I love your Senku one short! Will you be making more or a pt2?
Thank you so much!!🥹💐💕 (sorry for the late response bookie💔) but I do hope to make more, I find myself understanding their characters more, have any requests??👀
tags: drunk reader, reader is touch starved, reader has a good nose (like tanjiro kamado) ˶‘ ͜ʖ ‘˶ , reader and senku are childhood friends (along with taiju and yuzuriha) sfw, fluff, all this fic is just reader touching senku’s skin, color code dialogue cause i like them (future me here, no i don't, i lied, that is before i had to custom color code every dialogue each of them, but it turned out pretty, p.s: had to do it twice cause like, it didn't save, girl whatever), reader's motif color is grapefruit and saffron
summary: after the events of treasure island you decided to indulge yourself to Francois’ bar and get a little touchy with your favorite scientist
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The deck had come alive with the hum of laughter and chatter. People gambling in the brand new casino Ryusui had made for everyone to enjoy as they mingled with the sea breeze as Francois manned their self-named “Bar Francois.”
Glasses clinked, and foam spilled over the lips of makeshift mugs. The first successful batch of beer had been brewed, an achievement worth celebrating after months of endless work.
You leaned over the counter as Francois offered you a smile.
“Would you like your usual, or perhaps something special for the occasion?”
“Mm, I’ll try the beer,” you said, curiosity piqued by everyone’s reactions as they splurge themselves.
Francois blinked, a rare look of surprise crossing their composed face. “You?”
You gave a lazy grin. “It’s history in a cup, right? I’d be a criminal not to.”
The first sip hit you like a wave, bitter at first, tangy, and oddly alive.
The taste deepened as you swallowed, sharp bubbles prickling your tongue before settling into a warm, toasty aftertaste.
It wasn’t sweet, not like Francois’ crafted drinks, but it had character. It was alive, like the ocean air.
“Not bad,” you murmured, taking another gulp that left your throat tingling.
The warmth began pooling in your chest, a cozy fire spreading from your ribs outward.
Somehow, your second mug appeared faster than you remembered asking for it.
You laughed at something Gen said nearby, the sound bubbling up too loudly, too freely. Halfway through the second drink, your chest began to feel tight. A sudden yearning was itching you, your warmth was lonely, like it wasn’t enough anymore.
Your head was floating like the stars, and your feet were moving under you before you fully realized where they were going.
When you saw the scientists facing towards the sea, your chest lurched, pulling you to where the yearning was. His name was the only thing going through your head now, not knowing it slipped from your lips.
“Senkuu~!”
The word came out slurred, but warm…familiar. His body turned, attention fully on you. Senku raised a brow as you stumbled toward him, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed.
He caught you before you tripped, hands firm on your shoulders. “You drank beer, didn’t you?” His tone was deadpan, but you could hear the faint trace of amusement under it.
You blinked slowly up at him, lips curling into a dopey grin. "You smell good.”
Senku froze, muscles stiff under your palms. You reached up anyway, cupping his face in your hands. His jaw was sharp under your fingertips, skin cool from the breeze.
“Oi,” he started, tilting his head back slightly, but your fingers brushed his jawline, thumbs tracing the ridges of his ears. His words caught in his throat.
It was like your senses were on fire. Everything you’d been holding in all the exhaustion, the fear, the small ache of loneliness, spilled out at once. You weren’t thinking. You just needed warmth. You needed something real to hold on to.
You sank against him, forehead pressing into the crook of his neck. His pulse beat steady under your cheek. His breath smelling like the matcha he drank earlier.
The world tilted and slowed all the laughter, all the noise, the taste of beer on your tongue it all blurred until there was only the steady beat beneath his skin.
You breathed him in. The scent of iron, soap, and ozone, you exhaled, your warmth breath sinking into his skin, before you inhaled even deeper, smelling what was rain before it hits the earth cool, sharp, and alive, mixed with faint smoke and salt from the sea. Senku’s scent, hit you hard, dizzying.
