𝐎𝐔𝐓! | Wind Breaker x F! Reader

𝟐; 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋

"𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓!"

 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐮, 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐞

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As you followed behind the other members of Class One, you fell in step with the kid whose hair looked like a half-moon cookie and his friends, the pirate enthusiast and a blond guy with freckles and a face so round he looked like a chipmunk.

You were becoming less and less convinced that these people even had an initiation hazing to admit new members.

"Tsk. What now...? We just went inside the classroom...," half-and-half hair commented with a bored drawl.

"Yeah, what that guy said," you agreed immediately, just to stir the pot a little.

"Shut yer traps!" The second-year Pompadour yelled—you could hear Freckles squeak in surprise behind you. "Don't just stand there chatting, get your asses to the field! I'm not gonna get my head put on a pike because you kids can't hustle!"

Alright then. As the rest of you awkwardly shuffled to the field, you watched your upperclassman out of the corner of your eye. He looked down angrily at something on the ground and proceeded to kick it with the outsole of his shoe.

"What asshole's littering cigarettes on our campus?!"

You looked strictly ahead and acted like you knew nothing.

"You brats took forever to get out here!" A tough-looking guy with sharp, shark-like teeth, blond hair that was gelled up to the heavens, and skinny jeans so shiny and tight they'd make One Direction cry was yelling at you guys impatiently. He looked at his phone with an irritated look and with a rapid-paced tap of his foot against the ground. "It's been a whole seven minutes, forty-eight seconds, and twenty-six deciseconds. I know preschoolers who move faster."

Deciseconds? You crossed your arms over your chest, shifting your weight onto one leg as everyone seemed to instinctively line themselves up in neat little rows in front of the upperclassmen. To your side, half-and-half—you overhead his name was Sakura—was talking with the blond guy about something or other before Tight Jeans ran over at the speed of sound, picked up Sakura by his face, and dragged him to the other side of the field in record time.

You, Eyepatch, and Freckles exchanged a quick glance at each other before observing the scene in stunned silence.

A moment after the shock wore off, Eyepatch caught your eye with a performatively sweet tilt of his head and a closed-eye smile so charming it felt like a honey trap.

"Hello there, I don't think I've ever seen you before. I'd be honored to know your name," his voice was smooth and clear, like the gentle chime of a bell. You did not trust this guy at all.

You let the question hang in the air for a moment much too long to be comfortable, just to see if the guy would have a social tactic graceful enough to shrug off the awkwardness.

"Not much of a talker? Oh my, I'm so sorry. I've been told I tend to make girls nervous," he frowned apologetically.

You were an idiot! You got played! You could see the mischievous lilt in his voice and the teasing glimmer in his eye. You felt your eye twitch.

"Yeah..., sure," you suspiciously shifted away from him, keeping him in the corner of your peripherals. "I'm [Name]. You're right, I'm not from here."

"No? Did you perhaps come to this school to take the top spot?" He asked smoothly, there was still something teasing about the way he spoke, but you couldn't tell what the punchline to his joke was.