𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕊𝔸 (Thyme x OC)

The Paper Plane

Arisa stood amidst the vibrant colours of the flower shop, her mind swirling with the unsettling words Thyme had spoken. The air, filled with the sweet scent of blossoms, couldn't dispel the bitterness that clung to her thoughts, reminding her of the conversation they had. 

While cautiously threading the rose branches into the new bouquet set for the floral shop, Gorya noticed the tension but wisely chose not to delve into the silent storm raging within Arisa.

As they carefully arranged bouquets, Arisa's fingers worked mechanically, but her thoughts were a tumultuous sea. She dissected Thyme's words, each one a sting that fuelled her genuine disdain for the arrogant figure that seemed to revel in causing chaos.

Suddenly, The chime of the shop door disrupted her internal turmoil. The last person both Gorya and Arisa had expected to see, entered through the doors, Hana's posture lay humble, head bowed, and a bouquet clutched tightly in her slender fingers. Her voice echoed as both the girls anticipated the reason for her arrival.

"I'm so sorry," escaped slowly through her lips, laden with sincere regret, ''I..I got too scared. I didn't want to get involved and..and I realised how much of a coward that made me, but I realised. I am so sorry, Gorya.'' Her eyes beamed with such pity, Arisa nearly gave in to the crocodile tears. 

It came as a genuine shock when Gorya displayed a small smile, and told Hana that it was the best choice as she had only recently joined the school. Further trouble wouldn't do her any good. The reconciliation unfolded before Arisa, but her face showed utter disgust.

Her scepticism loomed like a shadow. She couldn't fully trust Hana yet, but for Gorya's sake, she withheld her doubts. After Hana left, Arisa warned Gorya about keeping a watchful eye on Hana, stressing that any repetition of what happened would only give Arisa all the more reasons to throw hands.

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It was a cold and rainy morning. Arisa, clad in her school uniform, stepped out of her house, the persistent raindrops creating a melancholic backdrop. Her umbrella held firmly in her hands.

Until it wasn't.

Suddenly, she found herself grappling against an unseen force, desperately attempting to break free. The struggle proved futile as she was forcibly ushered into a waiting car.

Inside, panic surged as Arisa attempted to pry the door open, only to be met with resistance. When she turned around, her eyes widened in disbelief – Thyme sat in the car, an enigmatic smirk playing on his lips. The unexpected encounter with her nemesis plunged Arisa into a perilous situation, leaving her to grapple not only with physical restraints but the ominous presence of Thyme who kept smirking at god knows what.

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The car ride was the complete opposite of what the bus offered: discomfort and rocky.  Thyme's imposing mansion loomed in the background as Arisa reluctantly stepped through its grand entrance. The lavishness of the sprawling estate was undeniable, the architecture breathtaking, but Arisa stubbornly refused to admit its allure. Thyme, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort, guided her through the elaborate halls, his footsteps echoing in the vastness.

Inside, the mansion revealed itself as a tapestry of luxury. Arisa couldn't help but cast secretive glances at the intricate artwork and rich furnishings that adorned the walls. Yet, she clung to her disdain, a shield against the captivating side of Thyme's world.