Y/N P.O.V
You woke up, startled when feeling two arms wrapped around your waist. Then, you remembered last night. Knowing that Bart wasn't alright, broke your heart, it was as if you were unable to not care for this boy.
The thought of him, it always drove you crazy, even though you had just met him. But deep down, what bothered you is that you didn't know how he felt. All you wanted to know is if he felt the same way.
You had already lost so much in life, you didn't want to risk having your heart broken. These thoughts lingered in your head, that you hadn't even noticed that two green eyes were staring up at you. Then, when you realized Bart was awake, you found yourself at a loss for words. However, he seemed to notice this.
"Good morning, Y/N." The boy exclaimed, unwrapped his arms from around you.
You blushed when he did so, and hoped he didn't notice.
You replied, finally managing to find the words that had previously been caught in your throat. "Morning."
"So..." He stated awkwardly. "I guess, I owe you my thanks."
"It was nothing, Bart," You said, dismissing what had happened. "When one of my...friends needs me, I'll be there."
You paused before saying friends, as if thinking of a different word to describe him.
"But really, thanks." He smiled, giving you a quick hug.
When you separated, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. This made you blush, madly.
"Well, I better get going." You decided, filling the silence.
"Goodbye, Y/N."
"See you at training." You stated before leaving.
As you walked back to your room, thoughts of him didn't escape your mind. How could you not think about him, after what happened last night? But even with these thoughts in your head, you were able to think about training. A whole training awaited you, and your mind chose to drift towards thoughts of the scarlet haired speedster.
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