Running With The Wolves (Gregory Violet x Reader)

Chapter VII: Fire

Everything got even worse. You couldn't even draw anymore, you were just writing goddamn Latin poems all the time, thanks to your crush, which was even angrier at you and either ignoring you, or giving you the death glare every time two of you met. As if giving you 20 Y wasn't enough. What a sadistic jerk!

— What are you writing? — Your roommate asked.

— Latin poems, as always.

— You're either very slow, or you've got too much Y. You never told me how much did you get, all you said was a few, however you're writing too much. Why should you get so many Y? What on earth have you done?

— Nothing really, I just sometimes find it hard to sleep at night without taking a little walk outside, maybe having a nice bath, that's why I get Y pretty often. Violet is ruthless. — You sighed. — I've already wrote 317 poems, I just need to write 1683 more. Piece of cake.

— Are you serious?! You've got 20 Y?! That's a record!

— I'm that talented, — You groaned and put your head on the book before falling into a deep sleep.

— Wake up, Y/N! — Your roommate's panicked voice woke you up.

— Ugh... lemme sleep... leave me alone, I'm tired.

— Stand up, White! House is burning you idiot! We need to leave!

— Ugh, f**k you, Phantomhive. Why now?! Why?! I'm sleepy!

— What? I said wake up!

— Nevermind, I was having a nightmare. — You've stood up, grabbed your sketchpad and writings and followed your roommate. It was more safe than walking alone, since you knew that he and the others were supposed to get out safely. — Can't you walk slower?

— Are you kidding me?! House is burning, here's no time for saving every object!

— As if I'm gonna write 317 poems again, — You groaned and looked around to make sure that everyone was safe. *cough* especially certain little grump *cough*

Soon the fire has been extinguished and everyone got back inside. You weren't sleepy anymore so you just checked whether your stuff was damaged by fire or not, before sitting down to keep writing.

It was kind of hard to decide where to sit, if you'd stay at your room, there was a risk that you'd fall asleep, however if you'd choose to sit with noisy students, your ears and brain would be screwed.

You've sighed and joined crowd. At least here you could receive dirty looks from Violet before sleeping time.

— White...

— If you'll keep being sneaky, I'll get heart attack and will be unable to continue suffering, — You've groaned when Violet suddenly approached you, — What did I do this time? It's not very late yet. If you think that I've set house on fire, because you don't trust me anymore, you can ask my roommate, he will tell you that I fell asleep exhausted from wri...

— That's not it... It's just that every time I see you, you're writing. You can rest sometimes and then continue.

— I appreciate your sarcasm... Seriously, if you wanted me to rest, you wouldn't give me so many Y. Are you kidding me?! Did you let me stay just to mock and harass me? Your hateful glares are giving me a hint that you want me dead. — You whispered.

— I'm not mocking or harassing you. I just want to punish you, not to endanger your health... Be honest, do you expect me to praise you after what you did? — He sat down next to you, so nobody could hear two of you.

— Do you really have to display your hate so much?

— Didn't you say that I'm not good at lying? I can't hide the fact that I'm angry, not that I want to. It's normal to be angry.

— Look I know that what I'm doing is bad, but I'm already receiving punishment for that, right? Can't you relax?

— Why does it concern you? My anger will not cause you any harm. Why are you whining? Don't I have the right to be angry? Especially after you gave me good reason.

— You'll never understand... Not that you care...

— Your hand is shaking. I told you to get some rest! — He said, grabbing your wrist.

— Why? Doesn't it make you happy to see me suffer? — You've tried to stop blushing, you didn't want him (and especially other students) to discover another secret, — I want to write fast and end this hell soon.

— Can you feel my touch?

— Not really... — You said, hoping that he'd continue checking your hand.

— Not here either? — He pressed his delicate fingers against your arm, sending shivers down your spine.

— No, — You've closed your eyes to not to show how you were enjoying his touch and to focus on the feeling.

— Not even now? — He asked, grabbing your hand more roughly.

— A little.

— You definitely need rest. — He let go of your hand. — Especially after the fire. This is too much for you.

— Hey, don't underestimate me just because I am... — You've used opportunity that you couldn't speak freely and whispered in his ear, poking it with your lips, you were desperate for more touch at this point, — just because I am not guy. It doesn't make me any more fragile than you.

— I'm not underestimating you because of that... You were the last one who left the house, you probably inhaled more smoke than others, besides you're writing too much. — He stood up, — Cheslock!

— Yeah? — Cheslock replied.

— Tell students to go to bed, it's getting late, — Violet ordered before standing up, — Good night, White.