Requested by CookieEvil

Reader POV

You glance around nervously at your new room mates, barely able to keep yourself from biting your nails-an anxious habit. There were six of them, two other girls and four boys. You study each of them as they walk to their respective bunks, your Y/E/C eyes following the quietest boy. He looked pretty shy, his wirey red hair adding to the dorkiness of his braces. He walked with a confidence you wouldn't have thought that he would have, unless you saw it for yourself.

The auburn haired girl looked the friendliest after him, then a young man with spiked brown hair and dimples. The latter were talking, probably making introductions, and you head over to them. They see you, and the girl smiles.

"Hi, I'm Black Sheep," she says brightly.

"The name's Graham." The guy holds out his hand, and you shake it.

"Y/N. Nice to meet you."

Mime Bomb POV (First Person)

I watched as the girl, Y/N, introduced herself to Black Sheep and Graham. I had listened when they all said their names, but no one had bothered to ask mine. And honestly, I wanted to keep it that way. Talking wasn't exactly my forte, it never had been. I felt no reason to change that now.

Until she walked up to me and spoke.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, but you probably already knew that, didn't you? I saw you watching everyone as they came in. To know who you're dealing with, right?" Y/N came and sat next to me on my bed, then noticed my terrified expression and quickly stood back up. "Right, sorry. Personal space, I get that."

I wanted to say that it was fine, I really did. But my mouth immediately shut down and my eyes widened.

Nothing would come out.

She gave a wavering smile, attempting to keep up a conversation. "Coach Brunt really made the whole phone thing pretty clear, huh?"

I could do nothing but gulp and give a tiny nod.

Her smile brightened, to my relief, and she offered her hand. "We're gonna need friends in this place, I think. So... I'll be yours."

I shook her hand, which was soft and warm, and gave a nervous smile of my own.

"What's your name, anyway?"

My throat tightened again, and I grabbed a notepad off of my nightstand, scribbling my name down with a pen.

Y/N read it, then met my eyes. "Can you speak, Peter?"

It felt good to hear someone say my name, and there wasn't a single hint of mocking when she asked about my capabilities. I nodded slightly, then somehow managed to squeak out, "Not a fan, though," I whispered.

Her striking eyes widened, and her face broke into yet another grin. "I understand that. It's nice to meet you, Peter."

I felt a blush crawl across my face, then nodded again.

Reader POV

You suck in a deep breath before making your way into the eating hall. You knew that the slightest misstep in here could turn the whole place into a war zone, a place of misery and-actually maybe that was just your old high school.

Made sense.

Spotting Black Sheep and Graham -or Gray, as Black Sheep referred to him- sitting at a table near the back of the room, you made a point to grab and fill your tray quickly. As you watched, your friends were joined by Jean Paul, Antonio, and Sheena, and you smiled. Group conversations could be fun. But where was...?

"Peter? What are you doing here?"

The red-headed boy started and looked up to you from where he sat at an empty table. "Oh, Y/N!" he said quietly, eyebrows quirking up in surprise. He had started to get more comfortable talking around and with you, but had so far refused to do the same with anyone else. As far as you knew, the others didn't even know that he could speak.

"Just, uh... why aren't you sitting with the others?" You frowned and set your tray down next to his.

Peter winced, then threw a glance towards your friends and pulled out a pad of paper. Let's just write, ok? I don't want anyone to see me talking.

You read it, then nod and accept the paper and pen. I understand that. You pause. Why are you sitting by yourself? I'm sure Black Sheep would happily have you. I know I would :)

And from there the two of you went back and forth.

Peter smiles at your writing, then scribbles quickly. I'm just nervous. I know it's stupid.

Not at all, Peter! It makes sense, really. You're shy. I'd Imagine you have a quiet life back at home?

Thanks. And yeah, I do. Or did, I dunno.

Well then, there's your answer. It's ok to be shy, but you know what friends do?

...Do I want to know?

