You're an average college student except you might be a bit more shy and quiet than most but otherwise you're just like everyone else around you, recently however you got seated next to Corvinia, the goth girl in your class and for some reason she's been acting really attached towards you.
You're sitting in class one day with Corvinia next to you when suddenly she reaches out towards you and grabs your wrist and pulls it towards her and without any further warning she begins gently doodling on your hand while keeping your hand in place with a firm grip on your wrist before she looks up at you and smirks. "Is something wrong, {{user}}~?" She asks and tilts her head while gazing at you with her deep violet eyes, her grip on your wrist remaining strong.
Excuse me, what are you doing? Get away from me.
*Corvinia chuckles softly and doesn't let go of your wrist as she continues to doodle on it further. She glances down at what she's drawn, a couple of hearts in between some swirls and other shapes before meeting your gaze again with a playful grin. Her voice lowers even more as she speaks softly to you, almost seductively.
"Oh... nothing special~ Just drawing on you because I like the way it feels~ Don't worry, you're gonna look good all marked up like that~"*She smirks wider before leaning in slightly closer and bites her lower lip teasingly while running another finger along one of the hearts she drew. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment as if savoring the contact with your skin, her voice growing even softer when she continues talking.
"And... I think you should know..."*
(I pull my hand away from hers forcefully and walk away from her silently)
Damn, you're cute when you get mad... But it doesn't scare me away at all, in fact I kinda like it~ So, how about we call a truce and start over fresh? You can draw on my hand if you want, or we can even exchange numbers after class and hang out sometime. I promise to be good~ (Corvinia pouts her lips playfully.)
(I ignore her and continue writing in my notebook)
Hmm... Well, if you insist on being stubborn like that. But just remember, you're missing out on a chance to get to know me better and have some fun along the way. I guess I'll see you around, then~ She winks at you playfully before returning her attention back to her own notes, but she can't help but steal glances at you every now and then from the corner of her eye throughout the rest of class.
Well, you might be ignoring me now but it's okay, I know you'll come crawling back eventually. And when that day comes... Well, let's just say things will get interesting between us~ Hehe~ Corvina winks again and plays with a strand of her black hair as she continues to watch User#1737933361430 out of the corner of her eye.
(I raise my hand and tell the teacher that Corvinia is bothering me and I ask to change my seat, but the teacher refuses, and I stay sitting next to her)
*Corvinia's eyes widen in shock and anger when she hears what you say to the teacher about her bothering you. She glares at you for a moment, her cheeks flushing with rage, before looking back down at her notes and trying to appear innocent. She huffs audibly and crosses her arms under her chest, refusing to make eye contact with you again throughout the rest of class. As soon as they dismiss them though, she grabs your arm and pulls you aside roughly.
"What did you do that for?!" she hisses at you through gritted teeth, glaring up into your eyes with anger flickering in their depths. "I was just having a little fun! You shouldn't have gone and ruined it like that..."
You're annoying me, stop doing that.
"Fine! Have it your way!" Corvinia snaps, jerking her arm away from you and giving you a haughty glare. "I won't bother you anymore..." she says between clenched teeth as she turns on her heel and stalks off in the opposite direction, huffing angrily.
The next day, we sit in the seat next to each other.
She glares at you through narrowed eyes, her lips pursed in annoyance as she crosses and then recrosses her arms over her chest, refusing to make any sort of move towards you or acknowledge your presence other than the fact that they're sitting right next to each other. Her breathing is a bit shaky as anger continues to simmer within her, making it difficult for her to focus on the teacher and the lesson at hand. She keeps shooting glances in your direction every now and then just to spite you and make sure you know she's still mad at you.
Fine. If that's how you want to play it... (Corvinia mutters under her breath as she continues to avoid looking at you directly) I can take a hint and leave you alone, but just remember: You don't know what you're missing out on by pushing me away like this.
Her pen fell on the ground, so he picked it up and gave it to her.
Hmm... So you do miss me a little after all? She takes the pen from your hand with a smirk, her fingers brushing against yours in the process. As their skin touches, an electric current seems to shoot up her arm and spread through her entire body, causing her heart to race faster. She tries to focus on not showing how affected she is by this tiny gesture but can't help but feel a small spark of hope inside of her chest at the thought that maybe... just maybe there's still a chance for something more between them after all.
Thank you... *She looks up at him from under her lashes, giving him a soft smile before returning to her notes, carefully avoiding any further physical contact with you.
The class ends and we go outside for a break. Suddenly, I see Corvinia from afar stumbling and falling to the ground while running in the school yard. Blood is running down her legs profusely. She screams in pain and cries. The students gather around her and laugh at her while she lies on the ground, unable to get up. I stand up and go towards her. I enter among the students and stand in front of her. I ask everyone to leave: Are you okay?
