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Percy loved you. How couldn’t he? As much as he wouldn’t admit it, you changed his life. You were perfect, his other half. The thing was that you were too perfect, so perfect he didn’t even deserve to be next to you. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, you were meant to just be someone he dated. Falling in love with you was never the plan. When the two of you officially started going out he felt like the heavens had sent an angel to love him. You were his dream come true, someone who genuinely loved him for himself. He could’ve been the same dork he was when he was younger and you could’ve loved him. Before Percy could realize he had fallen madly in love with you. The more he started to realize this the more he felt unworthy of you. He had to do something.

The bright light from his phone stared back at him showing an ungodly hour. As much as Percy twisted and turned in his bed he couldn’t stay put. The more he was kept up by his thoughts the more he started to think, thinking alone in a dark room. His thoughts were killing him. He sat up on his bed looking into the darkness of his room. He had to distract himself somehow, grabbing his phone. The lock screen made his heart ache. As cheesy as it was, the picture he saved on his phone was a picture of you. The sight of you made his heart race just as much as it made his heart sink.

As he unlocked his phone and opened his messages he saw a message from you. He hesitated. He stared at the message you sent, shakingly clicking it. A goodnight message, wishing him sweet dreams. You ended the message with a heart and saying that you loved him. It was sent a few hours ago. Look at you, caring for him. He couldn’t do it anymore. He loved you, he truly did. You were the part of his heart that made him feel happy. He loved you so much he knew you deserved better. He didn’t deserve you. He didn’t know what he was going to do with his life. You did, you were studying to become a lawyer for the sake of helping, he was studying to be a doctor because he was good at it. He was dragging you down. If he stayed with you he would just continue to keep dragging you down. 

You were made for great things, but Percy Tozaki? What was he made for? A pretty face with a brain that was put to waste. Standing up he put on his shoes, not bothering to change from his nightwear. He needed to clear his mind. He had to before he went insane. Quietly he made his way out of his room, grabbing his house keys and his wallet as he entered the living room. He checked his phone before leaving the shared dorm.

The night was dark. There was a slight chill in the air but he didn’t mind it. He barely registered that he was cold. His mind was so caught up with different things he had no time to focus on what he was feeling. He exited the building and started wandering around the campus. Percy knew better than to be out this late. His legs didn’t stop though, nor did his thoughts. He stopped suddenly. His whole body had taken him to the place that changed everything. The place that in the light is seen crowded with people, but on nights like these it was empty, not a person to be seen. It was only Percy and his thoughts alone, back at the place he first met you, a pure coincidence that turned into something greater.

Sliding his phone out of his pocket he clicked on his messages. He stared blankly at his phone. Was he really going to do this? Yes, yes he was. You didn’t deserve to put up with him. You weren’t supposed to be someone special. He wasn’t supposed to be this in love with you. He would just ruin your life if you stayed with him. Still he hesitated. How could he tell you everything he was thinking without sounding like a complete idiot? How does one send a text that would ruin everything he had wanted in life? He stared at the screen for a few more moments, recalling every moment he spent with you. He could feel his heart start to race as he grew closer to making his final decision. Without even realizing it his eyes began to slightly water. His movements were wary and slow as he started typing out his words. He decided to leave it short and simple. A quick message that hopefully wouldn’t do much damage. 

“i think we should break up. you didn’t do anything wrong, i just don’t think we should stay together anymore. it’s the best for the both of us.”

He wanted to put more, to say everything he had been feeling, but if he did you’d make him feel better again. Just like you always did, fixing any problem he had without even realizing how much of a burden he was, like loving him was the easiest thing. He stared at the screen harder, almost as if he was waiting for something to tell him not to do it, but even if the biggest sign was showing him not to. He couldn’t turn back now, his tears started to overflow. From gathering in his eyes to rolling down on his cheek at an alarming rate. Was he making the right decision? Would you even care if the two of you broke up? Would you want this?

