Sunflower - Lilleffa x Reader

Chapter 4: detention

(A/N: Two chapters in one day?!?!? I'm struggling to figure out what I want to write for the next few chapters so if the updates seem slow sorry :(( also I changed y/n to have they/he prns!!!)

POV: y/n's

Sitting in the office I feel my nerves cool down, now replaced with shame. I don't think it was fair for Mr.Crooker to send me to the office and give me a after school detention. Giving the fact rarely gotten in trouble, but I would rather bite my tongue then agure.

My tapping at stopped and sat up in the office chair half listening to his rant about responsibility's and consequences,

"You know the only reason I have giving you detention is because I don't stand for behavior like this? I understand that you are a good student with good grades but I wont let that be an excuse—"

All of his words seemed to fly from one ear to the other, I couldn't really care for this man had to say.

My thoughts wondered, going from the meeting of lilleffa to the other meeting in the hallway. I groan mentally as I realized I never figured out what happened, so that just means more time later researching.

I rub my neck and eyes once again, I needed a good bath when I get home. To take a long nap and relax bring I give myself a headache thinking about this,

Somewhere in my mindless pound of self pity and compliments, Mr. Crooker noticed I wasn't listening.

Snapping his fingers with basicly made me flinch, his face now discarded his smile and now showinf something of irritation.

"Mr. L/n, could you please listen while I talk? Or is there something better you would like to do?" He hissed, his tone now taced with frustration.

"Ah-no sorry Mr. Crooker, I was just—thinking" I said my voice warming up,

He hummed, obviously not pleased with the answer but non the less carrying on his scolding and speech. This time I have a half ear to it, making sure to nod every so often to show my 'interest'.

"Now I will have to call your parents, and while I do would you go to class? This time," he said, his hand already reaching to the phone.

I nodded and left, my mood in a all time low. This wasn't exactly how I wanted my school day to go.

Calling my parents wasn't that big of a deal if you thing about it logically, but I would rather be yelled at then have my parents be involved.

I stopped in my tracks and placed my head in my hands, 'world just give me a second to sort this all out before anything else happens' I wished. Taking deep breathes in my hands, which kind of calmed me down.

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POV: lilleffa's

I had used the bathroom, more or less. In all honesty I had paced around the bathroom, biting my nails and splashing my face with water to cool myself down.

I stared at myself in the bathroom, the mirrors placed by each other hanging above every sink. With a shaky ans hesitant hand I turned my back to mirror, pulling my sweater over my lower back to look at mark.

My eyes bore into it, it's colors and shape still there never changing.

Yet as I look at it now, his shape is familiar, a familiarity that I could share with family. The coleos now more vibrant and bright, something to praise and show off then hide away and amar at.

A spark flickered in my inner self, I use a free hand to trace at the lines and colors. Following patterns that I could see from this angle, the skin under my touch now warm.

I shutter as I lace at the mark, staring at it makes me forget my anxieties and nervousness of my mistake and curse.

My mind brought me to that boy I meet, the one I cursed. The one who seemed so enveloped by my presence, and thinking back about how shy yet curious he was about it. It was kind of endearing,

My face lit up with a light blush, my hand now drawn back from the mark.

I hadn't taken in anything about them, barely knowing what color eyes he had. Let alone getting his name, I scowled. Maybe if I put aside my fear I could get want sometimes.

I curse under my breath, I really should have asked for his name. I guess there isn't anything I could do right now, I could try and find them again. But I don't think I have the mentality to do so,

I pull my sweater back down, fixing my outfit before exiting out of the bathroom. My mood a bit better then how it was when I was in science.

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POV: Y/n's

I need some time alone, to think and get these feelings out. To get myself under control, I can't call anyone to bring me home. I would only be talked at more, all because I was doing the logical thing to find out what the fuck happened.

My footing feels heavy and unstable, I really need to lay down or sit down for a while. Just to calm down, I shuffle my feet as I walk.

Looking at the floor with distain, things really went to shit today.  I feel like I'm complaining over and over, a day hasn't even passed and I already wnat to give up.

How did things get to this, 'it was just a touch a weird one that made you feel things, but that's it. You shouldn't be so worked up about this'

I tried to reason with myself, but no matter how much I tried to put logic into this the more that logic felt wrong.

I frown, my pace to class slowing down. I pass the bathrooms, a quick trip to the bathroom to calm your thoughts doesn't hurt right?

I backtrack and enter the bathroom, heading to the sink to metaphorically wash the stress out.

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POV: narrater's

Walking into the bathroom y/n struggled to find themselfs, splashing water to their face and rubbing his neck with wet hands to physically cool down.

He looked to the mirror and quickly look away, there was semi dried blood and a red nose from the door encounter. Which makes him only think about lilleffa, which only sent him back to square one with him being stressed.

"I look like shit' god—" y/n muttered, looking back after a second. Rubbing the dried blood with their hand, grabbing a paper towel he wet it and gently dabbles it on his nose to clean the area.

Y/n's hand resting in the sink infront of them, in the mist of him cleaning his nose he failed to notice the large mark on his neck.

Meanwhile, lilleffa walked hastily back to class. A pep in his step to maybe trick his mind into a better attitude, as he walked gently looking at the posters on the walls he realized he forgot his hallpass.

"God dammit—" he turned where he stood, patting his pockets like he placed the hallpass there.

Once lilleffa came to terms with the fact he didn't have it, he sighed and walked back to the bathrooms. Still he tried to keep a positive attitude about it.

'This will only give me more time to relax and think!' He thought, a weak smile came to his face.

It only took him a minute to walk back, his mood —he could agure— was at a all time high! Walking into the bathroom with closed eyes and a hidden smile he opened the door with a hand.

What lilleffa also failed to notice was the figure leaning over the sink a towel in hand and a exasperated expression.

End chapter 4

(A/N: blahhsgs I hoped y'all liked it!! I might take a break tomorrow to work on how I will write this and make a plan so y'all can enjoy it more! Have a good day!!)