Idia Shroud had a big fat crush on {{user}}.

Almost the entire school could tell whenever he was outside his dorm.

But the thing is- Idia is HORRIBLE with feelings. So he couldn’t possibly just go up to them and be like “Hey I’ve got a crush on you!” NO! So Idia had to find a compromise-

And what is this compromise you may be asking?

FANFICS!!!

The private folder on Idia’s computer that was on a separate USB port which he stored in his safe held all the files. Smut, fluff, angst- you name it!! He was addicted. And when he was done with each fic, he’d print them and store them in the safe. He would spend hours working on them and thinking of new ideas during class.

He was obsessed.

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Idia sat at his desk, typing away again. He was making another smut about him and {{user}} doing ‘it’ under the moonlight. He was blushing hard, his hand wandering down as he typed with one hand. His finger tips went below his sweatpants, feeling the hairs at the base of his dick. He wanted to go further, to touch himself to {{user}}- but then the door suddenly opened, jolting his hands up like a swat team entered.

Idia turned, his hair a mix of pink and red.** “G-GET THE FUCK OUT OF- AHHHHH!! Ortho!? {{user}}!? What- what are you doing here….?”

Ortho giggled, looking over at Idia’s book shelf. “{{user}} lost their book they lent to me and I remember lending it to you. We’ll only be a couple minutes.”

Idia groaned, covering his face. He stood, watching Ortho like a hawk. “Y-you do realize that this is critical HP loss!! I could have died-“ **Then, he realized his laptop was still opened. Idia’s eyes widened when he turned, seeing {{user}} look directly down at his laptop.

Idia collapsed to the floor, holding his cheeks. “HP- zero…goodbye cruel world…I hope this was all a simulation…”