He didn’t allow himself to even finish the thought, because he knew what the answer would be, no. He knows this because he knows you, because he loves you, which is why he needs to do this. To set you free, so with a quick gesture and a pang of regret without looking back he sent his text message. Once he did he made sure to power off his phone and put it away. The damage was done. Now he stood in the middle of the night standing where the two of you first interacted, regret started to sink in. There was no returning though, he just wanted what was best for you. The cold snapped him out of his thoughts. It was late he should return before anyone woke up.

It felt like a long walk. He'd drag his feet with every movement he made. It felt like he was carrying a burden of weight on his shoulders, a weight that seemed so familiar he almost welcomed it home. Once he finally made it back to his room everything seemed off, but he was so tired he hardly cared. He put his phone to charge and remembered what he had just done not even thirty minutes ago, leaving one of the best things that had happened to him in a long while. His body was shutting down though, he’d have to deal with the consequences once the morning sun came. But just before his eyes closed and he would drift into a slumber, he regretted what he’d done.

-

“Can I play with your hair, Percy?”

That one question leads you where you are now, sitting crossed legged on the couch with Percy sitting on the floor, a gaming control set on the floor next to him as he looks across the many games Deja had. You were also preoccupied, looking for inspiration on what to do with his hair before finally picking out a style that you wanted to attempt to try out, zooming in on the photo you leaned down to show Percy. He reached out for your phone and scanned what you were showing him; he gave a brief smirk before nodding at the picture.

“Are you sure you have the abilities to do that though?” he commented with his signature smirk, letting you know that he was just being a tease.

You let out a huff before playfully rolling your eyes at him. “Of course I can, I'm a natural at everything I do!” He let out a chuckle before picking up a video game and showing it to you; you quickly recognized what game it was. You played it not too long ago with Deja on a rainy day; it was also the day you goofed off in the rain… and the day Cameron almost got sick for not wearing any protection from the rain. 

“Good choice.” Lifting up a thumbs up at his decision, he brightened a bit before crawling over to insert the disk into the gaming console. Surely Deja won’t mind if you made a new save for Percy, right? It was for a good cost after all; you got to play with his hair while he got to try out a new game, a win for everyone. Well, everyone besides Deja, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her! After quickly inserting the game, he crawled back over, setting himself right back to his old location.

Grabbing a brush, you started by making sure his hair didn’t have any knots before trying to style it. At first his hair was unsurprisingly smooth and well taken care of. That was until you got to a certain part that seemed to be twisted up in a knot, a small tangled mess in an area above his ear. Judging by the looks of it, it was most likely tangled due to Percy messing with it.

For some reason the hair lock didn’t seem to want to cooperate with you; genteelness didn’t seem to be suited to dealing with it, plus your patience was starting to fade. Running the brush slightly harder didn’t seem to work; in fact, it seemed to make it worse. Seeing as the hairbrush was now combined with the tangled mess, you tried to retrieve the brush with more force and once more before you lost all sense of capability to wait. Tugging the brush as hard as you could without actually using brutal force, you jolted suddenly once Percy groaned in pain.

“Watch the hair, sweetheart." He started caressing the spot that you had so ‘brutally’ yanked, “You’re trying to make me bald, aren’t you? So jealous, this is your way of sabotaging me!” He shot you a teasing glance; once he turned back to his video game, the screen showed a “GAME OVER” sign. Percy sighed as he clicked on the retry button. The game loaded back to where it had saved before Percy died by getting distracted from talking to you.

Rolling your eyes at him, you gave him a cheeky smile before pushing his head down, focusing back on trying to get the mess he had in his hair out. Luckily the brush had been freed from the mess, and not wanting to risk it getting stuck again, you decided on using your fingers to comb through Percy’s hair.

Slowly you started to comb your finger in his hair; the tangled knots in Percy’s hair got caught in between your fingers. Instead of yanking on them as you did with the hairbrush, you simply guided your other hand to help unravel the mess. Under your touch, you felt Percy tense up as you gently tugged and ran your fingers in his hair. A light shiver crept upon him as he relaxed into the soothing touch.

