Don't Forget Me-Bloody Painter x Reader

Chapter Three:

A few weeks had passed, and he had started to surprisingly not get revolted by your presence anymore.

He didn't like that very much, though. He didn't like conversating with you. Not one bit--

So why couldn't he just tell you to fuck off?

He mentally shrugged at himself.

"That's good, Helen."

He glanced over at you, as you leaned against his locker.

You had been watching him do a quick sketch of something he'd finish with paint's later on.

"Thank you." He responded, and you smiled at him.

He couldn't help but notice that you stood on your tiptoe's, attempting to see more of what he was doing.

He attempted to ignore you and simply forget you were there, but, he failed.

He had been hanging out with you a lot, lately, and you would alway's try and strike up conversation, and if you hadn't felt accomplished with it, you'd spam-text him until you felt okay with the amount of interaction you shared.

Now, it wasn't surprising to hear footsteps. You were in the hallway.

Yet it was alarming to hear them stomp toward's you.

Before Helen could even react, his sketchbook was pried from his hands.

He shot a look to the student who hovered above him, giving a look of disgust to the drawing he had previously jotted down.

It was Ban.

He smirked, flipping through the pages.

Helen tried to take the book back, but Ban refused to let it go.

He gave a head shake, before beginning to rip out the page's.

Ban referred to this as teaching him a 'lesson'.

Helen paused, breathing hitching. His hand's balled up and before he knew it, his fist had flown at the smart-ass.