grasenhora

[grasenhora]

just a little note that i accept requests for descamps! 🫶🏻✨

[grasenhora]

“god, you’re going to pass out from sleep…” descamps says when he sees you yawning again.

“ugh, sorry sir but i had a bad night’s sleep, could you please be quiet for a minute-”

you are suddenly interrupted by descamps pulling your chair close to his. he puts his arm around your shoulder and gently pulls you towards him, making your head rest on his chest as well as your hands.

“descamps-“ you say, startled by his action.

for some reason, the teacher couldn’t make it to class today, but he made sure to leave homework to do. you managed to finish earlier than expected and, when you looked around, only you and descamps had finished. you frown at him and he just smiles shamelessly, he copied everything from you again.

you roll your eyes and start to put your things away.

even though you’re not facing him, you can feel his gaze on you. you don’t know why, but he’s always looking at you: in the middle of class, in p.e, when you see each other in the hallway… his eyes are always on you, as if you were hypnotizing him.

you tried to hide your tiredness, but he noticed. he always notices you.

“your lucky day, i’m not that good, so rest,” he said softly near your ear and his voice echoed inside you. reason and emotion fought inside you to decide who would prevail at that moment. you were exhausted and he was so warm and comfortable; his arms around you, holding you so carefully and securely… but it was descamps, you knew you couldn’t trust him.

you inhale his scent once more, feeling your eyes grow heavy. you were on descamps' chest, you know you shouldn‘t be there, but it felt so good, he was so good at that moment... you slowly lost control, melting into his touch. he removes a strand of your hair from your face and, with his arms around you, he gently caresses your waist.

you don't know how much time passed, maybe it was only a few minutes, but for you it lasted forever. you are woken up by the sound of the door slamming, you frown and confusion takes over your face. you open your eyes slowly and look up. descamps looks directly at you with a small smile on his lips.

you are startled by how close your faces are at that moment, so you pull away.

your heart is racing and your mind is confused when you ask him what happened and why you were on his chest.

“i don’t get any “thanks for letting me use your chest as a pillow, Descamps?”” he said with a serious face.

“…pillow?”

“yes, you slept. on me.” he emphasizes the last sentence, as if he wanted you not to forget that. he grabs his backpack and stands up.

“wait… i slept? on you? how?”

you’re confused, you can’t think straight or remember how he looked at you with affection before pulling you towards him.

you look at the rest of the class and everyone is getting ready to leave, but Michele and Simone look at you with strange looks.

“yes, ask the whole class if you need witnesses, Y/L.” he said and laughed softly, walking to the door. you sigh and stand up, going to the girls.

“for god’s sake, what happened?” you ask Michele desperately, but Simone is the one who answers you.

“you fell asleep in Descamps for about thirty minutes…”

“how did you manage to fall asleep in him? i thought you hated him!” Michele said, as confused as you were.

“it wasn’t my fault… i was really sleepy and he just pulled me towards him, i couldn’t react at the time and-“

“he’s only nice… with you…” Simone interrupted you with her eyes shining with curiosity.

“nice? Descamps? we’re not talking about the same person” Michele said, still in disbelief as she finished packing her things. she puts her backpack on her back and walks to the door.

you mumble softly and pick up your backpack, following the girls.

“he even asked us to shut up so we wouldn’t wake you up,” Simone said next to you.

“he… asked?”

“yes, he started telling the others to shut up, but i think he was afraid he would wake you up, so he just whispered that he would beat up everyone who was talking loudly and that if they woke you up, they would have to deal with him.”

you stop walking, trying to understand everything that happened.

Descamps never treated you badly, but he was never very nice to you either, so that wasn’t something you expected from him.

you shake your head and keep walking, trying to pretend that none of this happened. but, when you go down the stairs, you find him again.

he stares at you for a few seconds with his hands in his pockets while he listens to his friends talking. you smile in gratitude at him and he just gives you a subtle smile in return.

and his eye told you what you already expected: he would never forget that moment and you regretted trusting him, but honestly, you would do it again.