VAYNE ONESHOTS

ticking

for context, they're in y&g. ms mariyodans math room with me and aima

question the logic of this 1shot and I will block you

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Narrator POV

the afternoon light hit wayne's face as he walked into the math room. casting a warm glow on his jet black hair. he made his way to where vince sat, at the back of the room, in the corner. The air was thick with unspoken words, a tension that lingered since their kiss the night before.

vince, his heart racing, stole glances at wayne. He was staring at his phone, his fingers tapping nervously on the shoot button, avoiding vince's gaze. vince knew that wayne was staying as far away from him as possible. but now was not the time. he just had to clear this up, and he was not letting it go. not after he was this close to getting what he had prayed for for so long. 

"Hey," vince finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. He wanted to talk about what happened, to unravel the emotions tangled between them, but he felt a knot tightening in his stomach. he could sense the barrier wayne had put up, the one he always used when he couldn't or didn't want to talk about his feelings. but vince tried his luck. "Can we... can we talk about last night?"

"I—uh, I don't think so.." wayne stammered, avoiding vince's gaze. it was evident wayne was indeed the opposite of focused on the game, no matter how hard he pretended. The rejection stung, but vince was determined.

"Why not? It's just a kiss," vince pushed, though his heart wasn't sure how to feel about the simple words.

wayne sighed, his eyes still fixed on his phone. "It's complicated, vince. I just don't want to mess things up."

Frustrated and desperate to break through the wall wayne had built around himself,  decided to try a different approach. Maybe if he could bring out a sense of urgency in wayne, make him just  a little jealous, it would stir up some feelings and finally force him to talk. and maybe, just maybe, a few fun things afterwards. 

vince sighed for effect, noticing how wayne glanced up for a millisecond to examine his body language. he unzipped his backpack and pulled out his phone, opening messages. he paused for a second, wondering how effectual this was, or if it was even worth it. but then he remembered his goal. opening shammah's contact, he texted her. 'do you want to play brawl?' he got a response almost immediately. 'sure' even though he disliked shammah a lot, it was all for a better purpose. 

(sorry to shammah in advance. dont come at me, ik she hates both wayne and vince)

vince grinned and opened brawl, welcoming shammah warmly as she sat next to him so they could play properly. he looked over his shoulder at wayne, looking for any sign of warmth, or longing to join them, but instead of the reaction he hoped for, he noticed wayne's expression darken, anger flickering in his eyes. vince felt a mix of anxiety and guilt, unsure of whether his plan was working. or safe. 

When practice started, vince felt wayne getting up quickly, as if he would rather be any place but near him. "I should switch seats." wayne muttered, his voice leaking hurt and anger.

"wayne, wait!" vince said, but wayne didn't look back. Instead, he quickly made his way to the other corner of the room, leaving vince feeling guilty yet confused about how to approach the situation. wayne could get really unreasonable, and potentially dangerous when he was as upset as he is right now. 

as the practice dragged on, vince's plan seemed to backfire. when they had to peer review their bills, he could barely focus on his partner's, he was too conflicted with wayne. he could only respond to niara with quick, dry responses. after a while, she gave up on trying to reason with him.