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myherowritings · 4 years ago

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PART 5. THE INHERENT EROTICISM OF BUTTONING SOMEONE’S CLOTHES

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 3.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. sexual tension !! and umm sexual frustration ;p, not explicit but prob rated 16+, just read the title of this chapter BAHAHA

A/N. sorry this is coming a little later than planned ! :( but i hope the dressing room scene can make up for it u.u tysm for reading and for all the feedback! enjoy :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

What were you supposed to wear to a shopping date? you asked yourself. Not that today was a date or anything. Though maybe you sort of wished it were…

The Naruhata Charity Gala was in a little over a week and Shouto would be coming over to pick you up in less than one hour and you still sat in your room with nothing but a towel on feeling more and more hopeless.

It was a strange dilemma. He met you in your work apron wearing an unflattering work shirt and work pants. And when you met up over the weekend previously, you never paid too much mind on what you would wear. In fact, you were positive he wouldn’t even care how you looked. So why was it such a big deal to you now?

Probably because of your recent admission of your growing feelings towards him, you thought crossly.

In your defense, it wasn’t like it was your fault! Right? Seeing someone everyday… Wanting to see someone everyday… Texting regularly about the most random things, having the most banal objects you saw throughout the day remind you of something Shouto did or said… With all those occurrences it would’ve been practically impossible to not start crushing on him!

Time passed as you stared at your ceiling blankly. If you kept this up, he was bound to show up in your house and find you half-naked. (Now that you mentioned it, that didn’t sound like the worst idea. But it wasn’t something you’d randomly spring upon someone.)

“Get up, Y/N!” you scolded yourself, rolling off your bed and heading towards your closet.

In the end, you ended up settling for another variation of your usual go-to outfit and called it a day. It happened to be perfect timing since, by the time you finished getting ready, you got a new message on your phone.

Shouto: Parked in front of your place

Shouto: Sorry I’m a little early. You can take your time getting ready :)

Y/N: it’s okay i’m ready now!!

After hitting send, you put your shoes on, gathering your belongings you wanted to bring with you, and headed out the door. Excited to hang out with Shouto again, you walked with a skip in your step down the path until you reached his car.

“Hi!” You waved through his half-opened, tinted window. To no one’s surprise, his car was a sleek black color with dark, tinted windows, and gold details along the sides. If it didn’t look so oddly sexy you would’ve laughed at how cutely dorky he was for matching his car with his credit card. “This is one hot car.”

He turned his head to the side when you entered the passenger’s seat. “Should I turn the AC higher?”

“Huh— Oh!” You stifled a giggle when you processed the pun he made. “You’re funny, Shouto.”

He only looked a little confused. “Thank you.”

The interior of his car was no less—for lack of better term—sexy than the outside. Leather seats, a large screen for the radio and carplay, and the dashboard and side doors lit up a nice blue color.

“Pretty!” you complimented, poking at the colorful light.

“Want to pick a color?”

Your eyes widened. “It can change colors?!”

Shouto nodded.

“Can it be pink?” you asked intently.

“Light pink or hot pink?”

“Light.”

He swiftly obliged and with a hit of a touchscreen button, the interior lighting changed from blue to pastel pink.

“Green!”

It turned green.

“Orange!”

Cue the orange.

“Purple?”

Purple.

Once you were thoroughly satisfied with Shouto showing you the whole color selection (you were almost embarrassed to admit it kept you entertained for a good ten minutes), you settled on a bright turquoise that reminded you of the color of his left eye.

“Ooh, this color! My favorite,” you said simply, giving him a wide smile.

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he developed a sudden interest in adjusting his rearview mirror. “Hm.”

Shouto drove the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, occasionally asking how your week was outside of work and what type of outfit you wanted to wear so he could have a better idea on where to take you.

“Did you eat?” he suddenly asked when he hit the next stoplight, one hand holding the wheel and the other resting comfortably on the gear shift.

His hands looked nice and slender and soft to the touch. Pretty hands, you thought but shook yourself out of it because you could go down a rabbit hole of examining his hands and going into detail about them.

