Vicem Alteram [Various PDH x f!reader]

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Alternative Title: Reader lore drop!?!? At this hour?? Detention, Debates, and (D)Counsel oh my!

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Ivy is uncharacteristically silent when Hyria gestures for the both of you to leave for detention with a loaded nod towards the door. You are marginally surprised when the pink haired girl actually walks beside you, though you are less fond of the strained tension leaving any potential words to die at the back of your throat. She won't look at you, won't even say a single word– instead her turquoise eyes seemed to trail along the lines marking up the tiled flooring of the hallway. Not seeing any point in riling the girl up anymore, you face ahead, aimlessly following her lead in the hopes that she knows where the classroom for detention was located. Because you for one did not know where it was.

Around two minutes of that persistent awkward silence were all you could take before you halt in place, peering at Ivy almost apologetically. Fingers wringing, you guiltily look away, gaze bouncing over the visible tops of the purple lockers dotting the hallway. Wait... did you just see a moldy sandwich? Gross.

"I'm sorry," She ceases all movement, pivoting on her heel in order to whirl around and get a better look at you. She appears dumbfounded, eyes comically wide and positively muddled as her agape expression met your own grim one. A cynical chuckle escapes, well it was more of an exhale then it was a chuckle, but considering a sardonic smile was twisting the corners of her lips up, you assumed the sound was meant to be a laugh of sorts.

"You're sorry?" Her tone is veiled with untrustworthiness, but under the mistrust is genuine bafflement. As if she is perturbed as to why you were looking at her like some kind of kicked puppy. Guilt oozing from practically every orifice of your slightly hunched form. Wincing at her reply you busy your left hand to pick at your thumbs nail bed, before looking away from her probing look.

"Yes," She blinks at the admission, before she blinks once more.

"Why?" Surely she's not serious, you can only deadpan at the de facto mean girl, brow raised minutely.

"I shouldn't have called you everything I said in the locker– even if it was warranted," Yes you would of course apologize for calling her an obsessed freak and what not, but hell would have to freeze over before you bent over backwards saying she didn't deserve it. Something about your tone, or maybe it was the fact that even though this was an apology you weren't groveling at her feet, has the female narrowing her eyes at you. Her nose flares imperceptibly and she even goes as far to upturn her full face away from you rather snobbishly.

"Yeah– you shouldn't have," In a shrill huff she completely closed off and you only shrugged absentmindedly. You weren't surprised at her cold shoulder. In fact the mere idea of Ivy apologizing to you at all was a laughable one. She owed you nothing and really there was no reason for you to even apologize to her– it was more of your honor being on the line.

"Anna! Anna, that is enough!" In a more or less desperate frenzy you're wrapping your arms around the blonde's midsection. Arms straining as you attempted wrenching her off. The writhing girl in your arms was about as easy to pick up as a feral cat, angry and seething hisses of vulgar curses slipping past her lips. Her ruby eyes were narrowed into thin slits and through her hyper focused haze her clenched fists began raining down on your forearm.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!" Thrashing wildly–animalistically, you blink back tears at the pain emanating from your sure to be bruised-by-nighttime arms. Groaning internally you scuffled backwards still ensuring your hold on the spitting angry blonde is as good as steel. Looking up you lock eyes with stunned hazel ones, the girl before you has one hand cupped numbly to her puffy split lip, a small trickle of blood escaping the cut. You winced in sympathy Anna was a very adamant wing wearer– the crest on one of them must've landed on the girls bottom lip.