My crush and I aren't exactly in good terms. Well... I don't even know anymore. Tbh I'm done. That's besides the point though, I don't even know why I added this here.
Anyways here's a happy crush x reader
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Sweatshirt
Endless chattering of the classroom fill up the room. Y/n sits at her desk tapping the end of her blue pencil against her math worksheet as she glances at her paper to her crush from time to time. Crush is probably not the right word to describe the two. They were basically a couple now. A couple of a good two weeks.
C/n was turned around in his chair playing a violent game of rock, paper, scissors with his friend as his girlfriend continues her cycle of glancing.
The teacher stands up from his seat and places himself in front of the room covering the white board. He looks around and waits for everyone to become silent. Y/n straightens her back and pays attention to the teacher which got her an approving smile from him.
Once two minutes have passed, the class shuts up and everyone is looking up at him.
"Your homework today is to finish page 345 and 568 in your math textbook. If those are completed, you may feel free to use your phone as long as you don't go on any inappropriate sites and use your camera to take a photo of someone or video tape them. Got it?"
The trouble makers snicker and grab their phones out of their pockets while the behaved children nod silently. Only some reply with a "yes".
C/n gets tapped on the shoulder by his previous friend, but he waves them off. "Fuck off," C/n jokingly tells him. "I need to get this done."
Y/n stares at C/n and bites down on her bottom lip, deciding whether or not to approach him during his work time. Finally, she grows a pair of balls and walks up to his table.
C/n notes her right away and smiles. His cheeks are tinted with pink signalling he's shy, but he's brave enough to look at her straight in the eye. "Hi," he awkwardly greets with a quiet voice.
Y/n screeches in excitement inside. Blood rushes up to her entire face and soon travels to her ears. "Hey, do you mind if we work together?"
C/n gets nudged on the side of his arm by a girl classmate sitting beside him and he chuckles. Unfortunately, because he was so nervous, he choked on his saliva and started to cough uncontrollably. Y/n grew worried and patted his back. "Are you okay?" she asked.
C/n finally retrieves himself and nods. "Yes, thanks." His eyes were teary and he laughs. "I almost died. Actually, I died."
That's cool...? Y/n wanted to reply. Instead she took the seat across from him. The girl sitting beside C/n quickly transfers to another table leaving only the couple at the table.
The two started to work quietly, although together was an understatement. It was mainly just Y/n giving C/n the answers. As they worked on the third to the last question, the air conditioner began to kick in. Y/n wore a thin orange T-shirt which made her uncomfortable in the chilly room. She couldn't focus on her work and soon her arms had goosebumps and her lips turned purple due to the temperature.
C/n read the word problem out loud to her, but he couldn't help but notice her condition. He looked down at his arm and remembered he was wearing a thick black sweatshirt with a white long sleeve underneath. Without hesitating, he removed the thick piece of article from his body and handed it to Y/n. Y/n looks at him with wide eyes. She turned red again. "I don't need it..." she said.
C/n shook his head. "It's too hot for me. Wear it."
"But---"
"Wear it."
Y/n was reluctant. The cold started to attack her bare arms even more and she gave in with a sigh. "Fine, I'll wear it."
C/n secretly smiled as Y/n threw it over her head and wore it. Because his sweatshirt was so big, Y/n looked small and adorable in it. You look nice wearing my sweatshirt he wanted to say. Instead he said, "you look nice wearing black sweatshirts."
Y/n raised a brow. "Um..."
"Sorry, I just like the color black." On you he wanted to add.
A trouble maker from the back of the classroom shoots up from his chair and points at C/n. "RACIST!" he shouted.
They ignored the comment.
Y/n soon grew comfortable in the sweatshirt and and also C/n. She felt important and she knew he was trustworthy and boyfriend material. She bashfully smiled at C/n behind her sweater paws and C/n returned it.
That night, Y/n went to bed happy and in his warm sweatshirt.
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Dedicated to EatTheGrape because I know you like these kinds of stories.
