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Rufioh Nitram:

That's when you hear someone gasp behind you. Your eyes widen in fear and shock. You weren't expecting someone to be walking around here at this time of night. This means they could easily call the cops and pull you down before you make your jump to freedom. You just can't do that. You just don't have the confidence or the heart to wait any longer. You're done with this pain.

Your knees bend and you are about to launch yourself over when someone grabs your arm and pulls you back. Momentum makes its mark and your body follows back as you back hits something firm but air still breezes by you until there's one final thump.

You, and the person you've landed on both grunt in pain as your breath leaves your chest gruffly. You'e stunned momentarily before you get your ground and roll off the poor chap.

Your teary (e/c) orbs lock onto the person who had pulled you back, and widen. A familiar face from your school grabs their head and rubs their temple as they work to gain their own better state. Red streaked mohawk slightly ruffled, and chocolate brown eyes revealing some bit of pain at the fall. His strong jaw is clenched and his elbows look a bit scuffed. When those chocolate brown eyes lock onto you staring at him, they widen in worry.

"Woah there, doll, what were you doing up there?" Rufioh Nitram exclaims as he scrambles onto his knees in front of you as he grabs your hands.

Rufioh Nitram was your major crush from the early days of middle school up until about your last years of middle school. He was one of the "cool" kids. He was well-liked and outgoing and confident. He was always nice to you, and you dreamed of getting closer to him. Getting to know him, and learning about the things he enjoyed. Your ex was the only thing that averted your feelings. It was around that time in middle school that your previous boyfriend asked you out. You only said yes because it was time to move on. Your ex had made you so happy you'd forgotten that, until recently.

You recall his reasons for leaving you and feel the tears bubbling up again. Your face scrunches up in pain, and you quickly cover it up with your arms. Rufioh does't need to see this. He's so kind and good, and there's no need to drag him into this misery of yours. You can treat him badly ow and he won't even need to feel bad later when your death is announced.

"Just get out of here." You growl, gritting your teeth to hold in sobs.

"Hey, doll, I can't just leave. Tell me wha-" Rufioh starts.

"No, just go away!" You shout, shoving him back then forcing your hands down to glare at him through your tears.

The harsh actions send a jolt through you and you quickly stand up and look away from him. You don't want to hurt him. You really don't want to hurt him, and you don't think you can do anything more with crumbling apart. His kindness is a stranger

You clutch your arms around you, and let your head sink into the nitch. Just give it a second and he'll be gone. He has every right to be done with you. You've never been a particularly close friend of his, and you've never told him how you feel, so you're honestly just another classmate he's smiled at in the hall in between classes. Now you're a jerk too who's snapped at him.

It's your attempt at being mean that causes so much surprise when you feel a hand on your shoulder. Your breath catches in your chest as you are turned around. By the time your body is facing Rufioh's, your head has lifted to speak again. There is no chance though as you are pressed into his chest. Warm, strong, arms wrap around your back and hold you close to him, and his chin rests on top of your head. He's warm, and gentle, and quiet as he holds you to him.

"I'm sorry about this. Disregarding what you told me to do and all, but I just can't leave you here like this." Rufioh states. "You're one of the last people I can think of that deserves to feel so bad that you'd come here to solve your problems. I want to help you. In any way I can, doll. I know everyone thinks I'm confident and good with myself, but I also have so many bad days. Times where I mess up really bad or get hurt and just want to disappear. I want to help you though, because I hope you can find a way past this pain."

His words sink in bit by bit, and it's like a wave of warmth over your limbs. It brings the tears flooding to your eyes as you return his embrace, sobbing into his shirt as you let all the pain out through your salty tears.

"I-I didn't th-think I'd e-ever end up h-here. I-it just felt s-so overb-bearing." You stutter over sobs as you try to explain to Rufioh. You just feel like it's okay to do that now. You feel he will understand.

"I'm so sorry that's what you had to feel. You can tell me everything, (y/n). I promise to listen."

And listen he did, even into the early morning.

