𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 ౨ৎ

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ!- ᴋᴀʀᴀꜱᴜ ᴛᴀʙɪᴛᴏ

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I wanna be yours- Arctic Monkeys

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♪  Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought, maybe I just wanna
be yours ♪

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summary: in which, you've undeniably developed a crush on a cute boy!

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Another morning had set its scene, streaks of aureate slivered through your slightly agape blinds, accompanying the bluebirds that animatedly chirped while perched along the gnarled branches of the oak tree adjacent to your window.

Waxy, viridescent leaves sprinkled with dew drops decorated the tips of each wooden limb, which contently swayed in the blithe breeze. It was just after 5 am, and although school started in another 3 hours, you had to get up early.

You rose every morning to doll yourself up before school, to perfectly style your glossy hair, coat yourself in enough make up to hide the imperfections that lurked in the shadows - but not enough that it seemed you put in a lot of effort. Also, it was useful for finishing up any remaining homework.

You did all of this - put yourself through all of this - because you liked a boy. People think that nothing that minor could change how you looked at yourself, but a crush can.

Things you had no issues with previously: spots, your smile, your laugh, scars, the way your eyes crinkle or your nose, it never seemed to bother you before you liked him.

Karasu Tabito.

Even with the criticisms you shower yourself with, you would never regret liking him.

At first, it was a minor hallway crush, you thought he was pretty when he passed you with a group of his friends once. Then he had moved into one or two of your classes, smart enough to be in the same lessons as you, but carefree enough to let loose and joke around in class - even if it cost him a detention or two.

But, it was when you saw him be so gentle, so loving with something that made you fall for him. For an unknown reason, he had taken a different route home one day - your route - and saw a disheveled and slightly distressed cat on the street.

It shivered, the temperature being concerningly low, and was curled into a splintered fence. Chunks were missing from its ear, patches of fur and crimson blood scattered around its body. He seemingly dropped all his plans, sitting down a few feet away from the feline.

He just let it look at him, get used to him and relax in his presence before making any move to touch it. The first time, the cat hissed, baring its fangs in warning. He retracted, seemingly calm though. Almost as though he had done it so many times. He was extremely patient, a quality trait.