#also sorry but i am obsessed with the 3rd gif and how well it worked together once i realized i had multiple scenes of her leaving

[cinematicnomad]

9-1-1 ▸ and i'm split in half, but that'll have to do

[k3lynn]

mine — katsuki bakugou

yandere! katsuki bakugou x reader

cw: yandere au, 3rd year bakugou, violence, reader got female genitalia, anger, off-“screen” murder, mention of (minor) character death, blood, lucidness, possessiveness, degradation, manipulation, stalking, threats, masturbation, implication of sex, swearing, assault, narcissism, horror, slightly delusional katsuki, panic attack, non con, mention of suicide

- I do not condone any of the behavior here, nor do I try to romanticize it. (definition: make it seem like a good thing) any future/current dark fics are purely for entertainment purposes. Also, I don’t think bakugou would EVER do this- I’m just using some dark traits he used to have and twisting them to fit this situation. Not completely proof read and edited, I am exhausted right now I’m sorry. I say some mean things about some characters but I don’t mean it 💗

words: 1.8k

𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙽𝙷𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 // 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

WHY WON’T YOU LOOK AT ME.

Poor little Y/N. You’ve caught the Big Bad Wolf’s attention. Ready to snatch you up and drag you into the deepest parts of the forest where no one will ever find you.

You’ll be all mine, and I’ll be the only thing you’ll ever have to see again.

You’ve been in the same class for 3 years now- and all he had to show for it is an occasional wave, and a shy little “Hi Bakugou” every morning that made his heart leap out of his chest.

Enough for most, but not for him.

In turn, he would tsk. Facing away and setting his head down on the desk- attempting to hide the roaring blush adorning his cheeks and the subtle shuffling in his pants- the way your voice alone could make his balls tighten in need.

Still- you give him merely a glance. He is always around you, but your attention is given to someone else.

Any extra would overlook his grumbling for typical-Katsuki doing his own thing. In reality, he’s holding himself back from snapping and taking you by force.

He wants you to come to him.

You have no reason not to. He’s perfect. Probably the best student to ever enter U.A. High, and on path to become the best pro hero to ever graduate from it.

Coming first in both the Entrance Exams AND the sports festival- a victory he still denies, holding some of the highest grades in class- 3rd only to some geek girl he could easily out-rank in combat and that shitty half n’ half. Even perceptiveness, intellect, and determination that can rival dumb Deku.

He even possesses great skills in cooking and music- Katsuki is a natural-born genius. Anybody who isn’t conscious towards his incredible talents might as well be living under a rock-

Unbeknownst to you, he’s giving you the generous chance to decide when you’ll be his. But his patience wears thinner every day.

It would have only taken a second to turn around in your seat and notice his piercing red eyes glaring at the back of your head.

So why don’t you notice me.

-

He doesn’t understand why it’s you he obsesses about. He can’t even remember when this whole mess started.

He tried denying his feelings. But quickly- they built up and festered inside him, begging to come out. Love, possessiveness, same thing.

Whether it be watching your twist and turn in the obstacle course- then running to the nearest bathroom to furiously grip his cock.

Snatching your chapstick when you’re not looking and rubbing it all around his own lips- imagining that’s what your lips would taste like if you just kissed him-

Restraining you during combat training by wrapping his arms around you- squeezing your breast a little more than necessary. Pinning you to the floor until you admit defeat.

Or even sneaking into your dorm while you’re in the shower to grab a new pair of panties from your dirty laundry, adding it to the stash he keeps hidden under his bed.

Stalking you. Keeping you close at all times without you even knowing it.

Indeed, he knows he’s a sick and twisted human being.

But by now he hardly cares- he’s worked too hard to ever even imagine of changing his perfect target. Nobody is more deserving of you than him.

So if he has to confront, threaten, and beat every single person in this stupid school to monopolize you for himself- he gladly will. Anyone who goes againts that is challenging him.

