🂡 LUSHB.

You've been at this for a while now, repeatedly calling out his name with a longing lilt in your tone, lashes fluttering obnoxiously as you greedily eyed up the ice lolly he'd purchased on a whim, feeling nostalgic of the past.

Something he doesn't even get a chance to fucking do.

Not when you're all up and over him, pawing at his arm to get his elusive attention, your pretty eyes all round and pleading as you stare him — the ice lolly — down.

"No…" He manages to force out, gaze desperately trying to avoid yours.

"But Sae!"

It's almost comical how quickly your mood shifts, your misplaced fury growing tenfold when he tried to pull his arm away from your vice-like grip.

Though, it's actually more comical how quickly he folds. The godforsaken memory of your tears resurfaces once more, haunting him of a future if he even considered the outlandish thought of refusal.

"Tch, here!"

Sae is surprisingly gentle despite his irate huff as he reluctantly hands you the ice treat, the pretty pink flush of his ears a telling sign of his extreme willingness.

"Thank you, Sae!"

Your gratitude has no effect on him, he lies to himself while rolling his eyes. But your next words, both ardent and considerate, send him into a spluttering mess of fluster.

"Wanna share w'me, Sae-chan?"

"No!"

It's more than just his ears that are flaming red right now, you're forwardness entirely to blame. And Sae hates to admit it, but part of him regrets refusing your golden offer of an indirect kiss.

"Damn it…" You grumble under your breath, your distracted nature failing to notice the blackmail worthy sight of his patheticness, something he's eternally grateful for, for he'd rather die than be caught—

"You were supposed to throw the stick in the bin after having the last lick..!"

"…."

julian loki is the kind of guy who's sometimes too competitive in his life. whether it's running the parent race and obliterating every father with a pot belly, or accepting an infant's challenge to a game and absolutely smoking them even if they've only just recently learnt the rules of said game, julian's never really been one to hold back or show mercy against his opponents. even if it means dealing with a bunch of profane complaints or snotty tears. funnily enough, however, julian can't seem to hold the same sentiment when it comes to you.

Loki can't believe how it's come to this.

How one moment, the huge sports court was filled with an entire class of student, split exactly in half and into two opposing teams for an average game of dodgeball. And how in the next — after the whistle was blown, signifying the start of the wretched game — one team had somehow reduced to exactly one member while the other, Loki's team, remained untouched.

Obviously, with Mr. Sweat on one team, his accuracy, speed and strength combined, they were sure to have been the victors of this game. But that wasn't the inconceivable part of this situation, the actual inconceivable part was how you, with your imbalance, slowness, and the aim of a blind bat, had managed to become the lone survivor of this game.

You're standing there like a newborn deer caught in headlights, shaking in your scuffed trainers as you stare ahead with your mouth agape, likely just as surprised as everybody else in the room was to be the last one standing.

The shouts of your despair ridden teammates prove to be of no use to you either. Their countless 'catch the ball', 'hit someone' and 'pick up the ball' falling deaf on your ears, only stressing you out further, something Loki is quick to pick up on.

"I- I, sniff, can't do this..!"

You're not even holding the soft ball properly anymore, dropping it on accident only to recollect it with the clumsiness of a bull in a china shop, your resolve completely driven to a standstill. A sight that infuriates Loki more than he'd like to admit.

Nothing happens for a good while, and Loki begins to grow just as restless and impatient as his useless teammates behind him that urge him to end this 'boring' game, tempting advice that goes ignored.

He feels slight pity towards you, who looks a moment away from bursting into tears, and even considers throwing a ball right into your hands so he could get himself out of this game when a yawn nearly threatens to slip past him in his boredom. That is until— your stance changes.

It's so sudden, how the air around you shifts in an instant, your gaze focused unlike before as you press your feet firmly against the ground. You hold one hand out before you, taking aim with the concentration of a veteran while the other, holding the soft ball, pulls back with fixed intent. Your positioning snaps him into one of his own, a defensive stance ready to catch the ball he was sure you would launch with all your might.

