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Myxed Up, Knit Up Feelings (Half-Human/Human!Myx x Tsundere!Reader)

Or, as I've so cleverly titled the Google Doc, "tsundere flavored cake myx". By the by, not only does this chapter timeskip a bit, but at some point Myx goes back to his human form, so be weary of that. Sorry if it seems kind of confusing.

Speaking of things to be sorry about, sorry this entry's so late, I've had a rough patch of writer's block this past week. It sucked. But, thankfully, I got my motivation back, which I'll elaborate about at the end, because it's funny enough for me to talk about - in my opinion, at least.

Anyway, without further ado...

Thank you, boopbeeplol, for requesting!

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You, (Y/N), were never one who'd spontaneously pick up hobbies or anything of the sort without good reason. You were an efficient kind of person, the type that can't stand the idea of wasting their time on something if they were just going to wind up hating it in the end. Yes, you were no time-waster, not at all!

...So why, (Y/N), were you standing in front of the doors to some knitting class that you never had any sort of interest in before? It just didn't make sense to you, not in the slightest. You sighed, brushing some of your hair behind your ear as you skimmed over what little you did have together about the whole ordeal.

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"...What's with that scarf?" You inquired, peeking over your magazine at the half-human manimal grinning at you. God, and what a stupid looking grin it was, too, how could he be so happy all the time? "It really must be nice, being able to be so casual and carefree about everything..." The thought of yours passed almost as fast as it came, what with the way he dramatically flung it over his shoulder, as if he were a hero wearing a cape.

"This bad boy? It's a gift from one of the ladies in the knitting class I teach!" Myx tugged at the cloth, and it slid off him almost effortlessly. "Look, look! She even put little chinchillas on it! They're so cute!" He smiled, and it felt so bright it was almost blinding, and you felt like you were on fire just being near him. And maybe, just maybe, mindlessly wondering how he'd look in a (F/C) scarf or sweater wasn't gonna help the room cool down. Yeah, no, you weren't in the mood for this. You abruptly stood up from your living room couch, folding the corner of your magazine so you'd remember where you left off easier.

"Y-Yeah. Whatever. I'm gonna... get some water, I guess," You quickly strode over to the kitchen, pinching your red cheeks, "I'll be right back."

"Oh! Can you get me some orange juice, too?!" His request was met with a loud groan, and you couldn't help but take note of the calendar hanging off the fridge as you filled up a small glass.

You had no plans this week.

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Surely, that's why you decided to show up. You didn't have anything planned, so you might as well be here. Yes, definitely, it certainly wasn't because you wanted to see the woman who made him that scarf. Nor was it because you wanted to learn how to make him something, yourself. Both of those ideas were just absurd!

You definitely, definitely didn't want to see that blinding smile of his again when you give him a gift that he helped you make, that same blinding smile that was right behind the window of the door, looking straight at you-

"(Y/N!)"

"Christ-!" You had almost fell on your ass from the shock, had you not had such a tight grip on the doorknob. "D-Don't surprise me like that, you idiot!"

"Right, right, sorry!" Myx stepped out of the doorway, a remorseful chuckle on his lips as you made your way into the room. "Wouldn't wanna give anyone a heart attack before class started, haha! Speaking of, what're you here for?" Your heart dropped for a moment, because, really, you didn't know why you were here, either.