He scoffs anytime a boy approaches you- it’s well known around school that anyone who attempts to buddy up with you mysteriously ends up in a hospital room with no recollection of what happened. People even started seeing you as a sign of bad luck.

He’s nice enough to allow you some friends though. But only ones who will guarantee you’ll be around him as much as possible.

So you sit with him, Kirishima, racoon eyes, dunce face, and tape boy in lunch. No one else. Right in front of him.

You’re chatting away with Mina, but unusually, something special came up in conversation.

He always stays focused on his lunch- switching between listening in and day dreaming about bending you over the lunch table and grinding on your ass-

Katsuki’s stomach dropped. His eyes widened- what did Mina just say?

There’s a boy in the management department, a quirkless 2nd year nobody smart enough to somehow get into U.A.

And he asked you out on a date after school.

Shit.

No.

No no no no-

No- this isn’t how it’s supposed to-

My throat burns.

When did he- when did you-

You’re going to say no, right?

I cant breathe.

You don’t like anyone- I know this

I know everything about you- I-

My chest hurts-

You’re mine.

And if he thinks I’ll share then I’ll-

“Mina stop being so loud please...” your delicate little voice whispered.

The rest of the table already took notice of what was going on- bombarding you with questions that made you flustered.

“Woah woah- Y/n, what’s your answer?” dunce face peeps out, Bakugou swore he could smack that grin off his face right then and there.

Katsuki turns to look at you again- a chill traveling down his spine once he made eye contact, but your stare quickly fell to the floor.

“I’m not sure yet- probably not.. ha.” You shrugged- a light pink dusting over your cheeks. The others, satisfied, dismiss the topic.

Had it have been anybody else observing, they wouldn’t have thought much of it. But Katsuki knows you like the back of his hand. Successfully deceiving him would be harder than taking down All For One.

You’re lying... aren’t you? In front of him too- All because of this quirkless fucking loser-

Katsuki hates lies.

.

.

.

I’m going to kill him.

-

The walk back to your dorm was disappointing to say the least. But you can’t expect someone to be in the best of moods when they’ve been stood up.

You almost couldn’t believe it either- he had seemed so kind and genuine that you stood there for an extra 2 hours. But that’s your luck with boys-

‘I hope you got a good laugh out of it, jerk.’ You huffed before inserting the key into your rooms lock.

Turning on the lights, you allow your eyes to adjust for a moment before stepping inside and walking to your desk.

“You were waiting for that jackass for so long I almost started thinking you would never come back...”

You let out a startled cry before dropping your keys and whirling around in a flash- recognizing Katsuki’s back as he slowly closes the door.

“Bakugou? Why are you-“

“was he really that special.”

“What do you mean was....“ It’s then you noticed the blood dripping down his arms and hands- your door decorated with the same shade of crimson.

“oh my god.. Bakugou,”

That’s why the poor boy never showed up.

You knew about Katsuki’s “little” crush on you for a while now. His stares weren’t exactly the most subtle after all-

You found his uncertainty adorable, heck, a part of you was waiting for him to confess. But you would have never imagined his infatuation went this far.

“It doesn’t matter anyway. He’ll never love you as much as I do.”

He lifts his head, and your eyes meet his. Bloodshot- as if he’d been crying, but the evident smirk on his face showed nothing but pure malice.

“Not that he’ll ever get the chance to anyways”

He’s too fast, too close to the door, he has all the advantage in this situation. But you have to try. You have to leave this room at this very moment or you may never make it out alive. There’s no reasoning with him.

You clutch your heart. He steps forward, and you instinctively bolt to the door.

A few easy moves and he has you pinned by the neck on the ground, legs bent and used to hold your arms from jerking too much. His free hand is outstretched, creating small explosions that made you automatically stiffen your movement.

“Bakugou please- I won’t ever tell anyone, we can forget about this and I’ll pretend it neve-“

“I don’t need you to be quiet. I’m the boy who rejected a direct offer from the League of Villains, one of the best students in U.A. high- even if you do rat me out, they’ll never believe you...”

