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"1... 2... 3..."
The crowd of students scathered around the ring had fantic faces, phones recording, and thrilled voices filling the heavy air everytime a hit got landed, asking for more, like some sort of chant.
"8... 9... 10. The match has ended!" The host announces with enthusiasm, "The winner is ClownPierce!"
The mentioned boxer stands away from his opponent, and lifts his arm up taking the victory proudly.
Everyone chants excitedly from his win, "ClownPierce! ClownPierce! ClownPierce!". Until, the sound of a hit makes its way into the noisy room and a mask falls out of the ring.
The students gasps, some in surprise, others in fear. Then-
Silence.
In what seemed the blink of an eye, the opponent was forcibly removed out of the ring. Leaving inside of it ClownPierce searching with his gaze the deared mask...
And, a confused BranzyCraft that by some twist of fate now held in his hands the mask of his attractive crush, that now locked eyes with him.
Red fierce eyes were looking at him, and Branzy was dying about it. They seemed rough, almost cold to anyone ignorant enough. But not to him, those beautiful red eyes focusing solely on him felt like he was the only person in the world.
"Can you give me the mask?"
What? Branzy swore he heard something, But he couldn't focus on anything other than the gorgeous man now leaving the place alongside a black-haired guy patting his back. He didn't even notice when he started clinging to the mask as if his life depended on it.
Only when he heard his name, the focus on the now gone man turned to his best friend Rekrap, "Branzy, are you okay?"
There was a guy with some kind of similar white hair like his, next to Rekrap. "Sorry, I... I just kind of got zoned out, I guess. What did you said again, Rek?" But Rekrap didn't look back at him, instead, his sight landed on the white-haired guy.
Leowook.
Branzy just noticed one of the closer friends of ClownPierce was looking directly at him. "Can you give me the mask." He repeated it, slightly anxious while looking to where his friends took flight to, it did not sound like a question, it was more like an order. Branzy felt a little disoriented, but he complied with what was demanded, because he was always like that.
"Right..." Rekrap gave him the 'we are going to talk about this' look while he gave the mask to the now more notably anxious man ¿Why was he like that? It's just a mask. "There you go."
He took the mask, and just gave a simple smile to Branzy, and a quick nod to Rek, and quickly left the boxing room now clearly lacking in students. ¿How long did he spaced out? Was the question circling through his head now.
Rek stopped a hand on his shoulder, "Come on Branzy, Chief is probably already waiting for us outside the school".
"Alright" He just coped with it, while deep down he couldn't shake the feeling of being seen that way.
...
What way? What was Branzy even thinking about? Is he insane?
He would probably go insane if he kept replaying the way those eyes seemed to pierce right through him tho.
"Pierce? Like- ClownPierce?"
Holy shit. Okay. He was definitely going insane.
He checked the clock on the nightstand next to the bed he was laying on, displaying '2:36 am'.
"Didn't felt like sleeping anyway". What a way to go with it, Branzy.
He was now drinking a glass of water on the kitchen of his house, he doesn't remember when he went to get it, but damn he really needed it.
He just couldn't shake off the weight of those ruby-like eyes, bright, almost like they shined as the sun itself. Oh, and don't get me started on the facial features of the man, ClownPierce is popular for a reason, his sharp jaw, the shape of his eyes resembled those of a fox, full lips, and the shoulder lengt black hair with red highlights falling on the front of his face framing it perfectly, the mans face made branzy feel in heaven when remembering the scene where all that looked at him after going a year unnoticed.
Oh god, he was remembering it again. He really needed to stop soon, after all, that was probably the first and last time his crush would notice him ever, so better stop before it is too late. 'I never stood a chance anyway' He thought as he returned to his room and at least try to get some rest.
...
"Why do I have to do it?" Branzy whined at his gaming club leader, Parrot.
"Because everyone is doing something else, Branzy. You have to work too." He replied while giving him a packet full of requirements documents for the different school clubs.
It's friday, meaning the school day would be dedicated for club activities and social work, Branzy, member of the gaming club, of course had to do activities too.
