my own fanfic of my ocs! Highschool obsession AU chapter 1

Got a highschool obsession au of my ocs & decided 2 put it up here cause why not lolz.

here's the first chapter. don't know how long it is but I hope you enjoy! :D

Miko: they/them
Ari: He/him

The beginning

Miko walks towards Ari

” Hey so I heard you like anime?” Ari perks a brow not looking up from his work but clearly paying attention

” Uhm, its fine if you don’t wanna talk about it, but I don’t really have anyone 2 share my interests with, and you just seem like a really cool person”

”Stop. Just. Stop.” Ari lets go of his pencil, finally looking up at Miko standing awkwardly beside the desk.

Their skirt edge is slightly worn near their left side. They obviously have a nervous habit of holding and rubbing the edge of their skirt, this Ari already knew. Though Miko doesn’t notice Ari making this deduction.

Ari sighs heavily ”Listen, nerd” he pushes his hair back from his face with a quick sweep ”I’ve watched a bit of anime, but truly I don’t think I’d even wanna talk 2 you about it. You just don’t seem like the intellectual type. I watch anime for the story. You, don’t.” He picks up the pen again, starting to write. Dismissing the fact that Miko’s eyes are starting to tear up

” Oh. Uh o-kay” a slight sniffle slips through in the middle of the sentence, but Ari dismisses it. The sound of footsteps starts and Ari glances up at Miko walking away. 

A controlled look is always present on Aris face. But alas. That face which doesn’t show has all the more reasons to hide what’s beneath.

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Light floods into the room as the door opens, though the light disappears even quicker than as it came.

Posters and frames adorn the walls; trophies fill the shelves.

Light barely seeps through the curtains. The lamp above flicker on, tinting everything in the room with yellow.

Thoughts of the interaction earlier flood his mind. Miko had actually interacted with him. They even wanted to talk about anime! OH, FUCK why had he been such an ass? Though on the other hand- Ari picks up a box hidden under his bed. If Miko and… him got closer, he can’t even think about it without panicking. That would increase the chances of them figuring out about- WELL no need 2 think about that. Right now, he just wants to indulge in his interests.

Pushing out his chair with one foot while placing the box on the table, he’s about to sit down. Though before doing so, he rushes to the door making sure it's locked. A family of people who forget to knock before entering private quarters prove to make certain hobbies of his a little more difficult to indulge in.

Sitting down at the desk before the curtained window, he opens the box. Carefully he takes out item after item. A piece of fabric. Some paper that seems to have been previously crumbled up. Some printed photos and the most priced possession. A chewed-up pencil.

Each item placed carefully on the table; Ari sits back in his chair admiring his work. Each item carries so much story.

His biggest interest. Though of course he does have more photos and plenty of documents with over thousands of words, these are his most prized possessions. Kept away from all eyes that aren’t his. He could never have this ruin his reputation of course.

A slow and shaky breath is drawn from his lips. “If only you could-…” the words are nothing more than a low mutter, the sentence half complete. 

He looks at the piece of fabric, almost picking it up in his hands but it jerks back before reaching the soft polyester-cotton blend. 

How cute their small habits are, rubbing at the edge of their skirt.
His breathing gets raspier.
Thinking that nobody would notice the way they stand when talking to someone that makes them nervous. Their smile as they try to keep a confident exterior, clearly about to break down from the interaction. And when they chew on their pencils during tests because they think extra hard about a question.

Their eyes, their nose. Their mouth… Ari’s mind drifts quickly from the thoughts that surface. And the days they forget to shave in the morning, you can slightly see feathery hairs growing above their top lip. Their lips. 

“Miko” The name trembles from his lips as he says it. A sharp pain jolts him from his trance. Glancing down at his left hand a few speckles of blood trickle out from fresh claw marks. Fuck. Had he been holding his left hand that tight? Shit it’s getting on his pants. Fuck, oh fuck. Leaving the items on the desk he rushes to his dresser across the room. The blood trickles down his hand towards the floor. There must be some Band-Aids somewhere in this fucking drawer. A bland band-aid quickly covers the new made scar. 

He also quickly changes his pants and puts the dirtied pair in the laundry hamper placed at the end of his bed.

He hurries to the table making sure none of the items were damaged in his desperation to stop the bleeding. Though everything looks to be in order, lying right where he had left it.

A loud sigh escapes from his lips. He hadn’t realized he was so tense about the situation.

Pulling the chair closer to the table once again he picks up the pencil. He still remembers the day he obtained it with excruciating detail.

The way that he had been in a hurry that morning because his parents had forgotten to prepare breakfast. And studying the night before he had idiotically forgotten to put his pencil case back in his bag. So, leaving the house in a hurry he had completely forgotten to bring it to school.

Though this had annoyed him at the time, little did he know it would bring his most prized possession.

They had an assignment given to them by the teacher, an assignment to be written on paper. Though Ari brushed this off as an easy task, he underestimated what lack of preparation can do to someone.

So, looking through his bag he slowly started panicking. Of course, still keeping the calm and collected expression on his face. Though he still lacked the proper tool to complete the task.

“Excuse me miss Liams. It seems I’ve forgotten to bring my pencil case today. Do you have a spare pencil I could borrow for the lesson?” A hand raised, all eyes on him.

“Oh, I’m so terribly sorry Ari. It seems we're in the same boat when it comes to this matter” she says while presumably looking through her bag behind the desk. “Perhaps you could ask one of your classma- “
“Uh, you’re free to borrow one of my pencils if you’d like” A small voice pipes up from the back of the class. Ari already knows the voice. The few times they do speak up, he always listens. They always have something interesting to say, if only they would speak to him more often. He often imagines Miko talking to him before going to bed. But that’s besides the point. Miko is talking to him!

“Thank you Miko” A sharp and quick response follows the words uttered by Miko. The sound of a chair scrapes across the floor followed by a few footsteps towards Ari. The pencil gets handed to him. It’s chewed on and well used, like all other pencils in their pencil case. The graphite is rounded at the nib and the eraser on the other end used down to the metal holding it. There's a cute watermelon pattern on the pencil. Though some parts of the plastic are flaking off due to the amount of chewing that had been done to it.

He gives a short smile to Miko and faces the paper. The rest of the day had faded away at that interaction. Of course, when the class had ended, classic Miko had forgotten all about it and didn’t end up asking for it back. Ari hadn’t intended on giving it back anyway. 

He had stayed awake almost that entire night thinking through that interaction, just lying in his bed. Going through every movement Miko had made. The fluctuations of their voice when they spoke. 

Ari loves to go over the interaction every now and then. Every now and then being every day.

A sigh is let out as he sets the pencil back down on the table.

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Miko looks up at the sky. It’s almost free of clouds. Showing the raw blue underneath. Some would describe the day as being nice or even good, just based on the weather.

But to be honest. The only thing Miko can think about is the raw truth of the blue under the clouds. How they had exposed themself like that to Ari of all people. And being shot down like that. They even had to run to the bathroom to not be seen crying. Though there weren’t that many people around anyway since it was the end of the day.

Miko could’ve sworn that Ari was a kind person, though often a little cold but never mean. 

Summery days never bring happiness other than the warm rays of the sun to dry away fresh tears.

Their shoes scrape along the pavement in a slow fashion.

Though the tears on their face gets dried and the red in their eyes dissipate, a deep lump still lies in their chest.

Hope y'all enjoy the little chapter :P sorry if its a little short/long I mostly write this story just 4 myself lolzz