(Y/n) POV
"I'm so tired..." I sulked.
It was another day at school. Except today everyone was setting up stalls for the festival. Myself helping with setting up a cafe in one of the school classrooms. I was on a step ladder reaching to hang up the last corner of the sign. When the step ladder slipped from under me, I fell to my doom landing on my side harshly onto the ground. The girls squealed in terror as they rushed to help.
"Stop. I'm fine." I assured.
I lifted myself up. Stretching as I did so, my muscle feeling like a brick was just thrown at them.
"Are you sure you're ok (y/n)." Misaki questioned.
"Yes I'm fine." 'Kill me please.' I cried mentally.
Someone taller decided to finish the job for me, I sighed relieved. The cafe was almost set up, Misaki ran up to me shooing me off alerting my assistance was no longer required. So I left. I walked down the hall without a cafe in the world, till a hand grabbed my arm yanking me into a dark classroom. I groaned in pain for the person grabbed the arm I had fallen on before. I tried to see who it was that pulled me in here to see Usui.
"What the hell do you want." I mumbled.
"Show me your arm." He asserted, getting up in my business once again.
"What? No." I replied.
"Show me or I'll strip you myself." Usui threatened.
His form grew closer as his arms went against the wall refraining me from looking anywhere else but him.
"Try me bitch." I challenged.
"Challenge accepted." Usui answered.
"Wa-" I started but never got to finish.
His hands attacked my waist as he turned me onto my stomach on the floor, trying to pull off my leather jacket.
"What the hell! Takumi!" I hissed.
My use of his last name startled him for a second but he continued. I struggled under his form. I went to yell again but his hand covered my mouth before doing so. He managed to get my jacket off leaving me in my AC/DC tank top. The armpit holes reaching down to my waist almost which revealed my black lace bra as I turned red in embarrassment. Usui turned me back over, myself like a rag doll in his hold. He lifted my back up looking at the side I had fallen on to see scrapes and visible bruising. He sighed as he hugged me? My eyes blinked in uncertainty as I seemed to fit nicely in his strong arms.
"We need to treat that." Usui whispered into my ear.
"Ugh. Fine." I agreed.
I snatched my jacket from his hold visibly pissed at his actions.
"I'm surprised no one has reported you if this is how you treat girls." I informed.
"Hah. You're the only one." He said in a 'matter of fact.' Tone
I rolled my eyes as we exited the classroom. Usui walking beside me his posture relaxed with his hands in his pockets. I puffed out a mushroom sigh wondering why I put up with this guy. We entered the infirmary, Usui quickly grabbing disinfectant and bandages. I stretched my arm out as Usui did his handy work.
"You're skin feels soft." Usui commented.
"Just do the dam bandages." I scolded.
Usui wrapped up the last round my arm looking normal other than the white fabric wrapped around it. I sighed pulling my jacket back on the crisp air in the infirmary making me have a chill.
"Thanks."
"No worries."
A thought came to mind. Usui wasn't with us when we were doing the set up. So how did he know that I was injured?
"Stalker..." I added.
The blonde laughed quietly at the comment, as he packed away the utensils. I was sure though that this hottie was a stalker. I got up to leave exiting the infirmary, Usui following behind me. I wandered towards the roof Usui still following but we never said a word. We arrived at the top the wind ruffling our hair. It was nice we didn't need to talk it was a comfortable silence. I walked towards the ledge sitting on it as I swung my legs over the edge. My routine for when I'm up here. I breathed in a deep breathe of fresh air the slightly crisp air filling my lungs as I exhaled, my body relaxing. Usui stood behind me making me slightly anxious.
"Why are you here Usui." I questioned.
"Hm I just want some fresh air." He answered blandly.
I nodded not questioning further. An irritated sigh left my lips as I remembered the festival starting tomorrow. An idea formed when I remembered important information. Misaki volunteered to help out in the cafe. A smirk formed as I could use this opportunity to make her freak out when she has I slight mess up. I could just imagine her reaction now, freaking out and begging everyone to keep it to themselves. I laughed quietly at the thought.
"What are you laughing for." Usui asked.
"No reason." I answered.
"Mmhmm." Usui grunted.
"Hold up. How'd you get beer? Aren't you underage?" Usui questioned.
My eyes bulged at the bold question, as a nervous laughed escaped my throat.
"You're seriously going to ask that now?" I countered.
"Yep." Usui confirmed popping the 'p'
"Yes I'm underage but it's only by one year I am 17 after all. How I got the beer is none of your concern." I answered.
"You and your secrets. I just can't figure you out (y/n)." Usui confessed.
"It's not like you're an open book either Usui." I deadpanned.
"Touché." Usui replied.
"Oh my god please stop blowing up my phone. It's getting ridiculous." I concluded.
"Well if you answer my calls and messages I wouldn't be blowing up your phone." Usui reasoned.
"Maybe I just don't wanna talk! Did you think of that!" I shot back.
"I did but I chose to ignore it." Usui admitted.
My jaw dropped. This guy was weird. I have nothing else to add on to that.
~ finished thank goodness.
~ peace out
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SIKE! (Usui Takumi x Reader)
Fanfic"Did you seriously just do that?" "Do what?" This story is about (y/n) and her journey through highschool with Takumi Usui and how these two became the most unlikely friends and even more?
