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puppeat123 · 6 months ago

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Homicipher

Mr.Scarletella x GN reader

Wrong locker

Part 4

Warning Mention of: Slightly suggestive content! It’s implied not outright stated, Stalking, drinking alcohol, creepy behavior

Recap from the last chapter - You both resided on different sides of the city. It's pouring too much. You made the decision to thug it out. White Day was just around the corner. “You are not okay. Do you want help?” What else is absent from your home? Before you departed, did you leave your sweater there? You were accomplishing a lot before you went, who knew! What else may disappear? Did your carpet have that red thread? You don't have many red outfits besides two shirts and perhaps a pair of shoes or two bottoms. You sense that something is wrong, but you're not sure what it is—perhaps it's simply been a hectic week! Perhaps you also failed to notice the piercing crimson eyes that were looking at you through your somewhat cracked open window.

Italic text = flashback

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What else may disappear? Did your carpet have that red thread? You don't have many red outfits besides two shirts and perhaps a pair of shoes or two bottoms. You sense that something is wrong, but you're not sure what it is—perhaps it's simply been a hectic week! Perhaps you also failed to notice the piercing crimson eyes that were looking at you through your somewhat cracked open window.

Following your every move with such intent and wonder.

His red eyes looked almost black due to the way his pupils expanded at just the sight of you. A warm tingle went from his head down through his spine. Making every fiber of his being yearn to get closer. Although it was a simple and messy home outfit in his eyes, you couldn't look any better.

The smell of you lingering on your recently thrown-away clothes, especially in your undergarments. mixed with your scent and watching you move around and do everyday tasks, deepening the pit of desire from his entire body. His wants winning the best of him, taking him slowly, pulling him into an almost religious experience, allowing himself to bask not only upon your scent but simply watching you.

His breath grew unsteady with each passing minute.

You are his muse.

The apple of his eye.

You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet.

He gasped for air as if it was his first time breathing, holding your clothes over his face, not allowing any sound to escape him. He wants nothing more than for you to occupy his mind in such a high. His head spins in a fuzzy haze, mind, and body wanting nothing more than his very reason for breathing.

You.

Me desire you.

You like me. Me l̴̺̿i̵̞͆́k̷̪͂̐e̸̘̿̌ you.

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You jam out to your favorite songs while getting your home together. Although yes, the apartment was old, and a lot of the stuff was broken, like the cooling system, it is still a home.

White Day was so close around the corner now, 3 days left.

What will you do if Mr. Crawling does confess? You love him so much, but he was your friend, nothing more, as the men in red stated.

Although the man in red himself wasn't too bad. He was tall, with dark, pretty, tired eyes, and very kind even after the way you treated him after the incident with Mr. Crawling by the lockers during the weekday. He got you your favorite drink as well. His hair framed his face nicely enough to see at least one eye at all times. He seemed to be smart as well, being in the student council team helping organize events and school trips.

He had pretty broad shoulders as well. He seemed to be well-built under his shirt and jacket.

The silent type can be so hot and mysterious!

Now you're stuck, what if they both like you?? What will be your response? You are just a normal person so that might not happen.

You took some time to also stretch mobility is important you know! Makes it easier to get comfy to in a weird position while going to sleep.

Today was a productive enough day, but what would make it better would be getting some takeout, maybe some pizza, Chinese food, or Olive Garden.

Chinese food was the closest to the apartment, as was the lady, who was always so sweet, plus she had a lot of things besides food. It was like a mini gas station.

You put on some pants and slip on a hoodie and jacket to stay warm from the cold rain. Some lip balm so your lips don’t get chapped from the cold weather.

You make sure to have your phone in your pocket, house keys, and wallet.

You quickly walk to the store. At the store, you bump into none other than the red man. Mr. Scarletella.

"Oh hey, I didn't know you came here."

You stated you are now getting a bit more comfortable with starting a conversation with the man. He seemed to be caught off guard by your presence at the small store.

