One-shots [Crush x Reader]

Quite Something♡

Trees loom over your petite figure, making you seem as small as a porcupine. Screeching erupt as birds black as coal erupt from the trees. Casting a wary glance over your shoulder, you observe the expanse of the forest; nothing out of the ordinary is present. It won't hurt to take a brisk look at your map.

Unfurling the creased map, your delicate fingers skim across the light green areas. "I seem to be he-"

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" a deep voice bellows in anger. You swiftly duck behind a tree as the numerous, sprinting feet gradually diminish. Once your heavy breathing has settled, you take a quick peek. I have to get out of here..

Groaning from nearby arouse your curiosity; you cautiously follow the noises. There's a male resting against a tree; from what you can perceive, he looks to be injured.

Stepping out from hiding, your eyes flicker to the now vigilant stranger. He draws a steel sword, only for the weapon to clatter onto the ground. With bared teeth, he hisses in pain and clutches his injured hand.

"I'm not here to hurt you," you hastily say as you tread closer to him, steeling yourself for a hostile reply. He only grunts in response, his wary eyes watching you through his lashes.

Rummaging through your shambolic backpack, you manage to find the first aid kit. Luckily, the wound isn't too critical. As you're cleaning and patching him up, out of the corner of your eye you descry a familiar tattoo on his shoulder.

At the same time, he too is fully aware of your tattoo on the pectoralis major. "Oh? A member of Crimson," he speaks, leering the tattoo as if it's poison. "Didn't think I would run into someone from that clan so soon.." he proceeds, menace laced in his tone.

You don't blame him for being hostile; after all, your clan and his clan are long-term rivals. Casting your eyes downward, you close the first aid kit and sling your backpack over your shoulder. "Your wound will be healed by tomorrow."

"Thanks," he mutters. Grasping your arm with his uninjured hand, he leans in close to you; you feel his warm breath fanning your ear. "I don't think I got your name."

"(Y/N)," you timidly say as you attempt to withdraw from him.

"(Y/N).." he murmurs to himself, his eyes boring into yours. "The next time we meet, don't think I'll let you off easy."

"Likewise," you mutter and send him a threatening look.

He laughs lightly, withdrawing from you. "You're quite something, I must say."

"I say the same for you; you're sustaining this conversation with your rival."

His eyes shine with amusement. Dusting off the dirt on his pants, he sends you a sly grin. "Until we meet again, (Y/N)."

"Hopefully not soon, rival," you pipe up, causing him to halt in his tracks.

"(C/N). (C/N) (C/L/N)," he remarks from over his shoulder. "Oh and here's a little something."

(C/N) hurls an object toward you before vanishing into the forest. Catching it, you scrutinize the engraved metal piece with the word Love etched in.

"Love is a silly thing," you murmur to yourself, tracing each single letter with your forefinger. For some reason, you can't help but want to hold onto this inane object.

"I'm quite something.."