Bottom Mafu Oneshots (Hiatus)

Attraction - Soraru/Mafumafu (t)

sorry if this part will be pretty dull (･ัω･ั)

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Third Person POV

Their fourth period has just ended, and it couldn't have gone any more boring and dull than Soraru had expected. Everything from their lessons were already ready to review from the back of his mind, since he managed to study a lot the night before when Lon had pranked him about having multiple tests the next day.

He sighed, not caring about the screeching of the legs of multiple chairs against the floor as his other classmates began to group together with their friends to go outside the classroom to take their lunch. For Soraru, it was such a waste of time to go outaide just to eat your lunch and gossip with your friends. It was more convenient to stay inside of the classroom and eat your lunch while being able to do something at the same time without random interruptions from other people.

Soraru watched in his peripheral vision as each student began to leave the classroom one by one- Lon was already nowhere to be seen since she left the classroom first, except for a few like him who preferred to stay inside of the classroom. He took out his bento and the small sketchpad that he always sketches in, grabbing the pencil that he usually uses for his sketches too. Flipping through the recent sketch he had created, a small smile graced his lips as he felt a little proud from the sight.

It was a small portrait of the albino that crashed into him two weeks ago. Mafumafu was smiling sweetly in the sketch, his eyes perfectly capturing the signature vibrance and brightness he saw in them despite the dull colour from his pencil. He looked beautiful in Soraru's eyes, much more than any human being he's seen and met. For some reason, this high-spirited, yet sometimes shy albino had managed to catch his interest, even though they've only met once. Mafumafu was a lot more colourful than the rest... if that made sense. He radiated this strange vibe and warmth that he hasn't felt from anyone else except his mother.

In short, he was somehow entranced by Mafumafu. And he had a small hunch as to why, but he didb't want to lean on it just yet until he knows the albino personally.

"Oi, Soraru!"

Blinking in confusion, he heard a somewhat familiar voice calling his name. He turned to look at the purple-haired male who was peeking by the doorway of their classroom.

"There's someone who wants to see you!" The other male said as he pointed at something that was hiding behind the door. Soraru couldn't see who it was but he nodded, it was probably one of those club leaders again who always force him to join a club.

Until he saw a tuft of snowy hair that swayed a little from the air. The raven-haired male already knew who it was, and his heart suddenly began to pound against his chest, almost as if just knowing that Mafumafu was there was enough to make his heart beat loudly.

Am I sick?

Soraru shook off the unnecessary thoughts and walked over to the door. He slid the door open and saw a fidgeting albino who was leaning on the wall, he didn't seem to notice his presence since he was still looking down on his bento. The raven-haired male blushed a little before he tapped the younger's shoulder, causing him to flinch in surprise as he sharply turned his head to Soraru.

"A-Ah.. Soraru-senpai..!" Mafumafu exclaimed in shock, before bowing respectfully at the older male. Soraru looked at him before ruffling his hair playfully.

"You don't have to bow. Do you want something from me?" He tilted his head slightly, since it was a bit unusual for someone to look for him and even to the extent of going to his class. The albino's face flushed into a deep red, as he struggled from finding the right words to say instead stuttering out incoherent sentences. Soraru was really patient, so it was okay for him if Mafumafu was still really nervous around him.