"Hello Y/N, yes, I like to come here often to do more grocery shopping from time to time. What about you? What did you come to buy?"

You were basically standing in front of him with how small the shop was. You walked up to the counter near the menu.

"I'm just here for some takeout. It's been a long day, but I'm pretty happy, but what about you? What did you come here today for?"

How your eyes shined and how nice you looked made his heart flutter. He must stay composed.

"I am here to grab a couple of items for my fridge."

Not true. You always here after teird day. Me want you.

“Would you like some drinks on me for the takeout?”

“That would be nice! If you want, we can share takeout at my place!”

He leaned in closer to you.

“That would be nice.”

You paid for the food. He paid for the drinks while helping you carry the food on your way back home.

He took off his coat and left it on the hooks near the living room.

“I see you came well prepared this time around.”

“Yup.”

You said you were kind of embarrassed about the whole situation.

You troubled. Not hurt. You like me.

It felt like all his attention was on you and only you, nothing more. You could feel him gaze on you at all times.

You entered your apartment happy that you cleaned it earlier.

You grabbed some plates and started sharing the food with him while he placed the cold beverages on the table.

"Here is your plate, and this is mine." You placed his plate on the table and sat down next to him.

"Thanks again for the drinks; that was really sweet of you."

He smiled a bit. "It's all good! It's always nice to drink after a long day."

He held out his bottle of sake as if waiting for something. You clinked your beer against his drink before you both started drinking.

You ended up watching some reality TV with him while eating. It made it easier to sit in silence or talk through each bite. Once you both finished up, you took your plate and were about to take his to the sink before he gently stopped you by holding your wrist.

"It's okay, I got it. Just show me where the kitchen is."

"No, no, you're okay. You're a guest in my house; you're all good."

He shook his head.

"No, you already bought the food, which costs more than the drinks. Let me help you clean up."

You thought about it for a bit; if he really wanted to help, he could, plus he offered to do so, so that wouldn't make you a bad host. You let go of his plate and allow him to take it.

"Alright, the sink is right there."

You point past him, and he turns his head, looking at where you are pointing. Once he sees the sink, he nods, grabbing your plate and utensils along with his and making his way to the sink.

You grab the empty bottles and throw them away in the trash.

Mr. Scarlettela rolled up his black sleeves to his forearms before turning on the water and starting to wash the dishes.

He was very kind, or could it be he was still trying to show he was a good person?

“..' I will show you.'

He walked away.

He has done a lot so far, even out of that context, though. He could have let you struggle in the rain after being so stupid and running away like that from Mr. Crawling. He helped, though, as well as the current interaction offering to clean the plates and buy drinks.

"So what do you do outside of school? Because I know you must be busy being a student council."

He finished up washing the dishes.

"I like to read in my spare time. How about yourself?"

He started drying off his hands on the cloth that was on the side of the sink.

"That's cool; me too!"

Once he was done, he turned around to you with his sleeves still rolled up.

"That's awesome! What kind of books do you read?"

You froze in place; you can't tell the truth!

"Um, I like fictional and fantasy books."

"Oh wow, that's really nice, too. What are your favorite series?"

"I like Crave by Tracy Wolff, or Legends & Lattes by, I believe, Travis Baldree is pretty good."

You're pretty sure those books were tame; it has been a long while, so you really don't remember.

"Ahh, a romance novel enjoyer, I see! I too enjoy them; I really like Legends & Lattes. I haven't read Crave, but I'll check it out sometime!"

The way you want the earth to swallow you whole at the moment was too real.

You cracked open another beer and quickly got to sipping, hoping he would stop asking questions.

You were low-key getting a bit tipsy, but what did you expect chugging down that much beer??

“Oh man, it’s already nighttime? But you live here; will you be good going home?”

“Yes, I will be okay! Before I go, could I perhaps use your restroom really quickly?”

“Yeah, it’s down that hall next to the room.”

“Alright, thank you!”

You walked to your living room and continued watching the K-drama on screen, waiting for him to finish up.

