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"Could you atleast help me a little?"
You spoke in a sharp tone, directing to the navy blue haired boy. Shadow Milk naturally had good grades, but chemistry is his weak spot. He has a C in it.
"Oh my, is my dear (nickname) finally asking for help~?"
He shifted closer, earning a sigh from you. He immidately grabbed a flask, carefully trying to pour in the liquid. You just... watched. His black hair with blue highlights draping down, so silky, so soft looking... whenever he pushed it back, it fell down again. His small, petite nose, his heterochromic eyes... his adorable focused face...
when was he this pretty..???
"Shadow Milk, what do you use for your hair?" That question flew out before you even realized. That took him out of his trance. He feigned a fake gasp of amusement. "Is *the* (name) curious of *my* hair secrets?"
He chuckled as he noticed your expression hardened up in annoyance.
"Well, a little hair conditioner... does it's magic... well, it's made of mostly coconut and blueberry, oh and also, some argan oil, gives that smooth feeling..."
He paused, then, with not warning, took a part of your hairstrand, and began twirling it around his own. You froze, sinking in your seat. Thank goodness nobody saw the two of you at the very back of the classroom.
"But, I think your hair is better. I like your strands... very lovely..." He teased.
You wanted to burry himself under the ground from how much he was blushing. Shadow Milk's finger continued to mindlessly play around with your strand like it was a coil. He was aware of how much reactions this pulled from you, and yet, he loved it, alot. "*your face is so cute when flustured...*" Shadow Milk thought to himself. He rested his hand on the table, tilting his head to press against his face.
"S-Shadow Milk... stop it..."
His smug grin was not wearing off.
"Why so? I am simply appreciating this... *lovely view in front of me...*" He murmured gently.
You instinctively...(?) leaned closer to him.
"You idiot... atleast wait until the class is finished..."
You have been in the same class with this guy for 2 years... *so why are you feeling these things just now...??* Shadow Milk always payed special attention to you, his teasing and tomfoolery always had a different shade unlike others.
"(nickname).... the others are watchingggg...~"
Shadow Milk whispered into your ear a little *too* sensually. Yep, he was DEFINITELY flirting with you now, no take backs. Nobody was even watching, he just loves to make you think that.
"Shut it... shut your trap, you lousy jester...Your charm or w-whatever doesnt get to me that easily..."
You whispered back. "Jester? Oh dear, how you *wound* me~" He giggled.
"I just find you so endearing-"
"**Shadow Milk and (name). Please refrain from flirting mid class.**"
The teacher spoke up. Everyone in the classroom started oohing in amusement. And You? You wished he werent here right now.
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You were skipping class. You sat against your locker, knees pressed against your chest, doodling away in your notebook you romised you'd do homework in, but, you got to distracted in writting poems. You were describing a blue skinned boy, with black crow hair and navy blue highlights, and that smirk of his... oh who must he be? Just as you thought the peace wouldn't be interrupted, you could swear you sensed a presence next to you. Then, that presence began to speak.
"Shiny silky hair... annoying but lovely voice...."
You immidately shut your notebook close when Shadow Milk began to read it's contents. Shadow Milk snickered at you.
"W-Wha.. Shadow Milk what are you doing here?!"
You exclaimed.
"Skipping math class, duh, no way I'm staying in the same room with that privileged bitch."
He leaned against his locker, which was right next to yours, crossing his arms. "But *you?* Skipping class?~ That's as rare as rain in the dessert~"
You scoffed. "Mind your business, jester." Even if he was an average boy in his 17's, that nickname was mostly about his personality traits.
(You are also 16-18 here I'm not catching crime catches /SATIRE)
You got up from the floor and put your notebook back inside the bag.
"Who were you writting about?
Pause. You froze in place from that sentence like you got shot.
" Who's the 'blue haired, charming and annoyingly cute' boy you like?~"
He was teasing, fuck.
"Look, you already got on my nerves because of science class today. Please, just leave me alone."
Your eyes avoided his face, but no efforts. Shadow Milk's taller frame leaned closer to yours.
"Awwww, did I really annoy my sweet (nickname) that much~?"
He said, pushing his hair strands back behind your ear. You blushed.
"J-just... Ughhh! I've had enough of you!" You finally decided it was payback time. You pulled Shadow Milk by his collar...
and kissed him.
"Mmph-!" Shadow Milk gasped into your lips in shock. Never in his entire life would be think this would happen, and yet, it felt so dreamy, so... unreal...
"Mggg... f-fuck you..." You grunted as Shadow Milk pressed you against the locker more, his hands finding it's way to your waist and snaking around it. The cocky 17 year old continued to burry passion and affection into his kisses, making sure you were fully aware of how much he loved you.
"H-Ha... Shadow Milk... you're such a piece of shit..."
You pulled away, mumbled, and of course, panted. "And I love you too, my sweet (nickname)...~"
His whimsical tone teased.
"You're reactions are priceless~"
His finger stuck to your hair again. "Jeez, how much do you like my hair??" You blushed.
"I wish you'd let me burry my face into it."