whispy peach (josuke x reader) EDITING

EP 10

I wonder if I can make it home on time... Your thoughts wandered off and you were in your own world. Mr Ueno unlocked the Middle Schooler's English Resource Room with a jingle of keys.

After dropping them off, he thanked you and told you to go home afterwards. You bowed politely before scurrying off to retrieve your book bag.

But on the way back, your head started to hurt even more. Sighing softly, you didn't care if anyone had heard you. Besides, it looked like everyone had gone home already.

"Seriously," You squished your cheeks furiously. "What have I done to deserve this death bed of a headache?"

When you brought up your headache to Tomo, your conversation went something along the lines of...

. . .

The two of you were walking to school when you decided to ask your sister. Clearing your throat nervously, you fidgeted.

"Hey, Tomoyo? What happens when you drink spoilt milk?"

She glanced up from her novel in disgust. The dark haired middle schooler was reading an English copy of Le Petit Prince. A look of disgust spread on her features.

"Don't you get diarrhea?"

You grimaced and hid your face in your hands. "God. Forget I asked." Embarrassment washed over your features as your sister went back to reading.

. . .

The memory, and the splitting headache, made you groan.

Argh, could it actually be the peach milk I drank yesterday? But that wouldn't really make sense... Maybe I stayed up too late? But it was only an hour pass my bedtime, and I had to replace the letter about Myui...

You were walking past the student council room when you noticed a flash of strawberry blonde hair in your peripheral. Back tracking, you peered into the glass square on the door.

"Yukio?" Your warm breath condensed on the glass. The blonde looked up from the table and met your eyes. Momentarily startled, his eyes had widened briefly before he flashed a characteristically charming smile.

He motioned for you to come in, and you heeded his beckoning. Sliding open the door, you entered the room.

"What a surprise." Yukio greeted, a gentle expression graced his features. He set down his pen and gathered the mess of papers. "I didn't expect to meet you here."

You noticed the red cloth around his forearm, white kanji sewn on them. "You're from the Student Council?!"

"I'm the President," he stated with a smirk. "So why are you here? You're not in a club. Could it be you have class duties?"

You sat across him and nodded. "Yup. And I just got back from helping Mr Ueno with an errand, actually."

He wrung his fingers together and glanced at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Mr Ueno? Ah, the one with the beauty mark."

"Mhmm! He's my homeroom teacher. I also have him for Literature." Your hands were placed on your lap.

The princely figure across tilted his head. "Is that so? He's been my English teacher since freshmen year." His attention returned to the papers on the table.

Flipping through the sheets he selected one. "I guess that's nice... By the way, why are you here? Is the Student Council having a meeting?"

Yukio held the sheet in his hands, looking up at you with the same smile of his. Except this time there was something off about it. Something eerie, creepy, maybe? "Not quite," he exhaled, "I'm here to tie up some... loose ends."