(A/N: I once again lie about how I am working with this story >:33, I got a idea a while ago and a friend helped my brainstorm. Also listening to some malice mizer helped!!!!)
POV: narrater's
Lilleffa's postive mood plummeted, looking into the eyes of the figure. The boys figure hunched over the sink, hand resting on the same sink that held the hall pass.
Lilleffa contemplated walking out of the bathroom and gambling his chances with being scolded at for lossing a hallpass then deal with them, Lilleffa's hair still tucked behind his ears but slowly becoming unruly.
Y/n's eyes drifted to the bathrooms entrance, his mind taking a minute to process the fact Lilleffa was standing there.
His hand almost dropping the paper towel, mouth agape.
Y/n's eyes bore into Lilleffa's, not showing any postive or negative reactions. Which it turns out made the whole encounter more uncomfortable for Lilleffa, the hair on the back of his neck standing tall.
His heart stuck in his throat, while y/n simply stared. His body unmoving and unchanging.
In the most bravest move Lilleffa could muster up was to weakily point at the sink, y/n's locked onto Lilleffa for a second before drifting to the sink.
Y/n quietly reached for the hallpass, their over brittle as they spoke.
"Here," holding on the hallpass but not moving from their spot, which put lilleffa into anotehr situation.
They didn't want to move, feeling so wary of the person in front of him. (No matter how much their body lulled them to move forward, to grasp at something Lilleffa wasn't entirely aware of)
He gulped, stumbling forward and grabbing the pass. His hands numb and stubborn against his body, he felt lightheaded as his finger tips brushed past y/n's.
His eyes flickered to y/n's to see their face, to bask in his reactions. Y/n's face racing from surprise to pure shock, the tips of his fingers burning at the touch.
The two stayed still, the room feeling like wind. There but objectively not there at the same time, lilleffa tried to keep his footing he really did but his knees wobbled.
As if everytime he was around you he felt like he was at his weakest, but yet at the same time he felt like he was on the highest high.
Lilleffa's breath wavered, it felt weird to be around you. To feel all of this and to see the mark coat your neck and jaw like it was your own skin, and in a way he couldn't describe he felt amenace pride in the way he showed off.
Y/n caught the look from a mile away, scrunching his brow in confusion before turning to the mirror.
In a instant Lilleffa grabbed you, his hands pulling at your wrists making you jerk.
You swung your head to him, Lilleffa's face already showing regret.
"Sorry—" he mumbled, pulling away from you.
Rubbing your wrists you give him a glare before sighing.
"It's fine," you felt tired and just done for the day, this interaction ringing itself dry. But it was nice to have these ...interesting meetings, no matter the exhaustion.
Lilleffa pulled the hallpass in his back Jean pocket, thsi time making sure it would stay there. Patting his pocket in a cartoonish way,
"So," he started, tucking his left leg behind his right hands crossing over each other.
"How are you?" Your lips tightened, confusion littering you face. Despite your enjoyment of bumbing into him, you really need to get back to class before you get trouble again.
"..good, now I have to go—-" you tried, pushing past him and reaching for the bathroom door. Before once again being stopped by Lilleffa another grasp at the wrist.
"Wait!—ah shit-sorry, I just um. I just wanted to get your name." His hand again pulling away, never staying against your skin for too long.
Y/n looked to him, his own body a bit stiff from the touch again. It felt like the sun was blazing under his skin, getting hotter at each touch. Some sweat dripped from his brow,
"—y/n," you coughed, now shy and nervous in tone.
"Huh?"
"Y/n, you wanted to know my name—its y/n, Y/n L/n" you voice now straighten and confident, Lilleffa's mouth shaping into a 'o'
"Oh, well my names Lilleffa" he spoke, his body shifting to y/n. His voice mimicking the same confidence as y/n's
"I know," you said sweetly.
Though it might've came off as creepyish and maybe even mysterious, as you hadn't really known Lilleffa before today.
And it was kind of hard to explain how your teacher just so happened to tell y/n about Lilleffa, so you slipped away.
No waiting for Lilleffa's response, leaving the boy confused and surprisingly over joyed.
Pumping his arms in the air as you ran, a grin on his face. Overlooking his nodd through the day about y/n it felt weird to be so happy to be happy.
Feeling shocked and self loathing in the beginning, scared and tried wanting to just forget— (how could he ever want to forget?)
And then to now, this over powering feeling of happiness, a feelings that made his bones shutter and his skin give goosebumps.
He leaned his body onto a sink, his face showing pure delight.
Yet just as the moment came it left, feeling the hallpass in his pants he realized he forget to get to class.
Panicking, he rushed out. Practically running to class.
End chapter 5
(A/N: I felt like I repeated a few words and scenes so sorry for that! And that's really all I have to say!)
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