Spell it out?
In which you refuse to believe a man like Mattheo riddle could be obsessed with you and are immediately proven wrong by the man himself.
Oblivious!fem!reader x Mattheo Riddle
Words: 854
A/n: lowkey kinda hate this but here ya go guys
“No.” You say definitively, arms crossed over your chest as a frown graces your lips. “Stop trying to bullshit me, enzo.”
Lorenzo makes a sound of indignance, pouting at you like you’ve truly hurt his sentiments.
“Y/n, don’t do this to me. I’m telling you, that man is utterly obsessed with you.” He insists, leaning down to get all up in your face like the annoying bastard he is. You scoff, pointedly shoving at his chest for distance. His grin is unrepentant even as he stumbles back, like he’s daring you to prove him wrong.
“Why am I friends with you?” You sigh.
“Because I’m a right handsome bloke,” he flounders and you roll your eyes.
Lorenzo had been behind you lately with his ‘theory’. It was an absurd creation of his mind, and he insisted that Mattheo riddle liked you. Well in his words, Mattheo riddle was obsessed with you.
Yeah right.
“Okay, so let’s assume I believe your shit for even a minute.” You say, eyes narrowed. “I’ll still need definitive proof, enz.”
“Proof!” He agrees, and you mentally chide yourself. He looks like he has proof, with the way he’s grinning. Merlin help you.
Lorenzo clears his throat theatrically, arms wide open as he starts to say, “he sits beside you in every lecture, which is weird since you’re a nerd and you talk everyone’s ears off—“
He’s properly cut off by you smacking the back of his head.
“Ow!” He yelps, rubbing his head with an injured expression. “You’re a cruel woman.” But he bounces back with his theory.
“So yeah, he listens to you talk. He never listens to anyone, like, anyone. I’ve only ever seen him glare, but his lips twitch when he looks at you!” He rambles, arms flapping like a bird’s.
“Enzo..” you grumble, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“He’s totally obsessed with you, I swear—“
“Who’s obsessed with who?”
Enzo freezes. You glance up and fight to keep your mouth closed. Mattheo stands behind enzo, arms crossed, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Who’s obsessed with who, Lorenzo?” He asks again, sharper and lorenzo visibly gulps.
“I..um well. You see, Mattheo, there are many people in the school obsessed with other people, makes you wonder if it’s a love potion? Or teenage harmones? Or—?”
Lorenzo is the worst liar in history and you’re growing red with second hand embarrassment. Mattheo looks unimpressed at his blabbering, glancing at you briefly like ‘how do you deal with this?’
Lorenzo flounders, and ends up just spitting it out.
“You’re obsessed with Y/n!” He says, loud enough to make several heads turn in the hallway. You have half a mind to hex your loud mouth friend, but Mattheo’s nonchalance throws you off kilter.
“Yeah,” he says, nodding like it checks out. “And?”
What. The. Fuck. ?
You blink, letting your mouth hang open as you straighten up, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. Enzo gives you a look, smug asshole, and withers just a bit under Mattheo’s glare.
“Nothing..” he mumbles. “Nothing at all, Mattheo.”
“What do you mean nothing?” You scoff, stepping forward. “Don’t play into his delusions! I thought you were above pranks, Mattheo.”
Mattheo looks at you like you’re the one being unreasonable and it boils your blood.
“Y/n,” he says, voice quieter, lacking its usual edge as his eyes soften. “I thought it was obvious?”
Lorenzo takes a step back, letting you and Mattheo be face to face and hides a snicker behind his mouth. You both ignore him.
“I’ve been so bloody obvious? I sit with you in class everyday, I bloody smile at you! I don’t smile at someone unless their making a fool of themselves. And dammit, love, how have you not figured it out?” He says, running an agitated hand through his hair.
“She’s hopelessly oblivious.” Enzo chimes in helpfully.
“No,” you glare at him. “I’m just..” but yeah, enzo might be right on this one. You’re an idiot. Your neck grows hot at the thought and you groan, burying your face in your hands.
“You’re not pulling my leg?” You ask meekly, glancing at him from behind the gaps of your fingers. “You like me?”
“A bit too much, if I’m honest.” Mattheo chuckles, reaching forward to pry your hands from your face. “But in case you need me to spell it out..”
He pulls you closer, his hands firm around your wrists as he tugs you to his chest.
“Hogsmeade?” He whispers, dark eyes boring down at you. “Tomorrow, four o clock?”
“Yeah,” you exhale, your fingers catching his robe sleeves to steady yourself. Lorenzo hollers from behind you. You both ignore him. Again.
“It’s a date.” He grins, and dear Merlin he’s right. He never really does smile at anyone except you. Not like that. Not really.
It’s safe to say, Lorenzo is a royal pain in your ass after Mattheo walks off. But for once, you don’t swat him away for his comments. Because for all your obliviousness..it’s a good thing Mattheo’s bold, and obvious as hell for the woman he wants.