After a while you started to wonder if he was okay or if he fell down the toilet because he was taking a long time.

While that exact thought came to mind, you heard his voice from behind you.

“Pretty good show. What’s the name of it again?”

You quickly twisted your neck to him.

“I thought you were still in the bathroom.”

“No, I finished a while ago but got caught up in the show.”

So he was there the whole time in silence, watching the show??

“Anyways, It is getting quite late; I better start going home. Thank you so much for inviting me over!”

You put your drink down and got up.

“Yuh, not a problem; it’s all good. Make sure you have your things!”

You stated as you walked him to the door of your apartment.

“I think I have everything I feel like I’m missing something, but I’m not sure what. I have my keys, my wallet, and my jacket. It’s fine; let me know if you find anything of mine here!”

You open the door wide for him to leave.

“Alright, well, it was nice having you over as well. You have a good night!”

He walked out the door waving bye to you.

“Good night!”

You waved back before closing the door.

You turned off your TV and made sure all the lights were off.

You walked to your bathroom and brushed your teeth before heading to bed and sleeping off the slight drunk.

-~*•🌙✨•*’z

His hands trembled over the empty tin can.

Fingers grazing over the opening before pressing his lips against the opening where your lips once were, leaving leftover lip balm.

The best part of it all was he was able to hold your wrist!

Today has been a good day, his mind clouding once again; however, he wouldn’t let his ends loose. He needs to make sure he was the only person who you’d say yes to during White Day.

It was now in 2 days.

2 days is a lot of work to do a lot of preparation—only the best for his darling.

….

Zzzzzzzz

..☀️☁️

You woke up to your alarm blaring today; it was another day of school. You were pretty excited about it because White Day is coming up, and who doesn’t love White Day! Just two more days!

You got up, took a shower, brushed your teeth, and gathered all your items for school before walking out of the house.

The school gave out free food, and you’re already paying a lot of money to attend that college, so you’re going to make sure to take advantage of that!

The food might be alright, but it is still where your money is going towards!

You step out the door before you get pushed to the floor, knocking the air out of you.

You then feel someone also land on top of you almost immediately after.

Your vision went a little dark, but you quickly caught your breath. It honestly felt like the Minecraft scene when you take damage.

The day is just starting, and you're already dealing with bullshit. Come on now.

“Oh my god!I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Mr. Sacrletella.

He quickly pulled himself off you and stood on his feet, reaching out a hand to help you up. You sat up slowly, low-key throwing him a dirty look.

“Are you okay?? I’m so sorry my alarm didn’t go off. I was supposed to have a meeting today!”

You reached out for his hand and took it. He pulled you up with ease.

He looked at your head to make sure it was all okay.

“I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry, here I can call us a ride to the school so we don’t both run late because of me.”

“Sounds like a fair offer.”

You both sat in silence waiting for the ride to arrive at the apartment.

"So what time do your classes start?"

"At around 10:30"

"Oh, that's not bad at all!"

"Yup."

Now you were going to miss the nasty food from the cafeteria that your money is paying for.

"Did you eat breakfast yet?"

You shook your head, wanting to tell him you missed it because of this stupid bump in.

His shoulders fell more, seeing almost as a look of defeat.

"I'm really sorry. Let me buy you breakfast as an apology for everything."

"You don't have to do that, you know?"

You were hoping he would insist because you were hungry and not trying to be greedy.

"No, no, really, let me get you something to eat."

Always love some free food.

You hummed, and before you could start your sentence, the car pulled up.

“Our ride is here; let’s go.”

You nodded, getting up and following. Mr. Scarletella

He opened the door for you to come into the car and closed it behind you.

You buckle up your seatbelt, and Mr. Scarletella hops into the car as well, putting on his seatbelt.

The drive was silent for a bit; the driver was an older woman. Her rugged voice broke the silence.

“So are you two a couple?”

You are confused and astonished by the question, before looking to the side where Mr. Scarletella was only to see him facing away from you.

