kowareyasui | lookism reader-insert

⇢ the injured

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Four people were surrounding a girl, the group seemed to be performing a ritual to summon Satan with their bowed heads and quiet muttering. After a few minutes of doing so, they slowly reached towards the girl's body . . . and shook her awake.

After being woken up by two beautiful girls and two rather handsome looking guys, you thought you were in heaven.

Until they mentioned that class was starting soon.

"Oh. Okay." You looked solemnly down at your desk, a glum aura around you. Your everywhere still hurts and you can practically feel your soul slowly leave its body because of the obvious neglect it has been going through over the past few hours.

The black haired girl you were resting on stretched out her arms and legs, noticing how you were subconsciously rubbing your bruised neck before wincing in pain for touching it too hard. She cleared her throat quietly, "Uh, [f/n] was it?"

Your eyes snapped towards her, a smile forcibly growing on your lips. "Hey, you're . . . Zoe, right? Sorry about bumping into you and sleeping on your lap." You let out a sheepish laugh, cheeks dusted pink from embarrassment.

"No, no, it's fine! Though, my legs did fell asleep while you slept . . ."

"Oh gee, I'm sorry. Can I treat you to anything to make it up to you?"

Please say no, please say no.

"If you insist, I guess we can go somewhere after school."

"Sure, not a problem!" You smiled, teeth clenching from irritation. Not wanting to show your sour mood, you grabbed your bag to rummage through it to find anything.

And by anything, you mean something that you can relax from.

Noticing a new text message, you pulled out your phone and read the text message sent by your brother.

"did you bring alexa with you?"

You frowned, ignoring the text and deciding to clean up the mess you made before you fell asleep.

The only people in the room were Zoe, Daniel, Jay, Crystal, and yourself. However, it was still surprising to see the handsome raven-haired boy approach you.

"Hey Daniel, did you need something?" You looked up from your notebook when you saw the tall boy standing near your desk.

"Do you, by any chance, have any painkillers? This . . . person injured my shoulder." He let out a timid laugh.

You stood up abruptly making Zoe flinch. "Was it Logan Paul?"

"Logan what?"

"I—gah—I mean, Logan Lee." You dug through your bag, once more, to find the bottle of pills.

"Y-Yeah," Daniel peered over your shoulder to see you taking out a small white bottle from your bag before turning towards him and handing it over.

"Here," you swept the mess you made inside of your bag before stretching your arms. "Take two right now and if you'd like to, you can take a few for later." You made your way towards the door, cracking your knuckles. You may not know how to punch, but you were determined to give a certain person a black eye.

"Uh, [f/n]?" Daniel called out. "Where're you going?"

"To, er, have a talk with Logan."

"What?!"

You slammed open the door, and at the hallway stood a confused Zack and a surprised Mira.

"Oh, hey [f/n]!" The brunette exclaimed, not even skipping a beat.

"Jesus Christ," Zack held a hand to his heart, in which the former scolded him for using His name in such a way. "[f/n], right? Thanks for trying to help Mira. You were cool out there."

"That reminds me," Mira stuck out a finger towards you, shaking her head. "You shouldn't have gone out there and continue fighting Logan, [f/n]! Aren't you hurt from him?"

You glance at Jay for a second, noticing how he was facing Daniel and communicating through sign language to him. "Maaaaaaybe?" You saw Mira close the door before leading you back to the desks. "Speaking of hurt . . . that's what I'm going to make Logan become." You pried yourself from the girl's grip, making a beeline towards the exit.

"Nope," you heard after being held by the arms.

"Why not? Daniel's hurt from the bastard."

"Class is starting soon. Did you even eat yet?"

"No?"

From a few feet away, you heard Zack sigh. Then, he took out a plastic bag and threw it to Mira, who caught it with ease. "Eat 'em. You owe me a bag of the same ones tomorrow." The violent boy called out.

You tried to pry yourself away from Mira, but she held an iron grip on you, forcing you to back to your desk. She, then, pulled up a chair to your desk and started to feed you the crisps; you recognized them as honey butter crisps, a common snack you loved as a kid.

Though you seemed to be irritated with the situation you were put in, you complied with the brunette's actions by opening your mouth and eating the sweet and salty chips whenever she held one near your lips.

"You know I can feed myself, right?" You spoke up after Mira decided to eat one of the chips for herself. She gave you a stubborn look and shook her head before forcing a handful of chips in your face. "Gah!"

As the both of you argued with each other, Zack stared in amusement at the scene and wondered how on Earth a person like you intimidated him.

After all, he was scared that he'd lose Mira to you after you had knocked over that food tray for her.

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REEEE

GUESS WHO RETURNED

not me. i was here the whole--wait what the frick. who the heck gave me 1k reads.

show yourselves. or else i'll reveal you myself.

(thank you so much, though. this really means a lot, considering this is my first lookism fanfic. i'll try my best to update more, since i went through a long hiatus unannounced.)

don't be a silent reader ~

published - 07.23.18
edited - 12.25.18