It was a scent that made your brain quiet and your chest ache all at once. The air filled with him until the edges of your thoughts began to fray. Grounding you in a way that made your chest ache.
It wasn’t just that you wanted to touch him. It was that you needed to. Like your body had been cold for too long and only now realized what warmth felt like.
It was like you were melted into him without meaning to, arms wrapping around his middle. You fumbled for the hem of his shirt, desperate for something real beneath your fingers, but all you found were the heavy folds of his coat.
You let out a small, frustrated breath, not a whine so much as a quiet plea.
Frowning against his neck, mumbling something incoherent. Your fingers lightly traced the stiff bandages around his forearms, disliking the texture immensely before lightly going over his elbows, up to his biceps.
Your fingers wrapped around his arms, you noticed how much toner they are than they were in the old world, though he ass was still skinny.
He wasn’t built like a warrior, no sculpted strength, no bulk but there was something quietly strong in him, something that lived in the way his muscles held tension even when he stood still.
Your thumbs mapping the tendons under his skin and the muscles that were flexing. You hummed in delight, comfort unfurled in your chest.
Your hands moved up, disappearing into his sleeves until your fingertips brushed his shoulders—
Senku let out a small, startled breath that could have been a chuckle or a sigh.
“Man, you’re a handful when you’re drunk," he muttered, voice low.
Another hum escaped you, unbidden and content, your cheek pressed against the crook of his neck. His hair tickled your temple.
The contact sent a warmth through you so intense it almost hurt like waking up in sunlight after too many days of winter. A tremor of laughter, or maybe relief, escaped you as a tiny hum in your throat, muffled against his neck.
He said something again, you could feel his throat move beneath your lips, but the words barely reached you. You were too lost in the rhythm of him, the way his breathing steadied your own.
Your palms followed instinct rather than reason, the coarse fabric brushing against your wrists as your fingertips found the shape of him. Beneath your palms, the smooth stretch of skin along his back felt cool at first, but the longer you lingered, the more warmth seeped into your fingers.
You traced upwards, following the subtle ridge of his spine, each vertebra rising faintly.
Your fingertips mapped the terrain of him the gentle dips between bone and muscle, the way his scapula shifted beneath your touch when he breathed in, slow and controlled.
You could feel his restraint in every movement, that constant precision he lived by even now, as if his body refused to be anything but calculated.
You pressed a little harder, brushing along the trapezius, where the tension coiled tight a quiet ache he carried from endless nights bent over blueprints and experiments.
The muscle flexed beneath your touch, taut yet trembling, and it almost startled you how human he felt. He wasn’t made of equations or formulas. He was warmth, and pulse, and the faint rhythm of breath.
Your fingers moved in slow, uncertain strokes up and down his back, memorizing, not exploring.
It wasn’t desire that drove you, it was something older, quieter. A hunger for connection. The ache of a touch you hadn’t realized you needed until you found it.
His body wasn’t soft or yielding, it was lean, all bone and wiry strength, yet somehow it grounded you.
You just breathed him in, the scent of science and saltwater filling your lungs.
For the first time in what felt like forever, your body relaxed. The tightness in your chest unfurled. You were warm. Safe. And somewhere in that haze, a giddy sort of joy bubbled up you were alive.
“Senku…” the name left your lips again, this time a quiet breath of relief and longing.
You didn’t even realize your fingers had tightened against him, tracing small, uncertain circles at the base of his neck. He stiffened for half a heartbeat, as if trying to process what exactly was happening and then exhaled, low and unsteady, his voice catching somewhere between disbelief and awkward fondness.
“Oi, what’s with you…” he murmured finally, the words half-hearted and softer than they should’ve been.
You couldn’t. Every nerve in your body was too busy memorizing the feeling of him the faint tremor in his shoulders, the scent of ozone clinging to his skin, the heat radiating through the layers of his coat.
