❛ PATRI [ PATRI ] - MODERN AU ❜
You brighten even to the deep part of my heart.

REQUESTED BY: Bleach-Ulquiorra. Thank you!!

You're in class, reading and trying to solve your General Mathematics equation when the familiar white-haired boy appeared before you with a playful smirk on his face. He picked up the free pen laying on your table before he spun it using his fingers.

"What do you need?" you coldly asked.

"I'm not a photographer," Patri started.

"So? I don't care."

"But I can picture you and me together."

Averting your gaze from the confusing problem on your book, your friend was hoping to see a cute smile on your face and a musical chuckle coming from you but your stern look remained, leaving him scratching the back of his neck.

"You know, Patri, it's better if you start answering your activity."

"Oh, I came here to borrow something!"

"Oh?" You arched your eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Do you have a pencil? Cause I want to erase your past and write our future."

I should've seen it coming. Standing up from your chair, you started packing up your things since the bell rang already, meaning it's time for a break. You can't help but ignore Patri as he kept on going with his cheesy pick-up lines that, obviously, aren't working on you. Why does he keep annoying you, anyway? You just kept pushing him yet he still ends up tailing you.

"I must be in a museum because you truly are a work of art."

"No, Patri. You're in school. Shut up."

"Are you my phone charger? Because without you, I'd die."

"You're not a phone in the first place."

"Hello, Cupid called. He wants to tell you that he needs my heart back."

"Then get it from your chest."

And the day ended like that, a usual routine that occurs every day. He will keep bombing you with stupid and corny lines but you will just bicker back with a cold answer. Of course, he might hide it from you but he's hurting a little. Patri was known for having a soft heart ever since he was a child and this is just the first time he will take a shot for love.

Yet, he slowly realizes that maybe, his first shot was a miss.

"Patri," You called before sitting across him. You flashed a pile of bond papers in front of him, the report that you two should finish before Friday but he looks like he's too tired to cooperate.

Tired to cooperate? Or just tired from tailing you?

"Patri, are you listening?"

He nodded, closing the book he was reading upside down. "Of course, I am."

"Great, then can I come over to your house tomorrow so we can finish this before–"

The sound of you coming over to his house would be nice but before he could even think straight, he shook his head. This is going nowhere after all. He's just getting his heart broken so before that time comes, he has to protect it.

"I have the stuff to do tomorrow."

You were taken aback. "Like, what?"

"Avoiding you."

And with that, he stood up from his seat, leaving you to get to the nearest bathroom. You were speechless and it feels like your breathing stopped for a moment.

What, what did he just say?

[ TIMESKIP ]

You were puzzled. You can't think straight especially in a class like your mind is flying off somewhere.

"Avoiding you."

"Goddammit," crumpling the short bond paper in your hand, you throw it across your room. "Why the hell am I even bothered by it?!"

I should be glad, he's not going to throw me those corny pick-up lines.

Okay, but how long are you going to lie to yourself? Believe me or not, you like it. Even though it's corny, it's making you smile and laugh mentally. Even though it sounds stupid, you knew that Patri's trying his best to get your attention. But now, look, he gave up.

You knew you're not going anywhere with your report that's why you shut your laptop down. Stretching your arms as you stood up, your eyes suddenly landed on a polaroid picture pinned on your table. It was a stolen picture of you, smiling genuinely, a polaroid you saw from Patri's ID so you secretly took it from him. After he knew that your picture was missing from his ID, he went crying for days.

You tried to ask him what's wrong, acting innocently, but he kept saying that it's just nothing.

Now, you're guilty.

You knew you have to do something.

[ TIMESKIP ]

You've been standing in front of Patri's door for hours with a box of cake on hand. You are sweating like a mad man, ready to piss on his pants.

"What can't I click the stupid doorbell?!"

Dammit, Y/N, just click it! Ring it!

Pacing back and forth, the door suddenly clicked open as a Patri with his long hair tied in a bun, looking like he just woke up, peeked from behind. You almost dropped the cake.

Oh my God, I didn't know he was this hot.

"Y/N?"

Goodness, gracious, his voice. "What're you doing here?"

"I-I, a-actually I–do our report?"

"What?" He looked pissed. "I told you I have the stuff to do today–"

"Like avoiding me? It's fine. I'm just here to deliver the reports I finished beforehand. You can just continue it."

"Y-You should've just e-mailed me."

"I-It's fine and I...I baked a cake. I can't e-mail this one so I..."

You looked away, blushing. Yes, you slept for only two hours last night just to finish this cake. You don't even know if this one tastes good! You just literally followed the steps written on the internet.

"...I personally delivered it to you," You whispered.

Patri noticed those multiple band-aids on your hands and fingers and he suddenly felt guilty. He didn't mean to say those words yesterday and now you even baked a cake for him. Mindlessly, his heart turned automatically soft again.

"T-Thanks. Why don't you come in for a while?"

He opened the front door and surprisingly, everything is organized. There are scattered game consoles on the floor but it doesn't matter. The smell of coffee brewing from the kitchen made your stomach churn. You remembered that you only had a glass of milk this morning. You set the cake on the table before sitting on one of the chairs. Patri, on the other hand, prepared plates and forks for both of you.

It was awkwardly quiet.

"Y/N, I'm sorry for what I said yesterday."

"I should be the one saying sorry," you opened the box. "All I did was push you away."

"No, it's your right. You decide to pick the person you will like and it feels like I just kept forcing myself to yo–"

"But it doesn't mean I don't like you."

As he took a bite from your cake, he stopped chewing for a while, looking up so your eyes met. You blushed as your brain processed all the words you confessed to him but you knew there's no turning back.

"I...I mean, yeah, I like you, even though your pick-up lines are so stupid and corny. I-I might not show it to you but I'm happy every time I hear them."

Aw, teenagers will always be teenagers.

Patri smiled, biting his lip as he tasted the sweet, perfect taste of the cake you made for him. Only for him.

"You're so sweet," he smirked. "Are you cake?"

Okay, here we go again.

Chuckling, you shook your head. "Why?"

Patri grabbed your hand before he sat next to you. His warm hands cupped your cheeks before his piercing eyes looked directly on your lips, a little glossy yet so pinkish and delicious. You both can't help but get excited, your legs mindlessly squeezing each other under the table.

"'Cause I want a piece of that."

Well, you knew what he was talking about, right?