His grip on your neck tightened- nails cutting through skin and little droplets of blood start showing up. His hand starts heating up and a panic courses through your veins.

“I’ll kill you before they even begin to suspect me.”

Choked sobs escape your lips from the pain and fear surging through your body- “I- I thought you said you lo-loved me.”

“I do... that’s why you’ll be mine forever.”

He leaned down, low enough for you to feel his warm breath- then used his tongue to sadistically lick off the tears running down your cheek, a salty but satisfying flavor entering his mouth.

“In this life, and the next. It’s up to you when we see the later.”

You nod, hoping he relaxes the pressure on your neck. His face softens, something you swore you would never see in Bakugou. He releases his hold.

“You made me mess up your neck, next time don’t be so mean.”

He tilted your chin up, observing the scratches and bruises littered all around it. As soon as he determines there’s no serious injury, he picks you up to lay you on your bed. Climbing in next to you and wrapping an arm around your hips.

“Couples cuddle like this all the time don’t they.”

You gave him silence, although he didn’t mind. With one glare he had you shuffling to move closer to his chest.

“they also kiss.”

You know that right now, there’s no point in fighting. So you give in to what he wants in hopes that one day, you’ll break free from the hold he secretly had on you for so long. You’ll play along. You’ll survive.

You shudder as his hands reach to cradle your cheek, wiping the blood of the boy all over it. He loved it. It proved he won. He gave a light kiss to your lips before attacking your neck, set on putting a new type of bruise on you.

“You should start calling me Katsuki.”

“Ka- Katsuki.” You barely managed to whimper out.

He caresses your hair, cooing soft whispers into your ear in an attempt to calm your sniffling. An action you would have seen as sweet if it weren’t for the constant threat of death over your shoulder.

Your breath hitches in horror as you feel his warm hands trail down your body, gripping your smooth inner thigh before delicately starting to drag his fingers up.

“You know...

You silently beg for him to stop.

“There’s one more thing couples do.”

-if anyone is interested- should I make a part 2? (Future edit, I’m not satisfied with this, I might end up rewriting in the future)

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i don't know if it will be of any value to you but still: usually when i go fic hunting i only shoot for smut, because it interests me the most, for many reasons. since getting into arcane i've done that sort of fic hunting a lot, and read a few non-smuts in the process, but none had much of an effect on me, let alone enough to check out what other works the author has written. you though, are the first writer who doesn't write smut (apart from like, one or two mild vanco scenes?) but i straight up subscribed to on ao3 anyway (and i can count my subscribed authors on one hand). your writing is simply amazing. the pacing, the emotions, how you build on top of canon in a very specific way and get it to work in your favor. it pulled me in instantly and made me stay. and i regret nothing. i think i've read all of your arcane fics so far and am genuinely considering putting aside my prejudice against star wars and watching it just to read what you've done in the star wars fandom as well. just wanted you to know that. quite a few of your fics i think back to on a daily basis, and nothing feels quite as joyous as waking up from a nap to a notification about a new work of yours. just wanted to say it. i wish you all the best 💗

Hey Anon, sorry I took a couple days to reply. You think this sort of nuclear grade compliment can be of "no value" to me? Or any writer? Gosh, do I have a bridge to sell you. Seriously, I nearly swallowed my tongue reading this and then needed to sleep on it two nights in a row before the emotions subsided enough to tackle the answer.

Rare is the writer who doesn't thrive on compliments of their work, and rarer still are the compliments higher than "I'll get in a shitty fandom to follow you" or "I love all your work despite your suspicious levels of aroace flavoured genfics" or "you're like my 3rd sub"

You can't imagine me red enough in the face, right now, as I answer this ask. What am I supposed to say? Thank you? A Keysmawjenfkjwenfkfn? A GIF??