You remembered the single, measly granola bar you had due to your rush getting ready. “I didn’t really eat yet, no. Did you?”

He shook his head and pulled into a food plaza with lots of stores to choose from. The two of you agreed on a noodle restaurant that apparently had some of the best cold soba (once you learned it was his favorite food, you wanted to be able to have some with him and today was the perfect opportunity to do just that) and promptly headed to the location.

In the shop, a waiter sat the two of you down at a dimly lit booth with the perfect amount of ambience that if someone were to casually look over, they might even mistake this outing as a date.

You grinned at the thought.

“Excited for the soba?” asked Shouto, examining the smile on your face thoughtfully.

That’s not why you were smiling, but it was close enough. “Mhm. And the udon. You can never go wrong with noodles!”

Yes, you got both udon and soba. But in your defense, where else would the fun in life be if not in sugary sweets and carbs?

As the two of you waited for your main dishes, you ate some fish cakes and edamame while talking about the ways in which capitalism could be dismantled. Rather sexy of him, if you did say so yourself.

Before you knew it, you were done with your meal and headed back into his car to go fancy-people shopping. On the remainder of the ride, you asked yourself what color you should pick that would match well with both you and Shouto. After all, nothing said a cute couple who totally liked each other going on a totally real date to a gala like color-coordinated outfits, right?

He parked in front of a street of buildings with a dark glass reaching from ceiling to floor with security guards at the door. Just standing near it made you feel fancy.

“This is a place my sister told me she liked,” he said, leading you to the store front with his hand on the small of your back to guide you. “I hope you’ll find something to your liking.”

You tried your best not to pay too much attention to the warmth you felt both on your back and your stomach from the fuzzy feelings that spread.

“Hello, welcome!” the both of you were greeted as you walked through the doors. The interior of the store was lined with designer dresses, some long, some short, and all incredibly stunning. There were only a few other patrons in the store, but all of them looked so elegant as they tried on their dresses. “It’s so lovely to see you again Mr. Todoroki.”

Shouto nodded subtly. “Hello. This is Y/N, my date to the gala who’ll need your assistance today.”

“Hi!” you chimed in at his cue. “Nice to meet you.”

The worker smiled and made her way over to you. “And you as well. I’m Masuda and I’ll do my best to make sure you leave the store satisfied with your purchase! Did you have a particular style or perhaps color in mind?”

“Umm,” you said sheepishly, looking around the wide variety of clothings and unsure where to start. “I’m not too sure. It’s my first time going to one of these things so maybe something comfortable, but also still...fancy?” You scratched the back of your neck. “Does that even exist?”

“Of course— Just have to find something that feels comfortable to you.” She told you to hold on one moment as she disappear into the rows of fabric.

As Masuda collected some starter dresses for you to try on, a customer walked by with bags of clothes in her hands, her gaze lingering on Shouto, though neither of you paid her much mind.

“In this setting, you look almost fit to be a sugar daddy,” you said jokingly, looking around in awe at the sophisticated yet lavish dresses. “You take all your sugar babies here?”

“Only the ones I really like,” he teased back. His voice was deadpan but there was the telltale hints of a smirk on his face to let you know he was only messing with you.

The door chimed to signal that a customer left and by then Masuda had returned with bundles of fabric draped on her arm. She led you away in a hurry and you hesitantly looked back at Shouto who followed in a safe distance. Seeing your moment of panic, he gave you an encouraging smile that somehow was enough to ease a significant fraction of your nerves. This may be new and confusing territory, but at least he was here to help you through it.

Masuda set a dressing room up for you—it was one of those rooms in the middle of the store with curtains that reached the ceiling and mirrors all around—and placed a bunch of outfits she thought would suit your taste. It reminded you of when a bride would go wedding dress shopping with their family. When you had enough outfits for the first round, she told Shouto to sit down on a leather seat in front of your dressing room while he waited for you to try the different dresses on.

In a way, it felt oddly intimate: Shouto sitting just a few feet in front of you as you undressed, only separated by the veil of a curtain. Would he offer to help button the back of your dress up, fingers brushing against your bare skin? The thought made you feel almost hot inside as you changed out of your street clothes and into the first dress.

