art and football | nagi s. X reader

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some things in the high school are altered.

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"she's so weird..."

"i know right? she doesn't even talk to anyone."

"i bet she thinks she's better than everyone else."

i raised my head and turned to the girls who were obviously and loudly whispering about me, but they quickly turned around and feigned innocence when they noticed my gaze on them. i didn't let my eyes linger for long before i turned back to my notebook i was previously doodling on.

i shouldn't have came early to school today...

i sighed then shut the notebook and put it back in my bag. the sound of birds chirping caught my attention, and i soon found myself staring out the window and daydreaming about whatever. my surroundings blurred out and i was suddenly in another world.

i wouldn't say that i'm a bullying victim, but the students - especially the girls - look down on me a lot. which is ironic giving the fact that they think i'm the one looking down on them. it is not true at all. after enrolling in this high school, i quickly realized that rumors travel quickly and people believe them no matter how false they are in reality. teenagers just want another interesting topic to gossip about in between lessons and i'm sometimes the topic. it's obvious that they try to keep it from me but it's hard not to notice when they're outright gossiping about me in the same classroom as me.

it's easier to ignore them than to be bothered, so that's all i've done so far. i texted my middle school friends and they all told me that i should do just that and sooner or later my classmates would lose interest in me.

sometimes it does make me feel a bit sad.

i kind of liked being alone at the beginning of the school year, but that quickly turned into a depressing loneliness when i saw how much fun everyone around me had with their friends. i wanted that too.

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there's this guy in my class that i like...

when i first noticed him, it was in the hallways. i was running late to art club after being given the task of bringing in the new paint brushes and canvases. it was difficult to carry everything on my own at once- but despite knowing that my club members still entrusted me with the task. i didn't want to get on their bad side so i didn't resist much.

i rushed through the hallway, the heavy canvases and paint brushes making it difficult for me to see where i was walking so i trusted my instincts instead.

which was a rather dumb idea, because i soon bumped into something hard and i quickly lost my balance and fell backwards on my butt. the items i was carrying scattered on the ground and my heart dropped at the sight. embarrassment filled my body and my stomach churned when i felt the other students' eyes on me.

god... i must look so dumb right now.

"oh, i'm really sorry. i wasn't looking."

i looked up to see a guy with purple hair and eyes crouching in front of me and staring at me. my eyes lowered to his hands and i saw him holding a couple paint brushes and moving to gather a couple more.

i shook my head and quickly stood up to my feet, "n-no... it's my fault. sorry." i stuttered, feeling my heart beating in my throat. my face warmed up as i scurried to gather my things that i dropped.

"how about i help you? this is for the art club, yeah?" he asked, making me raise my head to look at him once more. i stared into his pretty purple eyes and suddenly began losing myself in them, but his tilt of his head made me quickly snap out of it and nod. "if... it's o-ok.." i mumbled, holding the canvas and paint brushes tightly to my chest.

the corners of his lips quirked upwards as he nodded before taking the majority of the stuff out of my hands.

we walked quietly through the hallway, with my heart beating loudly in my chest, the other students staring at us with bulging eyes and him completely oblivious to basically everything.

when he returned the items in the art room, he gave me one last smile and wave before leaving.

from then on, i couldn't help but notice him everywhere.

he's really popular- his name is reo and he comes from the renowned mikage family.

i knew that he was way out of my league, but i couldn't help but admire him from afar. it didn't help my case that he was in my class as well. he doesn't seem to notice me much, only talking to me as a polite classmate the rare times he had to. he was really nice, tall, cool and smart and my crush only worsened as time passed. it was no surprise that he was confessed to by girls in school almost every week.

he soon started playing football after making another friend- a white haired boy from our class, i think by the name nagi. he even made his own football club and a couple other boys from the school joined him as well.

i found myself watching them play from the sidelines. occasionally, a couple other girls would join in, but it wasn't often.

i still found it enjoyable to admire them playing from afar, and although i barely understood anything i could tell that reo and his friend were really good players.