~Male crush x male reader~

Yell at Me (fluff + angst)

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A/N 1: this story contains multiple arguments. If this might trigger you, do not read this story.

Y/N POV:

"You're seriously focusing more on my reading ability than your work, C/N? No wonder your grades are shit."

"Yeah? At least I don't take five hours to pronounce the word 'stratosphere', Y/N."

"It's a hard word to say, okay? Besides, you're one to talk. Last week you had trouble saying 'astronomer'."

"So what?"

"It's literally one of the most basic words we use in this entire course."

"Whatever."

"Both of you, be quiet!"

The professor's outburst interrupts C/N and I's argument over pronunciation of scientific terms, our eyes promptly moving from each other to the professor. She puts down her supplies and storms over to us, grabbing one of each of our wrists and pulling us to the classroom door.

"Ma'am?"

"You two will go break down the boxes next to the dumpster toward the back of the building."

C/N and I look at her in disbelief, any potential comments from either one of us being quelled in an instant when we see her glare.

"Understood?"

"Understood..."

We both begrudgingly mumble out responses to the professor, receiving a small, satisfied nod from her.

"Good. Now, both of you, out. You know where to go."

We don't say anything else before leaving the classroom, not looking at each other. I decide to walk ahead of C/N, figuring that he's not paying attention enough to notice whether I'm walking next to him or not.

"Hey, brat!"

I stand corrected. I'll never tell him that, though.

I start to hear C/N's footsteps coming up behind me, making me realize that he took it as a challenge. I scowl annoyedly and start walking faster, trying to put more space between the two of us. Before long, though, he catches up and puts a firm hand on my shoulder to slow me down.

"Trying to leave me behind, Y/N?"

"Why not? It's not like you'll be doing any of the work anyway."

"Oh, fuck off."

C/N releases my shoulder, not saying another word to me. I notice this almost immediately, giving me an idea.

Hm. Two can play that game.

Unlike what I usually do, I don't say anything to him, either, focusing on the task at hand instead of defending myself. I pull the back door (hey! You wanna come in?) open for both of us, letting it close behind him as I beeline for the pile of empty cardboard boxes next to the dumpster. I pick one of them up and flip it upside down, unfolding the flaps. I press the side against my chest, pulling the opposite side against it to make the box flat.

"What, not gonna say anything, Y/N? Did I finally render you speechless?"

I suppress the urge to make a remark or roll my eyes, pressing my lips together to stay quiet. I reach out for another box when I feel a hand grasping my forearm and tugging on it harshly, forcing me to release the box in my arms. I look over at C/N with an annoyed expression. Despite what my reflexes are telling me to do, I stop myself from reacting further, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.