----- Five months later----

You've met up with Rufioh often since that night on the bridge. He'll ask you how you feel, and if he can do anything for you. He asks you simple things, and jokes around with you, and treats you normally when you need it.

You've spent so much time with him that you can even tell when he isn't doing well. It makes you feel great to be able to do for him what he's done for you. He's opened up to you. His lacking confidence that you never knew about. He always kept his head held high, but he was sinking on the inside.

When he doesn't have the strength to call you "doll". When he can't lift his head, or remember how much he loves playing Fiduspawn. You help him, and it makes you glad to be able to.

You've come to trust each other, and become overall close. Your crush from previous years has resurfaced, and you suspect that Rufioh has even come to like you back. At least your date tonight he invited you on would suggest so.

Sighing happily, you sit back on your bed. You're excited and nervous, and there are tons of outfits strewn messily around you as you try to figure out what you think would be best to wear. This feels special, and even though most of your clothes are average, you're sure you can find something great to wear.

Hearing a knock at the house door, you jolt up, eyes wide. You hop off the bed and run to your widow, peering down to the ground floor where Rufioh stands at your back entrance waiting. Your front door is so formal, and you usually use the back anyways.

Gritting your teeth, you examine his attire. A pair of nice jeans and a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Classy yet not formal.

Returning to the bed, you throw your towel aside and pick up a (fav color) dress shirt and a pair of black slacks. You wrap a scarf around your neck, and pull on your black boots. Skipping every other step, you bound down the staircase, through the kitchen, and open the door with a smile. You pretend to be cool and collected, but you know your heart is racing.

"Hey there, doll." Rufioh greets as he grins at you. "Man, you look amazing!" He then exclaims. He's probably more used to you wearing jeans and t-shirts.

"Thank you. You look great too." You say, blushing slightly.

Rufioh fiddles his thumbs, you can tell he's nervous too, and you feel better.

"So, uh, you ready to go?"

"Yeah!" You exclaim, following him out. He guides you to his car, opening the door for you like a gentleman, making you want to swoon.

He pulls the car out of your drive, and cruises out of your neighborhood. He passes the bridge where you had first started this closer relationship, and made for the city.

You gaze out the window, watching the houses pass by in blurs. Turning, you then face Rufioh. His eyes are carefully adjusted to the road and you smile. He's really careful when it comes to driving, and it makes him pretty cute when he gets so focused. You chuckle softly and his lips curve up at the corners just slightly.

"What's so funny, doll?" He inquires.

"It's nothing," you pause. "Where are we going anyways?"

Now it's time for Rufioh to smile as he shakes his head, indicating he does not plan to tell you. You pout and huff loudly, increasing his grin. He's toying with you now.

Returning to the window, you continue watching in silence until the car begins to slow. You look ahead in wonder as he pulls into the parking lot of the city park. Few other cars are there, and you're curious as to what he has in mind. You are not playing sports with him, but I walk might be nice.

"Let's go, I've got a surprise in the trunk, you go ahead and find us a spot to sit." Rufioh exclaims, gesturing to the green expanse ahead.

You narrow your eyes, wondering what this surprise is. It can't be anything bad though, so you shrug your shoulders and head off into the grass, picking a spot under a tree.

You glance around and gasp when you see Rufioh coming to join you, a picnic basket in his arms along with a blanket. Your shock turns to amusement and you grin. Leave it to Rufioh to pick a classy and laid back picnic for a first date. It's charming, and calming, and for the two of you with your anxieties, you don't have to worry about going into public right away.

"You're a genius." You state as Rufioh walks up.

He smiles, blushing a bright pink as he rubs the back of his neck shyly.

"Damn, (y/n), you're giving me too much credit there." He admits.

"Nonsense, this is a cool idea. I love it." A pink dusting of your own lights up on your cheeks. You pass it off and help Rufioh lay out the picnic, laying the blanket flat before taking a seat.

Rufioh doesn't sit though. He remains standing, paces in a circle around his current spot, then turns his back to you with a hand on his neck with nervous posture.