Unfortunately for you, this dress had no such difficult buttons to reach.

“How’s it look?” you asked shyly as you emerged from the dressing room.

The dress was pretty and didn’t feel uncomfortable to walk in, but there wasn’t any sort of attachment you felt towards it. In other words, it was simply...meh.

Shouto looked up from his phone to take in the sight of you. He smiled. “You look amazing as always.”

“You think so?” You spun around and curtseyed jokingly and he chuckled. “I don’t think it’s bad, but I’m not sure if it’s the right one.”

“We’ll be here until you find the right one you want, then. Take your time, Y/N.”

His voice was normally on the deeper side, but it sounded even more sensual and gravelly at this very moment. You felt goosebumps on your arms and it wasn’t just because of the sleeveless dress you currently had on.

“T-Thanks, Shouto,” you murmured, turning around and walking back into the changing room to hide the look on your face. You didn’t even know what kind of look you had on your face, but you knew it was one that might give too much away.

It wasn’t fair that he had to be so sweet and caring and thoughtful and handsome and rich… Most guys you met barely fit into one of those criteria, let alone all five. (Sure, the last two weren’t necessary in your opinion, but you couldn’t deny they were a nice bonus.) It was too bad you had no clue how he felt about you.

There were moments where he felt flirty and teasing, like maybe he viewed you in a more-than-friends way. But other times he was so polite and proper and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just being nice because that’s simply the sort of person he was to everyone.

While you were trying to sort through all your thoughts, you completely forgot to change into a new dress the whole time you were in here.

You saw a shadow at the floor of the curtain before a voice said, “Y/N? Are you okay in there?”

Jumping at the sound, you scurried to put the next dress on, a blue one with almost translucent fabric and a delicate neckline. Judging from the proximity of Shouto’s voice and the shadow of his shoes, he was right next to you as you changed.

“I’m okay!” you managed, hoping you didn’t sound as wobbly as you felt. You held the dress closed at the back, fumbling with the fastens. “I just, ah, needed help buttoning this one up.”

A light ruffle on the curtain then a pause. “Should I...come in and help?”

Your eyes widened, not expecting him to actually offer to button it up like you fantasized earlier. You fully thought he might called the worker to aide you just so he wouldn’t risk making you uncomfortable. (Not that he would’ve. At all.)

“I apologize,” he said somewhat tensely after you didn’t respond. “That was indecent of me—”

“No, no!” you said profusely, poking your head out of the curtain while holding the fabric at the front of your dress to your chest. You tilted your chin to meet his gaze with a determined one of your own. “I’d love your help, Shouto.”

With a dusting of pink coloring his cheeks, he nodded and entered your dressing room. “This dress is a nice color on you.” His voice was loud against the silence.

Shouto ran his hand down the length of your spine and then up to unfold the column of buttons on your dress that curved inwards at your movement, his knuckles grazing against your skin like lightning striking water. You jolted at the sudden feeling but he didn’t remove his touch when he felt it.

“Sorry.” His voice was low, almost like a whisper. “Was just getting the buttons out.”

“N-No worries!”

His fingers began working on the bottom-most button at your lower back as he applied a steady pressure on the base of your spine to control the motion. Shouto slowly began his way up, fingertips cold to the touch. But you knew that wasn’t the only reason you felt yourself shiver. As he fastened the dainty buttons with immense concentration (much more concentration than was actually needed to fasten buttons, you were sure), you felt the heat of his breath tickling the back of your neck. You almost couldn’t keep yourself from arching your back in a mixture of anticipation and delight at his constant touch.

When he finished the last button, Shouto let one hand rest on your hip, grasping the fabric between his fingertips to examine its silken texture. Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped back and bumped into his chest, but he was already there to steady you.

With his arm on your waist and your back leaning against his chest, you made eye contact through the mirror in front of you. You weren’t sure if the pounding you felt was from your heart or his or a combination of both.

There was something almost erotic about holding each others’ gaze in the mirror after Shouto just helped you dress, the two of you still not letting the other go despite the task being complete.

“The dress… You look gorgeous,” he said, not taking his eyes off you for one moment.