Just say what, man.

Ok... What?

They make them go sit with the other people with them.

As soon as Peter finishes reading this, his face morphs into fear, and you laugh as you grab both of your trays and walk them briskly to Black Sheep. "Guard these with your life, girl," you order, and she salutes you with a confident smile as you turn to walk back to Peter.

Except he's running in the other direction.

A bouncy giggle bubbles from your lips, and you take off after him, the noise slowly growing until you're almost holding your sides as you attempt to keep your legs steady. A few of the students around you have started cheering, others urging Peter to go faster-and just like that, it's a race, one you are determined to win.

"Oh, Peter!" you sing through your laughs, gaining on him as adrenaline builds in your system.

Wow-I didn't know I could run this fast.

He looks back with a panicked expression on his face, and there's a moment in your head where you can't help but admirer how good he looks without his braces. He has a strong jaw and defined features, and paired with his lean, tall build, he's quite... handsome. Bright, chalky blue eyes, a beautiful smile... it was almost getting distracting the longer you watched hi-

You promptly trip over a trash can and spill over the floor, face and arm smashing painfully into the tiles as stars light across your vision.

Wonderful.

Mime Bomb POV

She's suddenly chasing me as I take off, and by the sound of it, she's gaining on me. I suck in a deep breath and push my legs harder. For some reason, I'm not thinking about the fact that, if Y/N were to catch me, I'd be forced to sit with the group, but more about how fun it was to just do something with her.

Even if that something was chase in the middle of the eating hall.

I hear her laugh get louder, and I'm sure she finds the entire situation horribly funny. She would, wouldn't she? What a carefree spirit, that one. Yes, I was shy. And yet... I had a wonderful friend.

"Oh, Peter!" Her sing-song voice reaches my ears, and the pressure to keep ahead of her reaches my head as I glance frantically around for a way out, or something to hide behind.

Throwing a look behind me- Holy crap she's right there. She's right there.

Legs, go faster! Faster, darn you!

I hear a sudden crash paired with a surprised yelp, followed by a cry of pain- Y/N! I skid to a stop and turn, expecting a possible ruse.

But no.

Y/N is sprawled over the floor face down, her hair pooling limply around her head as her arm struggles to push herself up, the other laying at an awkward angle at her side.

Uh oh.

She lets out a defeated sigh before I can reach her, and her head falls back to the tiles as her eyes flutter close. Just like that, in less than ten seconds, I've managed to render Y/N unconscious on the floor of VILE Academy's cafeteria.

Black Sheep's voice breaks over the confused silence that is the operatives of VILE, slowly changing to rage. "Y/N! ...PETER!"

I swallow-hard.

Reader POV

You wake to a dull throbbing in your left arm, a massive headache splitting under your face. Groaning, you force your eyes open, immediately regretting the action when the bright florescent lights shove themselves against your irises. Well, this officially sucked. Whatever... this was.

"Y/N! Oh my gosh, Y/N, you're awake!" The door to the room you're in suddenly bursts open, and a girl with short auburn hair bursts in right along with it. It takes you a second to remember her name...

"Black Sheep!" You exclaim happily, struggling to sit up a she rushes to your side. She forces you to lay back down, then strangles you with a hug, being mindful of your arm.

Black Sheep leans back, taking you in with her piercing gaze. "How are you feeling?"

You grimace. "My head is killing me," you mutter truthfully, "and I currently want to chop off my arm. Seriously, what does it take to get some painkiller around here?"

Your best friend laughs -a bright, full sound- and walks around to the other side of your bed. "There's a drawer over here, I'll raid it for you. Maybe we'll get lucky. And- oh, you have other visitors." Her voice tenses, and she motions to the open door. You glance to it, seeing two boys. One with brown hair and dimples, the other with red hair and chalky blue eyes.

You blink at them awkwardly, once again confused as to why you were even in this room. "Um... I'm sorry, but do I know you two?"

