delivery girl

20 Chapter Special!

Im sorry this took so long, and it's not even that great ヽ('□｀。)ﾉ,,,, exam preparations have been kicking my ass to the next dimension so I hope you guys can understand.

After I finish the school year I'll be doing my best to put out more content!
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(Y/N) choked on the sugary beverage she had been sipping on, some of the pink liquid dribbling down her chin.

There was no way what Vasco had just said was true.

Vasco, as an attempt to save her from choking, roughly slapped her back. Which only caused her to lurch forward and to cough harder.

"Are you okay? You're not choking, are you? I don't know how to do CPR." He said nervously, watching as the girl straightened herself again and use her sleeve to wipe her face.

She looked up at him with wide eyes. "You really don't know how to ride a bike?" She whispered.

How could a city kid survive without knowing how to ride a bike?It was her main mode of transportation, she had even came here to eat lunch with him on her bike.

Vasco tilted his head to the side, "Why are we whispering?" He whispered back. To him, this was no big deal, he didn't think he would get such a reaction when he told her he couldn't ride a bike.

"I didn't think you'd want anyone to hear."

Vasco looked away from (Y/N) and around the mostly empty parking lot they were sitting in. 'Who would hear? Is she seeing things?'

"(Y/N), are you feeling okay?"

The girl hummed in response then turned to glare at the cheap noodles she had bought and began to eat again.

Vasco gave her a confused look, 'What did the ramen do to her?'. He shrugged it off and picked up his phone, being especially careful so he doesn't crack his new screen.

He was trying to scroll through pictures of puppies in peace, but in the corner of his eye he kept seeing (Y/N) glance at him. Every time Vasco caught her looking, she immediately turned away and aggressively shoved another bite into her mouth.

After a few minutes of (Y/N) angrily chewing and Vasco scrolling through pictures of dogs, (Y/N) had enough.

She placed the off brand cup of noodles on the concrete, careful not to spill any, and got up from her spot on the ground to stand in front of Vasco.

"Get up." She said.

...

'She's not trying to fight, is she?'

(Y/N) frowned at Vasco's lack of response and put her hand out to pull him up.

Vasco frowned as well, still confused. Instead of using (Y/N)'s hand to pull himself up as she had intended for him to do, he gently took her hand into his own.

"(Y/N), I won't fight you." He said, completely serious.

(Y/N)'s face went blank, trying to process what had just happened. When she finally did, her face might as well have been set on fire and she ripped her hand out of Vasco's grip.