Beyblade Burst [Oneshots]

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[author's note;
this takes place after the events of chouzetsu

i wrote this at 2 am because my brain would not let me sleep.

oh apologies if oocness and the ending might, probably suck. (it does ;o;)  ]

-reader's point of view-

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Vile.

Evil.

Cruel.

Heartless.

Oh, The list could go on.

That was what I thought of him, ever since he appeared in front of my eyes--I saw the destruction, the pain and the misery that he had caused all in first hand and I thought to myself that I'd only end up hating and hating him more.

But unfortunately (or fortunately I still can't decide) after his, what I called the 'reign of destruction' had finally ended, I found myself following in some of my friends footsteps; who unbelievably and for some freaking reason gave him a second chance or at least not trying to punch him in the face every time we came across each other (which was- believe me- a hard thing to control the guy just had a very punchable face).

But very, very, reluctantly gave in and let him have a second chance-- meaning if he still did anything bad I would not hesitate to pull out the stun gun.

Just kidding.

I didn't have a stun stun.

I wish I did though.

It started out small; small as in I now didn't give him a death glare every time we saw each other which was surprisingly almost daily though neither of us actually acknowledge each others presence; which i didn't know if I preferred or not.

I never actually thought that I would have a conversation with the devil's advocate himself.

It was a normal day; I walked into one of the usual café's that i usually went to, my eyes instantly scanning for any empty seats though to my surprise-- I saw him, seemingly enjoying a cup of tea and in a glance his eyes met with mine.

I froze for a moment, forgetting how mesmerizing and alluring his eyes could be and them being two different colors were not helping, at all.

I shook my head -that was, um, weird-, I shifted uncomfortably walking off towards the counter, taking a moment before deciding what to order then taking a seat making sure it was far away from him.

“The hell is he doing here. . .”

I hesitated and I don't really know why but I took a quick peek in his direction now only realizing he was attentively reading a book; it felt familiar as my eyes roamed the cover, I realized-- It's one of my favorites!

I felt stumped as I digged into my favorite dessert-- who would have thought the guy who mercilessly destroyed beys just for fun would actually have good taste in literature?