You nodded slowly. It did look amazing on you. And it was breathable and soft. (Plus, Shouto liked it, which made you happier than you’d care to admit.) “The only downside would be I need help getting into it.”

“We could get ready together so it’s no issue.”

“I’d...also need help getting out of it.”

You held your breath as his eyes darkened, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly in a way that made you curve your back before you remembered you were flush against Shouto and he could feel even the most subtle of movements coming from your body. But by the time you stopped yourself, it was too late. He already felt it and you wanted more.

His voice was hoarse. “I could help you with that too.”

Instead of beginning to unbutton the dress like part of you thought he would, he surprised you by spinning you around to face him, your shoulder blades pressed against the cool glass of the mirror and your palms lingering on the muscles of his warm chest. The contrast of the cold glass and Shouto’s body heat left a shiver down your spine.

“And how do you plan to help take off my dress when you can’t even see the buttons?” you said challengingly, a smirk on your face despite knowing full well your body was showcasing just how affected you were by this situation. By Shouto.

He tilted his head to the side in response to your daring tone, hands swiftly finding their way to your back and unbuttoning the top five buttons. It wasn’t enough to completely expose your breasts, but it was enough to loosen the fabric at the neckline in a way that made you gasp.

“Seems doable to me,” he commented.

You tugged him down slightly by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t quite believe you. Maybe you should prove it.”

A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he cupped your jaw and leaned in closer. You inched forward, eager to meet his lips. But before they could touch, a knock came from the wall next to the curtain, causing the two of you to freeze in your spots, bodies pressed against each other in an intimate flush.

“Hello, Y/N?” said Masuda cheerfully, blissfully ignorant about what was about to happen in a public dressing room in the middle of the store. “How are the dresses coming along? Did you like any?”

“Ah, actually…” you trailed off, exchanging frustrated but amused glances with Shouto. “I think we’ll take this one.”

a/n: so...mirror sex/sex in a dressing room as a bonus chapter? u.u why yes of course. i’m one step ahead; did u even have to ask? LMAO and hm i wonder if y/n’s fEeLiNGs~ are reciprocated skfkfkdg ALSO THEY WERE SO CLOSE TO KISSING BUT DIDN’T I CRY hopefully the wait will be worth it ;3

what to expect in the next part:

GALA TIMEEEE

yes y/n finally gets the fancy candy they so desired

we get to see shouto’s sexy penthouse

shouto says eat the rich >:c

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bbiemochi · 4 years ago

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I love the ask box name for starters omj,,, also may I request a diluc x blind reader (oneshot, headcanons, whatever you can do for this <3)? As someone who seriously needs glasses to see straight and who has been previously blind I’d love to see this, take your time and tyvm in advance

ps may you tag me because it shows as a notification that way ty

𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 | diluc ragnvindr x reader

[an]: yes yes hi~! tysm for requesting! <33 ndjsjdsjs omg i had to take a breather while writing this—i think i added too much fluff i love this man sm JSSJSJSJS

summary: despite being blind without the help of your glasses, diluc was always there to lend a hand for you from your lovable sight <33

genre: fluff!

pairing: diluc ragnvindr x blind!reader

***

this man would so watch over you all the time.

although he is very busy, he’d make sure you’re not in trouble again from looking for your spectacles around, it would be quite hard for you indeed without nothing to see.

if you did lose your glasses, he would of course hand it over to you before he would kiss the crown of your head, calling you an ‘idiot’ for not being careful enough around your area.

however, if you break your glasses—

he would buy you a new one ofc. maybe something even better with the help of your permission obviously. you needed to take eye exams after all.

if he wasn’t around, he would ask someone he knows (even kaeya) to look after you just in case your glasses falls off your face again. it wasn’t unusual for him to do that, it’s just that kaeya would tease him for being lovable towards you. guessed that love made him blind.

mondstadt was quite busy today.

including today is the windblume festival, your good friend venti told you to collect some windwheel asters for the festival decorations with the acting grand master’s permission. and so you did since you had nothing else to do but get ready for the festival.

passing by to floral whispers after running out of locations to pick some windwheel asters, you shyly excused the young lady; donna. “uhmm, excuse me…” you called in a soft tone. donna kindly greeted you. “oh! hello, miss y/n!”

