Collab: Blackstar x Reader: You

You always hated mornings. It's not that you aren't a morning person, it's just the happy feeling of getting up never reaches you fast enough, so you end up being grumpy. Of course, the minute you walk in, your worst nightmare wants to bother you.

Now, your worst nightmare? You could go on and on about how he bothered you in every way. Just his attitude, the way he was, everything.

He came up to you in a jaunty fashion and began to annoy you. It was the same story every morning, and it got old fast.

Sighing, you did your best to ignore him, but found that small task increasingly difficult as the stuck-up bluenette continued to harass you. Gritting your teeth, you sat still and quiet, hoping that the boy, like the obnoxious baboons he reminds you of, would get bored by your lack of a reaction.

Sadly, this boy was not a baboon. He was a slightly more evolved version of the primate with a high enough level of intelligence to call himself Black Star. And in his overly-confident Black Star way, the tanned boy leaned over you, closer than you ever wanted to be to him.

The skin on the back of your neck prickled as you felt his sticky breath against your cheek. Shoulders hunching, you growled a warning from between your clenched teeth. "I swear to God, Black Star, if you don't move right now-"

Of course, without warning, he whispers something in your ear. You couldn't quite make it out, so you just made a face and pretended like you heard it.

Black Star walked away from you and you didn't hear from him for the rest of the day, until the end, where the two of you met up at the basketball court, unfortunately. You were making some shots and when you ran to get the ball, your nemesis was right there, and you tumbled onto him.

"B-Black Star! God!" you exclaimed, turning bright red. Not that you blushed because you liked him or anything, you were already red from shooting before he got there.

He laughed that obnoxious laugh of his, placing his fists on his hips before quieting. Your eyes narrowed, you watched as he leaned in close to you, scrutinizing your appearance for some reason. You leaned back a bit as his eyes flickered up and down your body, causing the red of your face to darken a bit.

"Have you done something?" he asked you, lips pursed together.

"W-what do you mean?" you mumbled, trying not to notice just how close he was to you.

Staring at you a bit longer, Black Star finally broke his stare of you, shrugging. "Why did you freak out?" he asked with only boredom in his voice.

You looked away. "I didn't hear you before," you muttered before becoming your angry self once more. "J-just wait a second! Why are you here?" you asked, giving him a stare as your color faded to a normal tone.

He smiled. "You should have been listening," he sang, leaning closer to you once again and making your face flush a bright red.

"I told you I like you," he chirped with that infuriating grin of his, "do you like me too?"

Your eyes grew wide, realizing this must have been what he said in class that day. Licking your lips you pulled away, a nervous laughter bubbling up from your chest. "Don't say such stupid things!" you managed to mutter through the emotions you felt, "Of course I don't!"

He frowned, "That's not what I expected at all!" Rubbing his chin in thought, Black Star grinned at you again. "Well, that doesn't matter. You are going on a date with me whether you like it or not!" he announced.

You tried to scoot back, but to no avail. His weight pushed down on your body, so you were trapped. "W-what?" you screeched, "You can't go on a date with someone who hates you!"

Laughing that overzealous laugh of his, Black Star tugged you with him on his way to God-knows-where. "But you won't hate me by the end of tonight!"

You couldn't resist a smirk. "Okay, fine. one date!" you giggle.

He laughs again. "Perfect, a date it is!" he told you, flashing a thumbs up and a grin in your direction.

A small, earnest smile curled on your lips and you couldn't help but feel a bit excited. "Perfect," you echoed under your breath, "just perfect."