Bitch is that a mistletoe (drarry)

The Punch

I walk down the stone brick halls to the courtyard, thoroughly confused and conflicted.
What do I see in the git? His attitude? His sneer? His grey eyes that I would gladly drown in? Wait no.

Speak of the devil there he is.

We make eye contact and he runs up to me.

I almost feel hopeful for a second before I feel a punch to the stomach.

So so so sorry for the über short chapter! I'm working through some shit at my house (not physical abuse) and I'm in a pretty fucked up state rn. If y'all want me to fill you in on the BOILING tea on my family I'm perfectly comfortable doing so as I lowkey need to vent.

Love, respect, and gay vibes to you all

~Katherpie