𝑰dentity v || Oneshots

♡ Penalty | Victor Grantz

Highschool au.

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Within the piles of worksheets and petty amount of marks, the empty classroom echoed of silence. Cabinets had been locked, and lonely desks were arranged rows upon rows. The place was completely empty– of course with the exception of the two students.

"Are you sure it's here?" You asked, still skeptical of where the blond had left his letter. Had it been stored in a more safer place, they would've already been home. But alas, with eyes of gold and heart of honey, your friend was not exactly the one to remember where he'd put his things. A little clumsy, yes, but perhaps his sweet personality and heartfelt smile had been worth it.

"Yes. The last time I saw it was at my desk," Victor nervously chuckled, a bit guilty that he'd wasted the young girl's time by dragging her from work. But the letter was important, and by that, it had held feelings more than words. He made a little promise by the end of today, his precious letter would be sent to the receiver. Hands jittery with anxiety, the warmth of his fellow classmate shielded the nervous temptations. He dared not to look, afraid that with a single turn, he'd be lost in those irises. They were unique, because they had held a thousand stars that only he, had seen from a different perspective. Like a galaxy, your eyes were easy to get lost in. His face warmed up thinking about it.

Pushing past projects of their class, he had been worried that with a slight move to the side, they would fall and break. He knew his classmates had worked long and hard, only for his clumsy side to activate at the worst moment. It would be horrible, but perhaps he shouldn't have jinxed it in the first place. Like a string of events, the desk right beside him had been pushed, the movement following several other tables until it led to the farthest to the left. It had stacked books, which, soon toppled over one another as heavy hard covers landed on shiny glass. With the sound of cracking, tiny pieces of glass scattered the floor. Like ants with needles, every step kissed of a deadly prick. Tiny but certainly dangerous, the bright stained glass windows like sand, the edges pointed into a small sheath.

Wasn't that Vera's art project?

Victor could only cower in fear as the tiny pane swam on the floor, crystal hues emitting a prick. He was afraid of what would happen next, knowing well the perfume addict was not exactly one to be friendly when it came to her belongings not cared for properly. With the thought in mind, he almost took the piece by hand if wasn't for the fact that his friend had stopped him. Only then did he feel ashamed, realizing that not only had he clumsily broke a project of his classmate, but also indulged himself far too deep into guilt he was already reaching to sharp objects.

"Vic, be careful. It's fine, I'll go clean it up," you whispered softly, reassuring to him that it was just an accident. He was far too nice, and sometimes it had gotten to be a bit of a hassle when you were not around to help him with bullies who had made fun of the blond. It became apparent that you had became his savior, one that taken the shots instead of him. But you didn't mind. "I'm sure Vera would understand."

"W-What? Are y-you sure? Last time I accidentally br-" he muttered, still nervous as his heart rapidly beat against his ribcage. Forgetting about the letter and confession, the thought of being scolded by Vera was certainly a worrisome outcome. If words were weapons, she had the sharpest tool. Every letter was a slice to the chest, like the edge of a knife. The slit would pierce through skin and confidence, her hallow eyes would deepen already hurt wounds. She would sprinkle salt despite healing.

"It's fine, it was just an accident," you answered. Although you had wanted to believe Vera would be understanding, she was not. Ever since that time Victor had been unaware of her presence and therefore bumping into her, the brunette acted so defensively towards the taller boy. Her eyes would narrow just as they landed on his figure, irises becoming more dull by the second. It was as if his existence had placed a huge boulder onto her life.