I'm deeply honoured and flattered both, and I'll strive extra hard to go on, and *at the very least* wrap up all my Arcane WIPs (SW fans who follow me and read this are invited to shut up and not comment on that, I'm not taking sass or feedback at the moment)

Alright, this being said... I'd encourage you to try out my Original short stories before you go down the route of Star Wars, even if some of those are really old. I add to the series slowly. The ones I'm most proud of are All Father (historical fantasy in ancient Gaul), The Teacher (introspective sci-fi with body horror elements), and Blink (Urban fantasy FBI case). Bear in mind all my works were hit by the fucking kudos bot fairy so they all have around 38 to 42 extra guest kudos that mean nothing.

Then I'd even recommend this Little Red Riding Hood one shot (mind the tags) over Star Wars.

Why, do you ask? Well, even if some of my best works are Star Wars, and some of the best fics I've read are also Star Wars... Well...

It's extremely dicey to recommend Star Wars as a fandom. I fell in the cauldron as a child, you see. Wore my French dubbed tapes down to nothing, rewatching the entire trilogy every day sometimes, in the summer holidays. I was *obsessed*. I had an articulated Jabba the Hutt toy ffs. Then I moved on, I suppose, even if I watched every film... I didn't read the comics, or the books. I played a couple prequels Play Station games but not the rest (games were forbidden on the side of the fam that raised me).

Then at the ripe age of like 29, I picked up the Thrawn novels out of curiosity, wanting more SW content that wasn't the hot trash sequels. It was like falling down a rabbit hole.

Now I've watched everything but rebels, played more games, read more comics, fell head first into the fanfic side of fandom, even picked up digital painting just to do fanart for it... But it's STILL A FUCKING CURSED FANDOM.

I can't, in good conscience, recommend it. I COULD give you exact pointers to watch stuff which I believe is super well done. I still feel like the Original Trilogy (OT) is an undying classic that you should watch because they're good and fun cinema. [Although I warmly recommend you pirate the original, non-CGI augmented version of the film, even if you have D*sney+. The CGI-redone version sucks ass]

But almost *everything else* that came out of SW is fucked one way or another. Shitty CGI or acting, childish dynamics, plot hole galore, problematic and insensitive attitudes on the creators' part, and most infuriatingly: derivative, cash grabbing, cameo ridden drivel packed in unoriginal storylines and foreeeverrrr more problematic shit. It's... Not *good* to be a SW fan. It's a fantastic universe, and the sand box offers so so soooo much.

But I don't write fics because the universe is so cool, like in Arcane. I write Star Wars fics because the canon, outside of the OT, has a tendency of being infuriating and broken. I write to fix. I read to fix. To expend on all the stuff they never bothered to cover.

We're always angry in the SW fandom, and D*sney is milking us in the most disrespectful way possible. I'm HATING the BoBF show, and I STILL have to watch it, and feel my fan soul crumple as they drag out my favourite characters in live action and make them look shit and do nonsense stuff. It's like a curse. Like I can't not watch, even though I wish I could.

*Sigh*

This being said... Some of my fics are easy to get into fandom blind... Watching the OT gives a good grasp of the universe. If you are the type who enjoys drinking while watching B movies, and/or have friends who are into SW... You could probably get yourself through the Prequel Trilogy. They're corny, look garbage (omg don't even try SW fans, I wear the shield of 60+ TCW era fics to my name) and the only two actors actually pulling their weight and having fun are Ian McDiarmid and Christopher Lee. BUT, the Story under the dumpster fire is excellent. The meme potential is very well known. My prequels meme folder is a place of endless tears of joy and I can always use it as a pick-me-up lol

There's potential. It's not a good trilogy, but it's a peak quality sandbox!