“oh hi, donna!” you greeted back. “is miss flora here today?”

“oh, sadly she isn’t available right now at the moment…” donna replied in a disappointing voice. “but in the meantime, i’m here to give a hand for a while in the shop,” she adds with a sweet smile. you smiled back, “ah, that’s good to hear thank you, donna.”

“of course. now, what may i help you with?”

adjusting your glasses, you fixed up your posture and continued to chat with donna, “oh errr, do you guys still have any windwheel asters in your shop?” you questioned the young lady, trying your best to carry the bundles of windwheel asters inside your basket. “i need them for the festival decorations…and for my friend.” donna happily nods her head, “yes, indeed we still have windwheel asters. how many would you like to have?”

“just 5 more pieces please and that’ll be enough.”

“understood. wait here, i’ll gather some for you,” she answered and began to collect the windwheel asters for you in their shop. while waiting for donna to grab some of the mentioned flowers, you heard a group of children running by from the side of the adventurer’s guild receptionist; katheryn. and they also seemed like they were running towards your direction, all bright and sunny. the reason is visible, it is the windblume festival after all.

not really paying attention to the children, you continued on waiting…until, one of them bumped into your way—and not just a normal bump, a bump that really made you almost fall back. but it was your glasses that fell…and that was a bad sign. since, you can’t see without your glasses in your face.

“oh, sorry for bumping into you!” one of the children (who assumed they were the one that hit you) shouted in an apologetic way, and thus they continued to run off to have fun. until one of the children had to stop them from running off. “hey! you just jumped into miss y/n! you should apologize with full respect!” they shouted. the kid brushed the back of his neck, nervously. although for you, this wasn’t fun. you can’t see clearly without your glasses after all. “it’s quite alright, kids! don’t worry but…oh no oh no! where are my glasses!? i can’t see without them!” you muttered to yourself in panic, crouching down to the ground to look for your glasses. this was very bad, in every item you touched it was either a rock or something else that your mind seemed similar to the shape of your glasses. if it wasn’t from a previous accident, you would’ve been needing glasses right now to see straight…

as your hands continued to scatter around the area in search of your glasses, you heard one of the children whisper; “hey guys look! it’s master diluc!” before you felt a hand land on top of your palms, a cold thin feeling inserting on top of the shell of your ear as your sight began to become visible again. diluc ragnvindr, was holding your cheeks with his usual expression on his face. your face exploded in red when you realized how close the two of you are. “ah…hi diluc.”

“you guys, what do you say when you accidentally bumped into someone?” diluc turns over to the children’s direction, not paying attention to any of your pleading of him to stop. the kids shyly bowed their heads, “we’re sorry, miss y/n! we’ll be careful next time!” diluc nodded his head. “very good. be careful around your area next time. off you guys go now, have fun.”

“thank you, master diluc! we will! c’mon guys!” and off the children went. helping you stand up, diluc flicked your forehead, causing a small shriek from you. “and for you, pay attention in your surroundings. i told you this billions of times, darling,” he says before you felt a kiss land on your forehead.

the now loud chatter of mondstadt suddenly became quiet when you felt all eyes on you two.

the children who you were expecting to be gone earlier were staring at the two of you with wide eyes, quinn and beatrice doing the same along with donna who’s hand was still holding onto the windwheel asters. also add margaret, flora who was heading back and some favonius knights who were just walking by. they were surprised that the cold owner of the greatest tavern of all mondstadt could show affection…in public. you felt more heat rise up to your cheeks. to finish this off, diluc whispers: “meet me at the tavern later. i know it’ll be full at that hour but meet me there after you hanged those windwheel asters,” and then he walked away towards angel’s share.

your face was still pumping red, the children ran straight to you after diluc disappeared, asking if you and diluc were dating or could possibly be married. you tried your best to avoid their questions and quickly grabbed the windwheel asters from the still shocked donna and payed for them before running away to find venti.

afterwards you were gone, flora looked over to donna, “told you master diluc already has someone~”

“i uh….hmph!”