"Rufioh? What's up?" You ask him, becoming slightly worried.

"Hey, doll, can I tell ya something important before we start this thing?" He asks turning to face you with a determined look on his face.

"Uh, sure." You say.

Rufioh finally kneels down on the blanket, putting himself right in front of you. You feel a blush creep over your cheeks when you notice he's mere inches away from you. He son notices this as well and leans back a bit, blushing himself.

His lips part to speak, but nothing comes out. He purses his lips then opens them again, but quickly shuts them after. He's having troubles saying what he wants as his eyes dart between you and the ground

Finally, he looks up to you, eyebrows furrowed in a somewhat glaring look. You jump, not expecting this mean look. You're about to lean away from him when his leather gloved hand reaches out, pulling you to him as he presses his lips against yours. Your (e/c) eyes widen, but you like this too.

As you prepare to kiss him back, he pulls back, and looks away from you.

"I'm so sorry. I should have asked for your permission, I just couldn't get the words out, and it was the only thing I could think to do, and oh gogs sweet weeaboos I-"

Your face drops when he starts to talk to the point of sounding like your other fellow classmate Kankri Vantas. You frown. It's nice that he repents kissing without your permission, but you think you ought to teach him a lesson anyways.

Before letting him finish anymore lines, you yank him to your by his vest collar and kiss him. His lips are sweet against yours as he melds against them. His arms lift to wrap around you, pulling you even closer to him as he turns his head to deepen the kiss.

His fingers trace a hot pattern against your back, and his presses his tongue against your lips, requesting entrance. You play with him, keeping your lips sealed until he pokes you in the side, causing you to gasp. He takes his chance, delving in and wasting no time in exploring.

Only the need for air pulls you away from him, gasping in much needed breathe as your eyes meet his adoring stare.

"I guess I meant to say I love you more than anything, (y/n)." Rufioh states through huffing pants.

You smile softly, easing your breathing back to it's normal pace.

"I love you too. Thank you."

Description
Rufioh Nitram:

That's when you hear someone gasp behind you. Your eyes widen in fear and shock. You weren't expecting someone to be walking around here at this time of night. This means they could easily call the cops and pull you down before you make your jump to freedom. You just can't do that. You just don't have the confidence or the heart to wait any longer. You're done with this pain.

Your knees bend and you are about to launch yourself over when someone grabs your arm and pulls you back. Momentum makes its mark and your body follows back as you back hits something firm but air still breezes by you until there's one final thump.

You, and the person you've landed on both grunt in pain as your breath leaves your chest gruffly. You'e stunned momentarily before you get your ground and roll off the poor chap.

Your teary (e/c) orbs lock onto the person who had pulled you back, and widen. A familiar face from your school grabs their head and rubs their temple as they work to gain their own better state. Red streaked mohawk slightly ruffled, and chocolate brown eyes revealing some bit of pain at the fall. His strong jaw is clenched and his elbows look a bit scuffed. When those chocolate brown eyes lock onto you staring at him, they widen in worry.

"Woah there, doll, what were you doing up there?" Rufioh Nitram exclaims as he scrambles onto his knees in front of you as he grabs your hands.

Rufioh Nitram was your major crush from the early days of middle school up until about your last years of middle school. He was one of the "cool" kids. He was well-liked and outgoing and confident. He was always nice to you, and you dreamed of getting closer to him. Getting to know him, and learning about the things he enjoyed. Your ex was the only thing that averted your feelings. It was around that time in middle school that your previous boyfriend asked you out. You only said yes because it was time to move on. Your ex had made you so happy you'd forgotten that, until recently.

You recall his reasons for leaving you and feel the tears bubbling up again. Your face scrunches up in pain, and you quickly cover it up with your arms. Rufioh does't need to see this. He's so kind and good, and there's no need to drag him into this misery of yours. You can treat him badly ow and he won't even need to feel bad later when your death is announced.

"Just get out of here." You growl, gritting your teeth to hold in sobs.