A useless endeavour, for the ball does not come to him at mach speed like he expects.

"Watch me unleash— Eeek-!"

In fact, it does not even come to him at all.

The ball's trajectory is strangely off, and Loki follows it with blank eyes, as it goes up high and back down anticlimactically, hitting you square in the head with a comically loud 'thwack' that has him half wince at your crumbling figure.

"It- It hurts—!! WAHHHH!"

He wastes no time when your pathetic whining reaches his ears, a noise that urges him into motion and under the ball that has bounced off of your head perfectly.

The ball hits his thigh before its motion is completely killed, the sudden stillness of it rebounding off of him signalling his defeat— something he doesn't get even a chance to be depressed over when he's rushing over to you instead, thoughts of how to comfort your dramatically weeping figure consuming his mind in its place.

bunny iglesias likes, or rather, loves to taunt people just for the pure sake of it. he's not exactly sure what of it gives him so much thrill, perhaps it's the way his insensitive comments have a way of wiping away people's jarring smile, but it's one of his favourite past times nonetheless. especially when it comes to teasing you who is comically expressive in your reactions. that is, of course, until you start crying.

"You look pretty today."

It's not often Bunny compliments you, it's not ever that he compliments you actually. The insensitive man's always trying to piss you off somehow. Be it pulling on your pigtails, pinching your rounded cheeks or stealing your belongings and keeping it out of reach, he never lets the opportunity to rage-bait you pass.

So it's no wonder that you — painfully used to his taunts and teases — can't seem to comprehend the kind words that have just come out of his mouth.

"Gah—" You blink owlishly, a noise of confusion slipping by you as imaginary question marks floated around the both of you in tandem.

"I'm not lying," he guards you with a slight curve to his lips, amusement visible in his jewelled eyes as he gave you another once over, nodding to himself like you'd passed his standards. "You look pretty."

"Uh… well!" You huff, quickly gaining sense of his unsettling but truthful words as the minutes passed. Placing a hand to your chest and using the other to flick your hair back, you returned his tight smile with a cocky grin of your own, very clearly pleased to finally hear his praises. "I am pretty—"

Bunny doesn't give you a chance to reaffirm yourself, not when he interrupts you mid speech, completely crushing your self fangirling with his petulant cruelty.

"Pretty ugly."

It's so comical how quick the blooming flowers around you wilt the way your smile drops, replaced with an expression of outrage that tickles him more than he'd like to admit.

"What?!"

"That's right." He hums with content, pinching his chin in mock thought while making a point to ignore your profane complaints, as if he didn't actively find sick enjoyment in your torment. "Maybe as ugly as a blobfish? Ah, but that's an insult to the poor blobfi—"

"I don't look like a blobfish!" Your fists clench as you shake your head profusely, absolutely adamant on denying his utter bullshit.

"What was that?" He cups the back of his ear and crouches low beside you, mockingly accommodating for your shorter stature to hear you better.

"I said I don't—!"

"You're uglier than a blobfish? Ah, tsk tsk," he kisses his teeth with disapproval only to continue with his sadism. "You should have more confidence in yourself, well actually, it's better to acknowledge the truth than lie to your—"

"I'm, I'm not ugly…!" You deny once more, except this time, your voice cracks with uncertainty, a tremble that does not go unheard by the taller man.

"What..?" Bunny's gaze flies to you in an instant, heart clawing in his throat when your glossy eyes, along with your wobbly and down-turned lips greet him in tandem.

"I'm not, sniff, an uggo..!" You whine pathetically, the globs of unshed tears finally falling down your cheeks in your bout of childish despair, a sight that knocks the wind out of him and urges him into motion.

Bunny's reaction is immediate much like his regret, one arm wrapping around your squirming figure and pulling you infinitely closer to his proximity.

"Yeah, yeah," he folds pathetically quicker, wiping away at your ceaseless tears with gentleness unfit of him. "You're not ugly, so stop crying… damn it."

lwk kinda rusheddddd, but uhhh lmk if u want part 2 w the other 3 ng11

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