A/n: I apologize in advance because this one shot isn't one of my best. gomen gomen~

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You're walking in a shopping complex enroute to meet up with your buddies from both Saber High and Fairy Hills.

Since finals are done and summer vacation is in everyone had decided to go out together, just to loosen up and have some fun.

Therefore, to get into the summer vibes, you adorned yourself in cute little outfit. You decided to wear a powder blue t-shirt that's tucked into a black thigh length skirt and your feet are adorned in black combat boots.

To finish off your look you accessorized yourself with a cross bag and left your hair down. You also went for a natural look, only staining your lips with a subtle pink lip balm and you used a little eyeliner.

As you walked through the passageways, passing by multiple stores you suddenly hear a voice call out your name and the voice is not that far from you.

"Y/n-chan!"

The voice yells again just as you turn around to get a look at whom it may be.

Finally, through the small crowd, your eyes spots a familiar form approaching you and almost immediately a small smile creeps onto your face as you soak in all of the individuals features.

Blonde cascading locks, cobalt blue eyes, a small playful smirk plastered onto his lips. His lean figure that's adorned in a dark blue hoodie and black skinny jean that's ripped at the knees.

It can only be one person.

Sting Eucliffe.

You blush lightly as his body stops just metres in front of you and he looks at you with a soft, almost shy looking smile before engulfing you into a side hug as a form of greeting.

Your mind goes blank at his sudden touch but alas you ultimately brush off the contact with a little chuckle and slowly regain your stamina.

“You're on your way to meet the guys?” His enchanting voice rolls out as he looks down at you.

"Hmm." You reply, looking up at him with a warm smile. "And I'm guessing you just arrived too?"

"Yeah, I would have gotten here earlier but Lector was being a pain in the neck." He admits with a little chuckle, as he tucks his hands into his jean pockets.

"A pain in the neck?" You look up at Sting, a surprised look enveloping your features. "Lector's a sweet kid, how can you say that?"

"That's what you think." Sting pouts lightly, in turn making your insides soft and mushy just at the mere sight.

Sting is truly a work of miracles. He can literally be drool worthy one moment and then the next he can be the cutest most adorable thing ever.

"He didn't want me to come, just because he wanted to play video games with me all day." He admits, with a sigh. "You should've seen his snort all over my clothes. I had to change like three times." Sting lets out another huge sigh as he rubs his nape in embarrassment.

You chuckle cutely at his rather funny dilemma, "That's adorable Sting and you should've stayed back and played with him." You advise, as you bend slightly fowards with your hands behind you and you try your best to get a good look at Sting. "It would have meant the world to him."

"I know." Sting agrees, as you straighten up and continue your way through the complex. "But it's been a while since we all decided to gather like this and I was looking forward to seeing you—"

Sting abruptly cuts himself off which makes you look towards him in confusion and you notice a soft tint of red covering his cheeks whilst he avoids eye contact with you, looking straight ahead.

"Why'd you stop suddenly?" You poke curiously mostly because you've never seen Sting blush before.

"No reason." He replies, monotonously but you can still see the light blush over his cheeks.

"Sting," you call out with a little laugh as you move in front of him, now walking backwards and he looks down at you. "Are you blushing right now?"

"No," he pouts, looking back up and away from you. You pout in return, feeling a little rejected by his actions so you decide to tease him just a bit more. "And we're gonna turn a corner soon, (y/n)." He informs, to which you nod your head to since you're still walking backwards.

"It's clear as day Sting," You chuckle, deciding to turn around before you take the corner. "And it's cute seeing you fluster—"

Your words are suddenly cut off when you round the corner only to find a horde of trolleys, in a single file make it's way towards you. Your eyes widen in shock and before you could voluntarily move out of the way you feel your body being pulled away instead.

A hand snakes it's way around your waist, pulling you out of the way just in the knick of time. You feel your body crash onto something hard, allowing a gasp to escape your lips and for the time being, as you hear the hordes of trolleys pass by, your body lies flush to whatever it is.

As you stand, you try to catch your breath whilst at the same time you try to register what just happened. Your eyes slowly soak up the characteristics of what you're flush against and you feel your tummy fill with butterflies when you notice a familiar navy blue hoodie, which your right hand is securely placed over.

Thereafter, your eyes traces upwards and your gaze comes into contact with the person that you're against. Upon recognition, you blush furiously and your body heats up since you now, one hundred percent know that you're flush against Sting and what's makes your even more flustered is that he's looking straight down at you.

"Are you alright (y/n)-chan?" Sting asks and you barely manage to nod your head in response before looking away out of shyness.

You two literally have full on body contact and he seems unbothered by it. There's literally zero space between you two since those trolley movers barely left any room or thought before they could turn the corner like that, ultimately sandwiching you both against the wall and the trolleys.

Furthermore, your heavy breaths isn't making the proximity or contact any easier for yourself due to the rising and falling of your chest. And as for Sting's hand's, they somehow found it's way towards your waist and he's now holding you securely in place.

All of this sudden contact makes your head want to explode even more so your rapidly pounding heart because you've never been this close with Sting before due to your colossal crush on him. Whenever you're around him you always tried avoiding any major contact with him.

