Limerence ❀ Decrypted

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tangled threads pt. 1
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~Requested by AaelinSardothing~

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Reese, the childhood friend. The best friend who stuck by (Y/n)'s side no matter what, the best friend who did his best to support her through her highs and lows, and the best friend who was more than willing to step aside if it was something she wanted. The same person who was willing to stand up to people who could easily ruin his life with a snap of their fingers, just for her, and the person who soon became the very card those same people used to manipulate the (h/c)-haired girl.

But what if we removed all those tags from his name? If we stripped him of his role as a "childhood friend," then what use would he be? Would his twin still be alive? Would he still harbor those dangerously obsessive pent-up feelings towards our heroine? Or...would he fade into the background as an extra, only to be axed in the Game?

And, who would fill that empty role?

~❀~

If it was Leon Matthews...

It was the day of their entrance ceremony. Year 9 was one of the only few years where a student from another school could apply to attend the prestigious academy, Fortuna Institute. And (Y/n) was one of them.

She tightened her grip around the strap of her bag as she ran to the bus stop where her friend was waiting for her. As she grew closer, the sunlight that blurred his figure and left only a shining outline of the male faded, revealing a tall, imposing boy with his gaze locked on a phone in his hand. For once the male wore a uniform, the white-and-gold uniform customary of Fortuna Institute, but his tie was crooked and his shirt untucked. He didn't have the blazer on either. Instead, it was slung over his shoulder.

He looked up at her approach, his silver eyes radiating the light of the sun. He pocketed the phone and leaned against a pole.

Leon reached out to flick her forehead. "Slowpoke. What are you going to do if you missed the coach?"

"But I didn't!" (Y/n) hissed in pain, her hand flying up to massage the area. "And what was that for?! It hurt!"

He shrugged and turned to face the empty road. "Suck it up."

"Wow, what a great welcome," she muttered bitterly, shifting the strap of her bag from one shoulder to the other. "No 'good morning' or anything. Be like that."

She heard him sigh and move closer to her. A heavy hand alighted on the top of her head. He lowered his head to meet her eyes. An amused grin played on his lips.

"Good morning, (Y/n)," the male said softly. "There. Happy now?"

Instead of blushing or scowling, the (h/c)-haired girl stared back into his eyes, unimpressed. "You know, everyone says that when you look at a good-looking person's face up close, it becomes uglier."

He blinked in surprise. "...Did you just call me good-looking?"

"You know what I mean!" She swatted his hand off her head. "You're heavy. You're going to make me lose brain cells."

"Funny, because I didn't think you had any brain cell, to begin with."

Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to retort. "You—"

But she was cut off. "Come on, the coach is here." Leon grabbed her hand and began tugging her towards the parked vehicle. "Or do you want me to leave you here?"