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alright so fuutas bio is like
number one pazuzu fan @ FORTNITE S8
@pazuzu_soccer_0419
Fuuta, 20↑ | Gaming, soccer, dunking on idiots. | WU Class of 2022
📍 ur mom
y/ns bio is like
y/n 🍨
@therealyn
20 # dream’s favourite cutie piee
📍 harajuku 🔗*★,°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/$:*.°★* 。
*beep beep beep* SHUT UP!!!! i threw my alarm clock at the wall, smashing it for the third time this month, and yawned, stretching as i picked up my phone. a dozen dms from angry twitter users, but only one caught my eye - pazuzu_soccer_0419, who’d pqrted my tweet 120 times. he was obsessed with me, i just knew it. (that or the fact i said gay ppl didn’t deserve rights, it was one of the two.)
i got out of bed and my mother cruelly yelled at me to get downstairs. “I CANT AFFORD BILLS SO IM SELLING YOU TO THIS JACKALOPE” she called. she hated me so much!!! no one loved me.
i threw my hair into a messy bun and gazed at my gorgeous eyes in the mirror, putting on a bit of makeup but not too much because i’m not like THOSE girls, like that yuno girl i met on the train. i’m all natural 🥺❤
i picked out my outfit - jeans and an oversized hoodie with black vans - and walked down the stairs, pausing to type out a response to pazuzu_soccer_0419.
@pazuzu_soccer_0419: you’re literally pathetic. deactivate your account.
↳ quote-retweeting: “@therealyn: I don’t think gay people deserve rights tbh. Dreamsexuals tho!!!!!! <33”
↳ @therealyn’s reply: aww ur so obsessed with me fuuta 🥺❤
↳ @pazuzu_soccer_0419’s reply: What the fuck
i giggled as i slipped my phone in my pocket and made my way downstairs. i was supposed to start at my new university today, but i guess that would be impossible now. i crossed my arms like a badass and huffed as i looked at the tiny rabbit with antlers sitting on my kitchen table. like literally ON my kitchen table he was on top of it because he was too fucking short to take a chair or something apparently. “omfg i thought you said jackalope as in a code name. is this actually a jackalope mom?” i groaned, sending a death glare at the animal.
“lolsies. anyway i came too early you haven’t murdered your childhood best friend yet, i will be taking my leave bye-bye” said the jackalope in a voice like samuel l. jackson. my mother gasped and began sobbing.
“how will i support my crippling gambling and alcohol addiction now???!?!!!?!?!!!!!!!!!” she screamed as the jackalope squeezed his way through the mail slot.
“girlie idk. can someone give me a kick i think im stuck” the jackalope said. i rolled my eyes and kicked him as i swung the door open and left. guess since i wasn’t getting sold to the mafia today i might as well go to university.
on the train, i decided to dm pazuzu_soccer_0419. if he was going to harass me for having an opinion i might as well get to know him. (that makes sense bc it is A normal thought process)
y/n 🍨: hii :)
number one pazuzu fan @ FORTNITE S8: what do you want homophobe
y/n 🍨: im not a homophobe!!!! just b/c i don’t think gay ppl deserve rights DOESNT mean u can harass me yknow.
number one pazuzu fan @ FORTNITE S8: shut up ur literally so idiotic stop denying it. aren’t you a dream stan too lmfao /neg
y/n 🍨: ok? u have fortnite s8 in ur dn? :/
You have been blocked by @pazuzu_soccer_0419.
i sighed in frustration and disappointment as i pulled out my second account. time to try this again, i thought, as i scrolled through fuuta’s following list. maybe if i shared mutuals with him he’d be more considerate and less mean to me for noo reason :(( i could change him i knew it
Rumerie @ D_T
@RUMERIE_
Ryu @ Shizuku
@D_TTTTT
Lieutenant Kima @ Dark Tiger
@K_I_M_I
far @ OBSVNCE
@SAMURAIONNNA
YU·TA
@YUTA_1999
Avysx @ D_T
@Dark_Avyxs_T
following each of them one after the other, i glanced up as the train reached its destination. stepping out, i quickly made my way to the wrought-iron gates of the looming university; gazing at it in awe. there were so many students!! i was so nervous, but i kept walking.
the lecture hall was almost full - i looked around, trying to find an empty place, and spotted some beside a short kid with arm warmers (in september??), a couple girls huddled over their pink phones, and a boy in the back row with a black face mask and a mop of messy red hair. for some reason, i felt drawn to him. maybe it was because of his blue-green ORBS that i saw upon closer inspection. maybe it was because he was tapping away on his phone, while the professor had just entered. maybe it was because the short kid had just spilled sticky apple juice all over the empty chair next to them. whatever it was, i walked right up to the boy and set my bag down, coolly and subtly eyeing his phone without turning my head. it looked like some fantasy game -
“are you done?” he snapped, shooting an annoyed look at me. i let out an embarrassing squeak and hid my blushing red face.
