𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 ➸ ( alucard x gusion .)

𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ~

both alu and gus are at school and gus is the popular one but receives love letters from alu~

The bell echoed through the vast hallways, students now rushing out of their classroom and to their next class.

Gusion wanted to go to his locker to put some books in before he went to his next class, Maths. The locker door made a loud noise as it opened, but he ignored it. He was only focused on one thing at that moment; a cream yellow envelope with a red rose. He could tell it hadn't been there for long, someone must have put it there during lesson changes.

He hurried to class, and sat at the back so the teacher wouldn't notice him open it.

I like you. I'm not one of your weird 'fangirls' who are just obsessed with you. I genuinely do like you, and I wish I didn't. Enjoy the rose.
                                                         ~ a

'Who could it be...?' The mage thought to himself the whole lesson. A. Anyone's name could begin with A. He'd known a lot of A's in the-

"Mr Paxley, are you paying attention?" Gusion snapped out of his daydream and coughed.

"Yes, Miss- sorry." He apologised and looked back at his work.

At lunch, he went to sit with his friends, and was peacefully chatting until he noticed someone staring at him.

A blonde guy, with a blue jacket. He seemed like the guy to be popular, but he didn't think that anybody actually seemed to notice him. The boy smiled at Gusion. A slight blush appeared on his cheeks and he went back to chatting.

~

The next day, he went back to his locker to find another note and rose petals. The assassin smiled, and opened it inside his locker.

Hey,
I hope any of this isn't creepy for you. I wish I could tell you who I am, but I don't know how your reputation would react. Look- if you want and are willing to see who I am, come to the oak tree at the back of the school at 4pm. Don't be late. Again, it's if you want to. I don't want to force any pressure on you... oh and please don't bring anyone with you.
                                              ~ lunch boy

Lunch boy? What lunch boy? Gusion had forgotten so fast. He desperately wanted to find out, yet was cautious in case this was some sort of assassination attempt. Yet of course, he could just run away with his ult if he wanted to.

'Fuck it- I'll go.' He thought, and threw the note into his pockets.

~

'A' was on his mind all day long. He ought to know who it was straight away, but yet shit school was on the way.

He glanced at the clock.

3:40

He had five more minutes until the end of the day. He wished he could just use his speed and make time go faster, he couldn't wait.

Finally, it was 3:59, and Gusion arrived at the tree. He could see a blonde boy in the distance. A little taller than him, wearing a blue jacket.

Wait.

He knew that guy.

'Lunch boy... he's that guy?!' He thought, panicking.

They finally locked eyes, and the other gave a welcoming gleam.

"Uh... hey," The blonde breathed out, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm Alucard.

"Gusion, but I suppose you already know. Wait- how long have you had a crush on me?" He was straightforward with his question. Alucard sighed.

"Two months. Approximately. I didn't know why but- I do." He awkwardly explained. "I hope you're not weirded out-"

"No, no." He comforted. Gusion smiled and an idea popped into his head. "I'll tell you what. Come hang out with me more, let's get to know eachother. I'll consider our relationship."

The Paxley proudly strides off, leaving Alucard dumbfounded.

'our relationship?' Alucard pondered, slowly waking through a park. Nonetheless, he was happy with the result- even if it left him with more of a desire to know much more.

"You will consider our relationship Gusion Paxley, just you wait." He mumbled.

basically my friend got this Tellonym that said that they liked her and she desperately wanted to know who it was so I kinda recreated it except for the part where they meet because uwu

also sowwy sora i got it out just before bedtime

i was really busy today :/

love ya anyways