Fanfiction Time!

Mute male x Reader

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{Fluff}

There was a boy in your class at your new school, he couldn't talk. The teacher's never asked him for answers to questions, but they'd always have him to errands. Some people would yell at him when talking to him. 'He's mute, not deaf you idiot.' You think to yourself whenever it happens. You had gotten dragged into the 'popular' group when you came to this new school. You weren't sure why, but you hated your 'friends'. 

The guys of the group mostly picked on younger students, punching them mostly. The girls weren't much better, except instead of hurting people's bodies they hurt people's feelings. You know the phrase, 'Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me?' Well these girls shredded that into pieces. They were like hyenas, two cornering and ripping into some poor girl while a 3rd stands guard, daring anyone to stand up for the girl. 

Surprisingly though, they didn't pick on the mute boy, you didn't know his actual name. 'Does everyone really just call him 'Mute boy', that's pretty rude.' You think to yourself again. You walk into the cafeteria, seeing the boys picking on some unfortunate freshman. Your hands ball into fists. 'You know what? I'm tired of this!' You march over to them. "Hey!" You say to them angerily. "Y/n! We were just getting this little shrimp over here to do our homework." Says the smartest guy on the football team. 

"Leave him alone." You say crossing your arms. One guy raises an eyebrow at you. "Excuse me?" You scowl. "You heard me. Leave. Him. Alone." The whole school has turned to watch you. "And what if we don't?" One guy leans down into your face, so you punch him. He stumbles back a little, baffled. A girl struts over aggressively. "No one hits my boyfriend!" Her, haughty, high-pitched, whiny voice ringing in your ears. 

"Yeah, like you two totally didn't get into a huge fight yesterday." Your voice drips with sarcasm. Her cheeks puff out and she slaps you across the face. Your ears ring as you pounce forward, not really remembering anything other  than shouting voices and a painful sensation in your nose. 

You're in the principals office now, the girl and her parents on the left, you and yours on the right, and the principal on the other side of the desk. Your aching nose had stopped bleeding, the girl however had no injuries whatsoever. Their voices are muffled as you tune everything out, not wanting to listen, unfortunately your Mother's voice comes through. "Isn't that right Y/n?" She says to you. "Huh?" Is your response, your Father sighs. "You regret what you did Y/n." You furrow your brows. "Like hell I do." You say sourly, the girl gasps. "See!? Y/p (Your pronoun, he's/she's/they're/other) so mean! And Y/p a wild animal, I can still feel my heart racing with fear." She puts a hand on her chest. 'What a dramatic bitch.' 

"Whatever." You really don't care. "Y'n!" Your Mother hisses at you, while your Dad just sighs tiredly. 'Me and you both Dad.' "Well it seems the proper thing to do here is to suspend Y/n for a week." The principal says, the girls Father stands up. "Suspend!? My perfect angel is now tramatised by that demon!" He practically roars at the principal. You roll your eyes, this conversation is getting really boring. "I need to use the bathroom." You say absent mindingly as you stand up and leave the room, going in the direction of the toilets but walking past them and going down the hall, eventually making a left turn. 'It's my free period right now.' You think bitterly as you walk past one of the music rooms. You stop. 

The music rooms each had three little soundproof booths where people could practice without disturbing anyone. 'Not like anyone will find me here.' You walk into the music room and go to the middle booth, the moment the door is even slightly opened you hear a guitar playing loudly, you peek your head in, confused. 

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It's the mute boy from you class! (Wow, bet you weren't expecting that.) He hadn't seen you yet as he was too focused on playing. 'Wow, this guy can play as smoothly as other people can talk.' You just stare at him as he plays. (Just wait out the song before you head to the next paragraph, it's really cool.)

(Omg, she's done the FRIENDS theme, this is an awsome human being.)

He finishes and you just stay standing there in awe, he lets go of his guitar and it rests in his lap as he picks up a notebook, he grabs the pencil which has been resting behind his ear. He notices your shoes and the open door and sorta just slowly looks up at you. You two stare up each other for awhile. "Ah, sorry. I didn't think anyone was in here." You say nervously looking away, he puts a hand on the padded wall. "Oh yeah, I guess that's kinda the point." He nods and then points at your nose with a confused look. 

"Oh, it's a bit of a long story." You say, he puts his guitar against the wall and scoots over, patting the spot next to him. You smile and fully enter the booth, closing the door and sitting down. You procr eed to explain what happened to the mute boy. "It's just, so annoying how they all just instantly believe she's the victim!" He nods in understanding. You you smile at him before sighing and bringing your knees to your chest. He writes something on the notebook before showing you the page. 

What's your name? "Y/n, what's yours?" He writes again. Nice to meet you Y/n, I'm Zack. You smile. "Nice to meet you too, Zack." He makes a face like he's laughing lightly but no noise escapes him. "Um, I hope you don't mind me asking, but why are you mute?" You ask hesitantly, he writes on the paper again, he takes much longer this time. Someone tried to choke me to death when I was a kid, they didn't kill me as you can see, but they permanently damaged my vocal cords. 

"Woah." Is all you can say once your done reading. (Pffft, imagine if Y/n couldn't read.) Your phone vibrates, you check it. It's a message from your Father, saying your Mother's gonna lose her shit if you don't come back, you sigh. "I gotta go." You stand but feel a pull on your wrist, he gives you a 'one sec' signal. You wait standing while he writes something out. He tears out the page folds it, giving it to you with a smile, you smile back and wave. "Bye."

It was hell when you returned to the principals office. It eventually ended, settling on a months suspension. You sigh and rest your head on your fist as you sit in the backseat of your parents car. You remember the piece of paper that you slipped into your pocket when you walked back to the principals office. You take it out, tuning out your Mother's upset ranting while your Father drives. It had what he had wrote earlier to communicate with you, except for something new written at the bottom of the page.

Since you're going to get suspended, here's my number so I can keep you company. 
xx-xxxx-xxxx ^□^ - Zack

You smile as a warm feeling grows in your chest. You're beginning to feel like you'll enjoy this suspension.

[1287 words, I hope you enjoyed this.]