I look at you.
Your smile flashing before my eyes.
Behind the dust of nostalgia, I couldn't help but realize that I wasted my youth.
The shattered scream screeches through the wall, breaking your every move.
What a rough day.
The decaying trees, falling behind as I watch myself burn.
I look at you.
Behind the dust of nostalgia, I couldn't help but smile too.
********
"Alright class!" The teacher's voice echoed through the room."We're gonna play a game today!"
The class soon fill with groans as Logan chuckle. From afar, you watch behind your history book.
You two lock eyes.
He flashes a grin.
You blush and look back at your text book, but the clumsiness you possess made you bang your head on the table, creating a sudden mad house of howling laughter.
*************
"(Y/N), you've gotta be more careful next time." Logan's hand fished out a tube of cream from his bag. Your head boils as he takes your hair and brush it away. His thumb caressingly applied the medicine. "Done!" His signature smile appears.
"Thanks."
"No worries." His eyes soften, "By the way, I've been wondering..." You move forward, nudging him to continue. "Are you friends with Yuri Plisetsky?"
You choke, you cough.
"NO"
"Huh? But I thought—"
"NO"
Logan halts, staring at your expression, a face mingled with regret and embarrassment.
"Hah, if you say so." He glances around, "I gotta go buy some food, you want something?"
You shake your head.
"You sure?"
You nod.
"Mkay, see you next session!"
With a wave, he vanished into the distant. Your mind thinks you've found the one, the one man that you'll always take a bullet for.
Yet, your heart deep inside is screaming for your attention, reminding you that it isn't him.
However, one thing you didn't notice physically is that the tiger of Russia was right behind you, eavesdropping and demolishing the Pirozhki he made for you in class.
*************
Last session ends, school is finished for the day.
Mia smashes the door open just to enter the room. You glare at her in awe as you pack your items.
The white haired female stumbles upon seeing Logan. It was no secret that she'd get whatever she want, and whatever she wanted was who you wanted.
Oh really? 'Who' you wanted...
Her arms wrap around his arm as Karui follow behind, clearing and attempting to fix the door.
Though a slight bit of envy got the better of you, you were still able to step out of the class. Yuri was already there, leaning against the wall with his leopard backpack.
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