Amanda x Constanze oneshots

The Phobia

In this Constanze has Aichmophobia (if u don't know it's fear of sharp objects) she hasn't told any one about it. And Amanda isn't her normal attitude, she more angrier and it seems she doesn't care about the rest but deep down she does. She gives every one nicknames.

Short this is short

No one's PoV

Amanda, Constanze, Akko, Diana and Lotte were all chatting in the library, they seemed like a pride of lions on how they were all huddled up near enough.

Amanda was leant on a wall, as all the others were standing up straight, Constanze was sat down on a chair working on an illegal, advanced piece of tech that could be efficient in a race with her broom.

As they were all ranting and yapping on about stuff, neither one of them seemed to have noticed the two witch's that had stumbled on the same place as them. One, was a little shorter then the other, as one was slightly taller. They walked over to where the chit, chat group was, they went behind them to where Constanze was. Constanze, stood from her position. One, held her wrists tightly, whilst the other went in his pocket, he pulled out a toothpick.

"Oi, assholes, the fuck ya doin'?" Amanda questioned, they didn't respond, the one holding Constanze back started laughing as Constanze was beginning to try break free from her grip.

"What's wrong? Scared. Haha." The silent, blue haired girl kept struggling, they left after another minute.

Constanze fell to the floor. Breathing through her mouth, deep, long breaths. Eyes were wide. She sat her back against a wall, hands gripped tight round her head. The place around went black as she was trapped in deep thinking thoughts. She only could make out certain words that the group were saying.

"Constanze!?" Akko yapped

"Hello?" Diana questioned

She was positive Amanda called her out, by her nickname of course. Constanze, looked around rapidly.

The short girl heard a softer toned voice then what some of the others were. Another different nickname. It didn't fit much but made her feel a little different as she knew who said it.

"Little tech builder" she felt a hand on her shoulder from behind, she did flinch but didn't move. This made her snap out the trace she was being held in like a sentence to life in prison.

She looked around, most the group were wide eyed, she looked at whose hand it was, it was Amanda?. Amanda, put her hand round Constanze's chest keeping her close, the blue haired, small girl put her hand onto of the orange haired girls.

Okay I lost my motivation at the end. I have nothing to say so good bye. For now 😈