Next up, the Clone Wars TV series fills up so many blanks in that era and story... It entirely fixes the character of Anakin Skywalker, introduces undying loves like Ahsoka Tano and Cad Bane... But—again, always, forever with the BUT—the first 3 seasons are a slog, every episode featuring Padme or the droids is like sand paper to the brain. From season 4 onward it becomes a tolerable kid's show, and then all of a sudden you're hooked... And out of nowhere the final season is like "Hi, let me punch you in the fucking GUTS"

I have stoic guy friends who fucking cried in that finale. It also ends up looking gorgeous. So of course it lulls you in that false sense of security... Like you can finally enjoy some SW content without qualms... And then literally the next show you pick up slaps you in your damn fool face, and it feels sticky, so you rub your cheek and your fingers come off white and you go "Aaah yes, I was wearing my clown makeup"

So anyway... I'd LOVE to see you come fall down and suffer with us. There IS joy to be had in this fandom, and it's possible you'll find more for yourself than most, by virtue of not being one of the fans who were reared by a set of video tapes. Seeing Luke's character being put in a blender might not make you want to retch your soul out.

But I don't want to be the one who brings you down. I'd have less qualms luring you into the Hannibal fandom than SW. Or honestly I could point you towards single episodes, recaps, AMVs, or even just gif sets, that are all you really need to enjoy some of my works.

No matter what, I'm deeply, profoundly flattered by the emotion, anon, and I kiss you on the mouth and spin you around and show you all my blooming crops you've so thoroughly watered.

[anondt-blog]

Obsessed 1/?

A/N: Hi guys! Here’s that series we previously mentioned. No better day to publish than a Tuesday, am I right? I have no idea how long this will be, or if it will even be seen... lol. But, if it is, I hope ya’ll like it! I would appreciate any feedback. As of right now, there is no summary, because even I don’t know what’s going to happen! So please, bare with me. And read it. Also, V opposed to the main character (Alexia) having a name versus y/n. I hope you enjoy our first ever series, I would love to write more for you. - A. Warnings: Cursing. Word count: 2k.

