Im aging Cyno down to a teen like me bc im self indulging rn LMAO!
No im serious its very self indulgent. Its literally my notes app personified
Modern day AU
Cyno x Stressed GN reader (Platonic)
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Life had literally run you over, reversed, and ran you over again.
The end of your semester was coming up and you were trying to bring grades up, maintain them, and also get enough sleep in your system. You weren't sure what it was about highschool teachers, but the amount of work they piled on you was insane. Especially teacher's who weren't core subjects.
You were sitting at your desk listening to music with your headphones in. Work was spread out like some sort of mystery case file. The subjects started to blur together. To the point where you just sat in your chair with your eyes closed, letting the beat of the music drown out your racing thoughts.
For the past month, you felt like you were running on fumes and just gaining any scrap of energy that you could find and use. Now you were burning out and the finish line was in your sights. Except there were monstrous hurdles and cracks in your path. One wrong move and you'd be behind, and thrown out of the race.
In all honesty, your mindset has been completely off. You just wanted a break. The new semester couldn't come any quicker but it also needed to stay back so you could get shit done.
You folded your arms on your desk, "kill me now." you dramatically sighed.
Before you registered it, the left side of your music stopped playing and there was a different voice, "I thought you were studying."
Jumping you looked to the left side of you. Meeting eyes with the fiery eyed, silver haired male holding your headphone. "Cyno, how the hell did you get in here?"
He was dressed in a dark purple sweatshirt and black sweatpants. "Well I knocked on the front door, and was let in." He told you like it was obvious. "I did call you, but you didn't pick up."
"Oh," you looked over at your phone which was face down and silent in the corner, buried under papers. "Sorry, I did tell you I was going to get my work done earlier."
"Mhm," he reached over you and flipped through the scattered pages to see what you were working on. "What is going on here? Are you a student or an FBI agent?" He noted the complete unorganized mess. "Why is everything everywhere?"
"Because," you said, snatching the paper back from him. "I guess I just displayed how I'm feeling. Cyno, did you finish everything you had to do?"
He set his own backpack down on the ground and stretched his arms overhead. "Most of it. But I'm close."
"I'm gonna fail. Why didn't I drop out when I had the chance to?" You groaned.
"You're fine. Don't make it harder than it has to be." He advised and took a seat on your bed which was behind you. "Finish the big tasks first before you dive into smaller ones."
