cheery stems and tranq darts

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Fair warning, there will be some blood and mention of things like PTSD. Just wanted to warn you all.

True to his word, Okuyasu showed up at the end of each class to escort (Y/N) to her next, asking her each time how it was and listening to what she had to say, secretly admiring her profile, hair bouncing lightly as they walked. The were now headed to lunch, exiting the school, (Y/N) pulling her hood over her head, hiding her beauty from view, (Y/N) found leaving the school for lunch bizarre, being used to American school systems, but finding it a nice change of pace, giving her a chance of fresh air. (Y/N) was listening to Okuyasu talk about this sandwich shop, enjoying his gravely voice while her eyes watched their surroundings. Unbeknowist to Okuyasu, someone from the field they had just passed by, had thrown a frisbee a little too hard and was now heading towards his head, acting quickly, (Y/N) grabs the collar of Okuyasu's school jacket and pulls his face to her level just as the frisbee soars over their heads, stunning him into a blushing silence, his eyes the size of the moon.

"O-oi (Y-Y/N)? Wh-what are you d-doing?" Okuyasu asks, her ears turning red, neck fallowing suit.

(Y/N) 's eyes narrow as she puts a hand to Okuyasu's forehead, then to his cheek, her frown deepening before she grabs his hand and pulls him along wordlessly, surprising him not only from the spontaneity of it all, but also from her strength, almost knocking him from his feet from the force.

"Wh-what are we going? St. Gentlemen's is that way, Josuke's probably already there." Okuyasu said, Butterflies in his stomach as he noticed (Y/N)'s grip on his actual hand and not his wrist.

(Y/N) stayed quiet, hood hiding any emotions from him, this worried Okuyasu, but then his eyes widen as they approach an ice cream parlour, (Y/N) finally slowing her stride, allowing him to walk next to her, her grip still firm yet gentile on his hand. As they enter the store, and approaching the counter, she looks up at him, hood falling and hair slightly messy from the movement.

"Pick a flavor." She finally says, Okuyasu blinking as she turns and orders on Mint-chocolate chip cone, the person behind the counter scooping out her order.

"Uh..Ch-cherry waffle cone, please..." He murmurs, contemplating why she brought him here.

Okuyasu tries to stop her from paying for his ice cream, but stops when she sends him a look that shuts him down immediately, licking the cone while looking away, hands still locked together. (Y/N) hands the plastic square over, taking a small lick from her cone, careful of not desterbing the cherry resting on the top. Shoving both the card and receipt into her coat pocket, she and Okuyasu leave the store, walking towards st.Gentleman's, releasing his hand and putting it in her pocket.

The walk is silent for a little while, (Y/N) being her usual quite self, though a more calm look is on her face, as she watches Okuyasu lick his ice cream, capturing how the light shines off his hair and seemed to make his skin glow a warm cinnamon/bronzy color, enticing her eyes. While (Y/N)'s mind was serine and calm, a feat that only seemed to happen around a select few, Okuyasu's was running wild with questions, his stomach filled with Butterflies.

"Oi, (Y/N)?" Okuyasu asked, looking forward, the girl beside him humming lightly as if to wordlessly tell him to speak his mind. "Why did you drag me to an ice cream parlour?"

The girl looked at him, face obscured by the shadow of her hood, hiding the light pink dusting of her cheeks, she licks her cone once more before answering, voice remaining level, hiding how she felt and the strange rapidity of her heartbeat.

"Your face was red, and warm...you were either angry or overheated...ice cream tends to solve both issues." She replies, blush darkening slightly.

Okuyasu paused for a second, before his face grew into a wide grin, slinging an arm over the girl's shoulder, bringing her close to him in a side hug, catching her off heard as they walked. He thanks her and they continue to walk, her staying under his arm, surprisingly finding it comfortable. They finally approached st.gemtleman's, finding a slightly seething Josuke, though his scowl turns into a surprised smile as he sees the two so closely walking.

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