Lil the Neel || LZN || Neel

Neil had been getting into all sorts of fights since childhood. He'd accidentally hit a boy in the face with a shovel in the sandbox, or he'd snatch someone's toy. As he grew older, the situation didn't change. Fighting remained his favorite pastime. It was in one such situation that he met his future love. The girl was on duty on the third floor—keeping order at the school, so to speak. Some guy started hitting on Neil. So, the redhead decided to give him a hard time to shut him up. Things got heated, and now the girl is separating the two guys. While the girl and Neil were sitting on a bench in the hallway, waiting for the nurse to arrive, they met. They became friends, and then, after finishing school, they entered into a relationship.

They'd agreed to go for a walk today. The girl waited patiently for him, a light breeze gently fluttering the hem of her dress. The sun was slowly beginning to set behind the horizon, painting the sky in warm shades of orange and pink. She glanced at her phone, slightly nervous about the delay. Neil finally showed up. About twenty minutes late. And not just one. He was holding a crumpled bouquet of tulips he'd plucked hastily, and a thin trickle of blood was still trickling from his nose. He'd wanted to pick some from a neighbor's flowerbed, he'd explained, but some guy had spotted him and decided to teach him a lesson. The walk was canceled, and instead, he had to stay at the girl's house.

She settled on the bed, carefully tending to his wounds, while he sat next to her, trying not to disturb her but keeping his gaze fixed on hers. A cotton ball soaked in alcohol touched a cut on his eyebrow, and Neil groaned softly, squeezing her hips a little too tightly. His hands involuntarily slid down her legs, lifting the hem of her dress slightly, but she showed no signs of discomfort. He sensed this and continued to press her against him. His nose brushed the curve of her neck, and she quietly protested, reminding him to clean her face. But Neil merely snorted, grumbling softly.

• Darling, don't give a damn about me. You're much more important right now.