But this, is out of this world!

So, in order to soothe your unbearable state, you decide to lighly press on Sting's chest, so it'll allow you to move back a little therefore minimising the space between you and him just a tad bit but alas your attempts causes you more distraught.

Somehow, the back of your shirt manages to get caught on one of the passing trolleys and to your dismay you hear a sound that no-one ever wants to hear in public— a ripping sound.

You yelp suddenly as you feel the air hit against your bare and exposed back in turn causing you to flush a brighter shade of red but thankfully this dilemma of yours doesn't go unnoticed by Sting because you immediately feel his hands slide from your waist towards your back, and he tries his best to hold up the loose bits of clothing around you.

"Oi! You guys!" Sting yells, earning a look from one of the trolley workers, that's helping to guide them to wherever they need to go. "You just ruined her clothes! You guys need to watch where you goi—"

"Sting," you mouth softly, as the last of the trolleys go by and the man which Sting was yelling at approaches you both after accessing your state.

"I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience miss." The worker bows in sincerity. "I'll be willing to compensate."

You turn around, as Sting quickly shuffles to cover up your back once more and you face the man. Your eyes falls over him and you take notice of his blue overalls, "It's fine, don't worry about it. Next time just be sure to watch how you're directing those trolleys."

"Ah yes, miss. I will. Thank you." He informs. "And again, I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

You watch the man walk away towards the trolley lot that's near the entrance of a supermarket but suddenly Sting's voice pops up behind you, completely surprising you.

"(Y/n)-chan..." He cooes, moving your clothing slightly as if he's accessing the damage but you yelp and quickly move against the wall, your body freezes up from the cold contact and Sting simply stares at your lame attempts to cover-up without his help. "Your t-shirts banged up pretty bad, why'd you let him off the hook?"

You look up at him, after hearing his question and all the coldness you felt a second ago vanishes, "Didn't you see his clothes?" You counter with your own question.

"Those overalls?" He questions, cutely.

"He's a trolley mover who also helps people push their trolleys to their car, Sting." You admit, softly. "He wouldn't have any money to spare to compensate me for this t-shirt."

"I guess that is true." He pouts innocently, as his eyes you. "And honestly, you care about people too much..."

"So what?" You counter. "Kindness is rare. We all know it."

"And it's often mistaken for flirting, (y/n)-chan." Sting bites, and you notice him shuffling with the hem of his jersey.

"So, you're saying I tried to flirt with the trolley guy by letting him off the hook?" You ask with a raised eyebrow. "He's like twice my age and probably has kids and a wife."

"No, I didn't. How is that even flirting?" Sting mumbles as he pulls the jersey over his body, head and then gets his hands out of each arm hole. "I was just making a point, weirdo."

His hair gets disheveled after he removes the hoodie but it still somehow looks good. Despite his messy hair he goes on to straighten out the hoodie and you simply watch in awe soon enough he looks up at you.

"Here put this on." He simply states and throws the hoodie towards you and you quickly shuffle, just barely making it to catch the hoodie without having your back on display.

You quickly throw on the hoodie and the smell that lingers on it has you intoxicated. Sting's scent is one of your favourite things in this big blue planet but alas you force yourself to come to your senses then you straighten out the hoodie over your body.

You look down at yourself and you're literally drowning in the hoodie, "So, is—"

"You look fine." Sting interjects with a small smile.

"I wasn't even going to ask that but thanks." You say and back away from the wall and towards Sting. "So, is this kindness or flirting?" You wiggle your eyebrows as you and Sting resume walking.

"I really should've left you by that wall all tattered and torn." He sighs deeply and shoves his hands into his pockets.

"You contemplated leaving me!" You pinch Sting's side but he barely reacts. "Baka..."

He chuckles softly, "If you really want to know what it was..."

You look at him expectantly.

"You'll have to figure it out on your own."

Your body slouches at his words.

"Evil." You pout with a sulky aura. "By the way, what are we supposed to tell the guys when we reach. We're gonna show up together plus I'm using your clothes. What are they gonna think?"

"We'll just tell 'em we're dating."

"What?..." You stop dead in your tracks and Sting turns to look at your shocked features.

"You think I didn't notice all that blushing and staring just now?" Sting chuckles softly as he watches your cheeks light up scarlet. "And there you go again."

"Stop teasing Sting." You mumble as you bring up the extra long sleeves to cover up your cheeks. "We can't lie to everyone."

"Who said I was lying?" Sting smirks, as he wraps an arm around your waist and he pulls you closer.

"S-Sting..." You mouth whilst feeling his hand over your waist. "Are you serious right now?"

"Hmm." He hums, turning a corner with you in tow "You think I hadn't figured out your little crush that you had on me?"

"Kya... Was it that obvious?" You mumble and hide your face in the warmth of the long sleeves.

"It was really cute though." He admits, making you crack a peek at him.

"I really don't know whether I should be happy or embarrassed..." You admit, which earns you a chuckle from Sting  "And you're really something else, Sting."

A/n: I feel bad for those who made it this far. Also, this one shot's unedited.