Crush Oneshots | Crush x Reader

[𝟴] 🧸 Hᴇ's Aɴɢʀʏ

Badass!Crush X Quiet!Reader

Y/N - Your Name
C/N - Crush's Name
C/F/N - Crush's Friend's Name
S/F - School Flirt

Song: "Talk to Me" - Cavetown

You're dating your crush in this story :)
————

He was pissed. That much was obvious. I saw it gradually build up during the day: first when [random boy] bumped into him in the corridor, then when S/F flirted with me during maths. But I think the tipping point was when he got in a fight with one of the other more rebellious boys of the school to the point where he knocked him unconscious. C/N got detention, even though it wasn't him who started the fight.

Now, he was sitting alone under one of the trees on the upper field, his now-muddy shirt's sleeves rolled up. His eyes were looking up at the sky, and he seemed over-all quite distracted. There was an obvious absence of people in a good ten-metre radius of him, which everyone did whenever he was in even the slightest mood. They also avoid me when I'm in a mood, not because I'll beat them up but because C/N will.

I hug my shiny black folder to my chest as I walk on to the field and begin the mini-trek to the tree he is under. Waving a quick "hi" to my friends' circle as I passed, I soon ran into C/F/N of whom had obvious concern on his face. "Are you sure you want to go near him when he's in this state?" he frowned at me, glancing at my mentally absent boyfriend under the tree a good several yards away.

"I'll be fine, C/F/N," I assured him, "He's never hurt me before."

I leave him without another word and continue walking over to C/N, receiving multiple stares from other students who were concerned for my safety. Standing over him, he finally looked up at me with a strained expression flashing over his orbs. I sat down next to him, allowing him to wrap his arm around me and pull me closer to his body.

"How are you, C/N?" I asked like nothing had happened throughout the day, which I know is what he prefers me to do.

"I've been better," he answers honestly, turning to me with a forced smile, "How are you?"

"Same," I replied, "I'm super stressed about my history essay." I opened up the folder and showed him the half-full page of blue writing.

Sighing, he took the folder, "Suffering from writer's block?"

I nodded, resting my head on his shoulder, "I don't know what to put next."

"Do you want me to help?" C/N smiled properly this time, as he always loved helping me out with my homework. Since he purposely did bad with his own grades, he enjoyed actually being able to prove he was intelligent to me by helping with my homework.

I loved him more than anything, and I knew he felt the same way about me.

He would never purposely hurt me, and that is why I'm the only one who doesn't fear him.

———————

[532 words]