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"Natsu? Follow me on instagram! CuteShyEmily!"
"Natsu! Hey cutie, wanna hang out after school?"
"Natsuuuu <3 you, me, bathroom, five minutes?"
"Uhm, maybe?" The pink-haired boy in question flushed, trying to avoid the desperate cries of his 'fan club', as Gajeel calls it.
(Or, alternatively, the horny kids at school who feel the need to get in Natsu's flame-patterned underwear)
"Maaaate," Sting joined him, with an excellent display of his exstensive vocobulary. (They were best friends, even though Sting seemed to only ever say 'Mate' 'Lol' and 'Hey Rogue, come join me in the bathroom for a minute')
"I see the fangirls are at it again?" Freed quipped, appearing from what seemed like nowhere, Laxus trailing behind (Eyes trained on the greenette's ass).
"Theyre not Fangirls," Natsu protested,but the others just rolled their eyes. The argument was weak now and they all knew it.
"Ahh, Shit!" Natsu cursed, suddenly. "I forgot to get my HE books out of my locker. Miss Singles is going to kill me! Hey, can someone come with me to get it?" He turned round, puppy dog eyes prepared, to find that his traitorous friends had disappeared at the mention of Miss Singles. (Even Sting, the bastard) looks like he'd be getting the books himself.
He was locker 226, second floor, right next to the science labs, a great hang out for those who wanted to suck him off. Luckily, the hallway was empty, so he clicked open his locker.
A small, pale pink scrap of paper fluttered to the ground.
Natsu,
You're eyes remind me of the ocean. When I transferred here, I saw you, and that's all I thought about, all day long. The boy with the ocean-green eyes. I wanted to talk to you, really I did, but I saw all the others, crowded around you. And I saw how tired you looked. How they dulled your beautiful eyes to a slow, sad colour. I thought, how, when the whole school surrounds you, are you so lonely?
I know you have the friends that make you smile- the blonde boy, the boy with the scar, the girl with the cute dog, the green haired boy and others. I can see how they make your eyes burst neon, bright, larger-than-life. I wish I could make your eyes burn that vibrantly to.
Love, just another secret admirer
Natsu blinked, mouth hanging open. He wasn't sad- was he? Did it show so much a random stranger noticed, asked him if he was okay? No- he decided, no- the stranger wasn't asking, they didn't ask anything. They, they-
He needed to talk to Sting- Although his answers would probably be limited to 'Woah', he needed to clear his mind.
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"Mate," Sting said, per usual. "That's freaking adorable."
"What?" The blush returned, colouring Natsu the same colour as his hair. "What's adorable?"
"You," Rogue (who had insisted on coming along, calling himself 'the love master') "The entire school loves you. You never get excited about any of them! And look at you! All flustered, running to us!"
Sting nodded knowingly. "Mate," he said, as if his opinion was of great importance. "Bro's right."
"Okay, I am NOT flustered, ass brain!" (He tended not to think his insults through, as it may show)
Sting just laughed. "Whatever man,". His blue eyes grew stony, and for a second, Natsu truly believed his admittedly slow (but incredibly musical) best friend was about to spout out some all-knowing great prophecy. But, slapping the rosette on the shoulder, he simply said "Just make sure you get laid, bud."
(And I will not mention how he turned to Rogue mischievously,saying "as will I in about ten seconds" or the strangely rogue-like gasps coming from behind the bike shed for the next half-hour because, although disturbingly erotic, they are not essential to the story line)
The next day, as Natsu arrived at school, he was greeted with a gushing Lucy. "Rogue told me about the lurrrve note!" She squealed. "I came to school really early to see if there's another!"
"There won't be!" Natsu pointed out. "It wasnt really a love note, either."
Lucy raised a perfectly plucked (as always) eyebrow, glitter-coated lips pursed. "Yeah, Mmhmm. And me and Loke TOTALLY don't bang every other day. C'mon, Natsu! We might finally get you some action!"
"I have action,"Natsu muttered indignantly to himself, but trailed after he kind-hearted blonde girl anyway.
Sure enough, another note was perched on top of his pile of books, this time lime-green with a little heart-shaped chocolate.
