"?? ???? I'm
hearing is that
you want me, right?" ★
? in which you and scaramouche
have always been enemies,
especially when it comes to art.
When college comes, you found
yourself partnered up with him
for an assignment. but, during yo...
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★ — FOR IF I DO ! CHAPTER FIFTEEN; LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS
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WALKING INSIDE HER ENEMY'S DORM, FOLLOWING AFTER CHILDE. Y/N wondered why she decided to come here again. ah, right, because she accidentally left her airpods at their dorm the night she got harassed, and because childe was so persistent, he made Y/N come for dinner too. well, at least it was free—and hopefully not as disgusting as school lunch. she cringed at the thought of cold, rotten food and moldy milk, shaking her head in disgust at the thought. after placing her shoes on the shoe rack, she noticed scaramouche was in the kitchen, cooking.
he turned around at the sound of the door closing, pausing as he stared right back at her. "why are you here," he blatantly said, eyeing her up and down while he tightened the grip on the two plates he held in his hand.
"Childe invited me. he said i left my airpods here two nights ago and told me to come over for dinner too." of course, childe would invite the one girl he hated with his whole gut.
"so why'd you have to listen? i don't want to make dinner for you."
"how cruel, moochie." his eyebrows crinkled upon hearing that god-awful nickname, a scowl arriving on his face.
"just get out of my sight, you witch."
she scoffed before throwing the middle finger and walking off, hair swaying as she took each and every step out of the kitchen, eyes avoiding his cold and mean glare. after she left, he huffed and continued with the pasta he was making, which he was only making because childe was begging for him to cook pasta tonight.
Y/N massaged her forehead, closed her eyes, and placed herself on the black leather couch, the need to just remove the indigo-haired brat from her life. while she became comfortable, childe came out of his room holding the rilakkuma airpod case with a smile. "here ya' go!"