“Senkuuu…” you mumbled, the word half-whine, half-laugh. "You’re so… nice to touch…”
Senku groaned quietly, both hands catching your wrists as you tried to sneak under his coat again. “Alright, alright, that’s enough of the fieldwork, you lightweight.”
Before you could protest, a hand yanked you back by the collar.
“Ha-ha!” Ryusui’s voice burst through the air, full of laughter. “And here I thought I’d be the one drowning in temptation tonight!”
Your vision swayed as Ryusui pulled you upright, one arm slung securely around your shoulders. You blinked up at him, unsteady.
“Mean…” you hiccuped, your lip trembling.
Ryusui grinned. “Trust me, love, I’m doing the world a favor before you start undressing the scientist in front of everyone.”
“I wasn’t—” you tried to argue, but your words slurred together into nonsense.
You struggled weakly against his arm, your body limp and heavy. With surprising ease, you slipped away from him and straight into the next person’s arms — Yuzuriha’s.
“Yuzu!” you wailed, burying your face into her shoulder. “They’re sooo meaaaan!”
Yuzuriha sweat-dropped, one hand patting your back gently, like a mother calming an overgrown toddler. “There, there… It’s okay, you’re just tired.”
Gen leaned over from the sidelines, sipping from his drink with an amused smile. “More like drunk and touch-starved. It’s cute, in a disaster sort of way.”
Chrome whispered to Kohaku, “Did… they just hug Senku? Like, really hug him?”
Kohaku blinked. “They nearly tackled him.”
“Yeah,” Chrome said, “and he didn’t—explode.”
Senku finally exhaled through his nose, rubbing the back of his neck. “Tch. Alcohol and sleep deprivation — a dangerous chemical combo.” His tone was light, but the corner of his mouth twitched, betraying amusement. “Guess we’ll need to start regulating bar hours.”
He could still feel the phantom touches of your fingers, goosebumps trailed his skin, unsure if it was from the sea breeze or if it was because of you.
His eyes gazed over at you, you were back to being a happy giggling drunk, going to hug Kohaku.
Shivering trailed inside his body, he was itching to rub over all the parts you touched him. His couldn’t figure out if he hated it or…if it left him wanting more.
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notes: thank you SO SO much for reading! ♡ this is just one piece out of a thousand from the dr stone x reader fanfic I’ve been wanting to write and only been making pieces like this and hope they fit like a puzzle once I put them together.
anyway, you should totally go and read my black butler x reader fanfic on Quotev that I also stopped writing (I’ll get back to it one day 🙏) while I make you wait 3,700 years for my dr stone fanfic
tags: drunk reader, reader is touch starved, reader has a good nose (like tanjiro kamado) ˶‘ ͜ʖ ‘˶ , reader and senku are childhood friends (along with taiju and yuzuriha) sfw, fluff, all this fic is just reader touching senku’s skin, color code dialogue cause i like them (future me here, no i don't, i lied, that is before i had to custom color code every dialogue each of them, but it turned out pretty, p.s: had to do it twice cause like, it didn't save, girl whatever), reader's motif color is grapefruit and saffron
summary: after the events of treasure island you decided to indulge yourself to Francois’ bar and get a little touchy with your favorite scientist
────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────
The deck had come alive with the hum of laughter and chatter. People gambling in the brand new casino Ryusui had made for everyone to enjoy as they mingled with the sea breeze as Francois manned their self-named “Bar Francois.”
Glasses clinked, and foam spilled over the lips of makeshift mugs. The first successful batch of beer had been brewed, an achievement worth celebrating after months of endless work.
You leaned over the counter as Francois offered you a smile.
“Would you like your usual, or perhaps something special for the occasion?”
“Mm, I’ll try the beer,” you said, curiosity piqued by everyone’s reactions as they splurge themselves.
Francois blinked, a rare look of surprise crossing their composed face. “You?”
