(Beastars x Male!Wolf!Reader)
There are many things in this world that we can't change the outcome of.
So many things happen in which we just have to sit, and watch it play out.
But...
What if you were you to do something awful, and it led to someth...
The rays of the sun raised over the horizon. Daylight kisses the rooftops of Cherryton.
A wolf walks through the halls, humming a quiet tune to himself. He has a content look on his face.
It's a Saturday morning, no school until noon, and (Y/N) seems to be in his casual wear. He has a hand bag filled with... Things. He seems more calm and comfortable in the beautiful atmosphere of the dark corridors, shadowed by the lack of sunlight. He walks up stairwells, by classrooms, and around corners, before ultimately reaching his destination. A large, wooden sliding door.
On the upper part of the door, in faded paint, says "Welcome, Green Thumbs". Nailed to the door is an old clipboard, on which is a small stack of sign in papers, and a pencil tied to the clipboard itself with a string. There are only two names on the sign in paper, one of which being (Y/N)'s. He takes the pencil, and and writes the time next to his name.
After that, he opens the door, taking in the sight of the Gardening Club.
(Y/N) is one of the few students in all of Cherryton to be in two clubs at once. While he was mainly known to be a member of the Drama club's stagehand crew, he had been a member of the Gardening Club since his second week in Cherryton. It was strange really. Growing up, (Y/N) had never really been too attached to gardening or plants in general, but the practice was surprisingly relaxing, and his dad told him he should try it out. He did, and well, two years later, here he is.
He listens to the wind whistling gently past as he set his bag down, opened it, and pulled out a pair of gloves and an old fashioned Walkman, setting it on his head, and beginning to play some Bon Jovi as he got to work.
The Walkman used to be his dad's, big shocker, and (Y/N) likes to put it on while working on his plants as opposed to putting in earbuds and turning up Spotify, because yes, he did indeed want a break from the ads.
He walked over to the hose spout, which was missing it's hose, and grabbed the watering can right next to it on the stool. Idly, he began to fill the can. After about a minute, the can was full, and he began to walk around the area, watering plants.
"Ohhh... You're halfway there..." (Y/N) muttered along to the song, his tail gently wagging. He was in his element.
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About an hour had passed, and (Y/N) was clipping weeds. His Walkman was bag in his bag, as he needed to focus on this task. If he isn't careful he might clip a flower. They all seemed to begin to bloom.
(Y/N) never actually really memorized the names of the flowers, he namely just liked memorizing the different ways to take care of them. All of which were mainly the same, just water them occasionally and rip out the occasional weed. Easy but tedious.
It was still pretty early, he had gotten there about Five-thirty in the morning, it must be around time she showed up.
This is the earliest he's signed in since first year, so he wonders how she'd react seeing him...
In the middle of this thought, a quiet thumping sounded out, before the small clicks of shoes, followed by the closing of a door.
This made (Y/N) stop, confused. He was about to turn around before -
"What the hell are you doing here?"
It was the last voice he expected to hear....
He spun around, looking up and....
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