The bitter washed back taste of clear liquid hit my tastebuds in my already shaky hands. It was 6:03 am. I say shaky because you know how you first wake up and the blood flow still needs to rush to your hands? Yeah, that. I also say washed back because this water had been sitting on my night stand for a couple nights now. Agh, anyways… 6:03 am. First day of senior year and back to school. I know people are always whining and complaining but I didn’t mind school, ever, actually. The mornings, the essays, the readings, none of it was a big deal. 
I smiled to myself in my hazily lit room with the sun trying to pour through my gray curtains. My window was opened a crack from my sister, Veronica and I, sneaking out to hike to a water fall the night before. Yeah, just the two of us, being absolutely dangerous and reckless when we had to be back early the next morning. 
I gave the wall next to me three knocks. Waiting… waiting… 
 *three half assed knocks*. 
 I threw myself out of my bed and sprang for my sisters room right next door. 
“Open those green eyes, my little marshmallow, it’s go time little shit!”
I was jumping up and down on Veronica’s bed, trying my best to not completely lose my balance and step on her. 
 “I actually hate how much of a morning person you are…” her morning voice crept through. 
she groaned rubbing her eyes, grabbing her glasses. 
 I pounced myself from her bed back to the ground, flashing a wide smile at her before running down stairs and making us both some tea. 
It was a ritual for us. Planning our day or just catching up over some of my chai, and her berries and cherries. 
“How’s your knee doing?” Startling me, nearly making me spill hot water all over myself. 
I looked down at the raw skin still building, touching it to see if its fully scabbed. 
“Eh, not fully there, should scab soon though…”
After a couple moments of silence Veronica dared to ask… 
“Have you talked to… him?” 
The tea in my mouth almost became bitter as the name ran through my head. 
I rolled my eyes and threw the rest of my tea in the sink. 
 “Now… in what fucked up universe would that happen again?” 
Veronica looked around and gave me a shrug. I ran my fingers through my hair then held my face at the memory. 
“It’s 6:30, we’ve gotta get up and going for the seniors big day, no?”
 “As well as the juniors first day back…”
 We both smiled and raced each other upstairs. 
I pinned some strands of my hair back, letting some fall to frame my face. I threw on some black jeans that probably needed a wash, then a fitted burgundy henley and grabbing some black heeled boots on my way back down because we had to leave within the next couple of minutes. 
“You look nice, showing some cleavage but not too much, bringing all the boys to the yard…” 
She said swishing all her hair in one swift movement to one side, letting her chocolate locks flow. 
 “You don’t look too bad yourself… Is that my shirt?” 
 “And thats all the time we’ve got for today folks! Can’t be late for the first day back…” 
I rolled my eyes and let it slide. Grabbing our book bags and my sister already deciding what we’d be listening to for the car ride. 
 Long Valley High School wasn’t as bad as some made it seem. Jersey was beautiful, and so were the schools. Big libraries and nicely funded class rooms, we couldn’t complain. 
In the midst of my admiration or just the white noise in my mind, I was disrupted when Veronica slapped my shoulder. 
“Ow! What the-…” 
 “Ummm… don’t look right away but ex bestie and you know who strolling by in 3…2…1…” 
I pretended to get my stuff together as they walked by my car, then looked when I counted to five in my head. 
Somehow I was able to catch a whiff of him. Memories began to replay in my head and then an all to familiar scent disrupted them. My ex best friend, Giselle Walsh. Her favorite Victoria Secret perfume robbing the trail of something I once considered home. I looked up to catch her flicking her long, silky, black hair off of her shoulders. She stopped only a couple yards from my car, just to make sure I was watching… 
Giselle threw herself around him, leaving small kisses on his neck, and before I could watch the morning make out, Tommy decided to jump on the hood of my car, scaring the shit out of me, and blocking my view. 
 “HEY! Ready to beat the piss out of this year then skin it alive?!” 
I looked down at my hands that were fidgeting with my keys, and laid my head back on the head rest. 
“God, I missed your fucked up sense of humor, hug me.” 
Tommy pulled me out of my drivers seat for a nice warm embrace against his cold jean jacket. 
 Tommy. A family friend since the 3rd grade. We actually used to hate each other until we got paired up for a scene in a play and forgot our lines together. Scarred us so good we had to share the embarrassment, it’s also a fantastic story we tell every holiday season. Inseparable since. 
“You smell like… perfume I got you last Christmas?” 
I nodded with devious smirk. Giving Tommy my hands to make them warm again. After all, it was mid September in Jersey, weather was getting pretty nippy. 
My smirk dropped when I felt eyes on me, 
“He’s looking isn’t he?”
 Tommy smiled their way and delivered a wave, 
 “Yup, wanna make out so he really has something to look at?”
 “That wouldn’t work, everyone knows you’re gay.” 
Tommy gasped and said with a wink,
 “Straight for you any day.” 
“I’m keeping count of how many times she’s rolled her eyes this morning and we are close to double digits and it’s only 8 in the morning.” Veronica added while getting out of the car.
 Tommy gave out both his arms, in an escort manner. 
“Well, are my lovely females ready to be escorted by the schools best defender?”
 Veronica and I smirked at each other and took Tommy’s arms. And together we walked my sister to her first class, chemistry. 
 “Curb stomp the shit out of those elements, V.” 
 “You are more violent than normal this morning, what was in your coffee?” 
“Pre-workout… or was it adderall? Can’t remember…”
 In actual deep thought, Tommy trailed off and began to rub his chin.  
With widened eyes now Veronica shook her head and replied, 
“Oh my god, well… Lunch? Tables? Find me?”
 Tommy and I looked at each other and gave a nod, arms still locked. 
We gave Veronica a wave and headed to the other side of the building. Mine and Tommy’s schedules were almost always identical. Except he had weights last period, and I got to take his smelly ass home while he tried to shove his armpit in my face almost the whole drive. 
 Hearing the late bell, Tommy and I continued to stroll down the halls without a care in the world, laughing about my slight gimp because of the scab on my knee. 
Five minutes or so had passed when we made it to room 126, English. Tommy grabbed the door for me and bowed, I curtsied in reply. On our way in, Tommy decided to comment on Miss. Collins ensemble of the day. 
“Miss. Collins, looking classy as ever.” 
“Thomas Reeds, you and Miss. Fahl are late and it’s only the first day back, we don’t need that scholarship to throw itself away, now do we?”
 I tried to hide my laugh while Tommy’s expression had dead panned. 
 “I’m sorry Miss. Collins, won’t happen again…” I said while dragging Tommy to our seats. 
“Mhm, heard that before… Alright, class…” Miss. Collins voice began to fade in and out of my ears while she was going over the syllabus and the readings we would be doing for this semester. 
I began to zone out on a smudge left on the white board before Tommy pulled my hair to get my attention… 
 “So? Anything?” 
 “You and my sister are both on a ringer about that this morning. I don’t know what you guys expect… it was just once.” 
“I almost can’t even look at him and we have weights together. Don’t be surprised if I swing or-” 
“Tommy, I love you with every vessel my heart has to offer but can you just please be cool? I would like to forget about it…”
. Tommy sighed then placed his pouted face into his fist on the desk. He batted his eyelashes at me, and I took in his big, brown, doe eyes. 
 “Don’t give me doe eyes, don’t do that.” 
 “Whatever you want princess, but just say the word and I’ll-”
 I interrupted him mid sentence,
 “Yes, I know, give him an ultimate wedgie…” 
“You already know!” 
He placed his hand in front of my face, asking for a high five with a dorky smile. 
“Your sister was right, you’re eye rolling more than usual…” 


