One Particular Moment [BoBoiboy]

[ 001. dangerous • boboiboy ]

• for Bella

[ 001. dangerous • boboiboy ] 

To you, the feeling of danger is divine. It brings a sense of overwhelming joyful excitement—the kind that you crave for hungrily like a powerful addiction. You were somewhat a bit bonkers in the head, but without problems, life is pretty gray, so you tend to chase after them solely for the purpose of entertainment.

Like right now.

"We'll beat you up to a pulp, you little skunk! Come back here, you little—!" Came the stentorious roar of three brawny ruffians, their faces boiling red with anger. Perhaps you shouldn't have shove those squirrels inside their lockers and vandalized profanities with spray paints on their motorbikes, but these hooligans needed to be taught a lesson regarding bullying, one way or another.

Peering at them over your shoulder, you stuck your tongue out, flashing them a mocking stink eye, before swiftly rounding down the corner through the school corridors. At the end of the hallway, your eyes gleamed dangerously when you saw him.

"BoBoiboy!" you shouted out his name, seizing his wrist in a tight hold once you got close enough to reach for it, ultimately surprising him. "Come'on, let's run away somewhere happily together!"

"Gah! Hey [N-Name]! You can't just go around causing trouble and then getting me involved!" he protested, trying to keep up with your swift pace, though he did more tumbles than actual running. "One day, we're seriously going to get injured."

"You're overthinking things, BoBoiboy," you laughed, linking your arms together firmly as you locked gazes. ". . . And I feel too deeply. If you're planning to catch feelings for me, we're going to have to start doing everything together and forget the risk. Am I making myself clear?"

You were a mess of gorgeous chaos, and he could see it in your eyes. He then realized that from the beginning, you were not in danger.

You were danger itself.