“Uhm, no, we are not. I’m not sure if he does have a girlfriend, though!”

The old lady chuckled a little.

“I’m just asking; I thought you two were a couple!”

After having been in silence for so long, Mr. Scarletella took a glimpse of you to see your reaction, which was nothing more than confusion and nervous body language.

The rest of the ride to school was spent in silence. Nothing else but pure silence and embarrassment throughout it all.

You thanked the driver kindly before leaving the car and arriving at school.

Your stomach was starting to growl from hunger, so you looked over to Mr. Scarletella, who was right next to you, looking around the school entrance while the car pulled away.

"I promised you food." He looked down towards you smiling.

"Plus, I wouldn’t want to have you distracted by a grumbling stomach all class!"

You look away in shame and sadness at the comment, cheeks warming up a bit while he just chuckled to himself.

"What would you like? Just let me know because I am hungry myself."

"I really like (fav food) from (fav fast food). We could possibly get something from there. I'm unsure if you like them."

"Oh, that's my favorite place as well!"

Me not known.

"Oh nice, let's go then before we need to get to class and you need to get to your meeting."

You both rushed to get there and ordered quickly.

"Thank you so much for the food. Once again, you really didn't have to buy it for me."

That’s so sweet! He didn’t have to buy you food as you stated before, but you were happy and grateful that he did either way.

"It was no problem. Truly, I am very sorry for everything today. I hope you can forgive me."

"No, truly, it's okay. I really do appreciate the food very much, but you must get going; you have a meeting to be in, and I have a class I need to get to!"

He perked up almost as though he forgot even after the first reminder.

"Yes, you are right, YN. I will see you around then!"

"See ya!" You rushed to class as fast as you could, almost in a running manner.

"No running in the hallways!" He winked, chuckling at his own joke.

You faked a laugh a bit before continuing on your merry way.

You rushed to class and made it before the teacher arrived so that you could get settled in.

You sat next to Mr. Crawling and Mr. Chopped in class. He looks upset until he saw you walk through the door, causing him to smile and wave at you.

You quickly sat down at your desk before you got bombarded by questions from both.

“What happened?"

"Are you okay?"

"Why are you late?”

You know Mr. Crawling doesn’t like Mr. Scarletella, so what could you say? But you can’t lie to your friend either! What to do? Hard choices in all reality, but you also don't want him to worry and think you don't trust his better judgment; a white lie will do. It's not really lying but just omitting certain facts.

"There was a bit of an incident, so I was running late for school."

Mr. Chopped seemed satisfied while Mr. Crawling seemed unsatisfied with that answer but took it nonetheless.

Mr. Chopped had his hair braided with little clips here and there so his hair wasn't in the way but still looked cute.

"Well, thankfully it was nothing serious, and you are here in one piece!"

Mr. Chopped stated while starting going on about what he did with Mr. Silver yesterday and how science class was really difficult. You turned over, nodded, and smiled. Mr. Chopped was really a talkative person, but you didn’t mind listening to his long discussion sessions about nothing sometimes.

In all honesty, you were glad he started talking because you did not know how to explain that you were basically hanging out in a car with the guy that Mr. Crawling absolutely does not want you to be around because he is dangerous. You knew Mr. Crawling would not like it whatsoever and would ask more questions, maybe even start following you to make sure you were okay.

In the middle of Mr. Chops's conversation, the teacher walks into the classroom surprisingly late; the class has now started.

Time skip—

Once class was over, all three of you walked around to the yard; you still had your bag of food ready to eat. Yes, you took small bites of it throughout class, but you can’t just eat a full meal in class!

You settled down at a small circular table big enough for 3-4 people. So all 3 of you were facing each other; you can see behind them, but they couldn’t and vice versa. The boys pulled their food and started eating and joking and laughing and gossiping until their smiles faltered a bit, and then their smiles slowly turned into something different, each while staring behind you.

Mr. Chopped seemed confused but relaxed, while Mr. Crawling seemed upset and worried.

