Hi, so been a while. Just felt like updating it. How have you all been?

Also to TheLadyPendragon thanks for the summary, but as I was copy and pasting it, it was too long and apparently they have a word count limit so had to shorten it, my shortened version compared to yours is sad and boring.

So I shall paste yours here,

SUMMARY: Yuuri Shibuya is a normal highschool student he's always dreaming of a mysterious 'girl' from his childhood who never speaks. His first day in his new school is horrible when he tries to save Wolfram, the school outcast, from humiliation but doesn't get a thank you back. His horrible day improves, however, when he sees Elizabeth who he thinks is his dream girl. But is she really or is it the person who's been overlooked? Is it even a girl? YuuRam, AU, School-life

And um.. didnt re-read this so sorry about the grammar, spelling etc. But...enjoy...?

It was getting dark outside as the day was slowing reaching night. A gentle knock was heard, followed by another. "May I come in?" A voice sounded from the other side of the door.

There wasn't any response but he let himself in anyways and made himself comfy sitting on the edge of the bed next to a blob of blonde hair covered with a blanket.

"Gunter told me you ran from school again" he spoke.

And without waiting for a reply he continued.

"If you don't want to attend school we could always home school you, you know. I don't really understand why you insist on going if you keep just running away."

The blonde blob moved and slowly got up reaching for his many notepads and pencils shattered throughout his room. He quickly wrote something down and shoved it back to the guest in his bedroom.

It read, "I… I want your help, Conrad. There's something you can do that I can't. If you would help me?"

Conrad smiled; it was rare for his little brother to ask for a favor even when his disability caused him much stress, wolfram was always strong. So immediately he wouldn't be able to say no, but he was also curious as to why he was going through all this trouble as wolfram explained what he wanted help with. Wolfram has never acted like this before, it was so rare.

Another not was passed to him, "Thank you, I'm grateful" it read.

And while Conrad was glad he could be helpful to his precious oh so tiny brother, his heart also constricted, whatever his little brother was up to, he could only hope that it won't hurt him.

Conrad remembered the first time when mom had bought him home. While him and his other brothers were kids too, Wolfram was still so tiny compared to the rest of the family and just so afraid, grabbing onto his mother's hand and unwilling to let go.

"Wolfram these are your brothers and your new family. And we're all going to love you so very much!" Cacille announced in glee and excitement as she introduced each and everyone to wolfram. And for a long time Wolfram always kept to himself and shut himself out like he was afraid of being a nuisance and a burden.

And one day when their older brother Gwendal bought home a set of paints and paper, it was the most memorable day for them all as slowly; ever so slowly they saw wolfram start to see light. He would spend days at a time in his our personalized room just painting and stretching but he was smiling whenever he did so, as the family took turns to stare through the door in glee. Bringing up snacks and drinks and sharing just quiet moments sitting together. It would be silent with only sounds of brush strokes, but it lovely.

And from these little moments and with time, little by little there precious little brother started to open up. No one in the family would forget their precious little wolframs first smile.

And as the weekends flew, school commenced again on a Monday.

BACK TO YUURI POV

I yawned tiredly, and it wasn't even because I stayed up late the day before either. I was just tired… tired from a dream. A dream I couldn't make much sense of.

It was the same dream of a beautiful blonde girl with arms outstretched as if wanting me to take hers into mine, but as this dream was the same it was also different. It was always just one blonde girl, with me trying to communicate with her, but this time the only difference was that there were two, two blondes standing side by side each other and before I woke the last that I remember was they both asked in unison with hands outstretched, "which one?" and then I awoke.

Ever since primary school and when they announced a transfer student by the name of Elizabeth, I was enraptured. Before I even knew the meaning of said word love. I had always thought that maybe just maybe she was the one, the one that may explain all those recurring dreams, the girl's image from the one in my dreams were so similar and then all those coincidences of little meetings we would have and now to even going to the same high school even tho I knew her house wasn't that close to here. I had always thought she might be the one. Although for some reason every time I wanted to ask or approach her, the timing was just too dire. Either something would come between me approaching her or me shying away from doing anything.

Like one time when I finally found the courage and without me even searching she was right in front of me, it was the perfect timing but as I approached with strides of audacity, a heavy rain just started out of nowhere, as everyone sprinted for shatter and I lost another chance.

There was even a time a thought crossed my mind that was perhaps the world didn't want us together but then so vividly my dream would say otherwise. Or was this one of the retributions one must overcome before one can be together?

I opened my locker and to my surprise a crumbled up paper sat. It read, "I want to talk, come after school to the rooftop."

I gasped, was…this a love letter?! I had never gotten one before in my life and now this, while I am flattered I must turn this person down as I already have Elizabeth in my heart!

But turning someone down… is always difficult. And as I conflicted on my thoughts, a familiar ding was heard in my head. This handwriting… I've seen it before… but where? Also this might not even be a love letter, it was afterall a short line to ask to meet with no signs of hearts or any type of indication of a love letter. I sighed.

It probably wasn't, since after all I've never received one anyways in all my life alive so far. And then I gasped again, 'Omg is this a challenge letter? But for what, why?! Did this person want to beat me up after school on the rooftop?' And thinking about it my hands were already crying from sweat, I cringed.