"Hey, doll, I can't just leave. Tell me wha-" Rufioh starts.

"No, just go away!" You shout, shoving him back then forcing your hands down to glare at him through your tears.

The harsh actions send a jolt through you and you quickly stand up and look away from him. You don't want to hurt him. You really don't want to hurt him, and you don't think you can do anything more with crumbling apart. His kindness is a stranger

You clutch your arms around you, and let your head sink into the nitch. Just give it a second and he'll be gone. He has every right to be done with you. You've never been a particularly close friend of his, and you've never told him how you feel, so you're honestly just another classmate he's smiled at in the hall in between classes. Now you're a jerk too who's snapped at him.

It's your attempt at being mean that causes so much surprise when you feel a hand on your shoulder. Your breath catches in your chest as you are turned around. By the time your body is facing Rufioh's, your head has lifted to speak again. There is no chance though as you are pressed into his chest. Warm, strong, arms wrap around your back and hold you close to him, and his chin rests on top of your head. He's warm, and gentle, and quiet as he holds you to him.

"I'm sorry about this. Disregarding what you told me to do and all, but I just can't leave you here like this." Rufioh states. "You're one of the last people I can think of that deserves to feel so bad that you'd come here to solve your problems. I want to help you. In any way I can, doll. I know everyone thinks I'm confident and good with myself, but I also have so many bad days. Times where I mess up really bad or get hurt and just want to disappear. I want to help you though, because I hope you can find a way past this pain."

His words sink in bit by bit, and it's like a wave of warmth over your limbs. It brings the tears flooding to your eyes as you return his embrace, sobbing into his shirt as you let all the pain out through your salty tears.

"I-I didn't th-think I'd e-ever end up h-here. I-it just felt s-so overb-bearing." You stutter over sobs as you try to explain to Rufioh. You just feel like it's okay to do that now. You feel he will understand.

"I'm so sorry that's what you had to feel. You can tell me everything, (y/n). I promise to listen."

And listen he did, even into the early morning.

----- Five months later----

You've met up with Rufioh often since that night on the bridge. He'll ask you how you feel, and if he can do anything for you. He asks you simple things, and jokes around with you, and treats you normally when you need it.

You've spent so much time with him that you can even tell when he isn't doing well. It makes you feel great to be able to do for him what he's done for you. He's opened up to you. His lacking confidence that you never knew about. He always kept his head held high, but he was sinking on the inside.

When he doesn't have the strength to call you "doll". When he can't lift his head, or remember how much he loves playing Fiduspawn. You help him, and it makes you glad to be able to.

You've come to trust each other, and become overall close. Your crush from previous years has resurfaced, and you suspect that Rufioh has even come to like you back. At least your date tonight he invited you on would suggest so.

Sighing happily, you sit back on your bed. You're excited and nervous, and there are tons of outfits strewn messily around you as you try to figure out what you think would be best to wear. This feels special, and even though most of your clothes are average, you're sure you can find something great to wear.

Hearing a knock at the house door, you jolt up, eyes wide. You hop off the bed and run to your widow, peering down to the ground floor where Rufioh stands at your back entrance waiting. Your front door is so formal, and you usually use the back anyways.

Gritting your teeth, you examine his attire. A pair of nice jeans and a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Classy yet not formal.

Returning to the bed, you throw your towel aside and pick up a (fav color) dress shirt and a pair of black slacks. You wrap a scarf around your neck, and pull on your black boots. Skipping every other step, you bound down the staircase, through the kitchen, and open the door with a smile. You pretend to be cool and collected, but you know your heart is racing.

"Hey there, doll." Rufioh greets as he grins at you. "Man, you look amazing!" He then exclaims. He's probably more used to you wearing jeans and t-shirts.

"Thank you. You look great too." You say, blushing slightly.

Rufioh fiddles his thumbs, you can tell he's nervous too, and you feel better.

"So, uh, you ready to go?"

"Yeah!" You exclaim, following him out. He guides you to his car, opening the door for you like a gentleman, making you want to swoon.