You sighed. Your suspicion was confirmed; they say Mr. Scarletella is approaching you all. Ironically, even though people were scared of him, he was still really popular with the girls and people who like boys. That was very confusing because the crowd was a mix of trying to talk to him and trying to get away from him.

“Hello YN, Mr. Crawling, and Mr. Chopped. Do you mind if I sit with y'all?”

You shrugged; Mr. Chopped shook his head no, moving to the side so he could sit. While Mr. Crawling told him no.

To Mr. Crawling's dismay, Mr. Scarletella sat down at the table right between you and Mr. Chopped.

Mr. Crawling sat even closer to you at the table, and so did Mr. Scarletella.

You feel like you're in the middle of something between the two; you were basically shoulder to shoulder with them.

This is some middle school drama-looking situation.

“So what made YOU want to sit HERE?”

Mr. Crawling grabbed your arm that was resting on your side before he grabbed onto it and leaned against you while Mr. Scarletella placed his hand over yours, pulling it to his lap.

They kept fighting over who was sitting here and all other types of petty stuff. You felt like a rope in a tug of war over whatever they were arguing about, something you couldn’t understand.

This felt like a shojo manga type of shit, like what!

You pull your arms away from them, which made both of them become silent. You stood up and walked towards Mr. Chopped and sat next to him.

Both of them looked shocked and confused but then redirected that into anger towards each other. You looked at Mr. Chopped, who looked back at you.

“So, hm, you like grapes?”

He pushed his plate over to you, which you took like 2, so it wasn’t rude.

You both stared in amusement at the fight between the two.

They both said something that they seemed to both agree on. This, however, prompted Mr. Chopped to start giggling and poking you.

You in fact did not know what they were saying; you were cooked. You know you heard your name in there but not enough to know what is going on. What a shame.

Mr. Scarletella got up and walked over to you.

“Hey, I don’t think I got you a drink with the food. Want to go get you one?”

You shrugged your shoulders; you didn’t need a drink; it would be nice, though.

“Hey YN, I actually brought you a drink here. I know it’s your favorite!”

Mr. Crawling pulled the can/pouch from his bag, holding it over towards you.

“That’s warm, though I’m sure they would prefer a cold drink, isn’t that right?”

Mr. Scarletella stood over behind you while Mr. Crawling glared daggers at him.

“I don’t really mind, but also I don’t want food to go to waste.”

You don’t know whether to go for the cold drink or the warm one that Mr. Crawling brought for you with much love. It was kind of chilly, so you decided to decline the cold beverage from Mr. Scarletella.

“I think I’m good with this that Mr. Crawling has, plus you already did buy me food, and I don’t want you to be inconvenienced by that. I appreciate it, though!”

Mr. Crawling gave him a small, sly smirk while Mr. Scarletella hummed, glaring at him. Mr. Scarletella placed a hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t inconvenience me with anything; I'm just trying to ensure you are eating well."

"Thank you. I appreciate your concern as well as the fact that you got me this other food. Let's just all enjoy the food."

You patted the seat next to you for him to sit rather than stand. He sat between you and Mr. Crawling; Mr. Crawling did not like it, but he did not protest your choices.

Lunch over~~

You waved them goodbye as they headed different ways to class, except Mr. Scarletella,

"So you have a class upstairs as well?"

You asked him if he seemed flustered by the fact you saw him going the same direction.

"Yes, I do."

"So how did your meeting go? I know you said you were late to it this morning."

"Yes, my meeting went very well and was a great success. I managed to convince them to make a spring festival for the whole school."

"Ooh, that's pretty cool. Let me know how that goes and what stuff you will have, because it sounds fun! Well, this is my class right here. I'll see you in a bit."

"Will do! See you in a bit!"

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This was a free period for him as well; the student council tended to have meetings during this time. It wasn't a required meeting, so he decided to skip it. He tried to not make any sound, but it was hard not to using the hand that held yours. The privilege that he had to hold your hand out of all people. The air feeling short from his lungs with his other hand covering his mouth. His heart racing, nothing but mumbling your name as if you were a god to pray to.

