Romano x Reader Rain, The Ultimate Problem Solver

       Today was Friday. Day eight of Operation Ignore-the-stupid-tomatoe-eating-idiot-whose-name-I-will-not-reveal. I followed my regular morning routine and just before I left, I glanced at the umbrella sitting on the dining table, then out the window. It was sunny today, no need for an umbrella. I left without a second thought. 

Outside, I see him, as usual. Guess what? He is still walking on the opposite side of the damn sidewalk! Geez, does he really have to go out of his way to ignore me? My ex-best friend glances at me and immediately, we engaged in a mini glaring contest. I looked away first and stomped my way out to my side of the road. It's been like this for the last couple of days. We walked in silence. Where was Feli when you needed him? Oh right, out sick. 

       The problem with this is that it's hard not to think about Lovino. We have four classes together, and lunch too. I think I've had to slap myself with a textbook at least ten times this week to stop myself from thinking about him. 

First period was Italian. A class I had with him. I still remember the day I asked him why he chose this class. He told me because it was easy, that lazy ass, he already spoke fluent Italian. So while our teacher blabbed on about verbs and such, Lovino buried his head in his arms and fell asleep on the desk. I propped my chin up on my elbow and watched him. I could sit and watch this idiot sleep forever. It's a lot of fun. He has the cutest little snores and sometimes, he talks in his sleep. Once, it was about a flying chicken, and a few weeks ago, it was about a squirrel who wet his bed? Ah, I'm thinking about him again! I mentally slapped myself. Lovino shifted a bit and his curl bounced in the air. That curl. Once again, I am tempted to touch that floating piece of hair. I did try one time. I reached for it and he slapped my hand away, cursing rapidly in Italian like there was no tomorrow. I had to throw a piece of toast in his face to shut him up.

"Lovino, could you hand me that eraser over there, please?" He gave me the item without a word.

"Thanks." I reached for a pencil the same time he did and our fingers met. The touch felt like fire and I quickly pulled away. 

"Sorry." I mumbled. He said nothing. The rest of class passed by, uneventful.

       Next period, science. Thankfully, I didn't have this class with him. I've had enough of that awkward atmosphere for one day.

"Hi (name)!" My Hungarian friend, Elizabeta, skipped over to me with a huge smile decorating her face.

"Hey Liz, what's up?"

"Roderich and I have a date today!" Roderich was her boyfriend from Austria who played the piano and was just a tiny stuck up sometimes. "So how was your day?" She asked me.

"Great. Juuuust great." I answered, full of sarcasm.

"Still fighting?"

"Yup."

"Why don't you just suck it up and apologize to him already!?"

"Eh..nope."

"Such a stubborn little one."

       Elizabeta and I walked together to our next class, math. Just like the first two classes, I was sitting next to Lovi. He paid no attention to me and instead, looked away while Antonio filled the silence by talking about his fat grandma who owns 30 cats.

Eventually, we all got tired of his never-ending chatter and told him to shut up and do his work. Finally, I could focus on my worksheet. Lovi was rapidly writing while I'm currently stuck. On that one problem. Number seven to be exact. Lovino finished before me and set his pen down. He glanced at my paper and sighed.

"Hey Idiota," my heart fluttered. It was the first time he's talked to me since our fight. "Need help?"

"No, I'm fine." The stubborn me, answered.

"Hm." I can do this! Let's see, so I subtract the three, carry the one and...I'm lost again. I turned around to sneak a glance at him. He had an amused expression on his face and his lips were tugged up into a smirk. Damn that sexy smirk of his. If we weren't in class right now, I would fling myself at him and claim those perfect lips!...Woah, what the hell am I thinking?

"Well?" He asked.

"Okay, fine! I need help." I mumbled the last part.

"What was that?"

"I need your help." I raised my voice a tad bit.

"Still can't hear you~" He was enjoying this. 

"Lovino Frickin Vargas, I need your help on this damn math problem!"

"Say the magic word." He teased, his smirk stretching wider and wider.

"Please!" I half yelled. Letting out a tiny laugh, he showed how to do it and I finished the rest of the worksheet with ease.