 School became a blur and before we knew it, it was lunch. Tommy carried my books while I scanned the lunchroom, looking for my sister at our usual spot. I found her bustling with something in her book bag, her glasses almost glistening in the lunch room with it’s humungous floor to ceiling windows. 
I nudged Tommy to follow me and we sat down in unison. 
 “How were the first 5 classes?” 
“Easy peezy lemon squeeze year for me it seems… You guys?” 
“Agreed. Looking like an easy-…”. 
My face began to feel hot when we made eye contact. I began to play with my hair, trying to look busy but ended up staring down at my boots to distract myself and get the red tint off before he approached the table to say what’s up to Tommy like I knew he would. 
That same familiar sent approached before my beet red face could dismiss itself… 
“Hey Tommy, weights?” 
 “You know it, I’ll see you later Dolan.”  
I let out a huff of air when I knew he was gone. 
 “I thought you were becoming a damn fish with how long you held your breath.”  
I mimicked Tommy with a funny face while I fanned myself from the sudden rush of heat. 
 “You know, eventually, you guys are going to have to talk…” Veronica stated, biting into her apple with a loud crunch.
 “Honestly, you guys probably have a class together…” Tommy chimed in. 
I threw my hands up in defense, 
“You would jinx me like that?!” 
“Well! I can’t see until next period when I get in the office for my TA period…”. 
I threw my face in both of my hands, guessing he was probably right. 
The rest of lunch was Tommy, Veronica, and I, going over our syllabus’, forging our parents signatures and gossiping here and there. The bell rang and the lunch room became louder with sounds of zippers closing and table wheels rolling in response to the sudden movement. 
Tommy offered to walk me but the office was in the front of the school at building one while mine was on the second floor in the back of building two. 
He handed me my books and casted a “farewell” sign my way. Since Tommy’s next period was office TA, he would be able to see if I had any classes with him. But, for now, the coast was clear. 
 The hallways became emptier and emptier with everyone entering their classes, all I could hear was the sound of my boots clicking against the tiled floor. Meeting the door to my next class which was an anatomy lab, I looked down while I was entering the room to check a text that Tommy had sent. 
“Toms: 
Ummm… you’re not going to believe this…” 
And before I could finish reading the rest of the message, I looked up to meet a set of hazel eyes and warm, tussled brown hair, and the only empty seat in class next to… 
 Grayson. Bailey. Dolan.