Y/n was a clumsy creature who popped up out of nowhere inbetween the fight of two dangerous vampire groups. Sakamaki and Mukami brothers were sure from the beginning of their meeting with y/n that she was nothing but a troublesome creature.
Normal...
Subaru turned, a grin plastered on his face. "Why not? You're the one who wanted to see how a food fight looks like. I just provided the commentary."
Ah, sweet memories. Who the hell told me to toss food on him ...*Mentally crying* what my luck .
Mrs. Henderson looked like she was about to burst a blood vessel. "L/n! Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Y/n Pov~
Just Because!
"Ooouch!" I cried out as I banged my head loudly on the wooden desk in an empty small classroom designated for 'Indisciplined Punks'—I quote the words of my Principal.
The room contained around fifteen desks and benches, but I was all alone, trapped with my thoughts—and boy, were my thoughts filled with dread.
Who knew that on my very first day of highschool, I’d end up in detention for what can only be described as an act of sheer misfortune? All because of that stupid owl.
That stupid owl! That bloody scoundrel still hadn’t shown himself, and I had a horrifying two hours of silence to face.
Honestly, detentions should come with snacks and a decent distraction, but no, all I had were bad memories and my own annoying reflections.
*Whoosh!*
The sliding door creaked open, and I didn’t even bother to look up. I assumed it was that trouble-making owl aka vampire named Subaru.
Something weirdly comforting about him being here helped soothe my embarrassment—at least I wasn’t the only one in this detention hell.
I could hear the chair next to mine scrape against the floor as someone plopped down next to me. Great! Just great! Couldn’t he sit somewhere else? I wanted a peaceful, reflective time!
*Whoosh!*
Then the door opened again, and a second chair in my left now slid across the wooden floor into my earshot.
Really? Two? What kind of bad luck monster was I cursed with today? As an introvert, I was not thrilled about having company on either side. My anxious little heart was now in full panic mode!
10 minutes later…
I reluctantly raised my head to glance at the clock above the whiteboard. “Ten minutes have passed?!” I groaned.
Why was time moving slower than a snail carrying a brick? When I was binge-watching cartoons, time flew like a rocket. Now, when I desperately needed it to zoom by, it was dragging its feet like a snail in molasses.
I glanced to my right and came face-to-face with a pair of striking blue eyes staring directly at me, fierce as a tiger on a mission.
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It was him—the rude blue-haired rascal I’d had the misfortune of bumping into earlier.
Why on earth was he in detention? Did he get caught staring at everyone or something?
My mind raced with unrecognizable thoughts. At least he was serving detention. A tiny shred of happiness washed over me.
But could he stop staring? For the love of muffins, he was making me nervous! I felt like a deer caught in headlights. If he wasn't going to break his gaze, I surely will.
I turned my head to my left to see Subaru__ completely asleep. He looked innocent, all snuggled up, but I couldn’t help but think how he might just be a cute-looking little devil in disguise.
*Clink!*
An idea popped into my mind with the subtlety of a brick to the face—my smirk stretched wide across my face, plotting my next move.
I frantically rummaged through my bag, my heart racing with mischief, and pulled out a blue marker. Things were about to get interesting!
Poor Subaru… I feigned a pitiful expression as I leaned closer, ready to unleash my artistic fury upon his unsuspecting face.
Just as I was about to draw a magnificent mustache and some whiskers, my wrist was seized tightly. “Eh?” I exclaimed in surprise, catapulted forward by none other than Subaru himself.
He raised his head slowly, his tousled hair falling dramatically over his forehead, enhancing the whole brooding vibe he had going on.
Just then, I realized how ridiculously cute he was. Bad manners, Y/N! I mentally slapped myself, trying to shake off my sudden fluster.
Subaru held my gaze with lazy yet piercing eyes, a mix of amusement and mock severity. “Little bride! Don’t you know it’s rude to draw on someone’s face, hm?” he chided, and a shiver raced down my spine.
What was this magic spell he cast with his words? I was completely dumbfounded, stuck between defiance and the undeniable charm of the moment.
“I-I!” I stammered, my mind a flurry of thoughts. Why was I stuttering like a malfunctioning robot? All my witty comebacks evaporated into thin air.
“I wasn’t gonna draw on your face! I was just... um, checking to see if the marker still works!” I blurted out, waving the blue marker like a magic wand, desperately hoping for my embarrassment to disappear. Wow what a beautiful lie I have cooked up just wow *Face palm *.
“Oh really? Yuta, is she telling the truth?” Subaru asked, leaning forward to the boy sitting beside me. His presence was um how should I put it maybe dangerous, I felt a tidal wave of tension roll through me; I didn’t want to be caught in his web of charm.
But Oh, so his name is Yuta. Hm, nice.
“Bitch Chan is lying!” a deep, husky voice rumbled at the side of my ears, sending goosebumps racing down my arms. It was Yuta, his eyes sparkling with disdain.
I quickly regained my composure, refusing to let the unexpected thrill of their teasing rattle me. “Oh, so! Little bride thought herself so high to even lie to me!” Subaru said mischievously, but I could see his eyes hardening, a playful challenge beneath his teasing tone.
“So, what should be her punishment, buddy?” he asked Yuta, a mischievous glint in his eye.
The word “punishment” sparked a lively tickle in my stomach, an unexpected flutter that I had never experienced before.
It was a mix of fear and excitement, a combination that sent my heart racing.
Maybe the mate bond was still working, even if I had fiercely rejected both of them .