He continued with only you in mind.

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After 2 other classes and a boring lecture, you were free! You had nothing to do after school today, so you went to visit Mr. Crawling. He was part of the baking club, and he was really good at it too. You make your way over to the club room and see Mr.crawling working on some cookies it seems. He was so focused on placing the frosting on them he didn’t notice you standing in front of him.

“Hey, Mr. Crawling, what are you doing there?”

He flinched a little before quickly lifting his head up to see you.

“Oh hey!”

He smiled at you before looking back down at the cookies he was decorating.

“I’m making some cookies. They have club day coming up soon, so here I am trying to see what cookies would look better. What do you think?”

He stepped to the side, letting you have a close look at all the designs he made. There were cookies that were decorated to look like a strawberry cake, others that were plain chocolate chip cookies, and others that just said, “Join the baking club!” On a plain background.

They all look pretty cute, some simple, others very complex, but if they had to make many of them, the plain ones seemed to be the best choice.

“Why don’t you do the plain cookies, and the bags you put them in when handing them out can have the baking club's logo on it?”

He thought about it for a second and nodded.

“Yeah, that would be way easier but still pushing the club's name!”

You nodded, although you doubted he hadn’t thought about that yet; maybe he just wanted to make sure to leave a good impression.

“Do you want one of them?”

He asked, pushing the finished cookies towards you; they were too pretty to eat! But Mr. Crawling's cooking is also so amazing that you can’t decline. Last time you did decline, he was hurt, thinking you disliked his cooking. He took pride in his cooking skills.

“I’ll take this one right here, thank you so much!”

You grabbed the cookie and took a bite out of it; you could see him perk up with pride in his work.

“Where is Mr. Chopped? He is usually here with you, isn’t he?”

Mr. Crawling shrugged.

“I’m not sure; maybe he is with Mr. Silvair! He said he wasn’t doing very well in science.

“Ahh, okay, thank you. Well, I will stop disturbing you and let you work in peace. Thank you again for the cookie; they are delicious as always! I will be back for more!”

You waved your hand at him while you started making your way out the door.

“Thank you! See you in a bit!”

You walked off on your way to find Mr. Silvair; you passed the nurse's office, where he usually was. He wasn’t there, so he must be in the biology room. You walked past the library and the similar redhead holding a book, sitting alone.

You peeked through the door slightly. Mr. Scarletella flinched a little but quickly turned over to see you.

“Hey, what are you doing here alone?”

He almost seemed embarrassed; he cleared his throat before he spoke up.

“Well, I am the president of the reading club, so I like to go over books and see what we should read next.”

You hummed in understanding.

“That’s nice. I didn’t know we had that as a club.

He looked at you.

“Yeah, we are a small, close club. You should come by sometime and join us for a book review.”

“Yeah, I should, so what are you reading?”

You pulled a chair nearby and sat next to him. He was a little taken aback by this action and quickly grabbed the book.

“So I’m reading Crier's War, and it is a beautiful story so far. The book starts with humans making AI, but over time the AI that become human are called automae because they become sentient. These robots were made to be the perfect human beings. They then take over the humans, which starts their empire. It really is going over what your character says about you and being human. They talk about the corruption within. I love it so far, and I think my club will love this book.”

(This is an actual book, by the way, and it’s fire. It is a queer fiction book if you're into it or aren't into it.

You nodded; it did sound pretty cool. The duality and what makes someone truly human: is it their actions, or is it the fact that they are physically human?

“I will come by for your next book meeting, then let me know what day it is so I can be ready!”

He pulled a book out from his bag and handed it to you.

“This is the book we are reading. If you want, we can go over it and read it at your place.”

You took the book and nodded.

“Welp, I’ll see you around then!”

You got up and walked away to continue looking for Mr. Chopped!

You made your merry way up to the 3rd floor to go to the biology lab.

You found him!