***

the tavern was loud indeed.

drunkards from side to side, bards taking over the stage of angel’s share and the calm and sealing lights of the tavern was warm yet had a nice aura for a loud night at the festival. rosaria and kaeya both greeted you with a warm aura as well, along with diluc with a kind wave. this day was the best, it was like the day where everyone in mondstadt could have an exciting celebration to the winds. after helping noelle & amber out to hang the asters, you of course headed straight to the tavern along with a flower crown hanging on your head (made by klee herself).

taking a seat down next to rosaria, you already knew that the calvary knight was starting to get drunk. “y’know? i’m sort of confused on what you find interesting about diluc, y/n. i mean, isn’t he boring?” he says a bit too loud. diluc sends a cold glare to kaeya as rosaria almost laughs at his statement, “too straightforward, kaeya. you’re a dumbass.”

“just saying. diluc, do you know how to kiss someone? just asking of course, i mean, including with someone with glasses. doesn’t that like…hurt your face or something?” you chuckled awkwardly. “i mean…i don’t think it hurts him that much…i-i mean! well, uhhh i don’t know for sure if it does but—

“are you asking me to demonstrate to you how we kiss?” diluc cuts you off and it just sends you as a burning bunch. kaeya laughs. “of course not, dear bro! i was just asking. hey rosaria, you gotta try drinking this—this is just a masterpiece of a drink.”

“hmm, do tell…” rosaria replies until something fell from her seat. the two immediately looked down to see what it was, and before you could help along, you felt diluc’s hand take your glasses off, and then a blurred sight crashed upon your vision. yet, you can tell that it’s his lips your sealed with. it didn’t take long until the two of you pulled away and diluc gently returned your glasses back to your face, rosaria and kaeya both stood back up at their seats, holding onto mora. “ugh, just a single drop of mora. thought it was something important,” rosaria scoffs.

“waste of time that—that was the one that caught our attention from drinking—huh? hey y/n, you good? you’re as stiff as a mannequin,” kaeya questions, looking at your red and frozen figure. diluc could only chuckle at your state right now. he knew you could get flustered, but not this flushed. a lovable sight indeed.

bonus:

“donna you seemed to be in a bad mood,” paimon’s sentence made her more in a bad mood. the young lady scoffs, ignoring her comment. then after, she sighs. “i guess master diluc wasn’t the one for me after all…miss y/n is so lucky, i wish i was her…”

“again, paimon wants to know what’s master diluc’s gotta do with this!”

***

a/n: first request! hope you liked it ;w;

requests: opened! ^w^

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #i actually love this #this idea is *chef’s kiss*

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dangfellows · 6 years ago

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Hello~! Anon who asked what the limit is here! I was hoping for some EugeneXReader fluff/angst/misc! (sorry thats so many lol). maybe when they are on patrol, or maybe even at the SZ idk. its up to you! The starters id love to use are "Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?" "Maybe."; "Is that blood?" "...No?" ; and "I think im in love with you." I know it might be a little tricky, sorry!!! tysm for ur time! *huggles*

Eugene x Reader

Warnings: Panic attack scene, angst

Words: 1,085

You wandered the halls of the school with Eugene. It was getting a bit late, so you wanted to wrap up this night patrol and get to sleep. As much as you did love spending time with your crush, you were at a point where you weren’t sure what you two were at all. And honestly? You were too afraid to ask. So, the two of you leisurely strolled down the hall. Your eyes droopy from exhaustion, you nodded along to his jokes. You yawned when he suddenly stopped.

“Y/N, did you hear that?” He whispered. His tone had changed from goofing around to incredibly serious. However, it went unnoticed due to your sleep-deprived based delirium.

“Hear what?” You groaned, stretching your arms out. Eugene’s attention snapped behind him. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the nearest room. He looked around for a decent place to hide when he realized he had rushed into a bathroom. The blond cursed under his breath before shoving you into a stall and clamoring into the next one over.

