Not My Type (Ch.01) - SCP!England x Idol!Reader

Not My Type

(Student Council President!England x Idol!Reader)

HETALIA belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.

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Chapter #01:

“Diligent.”

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“...Remember, you’re the president of the student council here, Kirkland.” The teacher said as he take off his glasses, “And for you, (last name), since you’re still a new student here, don’t make this kind of problem again. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Roger!”

“That’s all, both of you can go back to your class now.”

“Thank you, sir.”

As the teacher’s room door closed behind, Arthur let a frustrated sigh, he walk away in a fast pace, a frown glued on his face. The girl behind him trying to keep up with his pace, “Hey, wait up!” There’s no response, which makes her annoyed, “What an arrogant student council pres.”

The bushy browed guy stopped and turn around, “That’s all your fault, woman!”

“Well, this wont happen if you just give me a reply at the first place!”

“Oh, really?” He laughs sarcastically as he shakes his head in disbelief, “I don’t think so.”

“Geez, so you want me to apologize now?” You rolled your eyes, “Please, don’t act like a fuckin’ 7th years old.”

“Look who’s talking.” He said as he start to continue his activity before—getting into the chemistry class, “Just shut up and I’ll forgive you.”

The girl only pout as she keep walking right behind him entering the class, earning some gasp and hysterical scream from other students not even taking more than 15 seconds, she already surronded by her ‘classmates’—giving the chance for the Brit to just walk away, no, let’s just said he’s fleeing from her.

“Hey, Student Council Pres—!!”

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Arthur gritted his teeth, trying to keep his emotion undercontrol, “...And, you asked me to give you my note book?” You nods your head with that innocent expression on your face, “So you will be able to copy my notes...” You nods your head again a nervous smile plastered on your face, “...but also my answer of the homework, no?” You laughs sheepishly and nods your head again, rubbing the back of your neck that actually not itchy at all.

He smiled.

You gladly reply his smile with your wide grin.

“So, ahaha, uh, you... You’ll let me, right?”

He still smiled and said nothing.

A sweat dropped by the side of your cheek. This is gettin awkward.

“[l/n].”

“Yes?”

“Get out.”

“A-ahahaha! I’m sorry, Artie, I can’t hear you.”

“GET. OUT.”

You pout, “B-but, you know after this break it’s—“

“DON’T MAKE ME REPEAT MY SENTENCE.”

You look down at your feet and make your way out of the student council’s meeting room, full of disappointment. Man, how could you be a seatmate with a grumpy and mean person such him? Maybe God was slacking off or something with you.

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“I’m sorry, sir, I truly am!” You whine, “The book must be left on my desk at house, I forgot to bring it!” You gasp dramatically, “Maybe that lil boy nextdoor just—?”

“[l/n].”

“Yes, sir?”

“You just moved here less than 2 weeks, but here you are again, ‘forget’ to do your homework for the 4th time already, in my class, that is.” He sighs, “Meet me after school.”

You gluped, “Y-yes, sir.” And with that, he command you to go back to your seat, you quickly obey. Not noticed by you a pair of emerald eyes are watching you intensely, the owner shakes his head as you finally reach your seat.

“Can you be at least try do one of the questions instead of giving up before you even open your book to just read one of them?”

You groan, “No.” Replied you half-hearted, placing your crossed arms on the desk and rest your head on top of them lazily, “It’s hard, and that’s unhealthy for my brain.”

Arthur facepalmed mentally, “Seriously?” The male pushed his glasses frame slightly, “I hate to say this but...” He coughed nervously, “...It’s quite distrubing, you know? Having a seatmate that never done any homework while actually, uh, I think I’ll be able to help.”

Silence.

The blonde turn his head back to the teacher, clicked his tongue, “Nevermind, ju—“ He stopped his words and stared again at you as you held his hand tightly, that childish grin appear again on your [s/c] face, your [e/c] sparkles in happiness, “And I think I’ll gladly accept your offer!”

A slight blush dusted his cheeks as you keep holding his hand PLUS with those expression of yours that just making him feel kind of... uncomfortable? However, the female seems not giving much attention about it.

“T-That’s not an offer, to be honest.”