MEANT TO BE | GRUVIA

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"I'm back," Juvia said, entering the small room. Gray was laying on the couch, watching TV.

"Come watch this movie with me," he said. She awkwardly scratched the back of her head.

"I'm going to go brush my teeth first," she said. She managed to walk a few steps before he blocked her path.

"Why do you need to?" he asked. He let her leave without question, so he didn't know what she was doing. He had an idea, though.

"I was kissing Lyon?" she guessed. He didn't change his serious look. She sighed. "I ate some corn."

"Those are some cute stories, but what were you doing?" She didn't respond. He grabbed her chin. She jerked away and took a step back. He took one forward. She took another back. They repeated this until she hit the bed. He pinned her down on it, opening her mouth.

"Let me go," she said. When she spoke, he smelt her breathe. He got up, and they raced to her jacket. Gray won. He reached into the pockets and pulled out cigarettes and a lighter.

"Where did these come from?" he asked. He made sure she didn't bring any with her, so someone bought them for her, or she a stole them.

"A friend," she said. She wouldn't tell him it was Lyon. He figured it out, though.

He practically ripped the door open. He ran to the lobby, Juvia following. By the time she reached him, he was already running back up the stairs.

He found the room he was looking for. He started pounding on the door. Juvia tried holding his arm back, but he wouldn't budge. The second the door opened, Gray grabbed Lyon by the collar.

"How are you?" Lyon asked with a smirk. Gray tightened his grip. Lyon looked to Juvia.

"I will shred you into pieces if you buy her this shit again," Gray hissed. He pushed Lyon back and threw the items at him. He stormed back to his room.

"I swear I didn't tell him!" Juvia blurted out.

"It's okay," Lyon laughed. "I know he is just looking out for you. Oh, and you might want to cool him down before his next match. I don't want to see limbs flying."

X

"Gray, you need to calm down," Juvia said. She was sure he would break the floor if he bounced his leg any harder.

"How many times have I told you not to smoke?" he asked angrily.

"A lot," she giggled. He glared at her. He didn't want her laughing about something like that. "You need to stop tapping your foot."

"It's keeping me from going back to Lyon's to rip his face off," he snapped. She sighed and stood off the couch. She moved into his lap, facing him. "What are you doing?"

"You can't tap your leg when I'm sitting on it," she said proudly. The floor was now safe, thanks to her. "Now smile." She pushed the corners of his mouth up.

"I'll smile if you promise not to smoke again," he said, grabbing her wrists.

"Juvia, do you see those kids over there?"

"Uh, yeah, why?"

"They're smoking."

"What's that matter? I guess it's illegal because they are under eighteen, but no one really cares."

"I had an uncle that died of lung cancer. It was before I was born, though. The sad thing was, because he always smoke around his wife, she got cancer too. You see, you aren't just killing yourself, but also the people around you."