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Requested by sailorkitty314 I'm so sorry for the long wait

A/N: Many apologies if the Spanish dialogue is wrong, since I've used google translate.

Your pov

Hey there, I'm (Y/n) López. I speak Spanish as Author here translates it. (AH! The 4th wall!) Oops. Well anyway I'm here at Underhigh. I moved here to attend highschool because a war broke out in Mexico. I'm now living with my older brother, (B/n). Our parents? Err....Well....They died. But it's ok as I've got my big bro with me. Now I'm currently roaming the halls of Underhigh trying to look for the art room before lessons starts. But then I wasn't focusing causing me to walk into someone. "Oh, lo siento (Oh, I'm sorry.)" Shyly looking up my heart skipped a beat.

No ones pov

Stood in front was Goth, who has a faint purple blush for our little Mexican reader. 'They're cute.' Until he snaps out of his trance and helped them up. "I'm s-sorry. A-are you ok?" (Y/n) nodded, "Si." This confused Goth a bit before finally understanding. "You speak Spanish, right?" Again you nodded. "So you understand English. But do you know how to speak it?" Again shaking their head to answer Goth's question. He hummed as he understood the situation.

All of a sudden our bell rang out interrupting their conversation. "Do need help getting to your first lesson?" Instead of responding (Y/n) nodded as Goth wouldn't even be able to understand the gibberish spoken.

With the rush of some students Goth had to lead them the way by taking hold of their wrist. After a few twists and turns they both have finally made it to the Art rooms. "Gracias." They smiled brightly up at Goth, "Your welcome." His grip still on their wrists as he still yet to notice. You looked down at his hand that still grips your wrist. With a small blush Goth took notice and let's go, "M-meet you at l-lunch? So I can teach you some English." He quickly stuttered our after the question was asked as they nodded back in response. "Gracias." They smiles and waved before heading into class waiting for lunch to come.

Timeskip

No ones pov

It's been a month or more after the little meet ups at lunch for English lessons with Goth. You've developed quite a bit, no scratch that. You've developed a huge crush on him. Since he did help you out with a lot of things being new to the country and all. As you was walking down a hallway to get to the library a little surprise was waiting the corner for you. "Stay away from Gothy you hear you b*tch." It was Palette, he's in his Yandere state even though him and Goth was not an item yet. "B-but h-he teach...me English." Your dialect in English is improving but you still struggling to say certain words or phrases. "I don't care just stay away from Gothy or else."

He forcibly pushed you into the lockers yet you still won't back down which is annoying Palette even more. So much that he brought out a knife making you back up. He dashed forward and managed to slash your cheek, he had a crazed look in his eyes with a menacing smile. "You're not going anywhere." You backed up too quickly resulting in you tripping over your own two feet, this gave Palette an advantage to end you right there and then. But someone stopped him, "Palette, stop." Their form voice stopped Palette in his tracks and turned around to see Goth with a not so cheery and shy mood like usual. "Gothy! It's not what it looks like!" "I know what it looks like and you about to kill (Y/n)." He glared at him as Palette was shaking his head years brimming, "I did it for us! They were in the way of our love!" You slowly got up, "G-Goth?" You spoke up to catch his attention and it worked, "Leave us alone Palette and I'm sorry but I can't return those feelings back to you." With that Goth took you by the hand and left Palette in the hallway trembling.

After that incident Goth was treating your wound on the cheek left by that ghastly blade. "Are you feeling ok now?" Goth asked you as he leaned his forehead on yours, "Yes. T-thank you Goth." Leaning into his touch enjoying his warmth, "Don't let yourself get hurt (N/n)." He muttered as a paint of red was brushed across your face. This gave you the courage to speak up of your true feelings for him, "I l-love you Goth." It was quiet yet he heard you alright as he smiled. But what he said next was shocking.

"Yo también te amo, (N/n)."

Welp that's done and im off. Thank you for your patience as I'm now gonna try and write another chapter up. 

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