* look at me updating multiple books this week muahahah *

[ third person ]

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[y/n] remained curled up in her bed as the time neared the danger zone. Five more minutes in this sanctuary, and she'd be late for school for the second time this week. If it wasn't for Shidou's incessant pounding on her front door, she probably would have left a long time ago. Because of his stubbornness, she stayed rooted in her spot on the cold floorboards with her eyes closed.

"He's here again." Her mother suddenly said. She appeared at her daughter's doorway with a perplexed look on her face, leaning against the doorframe as the door swung open slowly. Her eyes hastily scanned the room and fell upon her daughter who laid 'sleeping' on the floor beside her neatly made bed. The look of confusion deepened. "What's going on with you guys?"

"Nothing." She hummed. "I don't want to go to school today, and Ryusei can't accept that. Please tell him to go without me." The girl feigned sleepiness under the watchful eyes of her mother. It took a few moments before the woman sighed with displeasure and grasped the metal handle to shut the door. She returned downstairs to the front door to relay the news to the boy who impatiently waited outside.

The moment the door handle turned, his knocking stopped, and his mouth fell open to curse out the girl who had made him wait for over ten minutes. When he came face to face with her mother instead, he was quick to question her. "Where's [f/n]?"

Her mother smiled softly. "She's not going to school today. She said to just go without her. Sorry about that, Ryusei." The rather soft tone made the boy falter, knowing he couldn't get pissed about it now. It was the woman who had looked after him all these years despite his splenetic personality that typically drove people far away.

Unable to disguise his dismay, he nodded with a small huff and turned away, waiting until the front door was shut till he started letting the f bombs fly. "This fucking bitch. I can't believe she's fucking faking again."

His words held no true malice considering he wasn't actually mad at her for anything. Maybe just the fact that she had been openly avoiding her for the last two weeks without explaining to him what he had done to offend her so badly. If this was the [y/n] he had grown up with, he knew she would have at least told him what made her mad before she went MIA on him.

Okay, maybe he was a little angry with her right now.

It took every rational cell in his body to avoid jumping the fence, going around back and climbing the rain gutter to get into her window where he'd corner her and interrogate her until she spilled the beans about what made her so upset.

Shidou paused in his tracks, staring down at the concrete sidewalks with knitted brows. It couldn't have been about the whole confession thing, right?

He thought back to the night she had confessed, desperately trying to recall what she looked like when he had said those careless words. No matter how much he scratched and wracked his brain, he couldn't seem to link any of her current behaviors to what had happened that night. I mean, it was a late reaction if it was related to that.

"Ah, fuck," the boy let out a scoff of annoyance. Fishing his phone out of his pants pocket, he swiped through his contacts to find the easiest possible option out there and sent the infamous text many girls awaited anxiously. Shidou forced the thoughts of the girl out of his mind for the time being, heading for the school — or more specifically the gym closet.

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His lips caressed her skin sensually, scattering small love bites and marks along the silky unblemished skin of hers. Those coral eyes of his peered up at her through his blond lashes, making a fierce eye contact with the girl who struggled to remain calm under his gaze. His rough hands roamed every curve and ridge of her body, grasping a feel at the way her body molded at his will.

"Shit." Shidou squeezed the flesh of her ass from under her skirt. "You're so fucking soft."

He could feel the room getting warmer as their bodies meshed together with nothing more than their clothes between them. It was arousing to see her face contort in pleasure when his lips latched onto her neck or roughly peppered kiss along her jawline. But for some reason, he felt off.

Shidou shifted under her, wondering if it was the way he was sitting or if it was the way he was doing things that he was struggling. The atmosphere was good, even better than most of the times he had ever had sex in this room and yet he couldn't feel anything for it.

"Ryusei," the girl keened, and for fucks sake, he must have gone batshit crazy for a moment because she sounded like [y/n]. The breathy moan of his given name made him slightly freeze when everything rushed back to him in a mere moment.

He remembered that look she had. Her eyebrows furrowed together for a split second when he spoke up with a laugh. He saw the way her bottom lip trembled as she looked at everything but him before meeting his eyes with low lidded eyes. Her lips curled into a small smile, one that seemed almost fake as she reached for the door handle. "You should hurry up before it gets too late. Good night, Ryusei. I'll see you at school tomorrow." Why did her voice sound so small all of a sudden? Why did she look so sad?

"Ryusei?" The girl in his lap said when his administrations had stopped all of a sudden, leaving her feelings a little neglected. She leaned in, trying to meet his eyes, but he refused.

"Get off." Shidou muttered, pushing the girl lightly.

"W-What?"

When she didn't move, he sighed and stood up, not caring that she completely slid off of his lap and fell to the floor. His expression grew blank as he shoved his hands in his pockets, making his way over to the door.

"S-Shidou-kun, what about-" Her plea of confusion was cut short by the boy slamming the closet door shut, exiting the gym with something heavy weighing on his mind.

Reaching up to run a hand through his hair, he exhaled the breath he was holding. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Shidou snapped under his breath once he was out of sight. He could feel the pressure of what just happened building up in his mind, and he couldn't seem to figure out just what the fuck he was supposed to do about it. He had a new issue to worry about.

Now, Shidou Ryusei couldn't get hard.

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[ a/n : L bozo. jkjk. cry abt it. jkjk ily shidou. do ur best to make ur pp alive again boo. anyway sorry this took so long. me was working (hard to please u) ]