[ Black Butler One Shots ]

Claude x Reader || Stomach Aches || Modern AU

This is inspired by me having a stomach ache, weirdly enough, lol.
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Info:
-sophomore year
-you guys are 16 years old
-you are best friends with Bailey (girl) (can change the name of you want)
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Your POV
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"YN!"

"I'M UP! I'M UP!" I yell back to my mom.

Oh! Hello! I-I didn't see you there! Gave me a little shock.

My name is YN LN.

That downstairs is my mom. She's the one who called up to me a few seconds ago.

Dad is at work.

I'm not in the best mood right now. My stomach is all tied up in knots and it's awful.

I'm wearing (outfit of choice).

I brush my HL HC hair down, getting rid of the 'rats nests.' Aka tangles.

( If you have glasses, go here! ) I grab my FC glasses and put them on carefully, trying to ignore my stomach pains.

So, I'm not eating breakfast today. I'm not very hungry.

You guys know why.

I sling my backpack over my shoulder and walk downstairs. I already did all of my business in the washroom, so I'm fine (including with brushing/flossing teeth).

I call over my shoulder, "Bye Mom! Love you!"

I walk out before she can protest about me not eating breakfast. I know it's kind of rude to do that, but I don't feel like being interrogated.

As I'm walking, a familiar voice yells, "YN! Wait up!"

I stop and turn around, seeing my best friend, Bailey, running up to me.

She stops on my left and tries to catch her breath.

"Thanks...for.....waiting..." Bailey pants, bending forward with her hands on her knees.

"Yup," I say, watching her in amusement.

She finally catches her breath and we walk to school together.

We talk and laugh all the way there, but not so much coming from me.

Bailey can tell something is up so she looks at me in concern, stopping me right outside of school.

"What?"

"Are you okay? You seem a little..off," Bailey comments.

"I'm fine. My stomach just hurts. Sorry," I apologize half-heartedly.

She nods in understanding, "Ahh, I see. It's okay."

We're silent for a moment before she asks quietly, "Is it...your time of the month?"

I hit her arm playfully and exclaim, "No! Shut up!"

We laugh.

Then I add to her, just as quiet, "That was last week."

Her and I break into a laugh again and we head inside of school.

Our school is called Kuroshitsuji High School.

We go to our lockers and shove our stuff inside, grabbing the books needed for our classes and say goodbye since we have to head in separate directions.

Most of my classes I have with my crush, Claude Faustus.

Just thinking about him makes my heart race and my face flush.