𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 * ˚ ✦ 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹

Teenager┆Patri

❛ PATRI [ PATRI ] - MODERN AU ❜
You brighten even to the deep part of my heart.

REQUESTED BY: Bleach-Ulquiorra. Thank you!!

You're in class, reading and trying to solve your General Mathematics equation when the familiar white-haired boy appeared before you with a playful smirk on his face. He picked up the free pen laying on your table before he spun it using his fingers.

"What do you need?" you coldly asked.

"I'm not a photographer," Patri started.

"So? I don't care."

"But I can picture you and me together."

Averting your gaze from the confusing problem on your book, your friend was hoping to see a cute smile on your face and a musical chuckle coming from you but your stern look remained, leaving him scratching the back of his neck.

"You know, Patri, it's better if you start answering your activity."

"Oh, I came here to borrow something!"

"Oh?" You arched your eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Do you have a pencil? Cause I want to erase your past and write our future."

I should've seen it coming. Standing up from your chair, you started packing up your things since the bell rang already, meaning it's time for a break. You can't help but ignore Patri as he kept on going with his cheesy pick-up lines that, obviously, aren't working on you. Why does he keep annoying you, anyway? You just kept pushing him yet he still ends up tailing you.

"I must be in a museum because you truly are a work of art."

"No, Patri. You're in school. Shut up."

"Are you my phone charger? Because without you, I'd die."

"You're not a phone in the first place."

"Hello, Cupid called. He wants to tell you that he needs my heart back."

"Then get it from your chest."

And the day ended like that, a usual routine that occurs every day. He will keep bombing you with stupid and corny lines but you will just bicker back with a cold answer. Of course, he might hide it from you but he's hurting a little. Patri was known for having a soft heart ever since he was a child and this is just the first time he will take a shot for love.

Yet, he slowly realizes that maybe, his first shot was a miss.

"Patri," You called before sitting across him. You flashed a pile of bond papers in front of him, the report that you two should finish before Friday but he looks like he's too tired to cooperate.

Tired to cooperate? Or just tired from tailing you?

"Patri, are you listening?"

He nodded, closing the book he was reading upside down. "Of course, I am."

"Great, then can I come over to your house tomorrow so we can finish this before–"

The sound of you coming over to his house would be nice but before he could even think straight, he shook his head. This is going nowhere after all. He's just getting his heart broken so before that time comes, he has to protect it.