Y/N is delicate, to put it simply. Like a piece of glass. Clumsy, sensitive and nervous. She keeps to herself, sitting alone at lunch and secluding herself from human connection, worrying that she'll damage or hurt someone by being near them with he...
Third Person's POV Shesat in between the lavender-haired boy's legs, looking up at him. He looked down, then lowered his head to close the distance between the two. He placed his lips on her's softly and stroked her cheeks. Thousands of feelings blew up inside of the two over the past day, and letting them all out now made the wait seem worth it. Y/n smiled through the kiss, breaking it slowly after and clambering up onto the bed. Shinsou reached for the tv remote and clicked on Netflix. Y/n laid back on his stomach in between his legs. "Can we watch Stranger Things?" She asked. "Have you not watched the new season?" She shook her head, which surprised Shinsou because by now everyone must have watched it. He smiled, happy to watch it again with her. ~ By the time the sun went down, the pair had actually spend several hours watching the episodes, but at this point, y/n was crying because of the Joyce and Hopper scene. "Hopper can't be dead!" She cried into his shirt. "Just wait," said Shinsou, letting a scene after the credits play. "No, not the American." It spoke. "It's him!" y/n said, jumping up and down on the bed happily, "it's Hopper! It has to be!" Cute. Shinsou thought at her excitable behaviour. No, that was an understatement. His heart ached in a good way, as if the strings in his heart were being tugged at by her adorable smile. She stopped jumping, rubbing her eyes and snuggling back into Shinsou's body. "Thank god it's Friday," Shinsou yawned, "if we had school tomorrow then I'm sure I'd pass out." She nodded and hummed in response.
"You can't fall asleep in your uniform." He laughed lightly. She whined and groaned, "I don't have anything elseee~" While she was almost asleep and floppy in his arms, he unbuttoned her shirt and pulled on one of his t-shirts, first her arms then pulling it over her shoulders. "You look so tiny in it." His heart ached again. Her head flopped against his chest as her hands wrapped around his waist lazily. Sliding down slowly, he pulled the covers over themselves and embraced her. "You're so cold y/n," he rubbed her arms. She buried her head into his shirt even more, trying to hide her pink tinted cheeks. He snickered and settled, before drifting off. ~ While he slept, he felt a head and a pair of arms tighten around his waist. His eyes widened at the sound of a sob. His head turned on the pillow to face the girl, her fists were holding on tightly to his shirt he forgot to change out of. She let out another cry, this one louder and more panicked. Shinsou shook her awake, now sat up. "S-Shinsou..." she whimpered. "I'm here, I'm here, are you okay?" he said, panicked. She hesitated for a moment, before bursting into tears and saying, "you disappeared, you let go of my hand...you fell down into the water, I-I couldn't hold on, it was so dark..you faded away...I don't want you to leave, please!" There was so much anguish in her voice that he felt his heart shatter. He held her tightly, muttering over and over in her hair that he'd never leave. He picked up his phone and told Izumi what happened, about her nightmare, after finishing typing it out he sent it and waited for her reply. The morning sun was in the sky, and the pair couldn't get to sleep after that. Y/n pulled on a pair of socks from yesterday. Shinsou checked his phone, and saw that Izumi saw the message six minutes ago. He thought it was weird, because this was the first time that she's aired him. "Let's go to get something to eat." She opened the door, Shinsou following after. ~ The pair walked down the halls, only to be met with a sight too strange to be real. But there it was, right infront of them. ~
Kurasshu Shindo
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