“i-i’m so sorry! i was just curious,” i whimpered, extending my hand. “i-i’m l/n y/n, by the way,” i whispered, fluttering my eyelashes. “i’m new.”
“yeah, i kind of figured that. can you like not?” he huffed, pointedly turning away so the back of his phone faced me. he didn’t even shake my hand!! or kiss it like he was supposed to! why was everyone here so mean?
“w-well, i just wanted to see because i play that game too,” i persisted. i was sure i could break his shell with a little pushing, but he only rolled his eyes as if i couldn’t see.
“are you deaf, or just stupid? leave me alone,” he replied harshly, pulling his mask down so his words were clearer - and revealing a scowl upon his lips. “i’m not here to make friends.”
i shook my head to clear the hot tears welling and threatening to spill already, standing up abruptly and sending my bag clattering to the ground. that was it. i didn’t say a word as i rushed out of the room, barely-audible sobs leaving my mouth. behind me, the professor paused for a second before continuing with his lecture.
fuuta pov
lol whats up with her. anyway bring it on level 21: CLEARED! i am so fucking good at this game
i took a short break to tweet at twitter user ice_gorilla_ice. “i pqrted it’s /neg deactivate your account” i said, before going back to playing.
short kid pov
aww no :( my apply juice :(( guess im gonna have to go the bathroooooom
i walked to the female bathroom and heard someone crying in the stall. awk. i turned to go to the male bathroom instead when the gamer guy walked in. i looked at him. i left.
fuuta pov
hmm this didn't look like the male bathroom. whatever i just gotta respond to my dms and then i’ll go back. turns out the professor doesn’t take kindly to me when i turn my sound up one (1) unit and suddenly the entire hall can hear me defeating the cryro raegisvine, so now i can’t use my phone during lectures.
i could hear someone crying in a stall. it was probably that girl who ran off earlier, and i groaned. i really couldn't get any goddamn peace. “hey!” i said in my highest-pitched voice, “some of us are trying to…” uhh what do girls do in the bathroom “put on makeup here! shut the fuck up!”
the crying stopped for a second. “g-ginger guy?”
“im actually a natural redhead but ok”
“o-omg i knew you’d come for me!” the stall door was thrown open as l/n y/n (was that her name? weird, just like the homophobe on twitter) stepped out, eyes shining with tears and also hope
“uhm, no. i just went in the wrong bathroom is all. see ya.” i said, before she grabbed my wrist. is this harassment? i had never experienced this before
“no!!! you have to apologise for how you treated me,” she said firmly. “if you make a mistake, you apologise. simple as that.”
OH NOOOO she hit me in my WEAK SPOT!!!! JUSTICE! maybe…… SHE’S COOLER THAN I THOUGHT??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [F WORD]
“ffffine,” i ground out, shaking my arm free of her grasp. “i’m sorry.”
“say it like you mean it.”
“i’m sshhhORRY.”
“better!” she beamed and wipes the remains of tear tracks from her face. i didn't wanna be mean (yes i did) but there were kind of snail trails of goopy black mascara that had run because of her crying. “uhh,” i started to say, before thinking better of it. it would be funnier if she didn’t realise. “whatever. bye, yzma.”
the rest of the class passed relatively normally, since the red-haired boy didn’t complain when i sat back down next to him. i didn’t have another class until three, so when the professor finished his lecture and everyone began packing up, i turned to my new deskmate with a cute closed-eye smile.
“uhmm, so, you never gave me your name,” i said shyly, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. in response, he scoffed and got up, stepping on top of the desk and hopping over so he wouldn’t have to go around me.
“it’s kajiyama,” he said shortly, without turning to face me. i pushed my bottom lip out in a pout, following as quickly as i could.
“h-hey, wait! well, kajiyama, i thought maybe we could...get to know each other better? i know a great cafe nearby -”
“no.”
“i-it’s an internet cafe!” i changed my tune quickly, remembering how absorbed he’d seemed in that game. that seemed to pique his attention, if the slight upward tilt of his head and the cool glance he shot me were anything to go by. kajiyama raised an eyebrow: just the one - a move i’d practiced in the mirror a thousand times but had never managed to master.
“fine. whatever. let’s go,” he drawled, finally tucking his phone in his pocket. i had to hold in my squeal of excitement, hurrying down the lecture hall steps. this was going so well already!!!!!!