𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙭 𝙜𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 .ᐟ
ᵐᵒᵈᵉʳⁿ ᵃᵘ
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❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 my order , but you can also take my hand in marriage. ❞
❝ what the fuck. ❞
━━━━ ෆ in which ,
you find yourself
liking a rude boy who you bumped into, but also a barista a...
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your elbow rests on the wooded table Infront of you,
your eyes trail the rain droplets as they slide down the window, your jaw resting on your hand. your fingers caressing your soft, tinted pink cheek.
as you wander off into your train of thoughts, they get stopped abruptly by footsteps approaching your table. "here you are, one caramel white mocha." the waitress says, placing a cup with steam ascending out of it on your table, along with a small porcelain bowl of ice cream mochi's.
"thank you, kazuha." you make a small bow with just your head, forming a small, sweet grin. your eyes fluttered at the male, your ethereal features only made the male more anxious,
fortunately, you were blessed with a rather attractive appearance.
as you removed your elbow from the table, and gracefully picked up the steaming cup, kazuha took a seat Infront of you. "ah, y/n, did you study for the upcoming test?" kazuha, the waitress, was from your school.
your mouth gapped a little bit, before screaming out "test?" so loud that the other employee at the front counter stared at you long and hard.
"yes, y/n, test. a history one. you've been paying attention, right?" you havent. only hearing that made you toss mora on the table and dash out of there in the pouring rain, the droplets rolled down your skin, soaking your clothes. you had your eyes squeezed shut.
as you were dashing through the rain, you haven't noticed the figure before you, therefore making you slam right into them.
"shit- watch where your going!" the figure who had now been on the ground said,
"oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" you quickly beaded out an apology.
"you better be, god.." the man said, before getting up and brushing off his clothes.
you examined him, his indigo hair, his hazey violet eyes, he was quite the attractive person.
he left your mouth agape by tsking, then simply walking off. you could feel your cheeks fluster up and turn a light shade of pink.
who was that boy?
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as leaves crunched beneath your shoes, lively chatter filled your ears.
walking to school has to be your favorite part of the day; smelling sillage coming from nearby cafes, the peace and tranquility of the trail you take. it all fits your liking perfectly!
you finally arrive to the school gates, you say off a huff and continue on your journey to find hu tao, kazuha, and the others.
as you pace into the school entrance, greeting the other students along the way, you catch eye contact with someone..
the boy from yesterday. the one you bumped into.
quickly turning flustered you try to avoid all contact with him as you walk past. he tries to avoid you too. which you are thankful for, but anyways, after that embarrassing meeting you finally find your friends at the end of the hall
"y/n!!" hu tao, the girl with hazel brown hair sheeps out. kazuha, itto, venti, and kokomi stand beside her.
"hi guys!" you say, soft spoken. you walk along the corridor, pacing yourself to keep up with the group. as your thoughts drown out the groups chatter, you can't manage to shake out the image of that boy, just who exactly was he? and why on earth was he so
pretty?
the bell rings and people bead their goodbyes. shuffling to their seats. you sit quietly and trace your pencil carefully along the lining of the smooth, pastel salmon colored walls. the reflection of the sun from the window near you shining on your ethereal features. as the muttered chatter streaks down, you gracefully turn your head the other way, facing the opposite side of the classroom.
the boy was sitting next to you.
"take a picture, it'll last longer." he says teasing, dry chuckling and smirking afterwards. you glare at him, slightly blushing into a pink shade of tulips.
"ehe, I wish I could." you teasingly say back, earning a flustered face of the dearest boy.
"shut up."
"I know you love my voice"
"I hate you already."
you snicker and focus your gaze back onto the board, little did you know, the dearest indigo haired boy had his gaze on you.
'why do I feel this way?'
fin ෆ
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