There was a powerful feeling in Wednesday's meagre heart- a feeling she only ever usually got through epicaricacy or the misfortune of those around her. It was a feeling something similar to joy, only this feeling hurt. It was truly quite painful. It had taken her a while to pick her own mind but she wouldn't the mystery of this feeling beat her. Wednesday quickly narrowed the source down to Y/N. It was his fault- he was the only explanation. When she talked to him, she found that her snake like tongue wouldn't hiss as much- though she definitely still laced her words with all the venom she had. Her cold hands would become clammy when they were together- a perfect excuse as to why she so often lost fencing duels to him.
Often in the early hours of the morning- before their classes, Y/N and Wednesday would meet in the fencing hall to go head-to-head a few times, test one another's abilities before Coach Vlad got to his office. With her all black fencing attire in her bag, she wandered into the large duelling space to find it empty and without a trace of life. He head scanned the room. No dirty footprints, no equipment had been moved and it was peacefully quiet. She furrowed her brows- perhaps Y/N had meant to inform her that he couldn't make it- or, more likely, maybe he slept through his alarm. An indistinct sigh left her dulled lips while her shoulders dropped a little. The feeling in her heart calmed much to her dismay.
As the boots of her heels dug into the floors to swivel, she caught onto the heavy scent of coffee. The distinct bitter and yet sickly sweet smell of a strong cappuccino caught her tongue and filled her nostrils. As far as she knew, Coach Vlad never drank coffee, and he never showed up to his workspace this early- unless he had decided to pick up new habits but Wednesday doubted it. She rested the soles of her shoes back to the ground as she advanced deeper into the hall and reached a hefty wooden door beyond the corner of the duelling hall. Coach Vlad's office. The scent grew in strength. She was fairly certain that even the smell of coffee was strong enough for her to feel a kick of caffeine.
One of her slender hands faced flat on the rough wood of the door as she debated on whether or not to push the door open. Again, a sigh escaped her before she gave into her curiosity and hopes- she pushed the door open. Despite the weight and presumable age of the timber door, it gave little to no sound, and it was obvious that it had been well oiled.
Sure enough, her hopes gave her the correct assumption as her eyes set on the side profile of her prey- and what an amusing prey he was. Y/N had his head buried into a leather stitched book as he leant back in the coach's swivelling chair, his legs also up on the desk. He hadn't even noticed the small figure walk in, evidently far too engrossed in the read.
The girl took his oblivion as a chance to take in his beauty. Not even the most priceless paintings or greatest gruesome of dead bodies could give Wednesday the visual satisfaction he did. A slight pull on her elfin lips formed as the wild ache in her chest grew once more. Once she felt somewhat satisfied, she loudly cleared her throat.
"Oh- Crap!" Y/N blurted as he recoiled his legs from the mahogany desk in a panic that he'd been caught by the chair's true and dreadful owner, knocking off an open flask of steaming coffee in the process. The next few sentences formed by Y/N could only be described as a shaken and desperate flurry of curses and swears as he proceeded to drop his book into the milky brown puddle on the waxed floors. In yet another take of trepidation and cursing ensued as he scrambled to pick the flask and book up before too much liquid slipped out or soaked in. He placed the flask on the desk and the set down the book, resulting in a wet slap against the wooden surface. Y/N turned his head only to find that it was Wednesday that had intruded. His hand settled a top of the position of his heart, it's fast beating was a hard speed to follow despite its obvious, rhythmic pounds against his palm.
Amused, Wednesday's smirk grew. "Your footwork always has been messy." She teased, mocking him and his fencing abilities and his fumbling.
"Yeah, well... Whatever." Y/N muttered, his head scanning the panelled room for some paper towels to clean up the mess he made. "Not good..." he breathed while standing over the mess. "This was your fault, not mine." he commented, using the sole of his shoe to attempt to disperse the mess rather than leaving it to sit. This however, was an awful choice as the coffee only spread, sinking ever deeper, ever further across the floor.
"Unlike you, I am not telekinetic- I couldn't have moved that flask even if I had wanted to." She disagreed, ignoring the fact that he was indirectly blaming her for the spillage. Her eyes landed on a small box at the head of the coach's desk. Opening it up, she found a set of tissues. She scoffed and rolled her eyes at the boy's lack of awareness. "Here." she spoke holding the box over to him.
"Ah, so you are useful for something other than creeping around." Y/N deadpanned, to which she just scoffed. He pulled out one or two tissues, dropping them to the wet patch. Her grabbed two more, dropping them on where the other tissues hadn't covered before once more using the 'Foot-sweep technique', pushing the now soggy tissues around with the sole of his shoe in the attempts to absorb the coffee.
However, when he lifted his foot away, the now merged amalgamation of soggy tissues followed, sticking to his shoe. "Ugh... Ew." He mumbled under his breath, shaking his leg from side to side, hoping that the tissues would detach themselves but found little success. Instead, he displayed the sole of his shoe to the small girl, levering his leg with both his hands, holding it up. "Here, pick it off for me."