Wait.
"This isn't even related to the gaming club!" It would make sense if it was only gaming club documents, but all the clubs? "Isn't this like- Student council work? Why am I doing it!?"
"I kind of... Owed, a favour to one of the members of it and they told me to do this but, with the gaming club proyect I can't- Branzy please, I'll buy you ice cream"
"Ugh- fine" To Parrots delight, Branzy agreed probably just for the bribery, but a win is a win, I guess.
"After your done, come back for the board posters and clip them on the school ones!" He heard while getting to his way to the school clubs, cursing deep in his head.
For branzys demise, he was having none of it. He went to already all the clubs of the school, there was only one pille of documents for one club left, the same club he was trying to avoid until the end, the same club that he went to every thursday after the classes of the day were finished, hoping to see the most awesome guy he has ever seen-
'Branzy, stop it. You're going insane, Branzy.' He repeated in his head, he couldn't just fantasize of a guy that the only things Branzy knew was his looks and his boxing skills. "Just do it already"
He softly knocked twice, and a third time slightly stronger to reassure he was heard. Then, he waited, what felt like an agony until he heard "One second!" on the other side of the door that said 'Boxing club'.
Until, a click made it's way to his hearing, the door opened, leaving room to catch the sight of a black haired guy, the same one that Branzy saw yesterday alongside the ring, he was-
"What did you need?" He snapped back to reality, blinking, shit. He spaced out again.
"Uh- yeah, sorry. I'm just here to deliver these documents on behalf of the student council." He was obviously nervous, wasn't he?
"MinuteTech, come back here!" The called man looked behing him, while gesturing with his hand for Branzy to enter the club room. After he entered the room, Minute signaled him a white door past the boxing ring, "Go through that door and ask for Reddons, he will take care of the papers."
Branzy noded, and went to the said door, opening it carefully enough, after all, he still felt nervous about what happened yesterday, and with the sleeping hours he barely had, he really should go with caution and avoid doing anything stupid.
...
Branzy didn't know what he expected after going through that door but- what he was seeing in this moment? He may die right now out of embarrasment.
His eyes toured all over the back of the man that was torturing his mind and the reason for his poor hours of sleep. His hair was wet, some strands dripping water, the man already had pants on, 'thank god', but other than that, You could see all the muscles on the obviously trained body-
"Do you like what you see?" There was an edge on the voice Branzy couldn't quite figure out, it was eerie, almost mesmerizing, he didn't even noticed the voice was closer to him now, hell, he didn't notice when the body he was admiring, was now a feet away from him, looking at him, talking to him.
"What?" His head snapped upwards, and right there he met again with the gorgeous- torturous eyes that seemed to pass through him.
"What are you doing here?" He didn't repeat what he asked first, and Branzy was aware that they both knew he didn't. But Branzy was as red as a tomato to think about anything, oh god, he was definitely going to do something stupid.
"I'm looking for a guy named Reddons? I... I have some council documents for him" Branzy forced himself to look anywhere but those eyes, the only safe option being the floor considering the fact that the man infront of him was half-naked, and he didn't really want to get more red than he already was.
"Oh, he's not right here at the moment. You can leave the papers on the table at your right" Searching the table slowly, he noded, not looking at him, and going to leave the documents on the table. 'Fucking documents I hate them' oh Branzy, what a fool you are.
"You were the guy that catched my mask yesterday, right?" And Branzy was out of the game.
Oh god, he- he just recognized him? Is that good? Is that bad?
I mean, don't get Branzy wrong, of course he was excited that he remembered him, but then- It's ClownPierce. He's not known for being exactly kind to people. He was more of the fear type of guy.
"Uh- I, I mean... Yeah that- that was me" He replied while turning around to the man, still, not looking at the other at all, couldn't be more nervous could he? He was playing hard with the edge of fear and embarrasment right now, why doesn't the earth just made him disappear for the sake of survival?
