thank God, otherwise this would be awkward. ❞ Marcus laughed, again reaching into his pocket and taking out something she couldn't quite see ❝ Stayed up all night while you were asleep watching YouTube tutorials so I'd get it right. ❞
It was only when he took her hand and slid it onto her finger that she realised it was a ring that Marcus had taken out of his pocket.
A small, pink, meticulously folded paper ring.
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PAPER RINGS || MARCUS LOPEZ.
FanfictionI like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings.