You gave a lazy grin. “It’s history in a cup, right? I’d be a criminal not to.”
The first sip hit you like a wave, bitter at first, tangy, and oddly alive.
The taste deepened as you swallowed, sharp bubbles prickling your tongue before settling into a warm, toasty aftertaste.
It wasn’t sweet, not like Francois’ crafted drinks, but it had character. It was alive, like the ocean air.
“Not bad,” you murmured, taking another gulp that left your throat tingling.
The warmth began pooling in your chest, a cozy fire spreading from your ribs outward.
Somehow, your second mug appeared faster than you remembered asking for it.
You laughed at something Gen said nearby, the sound bubbling up too loudly, too freely. Halfway through the second drink, your chest began to feel tight. A sudden yearning was itching you, your warmth was lonely, like it wasn’t enough anymore.
Your head was floating like the stars, and your feet were moving under you before you fully realized where they were going.
When you saw the scientists facing towards the sea, your chest lurched, pulling you to where the yearning was. His name was the only thing going through your head now, not knowing it slipped from your lips.
“Senkuu~!”
The word came out slurred, but warm…familiar. His body turned, attention fully on you. Senku raised a brow as you stumbled toward him, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed.
He caught you before you tripped, hands firm on your shoulders. “You drank beer, didn’t you?” His tone was deadpan, but you could hear the faint trace of amusement under it.
You blinked slowly up at him, lips curling into a dopey grin. "You smell good.”
Senku froze, muscles stiff under your palms. You reached up anyway, cupping his face in your hands. His jaw was sharp under your fingertips, skin cool from the breeze.
“Oi,” he started, tilting his head back slightly, but your fingers brushed his jawline, thumbs tracing the ridges of his ears. His words caught in his throat.
It was like your senses were on fire. Everything you’d been holding in all the exhaustion, the fear, the small ache of loneliness, spilled out at once. You weren’t thinking. You just needed warmth. You needed something real to hold on to.
You sank against him, forehead pressing into the crook of his neck. His pulse beat steady under your cheek. His breath smelling like the matcha he drank earlier.
The world tilted and slowed all the laughter, all the noise, the taste of beer on your tongue it all blurred until there was only the steady beat beneath his skin.
You breathed him in. The scent of iron, soap, and ozone, you exhaled, your warmth breath sinking into his skin, before you inhaled even deeper, smelling what was rain before it hits the earth cool, sharp, and alive, mixed with faint smoke and salt from the sea. Senku’s scent, hit you hard, dizzying.
It was a scent that made your brain quiet and your chest ache all at once. The air filled with him until the edges of your thoughts began to fray. Grounding you in a way that made your chest ache.
It wasn’t just that you wanted to touch him. It was that you needed to. Like your body had been cold for too long and only now realized what warmth felt like.
It was like you were melted into him without meaning to, arms wrapping around his middle. You fumbled for the hem of his shirt, desperate for something real beneath your fingers, but all you found were the heavy folds of his coat.
You let out a small, frustrated breath, not a whine so much as a quiet plea.
Frowning against his neck, mumbling something incoherent. Your fingers lightly traced the stiff bandages around his forearms, disliking the texture immensely before lightly going over his elbows, up to his biceps.
Your fingers wrapped around his arms, you noticed how much toner they are than they were in the old world, though he ass was still skinny.
He wasn’t built like a warrior, no sculpted strength, no bulk but there was something quietly strong in him, something that lived in the way his muscles held tension even when he stood still.
Your thumbs mapping the tendons under his skin and the muscles that were flexing. You hummed in delight, comfort unfurled in your chest.
Your hands moved up, disappearing into his sleeves until your fingertips brushed his shoulders—
Senku let out a small, startled breath that could have been a chuckle or a sigh.
“Man, you’re a handful when you’re drunk," he muttered, voice low.
Another hum escaped you, unbidden and content, your cheek pressed against the crook of his neck. His hair tickled your temple.
