Angelus → Gray Fullbuster

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He clinched his fist tightly, looking at the (h/c)-girl with shock, hurt and confusion.

She told him negative things too bluntly for his liking, although it was partially his fault.

Idiot Gray.

He groaned with frustration as he mentally punched himself.
If he didn't said that sentence they wouldn't be in this conflict right now.

"I. . ." He was about to speak when he stop midway, anxiety dominating his mind.

Ugh, He badly wants to speak openly about what he felt about her but he can't.

He can't because he's too afraid to know the obvious.

Man up Gray.

I can't, it's risky.

The demons on his head were having an internal battle, fighting over the things that he should do and what not and it made him cringe.

He wants to clutch all of his hair and rip it off all the way. Yep, he's that frustrated. But his moment was cut off when he heard (Y/n) sighed heavily, as quick as a lightning he averted his gaze towards her and was met by a frowning (Y/n) ready to kill him on the spot.

"Say Gray," She scowled rolling her eyes three hundred sixty degrees if that's even possible of course, and crossed her arms with an apathetic expression.

What should I tell him?
That's the result for calling him out when you have nothing to say. Good job (Y/n).

Gray gave her a look that she couldn't even describe and all the things she wanted to say, vanished.

Why does he have the power to make my mind go blank just by staring at me?

"Never mind." She hissed and continued invectively, "I just wanna state the fact that you're a jerk."

It made him chuckle. How Pathetic he was.

It made him feel guilty about himself and to the girl.
"(Y/n). . ." He trailed off and stared at the ceiling with his bangs covering his forehead.
"Maybe I'll tell you how I really feel in the right time."

Pain. That's the word that (Y/n) feels right now.

This is just too cliche for her, the boy tell the girl that he'll tell her in the right time and that time won't really happen.

"Why am I even angry at this stuff?" She grumbled to herself. Because you have a crush on him that's why. The back of her mind whispered.

"I have tons of problems to tend, like poverty or something." She thought and mentally groaned.

"So you don't like me?" She asked in a brazen tone. He was surprised of her sudden pop of confidence.

"I don't practically—" he was cut off when she throw a certain object that he didn't know she was clutching all along and dodge it swiftly.

"Cause if you dont. I don't like you either." She spun her heels around and went to her room with a slam causing Gray's eyes to darken and guilt clouded out his mind.

He needs to fix this up, right away.