"sorry" {Popee the PerformerxReader Oneshot}

"sorry"

"Idiot."

"Stupid."

"My insult was better."

"Smartašš."

"Profanity, Popee!" The girl gasped, covering her mouth in a dainty way that one would think she had just learned a scandalous secret. Seconds later she broke down into an endless series of giggles, earning an eye roll and a twitch of the lips from the male. "Hey, Popee?"

"Hm?~" His melodic voice hummed, ringing through the air like R. F. Jackaby's tuning fork.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" Curiously, he glanced up at her, worry bubbling up within him as he gazed at her. She was burying the heels of her hands into her eyes, shoulders shaking slightly. "... Y/n?"

"I'm sorry that I don't have the antidote for your stupidity." This was their everyday routine. Popee sits in a comfortable spot and plops down to read some more great performer tricks, Y/n tailing close behind. He'd take off his hat and gloves, cracking down on the hunt for more and more acts. The moment he seems deep in thought, the girl sits either right next to him or nearby, staring at him with blank eyes. Finally, he'd look at her, at which she'd insult him, and he'd do so back, and then she'd come up with a better one, etcetera etcetera. It's an endless cycle. Today he had chosen to sit atop the wall.

"Oh my god. Y/n shut up!" The male opposite of her hissed in exasperation, making little Y/n contort her face in confusion. Was she being too annoying? It worried her. Everyday back at her home she had to worry about that, with her mom, dad, and false friends. "Go fûck a dog for all I care." There he was.

"Okay." She replied, readying herself to jump off. "Lemme go find Kedamono."

In utter bafflement, Popee's eyes widened. Was Y/n really going to do that? "Hey." His voice was deep, husky, and hoarse as he dragged out the word from the depths of his stomach. With one swift motion, he grabbed her wrist, and tightly.

"Owch! Popee, let go! That hurts!" Y/n hissed, pulling her arm but unable to free herself as Popee was physically stronger than her. Not mentally though.

He let out a lithe, livid curse, "Fine. From the bottom of my heart: fûck you. I hate you." And he let her go. All was silent for a few moments as the male continued to read his book, mad as a bull. But then a sharp, short inhale could be heard; the beginning of crying. Popee looked up, guilt immediately taking the place of anger, and a giant stone planted itself in his belly, as if his heart plummeted at the sight.

"Pardon me," she rasped, eyes red and puffy as she had never felt this way, tears slowly spilling over the edge. A bit like slowly pouring tea into an already filled cup. "but you have hurt my feelings." Sure she always joked around pretending to have her feelings hurt whenever Popee said something insensitive, but this was beyond the boundary, she was actually being genuine. It was stupid, idiotic, and the worst thing he had ever done.

Like, where the hēll was his logic? Why the heck did he even say that? "Y—"

"Just don't." The girl sniffed, interrupting his sentence. She wiped a tear from her eye, hopping down from the wall, trudging away from the guy that clearly has no feelings.

"Wait! Y/n!" Slapping the book down, Popee turned his body, preparing to jump.

"Don't follow me!" Y/n sobbed out, her shamble turning into jog, and then a sprint.

And he let his guilt cow him. He stayed put, following her orders.

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