The old woman behind the front office desk gave you and Chuuya your schedules and surprisingly, you had most of your classes together. First period was Homeroom, which you had with Chuuya. Must be a benefit of attending a school with one-hundred twenty-five students each grade. You walked to class alongside Chuuya, eventually getting lost before finding a janitor to guide you.
The teacher welcomed you both before pointing towards two empty desks beside each other and telling you to take a seat. You smiled, grateful you got to sit beside Chuuya and instead of some stranger. Chuuya followed behind you to the empty seats in the back, taking his seat after you. Class went on, and it couldn't be anymore boring with the teacher reminding everyone of the school rules, uncoming events, open clubs and after school activies. The talking went on all class. You were on the verge of falling asleep and Chuuya wasn't any help. He didn't speak to you and only repeatedly clicked the pen in his hands, his feet crossed and propped up on the desk.
Groaning in frustration, you turned to him and snatched the pen from his hands. "I can't focus." You whispered as you set the pen aside, earning a glare from the short male. "You've had your fucking head down for the past ten minutes. I'm pretty damn sure that paying attention requires your eyes on what's being written on the board." He retorts, crossing his arms over his chest. "This place is shit, we should skip next class." He suggested as he moved his feet to the floor and planted his elbow on the desk to rest his chin on the heel of his palm, giving you a playful smirk.
"We haven't even been here for an hour and you're already trying to get in trouble."
"I'm just trying to embrace the positive things about this shitty place like you said, and I think skipping is one of the fun, positive things about this hellhole. Loosen up a bit, sweetheart."
"I thought you couldn't call me that,"
"It slipped. Besides, Andrea isn't here to scold me about it. What she doesn't know won't hurt her."
"Do you enjoy calling me those nicknames?"
"I'm just used to it,"
Chuuya grabbed the pen you had taken from him and holds your arm down on your desk, bringing the pen's tip to the surface of your forearm.
"Do you enjoy me calling you those nicknames?"
"Maybe," You mused, biting the inside of your cheek and adverting your gaze to the pen hovering above your skin. "I'll take that as a yes." The redhead began scribbling along your arm, decorating your s/c skin in black ink embroidery. You just watched, eyes following the artistic hand currently drawing an asymmetrical tiger lily on your skin before ultimately moving to stare at the hand wrapped around your wrist in a gentle grip. "I'm gonna get ink poisoning." You reluctantly pulled your arm away, staring down at at his work. "Your skills are terrible," You barked out a laugh and he looked up at you with a scowl.
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"This looks like horse shit." Chuuya says as he slid the food tray across the table. The tray stopped in front of one of your classmates, Johnathan Castro. A fairly good looking boy, although, he wasn't really popular, but he was kindhearted, smart, and friendly. Johnathan looked up from his tray to gaze at the redhead, then turning to you for an answer to his unspoken question. "I'm sorry about him," You begin as you slide your tray over to him, "You could have our lunch if you'd like." He stared at you blankly, mindlessly nodding as you got up and followed Chuuya out of the cafeteria, leaving after you waved goodbye.
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Love Boundaries |Chuuya N. x Reader|
RomanceY/N gets recruited in the Port Mafia at age 17, where she meets her sworn beloved; Chuuya. Mori partners her with Chuuya Nakahara, an executive 3 years older and she ends up falling for him. However, when she confesses, she is forced to accept that...