Mr. Chopped with Mr. Silvair, they seem to become friends. You knocked and walked right in. Mr.Silvair was the same age as you all he was a teachers assistant who took over cause he was just too good at what he dose.

So they get straight into biology lessons. How unfortunate or maybe fortunate?

Time skip is boring~~~~~

The sun was setting.

You walk past the library once again and still see Mr. Scarletella in there. What was he still doing here??You walk into the library and make your way to him.

“Hey, you okay? What are you still doing here?”

Now that you got closer, you could see he was falling asleep. He had a lot of paper on the table mixed with books.

His head was in his arms; you did not notice until now, but his nails were painted red as well. Red seemed to be his favorite color, and it really did suit him well. You noticed deep eye bags under his eyes, suggesting he hasn't been sleeping well. You gently tapped his shoulder, which seemed to catch his attention. It was for sure time for him to go home.

“You okay? Let’s get your stuff together so you can get sleep at home.”

You started grabbing papers, some more scribbled on than others, and had a list that seemed to be like a plan of sorts while you were gathering them together. You glanced at one paper, and it had your name on it. You tried to read a little bit of it. Mr. Scarletta snatched the papers from your hand quickly before you could get a better look.

“It’s okay; I got it!”

He scrambled to get his items, shoving them into his bag.

“Alright, if you say so."

You awkwardly stepped away and watched him put all his belongings in his bag.

"So, are you sure you don't need help? That's a lot of papers."

He shook his head, waving his hand, showing he's all good. Once he was done, he got up and pushed his chair in.

"Okay, I am ready."

You nodded, feeling bad about not helping him while he seemed off or maybe just tired. So you made your way out of the library and down the stairs to get to the first floor; you peeked into the baking club room and couldn't find any signs of Mr. Crawling being there anymore.

"What are you looking for?"

"Mr. Crawling, I saw him here earlier before I went to look for Mr. Chopped. He might have gone home already."

You pulled out your phone while walking to the exit of the school and quickly texted Mr. Crawling asking if he was home before putting your phone away.

You didn't notice how the red eyes followed your every move and got a glimpse of other text messages shared between the two of you.

"So you and Mr. Crawling are close?"

You were surprised by that comment, so you just shrugged.

"I mean, he has helped me a lot, especially with getting used to the school when I first came here. I remember I was so lost and confused."

He nodded in understanding.

"Have you had an easy time adapting to the school then?"

"Yes, all thanks to him!"

"I'm glad to hear it was easy to adapt to the school environment."

You continued walking towards the apartment complex in silence.

You got there, and it was already very dark by the time you got home.

The building was huge and had around 12 floors. You were lucky to get a bottom floor, but due to its age, there was no elevator in the building, so it would be a lengthy walk from here. Mr. Scarlettela was so sleepy that it seemed like he wasn't going to make it to the top floors. You have eaten with him before and got tipsy, and he didn't do anything. He was also really nice to other students and never got in trouble. He could take the guest's room that way, so he doesn't have to walk all 12 steps, and he looked so tired.

"Hey Mr. Scarletella, what apartment do you live at?"

"on the 12th floor"

"You look tired. I have a guest room because it is a long way up there to your apartment."

"It is okay; I can make it up there." He said between yawns.

You chuckled a little.

"No, it's okay. Come on, you can stay here. Come in; let me show you the room."

You took him to the guest room and let him get comfortable, only for him to fall asleep immediately after touching the bed.

You closed his room and went into your room and made sure to lock your door before changing and going to sleep.

It should be okay to let him stay the night, right? He was a friend and never did anything weird to you so far; he was always kind, so it was okay!

Surely it was okay.

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Sorry it took so long I kept forgetting to save while writing so I had to keep rewriting things like 10x🗿. iuwegiugaweiyfy

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Also, he was jerking off in the window part as well as when he was in the bathroom after not going to the meeting. I am unsure if it wasn't clear, but I just want you all to know. I would rather you know than continue, because then it will get weirder.

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