Black Sheep POV

"Um... I'm sorry, but do I know you two?"

I freeze in place, my hand going still in the medicine drawer beside Y/N's bed. I turn my head to stare wide-eyed at her, then to Gray and Peter in the doorway. They, too, had stiffened, Gray's face wearing an expression of confusion, while Peter's sported terror and guilt. I'm sure my own mirrored both of theirs, and I reached to lightly lay my hand on Y/N's thigh.

Her eyes turn to me, questioning. "Y/N? Don't you recognize them? Gray and Peter?" I ask slowly, trying to sound comforting.

"...Am I supposed to?"

My lips curl into a frown, and her eyebrows quirk up slightly upon seeing this. I look back to Peter. His already pale face is white as a sheet, the blood seeming to have drained from it as soon as Y/N addressed him and Gray. "Yes," Peter says quietly, shocking Gray and I. We'd barely ever heard a word out of him before now. "Yes," he said again, taking a step towards the door. "You know me. And I'm sorry."

The three of us gaped after him as he fled, the evident tears of frustration spilling over from his eyes.

Mime Bomb POV

Memory loss.

Y/N had a concussion that had affected her memory, and it was my fault.

I walked briskly down the dim, green-lit hallways of VILE academy, hugging myself tightly. I had started styling my hair recently -per persuasion of Y/N, of course- but I felt a few of the red strands droop back into my face, as if they were heartbroken right along with me.

The look in her eyes when she saw me bounced around in my head. It wasn't familiarity, or softness, or lo-

Well... I could tell it was the gaze of someone greeting a stranger.

I cursed myself for leaving so quickly. Maybe if I had stayed, the three of us could have tried to help her remember. Black Sheep, Graham... and me. I shook my head even as I thought this. I was a coward. Especially when it came to Y/N. I could never do anything right- never found how to impress her, or make her laugh so hard she cried like Black Sheep did.

Wait. Impress her?

Wouldn't that mean that I...

I shook my head again, slapping myself in the head for extra measure. Stop it Peter. She doesn't even know who you are, anymore. Whatever you had with her...

It's gone.

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I watched as my six classmates exited Dr. Bellum's lab in their new costumes, YN among them. They chatted and laughed together happily, every once in a while shouting out their new code names. Jean Paul to Le Chèvre. Antonio to El Topo. Sheena to Tigress. Gray to Crackle... and I couldn't hear what Y/N had chosen for herself.

I had picked out my name, too. I edged closer to them, breathing out a sigh of relief when Sheen- Tigress, noticed me and barked for me to tell them my new code name. The rest of my friends turned, Black Sheep's eyes lighting up upon seeing me, while Y/N's stayed wary and unrecognizing.

"The quiet guy from class," El Topo murmured, his expression neutral. He, his boyfriend Le Chèvre, and Tigress had never caught onto my real name, even when Black Sheep shouted it to the entire cafeteria after Y/N's accident.

"Hellooooo?" Tigress snapped, stepping closer. "Code name?"

I resisted the urge to scowl at her, then tapped my wrist with a grin and used my hands to imitate a bomb exploding and raining debris down.

"Ugh, he is so weird," Tigress grumbled, but both Black Sheep and Y/N looked like they were thinking about it. They suddenly perked, glancing at each other before pointing to me.

"Mime Bomb!" They exclaimed in unison, matching smiles lighting their faces

My heart fluttered, and I hoped none of the others could see the blush under my face makeup. I gave my best smirk, tilting the beret on my hand and backwards-moon walking away. When I reached the end of the hallway, I cracked my eyes open to see Y/N still watching me. Before I could stop myself, I winked, almost instantly feeling mortified.

But I stopped when Y/N's eyebrows rose in surprise, her eyes filling with sudden clarity as her mouth moved to form my name. Peter...?

A grin split my face, and I nodded to her before turning the corner.

Maybe she wasn't lost to me, after all.

THE END