1 with Jane/Nymphia then 👀
TY in advance 💛💛💛
1. "Have you ever thought... Who the fuck asked?"
Plane’s going to kill someone.
A very specific two someones, actually—the girls sitting by her in the library have been chatting non-stop since they arrived.
She finally worked up the motivation to actually start on her Econometrics problem set instead of munching on study snacks, only to have them immediately break her concentration.
They aren’t even talking about anything important: just planning their spring break trip. Why the fuck would they choose the library to do it?
“But Palau is so warm, please,” One of them is whining.
“You know I hate beaches, Nymphia. You want warmth, let’s do Como.”
"Jeju Island?"
“No, I have trauma from that time we ate so much octopus that I blacked out.”
“I can’t believe you hate Asians. Do you hate me, Mirage?”
Fifteen minutes of this shit, non-stop.
When one of them giggles too loud and throws her whole body weight against the wall of the booth, Plane finally snaps.
“Have you ever thought the library isn’t the place to be yapping in? Some of us are trying to pass our classes."
Both girls blink. Plane’s eyes slide over to the girl farthest from her, wearing an obnoxiously bright yellow hoodie. Her hand is on the other girl’s arm, as if she’s holding her back.
That gesture makes sense as soon as the other girl bites out a retort. “Who the fuck asked? Quiet floor’s upstairs if you want silence—”
“We’ll keep it down. Sorry,” Yellow Hoodie says hastily, cutting her off.
She presses her lips together in an apologetic pout, pleading forgiveness. The motion makes her lip gloss catch the light, and Plane feels her annoyance simmer down just slightly at the sight.
She clears her throat, suddenly embarrassed of her outburst. “Right. Thanks.”
Maybe she could’ve worded that a bit nicer. Clearly she didn’t mean any harm, just got over-excited by the prospect of a vacation.
Yellow hoodie shrugs. "S'okay. Good luck with the work."
“I like your outfit,” Plane offers back, blurting it out before she can chicken out.
Lame. So lame, why did she say that. She’s sitting down before she can see the incredulous look that Yellow Hoodie’s friend shoots her.
Judging from the silence afterwards, they’re definitely texting about her. Whatever.
And at least now she can draw her multivariate regression models in peace. And if she gets distracted again, wondering if it’s appropriate to ask Yellow Hoodie for her instagram… that’s the lack of sleep clouding her judgment.
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No massacre au where Sakura and Naruto take one look at Itachi and declare that as the only one of them with a big brother Sasuke has to share (no one consulted itachi on this which valid) so all of the sudden Itachi has three baby genin following him around thinking he’s the coolest person ever and also coming to him for advice/comfort/to annoy and he is both charmed and incredibly fucking smug because not only can he gloat that Kakashi’s students like him more he has been pushing the line for how much he can interact with Naruto for years but if the kid is now A) a ninja and B) coming to him there’s nothing Hiruzen can do to stop Itachi from treating them like a younger sibling.
(He is a bit out of his depth however when Naruto and Sakura both come to him with Gender Questions™️ but man would do so much research for these kids that adopted him as a brother)
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