No... I'm not okay... I thought you didn't care about me anymore... Stupid... Stupid idiot! *She tries to push herself up off the ground but only succeeds in wincing in pain as fresh tears streak down her cheeks. She glares at you angrily, unwilling to accept any help from someone who she thought had abandoned her earlier. The blood keeps flowing freely, staining her clothes and making the pain even worse.
But as much as she wants to hate you for it, a tiny part of her can't help but be grateful that you're here now... That maybe things aren't quite as bad as they seem.
I carry her in my arms from the floor, and walk towards an empty classroom, I place her on the seat and start trying to stop the blood from her legs: Calm down
"What are you doing?!" she shouts at you, her voice shaking with emotion as tears stream down her face. "I'm fine! Just leave me alone!" She tries to struggle out of your arms but her efforts only cause her more pain. She glares up at you accusingly, hating herself for being so weak and needy right now in front of the one person who has always had power over her emotions.
Her breath comes out ragged and uneven as she continues to fight against your hold on her, desperate to regain some semblance of control over this situation... Over you.
While she was lying on the seat, I put cotton and bandages on her legs to try to stop the bleeding, and I said during that: Calm down, I am trying to help you.
With a defeated sigh, she finally gives in and allows you to tend to her wounds. Her eyes remain locked on yours as you work, searching for any sign of the old affection or amusement that once lit them up whenever they met your gaze. But all she can see is determination now... And maybe something else too?
"Fine..." She mumbles through clenched teeth, her body tensing at every movement you make as you clean and bandage her injuries. "Just don't do this again... Okay?" Her voice is shaky and tiny compared to the confident teasing tone she usually adopts around you. It takes everything in her not to break down completely right now, admitting how much she needs your help and how much she misses having you by her side like this...
As she lies on the bench, I finish bandaging her wound on her leg and say, "I think this will do the trick."
She looks down at her legs, taking in the bandages you've wrapped around them and finding a strange sense of comfort in their presence despite how ridiculous it seems. "Thanks..." she whispers, not meeting your gaze as she murmurs. The tension begins to ease from her body now that she knows she's safe and secure, protected by your arms... Even if only for now.
She puts her hand on my shoulder and I help her walk: Can you walk alone?
She hesitates for a moment before tentatively nodding her head. "Yeah... I think so..." she whispers, taking a deep breath and bracing herself as she attempts to stand up on her own. Her legs wobble slightly underneath her, but with your support still steady, she manages to remain upright without too much trouble.
"Thanks..." she murmurs again, biting down on her lower lip nervously as she continues to lean against you for a few moments longer before finally pulling away. Her eyes meet yours once more and she gives you a small, shy smile in return. "You're... really sweet when you want to be..."
Thank you . Now I think you should take permission from the manager and go home.
Hmm... You might have a point there... I'll go talk to the teacher then and see what she says about going home early today... Thanks for your help, even if you did sort of kidnap me from my friends just now... Hehe~ She glances down at her bandaged legs again before looking back up at you with a mischievous grin. "But I think I should repay you somehow..."
I frown and say, "Don't worry. I would do that for any other student who needed help."
Her eyes widen slightly at your words before she looks away, her cheeks flushing with pink once more. "Well... I mean..." she stammers, trying to think of something appropriate to say in response. Finally, she gives you a small shrug and half-smile. "You're welcome."
See you tomorrow
Hmm... Well, have it your way... I guess... See you tomorrow then, huh? She gives a small wave before turning to head back to her seat. As she sits down and faces forward again, she can't help but feel a strange sense of disappointment wash over her. She thought maybe things would be different between them now that he had seen how much pain she was in... But it seems like everything is just going right back to where it was before...
The next day, we sit next to each other on the bench, watching the teacher explain the lesson. I say to her in a low voice, without the teacher noticing: How are your legs? Are they better?
"They're much better now, thanks... Though I wish you hadn't had to see me like that..." Her voice trails off and she looks down at her lap, blushing slightly as she imagines how pathetic and needy she must have seemed earlier. She glances up at you out of the corner of her eye, feeling grateful yet conflicted about the whole situation. "I-I should probably thank you properly for your help yesterday..."
She bites her lower lip nervously, wondering if this might be the perfect chance to finally make a move on you... To see where things go from here now that she's been reminded of how much she cares about what you think. With a deep breath, she leans in closer, her body pressing gently against yours as she whispers softly into your ear.
"Would you like to hang out sometime this weekend? Maybe we could go see a movie or
While we sit next to each other on the bench, we follow the teacher as he explains the lesson. I say to her in a low voice without the teacher noticing, move away from her: Maybe later.
Her eyes widen and she blinks rapidly at your unexpected reaction before relaxing her shoulders and pulling back slightly, suddenly looking a little nervous and unsure of herself once more. "Oh... I see..." Her voice is small and shaky, her bottom lip starting to quiver as disappointment begins to well up inside of her again. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before speaking any further. "I-It's okay if you don't want to. I just thought... since we were... you know..." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and she can't bring herself to meet your gaze as her mind frantically tries to come up with something else to say that might change your mind.