He pulls the car out of your drive, and cruises out of your neighborhood. He passes the bridge where you had first started this closer relationship, and made for the city.

You gaze out the window, watching the houses pass by in blurs. Turning, you then face Rufioh. His eyes are carefully adjusted to the road and you smile. He's really careful when it comes to driving, and it makes him pretty cute when he gets so focused. You chuckle softly and his lips curve up at the corners just slightly.

"What's so funny, doll?" He inquires.

"It's nothing," you pause. "Where are we going anyways?"

Now it's time for Rufioh to smile as he shakes his head, indicating he does not plan to tell you. You pout and huff loudly, increasing his grin. He's toying with you now.

Returning to the window, you continue watching in silence until the car begins to slow. You look ahead in wonder as he pulls into the parking lot of the city park. Few other cars are there, and you're curious as to what he has in mind. You are not playing sports with him, but I walk might be nice.

"Let's go, I've got a surprise in the trunk, you go ahead and find us a spot to sit." Rufioh exclaims, gesturing to the green expanse ahead.

You narrow your eyes, wondering what this surprise is. It can't be anything bad though, so you shrug your shoulders and head off into the grass, picking a spot under a tree.

You glance around and gasp when you see Rufioh coming to join you, a picnic basket in his arms along with a blanket. Your shock turns to amusement and you grin. Leave it to Rufioh to pick a classy and laid back picnic for a first date. It's charming, and calming, and for the two of you with your anxieties, you don't have to worry about going into public right away.

"You're a genius." You state as Rufioh walks up.

He smiles, blushing a bright pink as he rubs the back of his neck shyly.

"Damn, (y/n), you're giving me too much credit there." He admits.

"Nonsense, this is a cool idea. I love it." A pink dusting of your own lights up on your cheeks. You pass it off and help Rufioh lay out the picnic, laying the blanket flat before taking a seat.

Rufioh doesn't sit though. He remains standing, paces in a circle around his current spot, then turns his back to you with a hand on his neck with nervous posture.

"Rufioh? What's up?" You ask him, becoming slightly worried.

"Hey, doll, can I tell ya something important before we start this thing?" He asks turning to face you with a determined look on his face.

"Uh, sure." You say.

Rufioh finally kneels down on the blanket, putting himself right in front of you. You feel a blush creep over your cheeks when you notice he's mere inches away from you. He son notices this as well and leans back a bit, blushing himself.

His lips part to speak, but nothing comes out. He purses his lips then opens them again, but quickly shuts them after. He's having troubles saying what he wants as his eyes dart between you and the ground

Finally, he looks up to you, eyebrows furrowed in a somewhat glaring look. You jump, not expecting this mean look. You're about to lean away from him when his leather gloved hand reaches out, pulling you to him as he presses his lips against yours. Your (e/c) eyes widen, but you like this too.

As you prepare to kiss him back, he pulls back, and looks away from you.

"I'm so sorry. I should have asked for your permission, I just couldn't get the words out, and it was the only thing I could think to do, and oh gogs sweet weeaboos I-"

Your face drops when he starts to talk to the point of sounding like your other fellow classmate Kankri Vantas. You frown. It's nice that he repents kissing without your permission, but you think you ought to teach him a lesson anyways.

Before letting him finish anymore lines, you yank him to your by his vest collar and kiss him. His lips are sweet against yours as he melds against them. His arms lift to wrap around you, pulling you even closer to him as he turns his head to deepen the kiss.

His fingers trace a hot pattern against your back, and his presses his tongue against your lips, requesting entrance. You play with him, keeping your lips sealed until he pokes you in the side, causing you to gasp. He takes his chance, delving in and wasting no time in exploring.

Only the need for air pulls you away from him, gasping in much needed breathe as your eyes meet his adoring stare.

"I guess I meant to say I love you more than anything, (y/n)." Rufioh states through huffing pants.

You smile softly, easing your breathing back to it's normal pace.

"I love you too. Thank you."