The contact sent a warmth through you so intense it almost hurt like waking up in sunlight after too many days of winter. A tremor of laughter, or maybe relief, escaped you as a tiny hum in your throat, muffled against his neck.
He said something again, you could feel his throat move beneath your lips, but the words barely reached you. You were too lost in the rhythm of him, the way his breathing steadied your own.
Your palms followed instinct rather than reason, the coarse fabric brushing against your wrists as your fingertips found the shape of him. Beneath your palms, the smooth stretch of skin along his back felt cool at first, but the longer you lingered, the more warmth seeped into your fingers.
You traced upwards, following the subtle ridge of his spine, each vertebra rising faintly.
Your fingertips mapped the terrain of him the gentle dips between bone and muscle, the way his scapula shifted beneath your touch when he breathed in, slow and controlled.
You could feel his restraint in every movement, that constant precision he lived by even now, as if his body refused to be anything but calculated.
You pressed a little harder, brushing along the trapezius, where the tension coiled tight a quiet ache he carried from endless nights bent over blueprints and experiments.
The muscle flexed beneath your touch, taut yet trembling, and it almost startled you how human he felt. He wasn’t made of equations or formulas. He was warmth, and pulse, and the faint rhythm of breath.
Your fingers moved in slow, uncertain strokes up and down his back, memorizing, not exploring.
It wasn’t desire that drove you, it was something older, quieter. A hunger for connection. The ache of a touch you hadn’t realized you needed until you found it.
His body wasn’t soft or yielding, it was lean, all bone and wiry strength, yet somehow it grounded you.
You just breathed him in, the scent of science and saltwater filling your lungs.
For the first time in what felt like forever, your body relaxed. The tightness in your chest unfurled. You were warm. Safe. And somewhere in that haze, a giddy sort of joy bubbled up you were alive.
“Senku…” the name left your lips again, this time a quiet breath of relief and longing.
You didn’t even realize your fingers had tightened against him, tracing small, uncertain circles at the base of his neck. He stiffened for half a heartbeat, as if trying to process what exactly was happening and then exhaled, low and unsteady, his voice catching somewhere between disbelief and awkward fondness.
“Oi, what’s with you…” he murmured finally, the words half-hearted and softer than they should’ve been.
You couldn’t. Every nerve in your body was too busy memorizing the feeling of him the faint tremor in his shoulders, the scent of ozone clinging to his skin, the heat radiating through the layers of his coat.
“Senkuuu…” you mumbled, the word half-whine, half-laugh. "You’re so… nice to touch…”
Senku groaned quietly, both hands catching your wrists as you tried to sneak under his coat again. “Alright, alright, that’s enough of the fieldwork, you lightweight.”
Before you could protest, a hand yanked you back by the collar.
“Ha-ha!” Ryusui’s voice burst through the air, full of laughter. “And here I thought I’d be the one drowning in temptation tonight!”
Your vision swayed as Ryusui pulled you upright, one arm slung securely around your shoulders. You blinked up at him, unsteady.
“Mean…” you hiccuped, your lip trembling.
Ryusui grinned. “Trust me, love, I’m doing the world a favor before you start undressing the scientist in front of everyone.”
“I wasn’t—” you tried to argue, but your words slurred together into nonsense.
You struggled weakly against his arm, your body limp and heavy. With surprising ease, you slipped away from him and straight into the next person’s arms — Yuzuriha’s.
“Yuzu!” you wailed, burying your face into her shoulder. “They’re sooo meaaaan!”
Yuzuriha sweat-dropped, one hand patting your back gently, like a mother calming an overgrown toddler. “There, there… It’s okay, you’re just tired.”
Gen leaned over from the sidelines, sipping from his drink with an amused smile. “More like drunk and touch-starved. It’s cute, in a disaster sort of way.”
Chrome whispered to Kohaku, “Did… they just hug Senku? Like, really hug him?”