He felt a finger lift his chin to make eye contact. "What's your name?" And Branzy was too stunned to speak, hell, he didn't try to open his mouth because he knew nothing rational would leave out of his vocal cords.
The most incredible man was asking for his name, so close to him, close enough for the wet hair to almost touch his face, he could feel his breath too-
"Yo! Clown, what is taking you so long?-" Branzy quickly took space back, like he could, because he just hit his hip to the table where he left the documents, he couldn't be more flustered? Well, he definitely was dying out of it, and hating it.
And the break bell rang.
...
"HAHA DUDE" Chief was absolutely having the Best time of his life hearing the disgrace of his friend "you really fucked that up didn't you Lavender?
"Shut up Chief" Branzy hissed against the cafeteria table, meanwhile Rekrap was eating his lunch and he calmly patted the back of his white-haired friend with one hand, who was suffering a crisis of embarrassment.
"Branzy, it's okay. You did nothing wrong by escaping out of there" Rek really tried to be nice to him, huh.
"Escaping out of there sounds worse, Rek" He was now looking at said man, grabbing a bottle of water to swallow it down as fast as he could. Dying right now would be better than living with that much embarrasment.
"He for sure was flirting yk? No one gets that close to a stranger." As much as Branzy wanted to believe Chiefs words, he was afraid.
As much as he could crush on ClownPierce, he wasn't blinded by the mans attractiveness, he knew he was scary, that he likes being scary. Yet he makes everyone fall on his finger if he wants them to do so. No one has ever met the true emotional side of the younger boxer.
And gracious goodness Branzy was a year older than him, otherwise he would have same classes and god- he would really die right there.
"I just have to avoid him and I'll be good" Branzy always running away, he might as well just become part of the sports club and get a career as a professional runner.
He got up from the table, grabbing the bottle of water "I'll just go and occupy my mind by putting the gaming club posters on the school bulletin boards. See you two later"
Last thing he heard was Rekrap asking Chief if Branzy was going to be okay.
And he was dying- doing just great! His mood got up, and Parrots way of promoting the gaming club really was awesome! Making a Minecraft tournament on the gaming club server, with various grand prices Branzy was sure Spoke and Ashswag got ilegally.
Not like he was the most morally correct person, after all he did stare down to a naked torso- "BranzyCraft, what the fuck are you thinking."
"So your name is BranzyCraft, huh?"
He turned to look behind his back as fast as he could, shocked to hear someone behind him. He didn't notice when that happened, and-
Could friday change it's name to 'torturouslyfriday'?
It's ClownPierce. Branzy scanned the whole mans body, he was fully clothed, thank god. His face heated up instantly at the thought and quickly hid his face in his hands. He really was hating the way the man was talking to him, surprising him with the most out of hand comments.
"Oh, a Minecraft tournament? And good prices too, hmm." And Branzy took a peek to the taller guy in front of him, looking past him to the clipped poster about the tournament.
As if he could feel his gaze on him, ClownPierce looked to Branzy again, and as if he took the hint, he adviced to talk to Parrot if he was interested about the tournament, in his own silly, embarrased and scared way.
"I see. Thank you, BranzyCraft." And the named slowly put his hands down, not feeling like his person was in potential danger anymore.
"Are you going to participate on it too?" And he tensed again, god- how could someone look so handsome?
"Uh- I... I will on some of them, I think..."
"Great! I'll talk to you again then." And with that reply, Branzy felt like dying, but he was trying really hard to not look like some kind of weirdo that he definitely was.
"Um Yeah- Sure! I'll look forward to it, ClownPierce..." The more he talked, the more embarrased and softer his voice became, oh those little sleeping hours made him so socially dead today.
"Just call me Clown" The man patted Branzys head and left the hall as nothing. The man patted Branzys head. Patted Branzy- he. HE WHAT?
But Branzy with his imploded brain was too shocked to even think about that last part. He knew this wasn't the last time him and ClownPierce would meet. And the way he told him to just call him 'Clown' confirmed that.
He didn't even noticed the injured knuckles on the other mans hand.