do you really think you're perfect ? | blade [hsr]

maybe you don't,

tw: major character death.

On the day your sister died, you were, surprisingly, with Blade. 

It was a simple excuse to see him again - you didn't know why exactly. But you found yourself dialing his number just five days after he dropped you off, drunk and passed out, at Kafka's place.

He answered it annoyed but after hearing your reasoning - needing to study for biochem - he agreed. Blade met you at your dorm room about fifteen minutes after. You'd opened the door, greeted with the sight of glasses Blade yet again, dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. 

"Out of all the people you could've studied with," He began with a bored voice, setting his textbooks down on your table. "You chose the one who hates your guts."

"Ah ah, you told me you didn't hate me." You corrected him - although you were incredibly drunk, you remembered every little detail of the interaction at the bar, at least up until you knocked out. Blade paled at your words, shaking his head and muttering curses.

You still weren't completely used to this yet. This sense of borderline comfort when being around Blade, someone who you thought you could never agree to be around. It was weird, yet you couldn't help but enjoy it. From the kitchen, you glanced at Blade. His head was tipped down, eyes scanning the textbook from behind his rectangle framed glasses. You smiled to yourself, walking from behind the counter holding two glasses of water, and set one in front of Blade. 

"Thanks for coming." You said, breaking the silence. "And... thanks for Friday too." Blade raised his eyebrows before it clicked in his head. 

"It's nothing. Really." He mumbled, taking a sip of the water. "I..." Blade hesitated. "I meant it. All of it."

This brought the biggest grin to your face.

"I did too." You finished off, and the two of you fell into silence. Not one similar compared to after you two had argued, but a silence that you both felt comfortable in. Now you couldn't tell what it was, but something more had changed. In the way you saw Blade. You weren't able to point it out. 

Blade on the other hand, was internally freaking out. After the realization hit when he took you home on Friday, he couldn't get you out of your mind. He had feelings for you. He had feelings for you. He liked you. You, out of all people.

As you worked on your notes, Blade took a glance up from his book. Admiring you. Fuck, he thought. This was not going to be easy. 

"When's the exam again?" You yawned, spinning your pencil in your hand, looking up at Blade, surprised to see that he was already looking at you. Blade shook his head in confusion, before pulling out his phone.

"Next Friday." He said with a frown. "Our final damn exam." You chuckled with a sigh of relief. Your last exam of university ever. Your stomach swirled at the thought.

"I can't even believe-" You began, yet you were interrupted by the ringing of your phone. The two of you froze, the uneasy mood filling the air, just like how it had on class last Wednesday, when you first heard about your sister in critical condition. Blade set his pencil down cautiously, waiting for you to answer it.

You picked up the call, placing the phone to your ear nervously. 

And the words coming from the speaker hit you like a freight train.

"Miss Y/N L/N, it is our gravest duty of informing you that your sister, Tingyun L/N has passed after her most recent operation. The doctors tried their best to save her, but unfortunately, her heart couldn't take the treatment they'd used. We know you may need time to grieve, so we'd request you come tomorrow to pick up Miss Tingyun's paperwork and organize what you'd like to hold for her passing. Thank you, and our sincerest apologies for your loss."