FAN FIC REQUEST DONE - #1 - TROPHAN (REQ BY muskystar!!)

hihiii! first attempt/request lolz. i hopee this is ok?? im fucking shit at writing trophan especially cuz theyre a rarepair, but im down to try new stuff!!

i hope this is good enough lmao i didnt read thru thizz, tlel me if therz a mistake!!

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Trophy shot a glare, a hand by Fan on the wall, (in)effectively pinning him against it.

“Where do you think you’re going, hm?”

Fan just stared up at him awkwardly, not a word coming out. He was probably trying to process the situation, not understanding Trophy’s intent. This silence seemed to tick Trophy off, and he moved a hand to grip Fan’s chin harshly, earning a yelp from him.

“Did you not hear me? Or are you just that stupid?? You spilt my goddamn herbal tea! - “
“Yeah, uhm, I heard you. Why are you mad at me again?”

Trophy blinked a few times. Fan stared up with the same awkwardness. Trophy grumbled lowly under his breath, letting go of his chin and pushing him against the wall harshly. Fan didn’t seem to react much, but eye contact was averted. It was hard to tell - since fan was already red - but… was that… blush?

Trophy’s eyes widened, pushing himself off Fan in near-bewilderment. Fan seemed to take a breath, using his hand to cover his face, knowing that Trophy noticed.

“Oh- dude! Don’t tell me you’re into this!” Trophy snapped, Fan struggled to respond properly.

“…yeah.”

The taller paused, didn’t expect him to admit it…  It almost made him flustered. Yet, he pushed down the thought, and he tried to keep his composure (awful at hiding it).

“Wow. that’s…” (Oh, don’t tell me I’m getting flustered too! God damnit-)

“Trophy—you’re. you’re blushing.” Fan interrupted, pointing it out (much to Trophy’s dismay). It was unclear why he did, but it just made Trophy more flustered.

“A-and?! What if I am! I—”

He stopped, pinching the bridge of his nose(?) and looking away. Yeah, he was flustered as shit.

The shorter one seemed to give a soft, sheepish smile, glancing off to the side. Trophy stared down, dumbfounded by his reaction. He didn’t notice how flustered he was as he just watched, since when could Fan do that???

“Don’t—don’t make that face!” He complained almost childishly, covering own his face with a hand, but nothing could let him pretend he wasn’t blushing so damn hard. It was almost unfair, why was this moron so cute??

“hah—what face? This one?---” Fan teased; Trophy sighed. Seems that he was having far more fun than Trophy, which just made the jock further upset.

“yes, that one. stop it...”

Admittedly, Trophy didn’t mind looking at his face…
…Did he just admit that?? Good grief, he’s gone soft. Surely he was just—Feeling odd tonight. Maybe he lost some of his mind after being trapped in a closet and sneezed on for half a damn year? It wouldn’t be a stretch, he hoped.

Yet something just felt so natural here; as if it wouldn’t make a difference if he wasn’t claustrophobic now. Did he genuinely like Fan?

Trophy was silent, stuck in his thoughts. The shorter stared up at him, not speaking either, but observed the one above him… he was blushing pretty damn hard, it was rather impressive; he’d never seen Trophy capable of this. Seems like he’s putting this in his blog, maybe that’ll gander an actual audience…

However, Trophy locked eyes with Fan again, expression softening with a huff under his breath. Fan didn’t really move, already looking up, but he averted his eyes awkwardly. Trophy didn’t seem to care, rolling his eyes and giving a small, short peck on Fan’s lips before pulling away with a glare.

Fan, obviously, was shocked. No way would he have expect Trophy to actually make a move. Seems like Fan was the overly-flustered one now. He didn’t speak from his shock, just blinking to process what just happened.

Trophy scoffed after he pulled back, pausing to gaze into Fan’s eyes before standing back up straight, crossing his arms and looking down in an almost judging glance. He then turned away, speaking as he walked off.

“Goodnight, idiot.”

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this is kinda shit sorry. hooppe it was ok. 3rd last paragraph was SHIT 🥳🌈