Your P.O.V.
It was Klaus. I dropped my nearly empty plastic mug. He was so grown-up. He still had his iconic curly brown hair. He had similar glasses. He now had a few adorable freckles on his cheeks. His jaw line had become more square. He had a goofy yet shy smile on his face. He was much taller than me. He was wearing a nearby yet casual outfit.
I jumped into his arms. He hugged me tightly. I pulled away and stared into his gorgeous eyes.
Y/n: H-How did you find me?
Klaus: VFD sent me your location. I've been looking for you for years. I've missed you so much, Y/n.
Y/n: I've missed you too. Oh, please, come in.
He took off his coat and his shoes. He sat on the couch. I poured him a cup of tea and sat across from him.
Klaus : Th-this is a nice place.
Y/n: Yeah, the university helps with the rent.
He stared at me, wide-eyed.
Klaus: You go to university?
Y/n: Yes, they gave me a scholarship. I study tidal charts and celestial bodies.
Klaus: Still passionate about astrology, I see.
Y/n: Indeed. What have you been up to?
Klaus: After, count Olaf's death, my sisters and I settled down with a loving family. I moved out a couple of years later. I now study literature in a nearby university. I work part-time in a library.
Y/n: How are your sister doing?
Klaus: Violet is an engineer. Sunny and Beatrice still attend school.
I nodded. We both sipped our chamomile tea. There was an awkward silence. After a few seconds, he interrupted it.
Klaus: I'm sorry for not writing. I wasn't sure if you wanted to hear from me.
Y/n: it's fine, don't worry. You had more important things to do. You must've been very busy. You didn't have time to write some childish letters. Don't apologize.
Klaus: Y/n, nothing's more important than you. I'll always make time for you.
We both blushed. We talked some more about miscellaneous things. After a while, it got dark. We thought it was best for him to go home.
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Lovestruck ~Klaus Baudelaire x Reader~
FanfictionY/n Strauss is a polite, educated, quiet young girl. One day, a handsome boy moves in nextdoor. And suddenly, she's head over heels for Klaus Baudelaire. Little does she know that he feels the same way. I'm really bad at writing descriptions. I'm so...