"No." She snarked bluntly. "Why would I?"
"Because you love me." he spoke with a healthy ounce of sarcasm, his eyes rolling. Of course, there was little truth in his words, or at least not that she knew of.
Wednesday froze up like a deer in fast approaching headlights, her cheeks growing slightly red in coloration, her nose very much the same. "I wouldn't get your hopes up. I am more likely to unravel your muscle fibres and knit a sweater." She shot back once she untied her tongue, her arms folded over her chest.
The pair stood in silence for what felt like hours, eyes interlocked. The distant noise of twanging metal sabres sounded through the wooden door. Y/N's eyes went wide. "Coach Vlad." He uttered. His gaze passed over the mess they- he had made. The coffee quickly staining the floorboards, the tissue stuck to floor like a gross caffeine pâté and then his book. He looked like he was about to burst into tears. "Coach Vlad's journal..." He whimpered, rushing to it to flick through the stained pages, only to find they had turned mushy and the ink had begun to bleed.
"You were reading his journal?" Wednesday questioned, both intrigued and annoyed.
He ignored her question as a set of footsteps sounded louder. "What do we do?" He asked.
Wednesday scanned the room before grabbing Y/N by the wrist, pulling him over to what seemed to be a storage room attached to the office. She opened the door and pushed Y/N into the tight space before shoving herself in. She managed to close the door just in time as Coach Vlad opened his office door in sync.
The coach's footsteps stopped as the door closed behind him. The pair in the storage room could hear an angered but muffled, "What the hell?"
The duo hadn't noticed at first but there was no wiggle room whatsoever. To Y/N's right stood a tall shelf set that was filled to the brim with old broken sabres and to his left was a cabinet where stacks upon stacks of papers sat. Then right in front of him was Wednesday- about as pressed up to him as she could physically be without practically being inside him. The bows of her hips dug into him as her warm breath reached up to his neck and she could smell the coffee on his. Worse yet, it was near pitch black besides the little light that escaped the crevasses of the doorframe. "This is... tight." He whispered, shifting a little as he tried to give her a little more room.
"Shh..." Wednesday scolded silently, looking up at him. Her chin rested on his chest- not that she was doing that purposely but because there was no room to move it in any other way. Once more, they locked in a battle of gazes. She could get lost if she looked long enough.
He brought a slight hand to cup the lower of her jaw- an involuntary action as his limbs seemed to be acting on desire and desperation. Wednesday's breath hitched but she didn't move away- her heart panged as it beat against her ribs, something she was sure Y/N would be able to feel. He made an attempt to lean down to close the gap between their faces but something stopped him, a box of sorts. He pushed on, causing the box to be pushed back and the box knocked over a set of sheathed sabres which then fell onto the many stacks of paper- paper that also fell to the little ground around the pair. But neither of them cared, they were oblivious to anything going on around them as their lips touched and eyes closed. They moved in synch, only restricted by the cramped space around them. It was wonderful- blissful even. He was tender and so brilliantly careful not to disappoint her, while she was strong and elegantly competitive with his lips. Neither wanted to break away from the blissful rapture. They were in too deep to even notice the light flooding into the storage room.
"Out!" A heavily accented voice shouted, laced with anger. A flustered Y/N and a relatively calm Wednesday turned to find Coach Vlad had opened the door. The two shuffled out.
"You have ruined my office!" He declared with balled fists by his sides. "I expected better from the both of you- do you understand me?" He questioned, his voice on the verge of a scream.
The two student nodded their heads but remained silent.
"The two of you will come here after your classes every night and scrub the floors until I am satisfied that the- the putrid stench is gone!" The coach demanded, pointing to the coffee sodden floor. "And the two of you are disallowed to participate in fencing class for a month, yes?" He added.
Again, the Wednesday and Y/N bowed their heads in understanding.
"Good! You are both dismissed." He told them.
They waisted little time in moving past the coach. Wednesday slipped a small hand into one of Y/N's as they approached the door. The hinges were once again silent as the door opened.
"Wait!" The coach halted them.
The pair froze in the doorway.
"Which one of you read my journal?" He asked, his temper sounding as if it was ready to blow again.
Y/N turned his head and looked back at Coach Vlad. "I-I did." He admitted through a stutter. He gulped hard as he feared what was to come.
"How much did you read?" Vlad interrogated.
"January through to June and then..." Y/N's grew as pale as Wednesday's. "...I skipped through most of June, July and August because you were... talking about your ex-wife a lot..." He admitted with a nervous chuckle.
Coach Vlad looked as red as a deskinned body. Y/N was sure that steam was about to billow through his facial orifices.
Y/N looked down at Wednesday. "I think we should go." He told her timidly.
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I thought you all ought to know that this One shot was inspired by me spilling coffee all over my architecture portfolio last night. Enjoy :((