"Uhuh, yeah," Lucy deadpanned "These notes are definitely platonic" she turned on her heel, throwing Natsu a wink over her shoulder. "I'll leave you to fap in peace"
Natsu,
I saw you at lunch yesterday. You looked adorable, blushing and smiling. I like to think it's because of my note. Wishful thinking, I know, but a guy can dream, eh? You were the colour of your hair. Cherry blossom. I wonder what Inspired you to dye your hair? I'd like to thank it. You look beautiful.
I left you a chocolate. I hope you like chocolate, because I love it, and that piece meant a lot to me, stomach wise.
I'm sorry if I seem like a stalker.
I just- God, you're amazing, Natsu Dragneel. You are my supernova
Love, just another secret admirer.
I am a a supernova, he realised. Even though my personality is bland, and I'm ugly, somewhere, I am somebodies supernova.
(Note to self: look up supernova)
Suddenly, an idea hit him- stupid, reckless, probably end in tears. But he couldn't let it go.
He grabbed a peice of scrap paper, and in messy, slanted writing, scribbled:
Just another secret admirer (Hey, can I call you J.A.S.A?)
Anyway, thank you for the note. And the chocolate. I love chocolate, but I am lactose intolerant- I ate it anyway, because it's only a little bit, and when I say I love chocolate I really, really love chocolate.
Anyway.
If you want to thank whoever inspired my hair colour choices, thank angry teen hormones, and that asshole Gajeel who switched my cool, dark, emotional hair dye for pink- Pink! When I wasn't looking. I still haven't forgiven him for that, actually.
I'm not amazing. Really, I'm not. If you met me, you would realise that. I'm no supernova. I'm not even one of those shiny, fizzy light stick thingies you give children on bonfire night. I'm probably a blank wall, all covered in the graffiti of what people want me to be.
Woah. Deep.
Thank you for making me smile.
Love, Natsu.
He was half way to DT when he realised he'd signed himself off with love.
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The next day, a sunshine-yellow note was waiting for him, along with a gummy heart.
Natsu,
Woah! You're lactose intolerant? Don't eat any more chocolate! I don't want you to get sick because of me! You get a haribo today. No more chocolate for you!
Is Gajeel the one with all the piercings that plays the guitar? I would thank him, but that guy looks scary. Have you ever wondered why he owned pink hair dye in the first place anyway? He wouldn't just coincidentally have some in his house. Hmm.
You are even more adorable then you look. I didn't know that was possible, but you seem to have a habit of defying that, Natsu.
And you are way better than those shiny, fizzy light stick thingies. So much better.
You always sound so sad, Natsu. Please, don't be sad anymore.
Love, J.A.S.A
Dear Jasa,
Thank you for the gummy sweet. Are you on the sweet black market or something? Where do you get all those supplies? I need to get me in on this setup you got. Let's see how many more calories I can gain.
Gajeel- and yes, he is the one with the piercings- is secretly a big softie. Head-over-heels for that student librarian, Levy Mcgarden. Do you know her? I've seen her once or twice, she's very smart, and pretty.
I am very possible. I am the expected, the stereotype, the human version of predicted texting. And predictive texting can be pretty damn annoying.
I'm not sad, really. I'm just....
I'm just here.
Love, Natsu
Natsu,
I believe in you. You are my supernova, so burn for me. Let me see you alive.
Jasa xx
He stared at the page, breath caught in his throat. He thought of HI friend, laughing, smiling, joking, only frowning when they saw him sad. Why should he care what people thought of him, when his friends needed the supernova, Natsu Dragneel, not the brick wall he was now. Jasa needed him.
Days, weeks passed, and people around him realised he was smiling more. Laughing more. Being the supernova that Jasa said he was.
He was fucking Natsu Dragneel. He had pink hair because why the hell not, he liked dragons and he wasn't gonna hide it, and yes, he was fucking gay. Get over it.
He believed in himself. He was Jasa's supernova. And this supernova would fucking burn.
There was a note, in his locker one day. Bubblegum-Pink, like the first, packet of love hearts taped to the outside. There were words, written in black Biro, a few simple words, printed hard into the Paper.
Gym hall, now?
Gray Fullbuster, Your secret admirer.