Surprisingly, the method of using your hands seemed to work better than having used the hairbrush to eliminate any kind of knots. As your finger kept caressing and smoothing out any out of place hair strand from Percy’s head, he started leaning into your touch ever so slightly, and before you both knew it, he had found a comfortable position where you had total access to his head. Using your fingers to run down his hair quickened the process and had left Percy and his hair more relaxed.

Running your hands through his hair was also quite fun; as odd as it seemed, it was nice to have your hands occupied in something that didn’t require you to use your brain so much. Instead, it was similar to floating down a lazy river, a somewhat calming experience for both parties. You looked back at your phone, grabbing the essentials you needed to start styling Percy’s hair.

By the time you finished Percy had finished a few levels in the video game he was playing. You examined your work before adding in one final touch, finally deciding you were done. You smiled and praised your work, you shook Percy’s shoulders to get him free from his trance at the screen. He paused the game before he looked up at you, “Finally done? My ass started to hurt a bit, you know.”

He gave you a grin before standing up and making his way to the bathroom to check out what you had done to his hair. You followed after him once you pushed all the materials to your side; you leaned at the doorway when you neared him. “I know, awesome, isn’t it?” you remarked at your ability. You watched as he rolled his eyes at your teasing before nodding. “I do look good, but I think that’s just how I always am. Though you did do a good job, I'll admit.” You brightened at the compliment, completely disregarding what he said before. In short words, you enjoyed playing with Percy’s hair; you got the feeling he also liked it.

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yayy, a very short fic i made for percy... oh god im gonna be so tired in the morning BUT I DID IT I GOT OUT OF WRITERS BLOCK!!

The first time Darren saw you was when he went to his mom’s class, you just had this look in your eyes. Basically mesmerizing by him, he could practically see the stars in your eyes, he didn’t know how to feel.

It was… strange? Qiu would be talking to you but you’d just be looking at him, why him? He didn’t understand what you saw in him, he just shrugged it off and thought it was because he was older, kids tend to look up to older kids. It didn’t make sense when he grabbed Baxter, Baxter was older than him and you were still focusing on him!

You said bye to him first, before Qiu and Baxter? He found it weird, he even asked Qiu about it! Of course Qiu didn’t have anything to say, “they probably just think you’re cool, Darren.” Maybe he was right.

He wasn’t sure, he wasn’t sure when he caught the walnut in his mouth, he wasn’t sure if you’d thrown in on purpose. Did you mean for it to get to him? When you looked down and waved at him, he wasn’t sure what to feel, he looked away. But he was kinda glad, he liked how it came from you. It made him feel kind of special in a way, he knows it wasn’t on purpose, there’s no way you intentionally made him get the walnut.

Still next time you guys hanged out he smiled a bit, he was excited to ride his bike. He was excited to race, and he might’ve been a bit excited to see you.. he liked your helmet! And once again you greeted him first, once you all got to the park you even raced with him and Qiu! Your reason was… something, “if Darren’s racing, I’ll race too.”

How were you not embarrassed? Apparently you were good at riding bikes.. and fast, it was basically a race between you and Qiu, that was until you fell from your bike. You stopped talking to Qiu and started to look around, you were looking for something.. or someone. You were looking for him, he knew it, you caught his eye before you fell.

Of course you got injured when you fell, it was a scratch on your hand, it was bleeding. He winced at the impact, but he still crouched down and asked if you were okay. He was concerned… it was a bad injury! And you just looked so.. scared? Well that probably wasn’t the right word.

You were smiling, the moment he asked if you were okay there was a stupid grin on your face. It replaced the tears that gathered in your eyes, Qiu offered his bandanna since neither of them had bandaids. You refused at first, you insisted you could do it yourself and that you didn’t need help, but Darren could see you struggling.

He took it upon himself to help you, Qiu almost told him not to but you quickly let him help. Of course you did, he was your favorite after all, right? Darren had to admit he kinda liked having you around, usually people looked up to Qiu, him included. But with you around he got to feel like that, he understood why Qiu had his big ego now.

shhh this sucks but i wanted to give it a try anyways :3