“Stand on the toilet and lock the door,” he whispered. You were slightly more alert at this point, and followed his instructions.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, peering over the top of the stall to look at him. He was shorter than you by a mere two inches, so you did actually have to look down at him a little. Then, instead of answering, Eugene put his finger to his lips to shush you. A few minutes of silence passed.

“We’re good,” Eugene said, hopping down off of the toilet. You were about to follow suit when your foot slipped and landed in the bowl. Thankfully, nothing was in it aside from clear water. However, it was still nasty.

“Gross…” you muttered.

“Did you seriously get your foot stuck in a toilet?” He teased as you tried to pull your foot out. After a couple of tugs, you triumphantly freed yourself.

“Maybe.” You replied as you walked out of your stall like nothing had happened. You poked your head out through the door, scanning the hallway for zombies. You saw nothing, and beckoned for Eugene to come out. The two of you strolled through the hall back up to where the classrooms were. You were both as silent as you could possibly be. Eventually, you passed an open room you didn’t recognize. It looked awfully grotesque.

“Is that blood…?” you asked, referring to the dark substance splattered across the walls. You were starting to feel sick to your stomach.

“No,” Eugene said, nudging you forward. He didn’t want you to see that longer than you had to. He could tell how nervous the sight made you. As you walked away, images of your parents flashed through your brain. You stopped in the hallway, frozen. Eugene was calling your name, but his voice was drowned out by your heartbeat. It had been awhile since you had these thoughts, but you became incredibly anxious. What happened to your family? Your pets and siblings? What about your friends from school and the neighborhood? You were so deep in panic, you didn’t notice you had crumpled to the floor. What brought you back to the present was Eugene’s arms wrapping around you. He held you against his chest, letting you ride out your emotions. After a few minutes, your breathing slowed, and you could see again. You were leaning against Eugene in the middle of a hallway. You turned to look at him. He had a soft look in his eyes that you were unfamiliar with.

“You feeling any better?” He asked. You wiped your eyes and nodded. What a horrible feeling. You leaned into Eugene, wanting to stay comfortable like that for as long for as long as you could. Eventually, he pulled away from you.

“We should get going, yeah?” You nodded in response. He stood up first before holding his hand out. You reached for it, letting him hoist you up. Eugene gave you a soft smile before shoving his hands into his pockets. He strolled down the hallway, not waiting for you to catch up. You felt cold without his arms around you. Empty, almost. You awkwardly jogged to catch up with him. The two of you were silent on the trip back to the classrooms.

After having met in 1C with the others, you all disbanded to get some rest. Eugene hadn’t said much to you during the meeting. You paused on your way to your room, turning to steal a glance at him. His door slid shut as you did so. You sighed and walked to your classroom.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Ethan called. You bid him goodnight. You stopped in front of your door. The events from earlier briefly played through your mind, as if it were a movie on a screen. You turned around and trudged over to Eugene’s room, only giving yourself about 3.07 seconds to think this decision through. The door slid open after a couple of knocks.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” You asked, not even giving Eugene a chance to say anything first. He stared at you blankly.

“What?”

“Why? Have? You? Been? Ignoring? Me? It’s a simple question.” Eugene scratched the back of his neck and looked to the floor.

“I haven’t been ignoring you.”

“Bullshit. Ever since I had my…incident…you’ve been avoiding me. You’ve barely said a word to me.�� Your eyes stung with tears. "Why?” Eugene’s gaze fell back on you.

“It was hard. Seeing you in such a state of panic and hopelessness. I couldn’t do anything to help you, Y/N. I wanted to protect you. But there was nothing I could do. It…it just sucked, yknow?” He wiped his face, avoiding eye contact at this point. Your demeanor softened. You stepped closer and took Eugene in your arms.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you shouldn’t be apologizing. I shouldn’t have been a jerk. You needed me and I just abandoned you.” There was silence after that. The two of you just stood in the doorway hugging each other. After about five minutes, you had a realization. Your head was buried in the crook of his neck.

“I think I’m in love with you…” you mumbled.

“What?” Eugene was shocked. He wasn’t sure if he heard you right or if it was just his imagination. You pulled away from the embrace to look at him.

“I think I’m in love with you."

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