‘Ask me what I'm thinking about 

I'll tell you that I'm thinking about

Whatever you're thinking about’

“Hey, what you reading there crimson?” 

You snapped your head up at the unknown voice, your eyes locking onto a pair of catlike brown eyes. You narrowed your eyes at the stranger. That seemed to force a chuckle out of him. 

“Don't remember me do you?”

A sudden burst of memories seemed to slam right into your mind as you recognised that all too familiar smirk from two nights ago. Your eyes widened as your mouth formed an “O” shape, and to further your embarrassment, that just made the boy burst into a bout of laughter. 

“Well, at least answer my question, since I assume that we’ve already gotten quite a bit familiar with each other.” He said while pulling a library chair out from across you and plopping down in it with a smirk that made your knees wobble a little. 

Still too shaken up, it took you a moment to realise what he had asked in the first place. Lifting the book in your hands a little, you mumbled out the name of the manga you were reading. 

“Ah, that’s a good one but the main character gets a little too cocky by the middle, don’t you think?” 

Quickly overcoming your surprise of him actually having read it, your reply comes out before you even realise it, 

“ Oh he absolutely does, but that’s the whole point of it isn’t it?” 

He tilts his head, signalling for you to continue, 

“Well, you see, that’s the whole trope- the main character has flaws and always sees himself as the bad guy, but he realises just how much of an unreliable narrator he himself was when the female lead ends up accepting him and loving him for who he is anyways.”

“But why would she still accept him after all the pain and hurt he caused?”  

“I don’t know...maybe she thought she deserved it.” 

His eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at you with a gaze sharp enough to cut through diamond. 

Just then, his phone notification rang, and he let out a sigh before getting up. “I hope to see you around crimson”

You scrunch your nose up at the strange nickname but he simply laughs as he ruffles your hair and walks away. 

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no this is totally not me projecting my issues onto a fic

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PART 2 PREVIEW- 

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

The constant buzzing of your phone wakes you up. Checking the time on the clock next to your bed, you notice that it’s 2:37 am. Your phone buzzes again and you groan.  

“someone better be fucking dying” you murmur to yourself sleepily. Ready to use the person on the other side as a punching bag, you answer the call without even checking who the caller is. 

“I’m outside, can you please open the door crimson?”