Day By Day: Scott Hoying x Reader Oneshots

Study Night

(Y/M) = Your major

(Y/F/N) = Your full name

You burst into the library on your college campus. You had a huge test tomorrow, and you might have waited till the last minute to study. 

And you could not, I repeat, could not fail this test.

You rushed around like a madman, trying to find the books you needed. Of course, it had to be the day your laptop was being fixed. And you were not about to use the campus computers. You didn't quite trust them.

But, seeming as you've been in the library only one time, finding study material proved kind of difficult. 

For starters, the campus library was huge. At least to you it was. Then again, you've only been in there once. And that was to give your friend coffee that you grabbed for them.

Secondly, it seemed like no matter what book you picked, it just wasn't the right one. Some had not enough info, some had too much info. Some were too in depth,  and others barely scratched the surface.

Soon, you were just sitting on the ground with various books scattered around you. After 20 minutes, you had pretty much given up. Might as well just take that L...in more ways than one.

Like the mature college student you were, you sat slumped on the ground,  wallowing in self-pity and slight tiredness. 

"Um, excuse me."

Great. A witness to your pathetic state. Just what you needed. 

You looked up to the sound of the voice. A tall blond stood in the aisle with you, about a few feet away. It appeared as if he was trying not to laugh. Even better.

He cleared his throat and spoke again, "Do you, uh, need some help there?"

You were about to say something sarcastic, but you stopped yourself. The guy seemed nice enough, and was honestly willing to help you. Plus, you had a test to pass the next day. Embarrassed or not, you had to find something to study from.

You let out a long breath and looked up at him earnestly. "Some help would be nice, yes."

He gave you a small smile and almost looked.....relieved? You gathered the books on the floor and proceeded to put the back on the shelves where they came from.

"Here, I'll take some of those." The blond kid took some of the books from the stack and started to help you replace the books. He glanced at the title of one of them.

"(Y/M), huh? Funny enough, my friend was studying the same thing." He put the book back on the shelf.

You nodded, putting the last book in its rightful place. But then, you froze and then turned to face the tall kid, a look of confusion etched on your face. It was what he said that caught your attention.

"Was studying?"

He immediately averted his gaze, his face taking on a solemn expression. "Yeah, was studying." You swore you heard a bit of sadness in his voice. But then his tone changed. "But anyway, we were able to find the perfect book to study from. I'm assuming you're trying to study for a test, correct?" He was scanning through book titles.

You nodded, "Yeah." You wanted to ask him about his friend, but you decided not to push it. It seemed like a touchy subject. 

"It should be around here somewhere," Blondie mumbled. Then, "Aha!" He pulled out a book of decent thickness. He handed it to you. "This should help a lot." You flipped through it briefly. It seemed like it had exactly what you were looking for. A wave of relief washed over you. You gave him a small smile. "Thanks."

He returned your smile, "No problem."

You flashed him one last quick smile before you headed to one of the tables in the library. As you sat down, it occurred to you that you never got Tall Guy's name. Oh well, that wasn't important at the moment. You had a task at hand. You flipped open your newly acquired book and started reading. 

As you got into it, you realized Blondie was right: this book was exactly what you needed for your test.  You silently thanked him, then cracked open your notebook and began your LONG study session.

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You felt something touch your shoulder, which jolted you awake. Lifting your head from the table, your eyes met the tall kid who helped you earlier. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Yep, that was definitely him. 

And you know what? 

He was trying not to laugh. Once again. Awesome.

"What's so funny?" you asked, not holding back your annoyance, this time.

He cleared his throatawkwardly, once again. "You, uh, got something...."

"What?" you demanded.

"You, um.." He reached into your hair and pulled out your pencil, which had been tangled in your locks. Then, he hesitantly reached for your face. When you didn't move away (you were too tired to), he lightly brushed off a small sticky note that was stuck to your cheek. 

"You kind of looked like a walking office cubicle," he said with a half smile.

"Ha ha," you answered dryly.

Blondie chuckled softly. "Well, anyway, the library is about to close, and I saw you were asleep, so I decided to wake you up."

You looked at him in confusion. "What are you talking about? The library is open for another..." You checked the time. Then your face dropped. 

"...five minutes."

You quickly got up, gathered your stuff in a somewhat disorderly fashion, then shoved it all in your bag. 

Blondie grabbed the book that was still on the table. "I'll put this back." 

"No, wait," you called after him. "I might still need it for last minute studying tomorrow morning."

He shrugged, then left the book on the table. "Alright, then go check it out."

Now, it was your turn to clear your throat awkwardly. "And, um, how exactly do you do that?"

He stared at you incredulously. "You've never checked out a book before?"

You fidgeted with your bag strap. "Well, to put it this way, I haven't been in a library since I was twelve."

He stared at you. Then he took the book back. "...I guess I'll check it out, then." He disappeared, leaving you feeling a bit awkward, and somewhat inadequate.

You pushed in your chair in at the table, and headed towards the front entrance of the library, trying to shake off the feeling.

Minutes later, Blondie returned with your book. "Hey, um, do you need a ride?" he asked after handing it to you.

You eyed him. "Uh, no thanks. I can just walk."

"It's kind of dark. I can walk with you. It's safer for both of us."

You looked puzzled. "But you asked me if I needed a ride. What's going to happen to your car?"

He shrugged. "I practically live at the library. It's okay."

Huh, that's kind of nice of him. "Well, how do I know I can trust you? I don't even know your name."

"Well that's easy. I'm Scott.  Scott Hoying." He offered his hand.

You shook it. "(Y/N).(Y/F/N). Nice to meet you Scott."

"Likewise."