Kohaku blinked. “They nearly tackled him.”
“Yeah,” Chrome said, “and he didn’t—explode.”
Senku finally exhaled through his nose, rubbing the back of his neck. “Tch. Alcohol and sleep deprivation — a dangerous chemical combo.” His tone was light, but the corner of his mouth twitched, betraying amusement. “Guess we’ll need to start regulating bar hours.”
He could still feel the phantom touches of your fingers, goosebumps trailed his skin, unsure if it was from the sea breeze or if it was because of you.
His eyes gazed over at you, you were back to being a happy giggling drunk, going to hug Kohaku.
Shivering trailed inside his body, he was itching to rub over all the parts you touched him. His couldn’t figure out if he hated it or…if it left him wanting more.
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notes: thank you SO SO much for reading! ♡ this is just one piece out of a thousand from the dr stone x reader fanfic I’ve been wanting to write and only been making pieces like this and hope they fit like a puzzle once I put them together.
anyway, you should totally go and read my black butler x reader fanfic on Quotev that I also stopped writing (I’ll get back to it one day 🙏) while I make you wait 3,700 years for my dr stone fanfic
this might be not everyone’s cup of tea since it’s mostly reader simping over na hae (mc)
but, if you guys really want i GUESS i can make beom tae x reader w smut maybe 😒🥱
pls PLS lmk what you guys think in the comments 🫶
kind of shitty to be honest since the next word I kept typing was coming out of my ass
additional tags: gn reader, reader does call themselves “girl” once, reader being a bisexual icon, how could you not fall for this fine mama cause GYYATT DAYUM, na hae soo x reader x beom tae ha, reader simping over na hae, reader is in mid 20s, sesbian lex???, reader with a milf/dilf complex
incorrect grammar and misspelling ahead
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It was nearly midnight when the shrill ringtone of your phone jolted you awake. Blinking against the darkness, you fumbled for your device, the screen's harsh light making you squint. The name that flashed across the display sent a jolt of adrenaline through you: Na Hae Soo. In an instant, you shot upright, heart pounding as surged of mostly nervousness and excitement, your blood rushing to your head.
This was the first time Haesoo called you first. Your hands shook as you answered, breathless, “...hello?” Your voice came out hoarse, prompting you to clear your throat, but before you could speak again, a shaky voice broke through the line.
“(L/N)... I-I... need you *hic*,” Haesoo's words were laced with distress, and you could hear the tremor in her voice, hinting at tears. A wave of concern washed over you—was she in trouble? Had her husband hurt her? “Is everything okay? Are you hurt? Where are you? Are you at home? I’m coming to get you!” you blurted out, kicking off the covers and reflexively putting on your slippers.
You stumbled around your room, colliding with furniture and nearly tripping over the chaos strewn about. Catching yourself against the wall, you flicked on the light, urgency propelling you forward. “Just wait for me, okay, Na Hae!” you shouted as you dashed out, grabbing your keys from the counter.
Pulling the phone away, you realize she had hung up. Panic flooded your body as you burst through the door, the chill of the night air prickling your skin. You raced down the stairs, nearly losing your footing, and slammed into your car. With a quick flick, you unlocked it and started the engine, ignoring the seatbelt as you sped out of the parking lot, foot pressing hard on the gas, heart racing with every second that passed.
*Several Months Ago*
You finally finished doing pick up orders, your knees protesting as you bent down to ease the strain from standing too long. Glancing around you spotted Jeong sweeping the floor, you called out to her, "Could you take this out to the front for me once you're done?" Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the table brimming with bouquets. "You finished that quickly! It hasn't been long at all! Thank you, Unnie!" She exclaimed, her joy palpable, mostly because it meant she was spared from the heavy lifting that you had just tackled.
"Yeah yeah, no problem," you replied, you wiped your green-stained hands on your apron and let out a weary sigh, contemplating a much-deserved lunch break.
But just as you began to relax, a loud voice pierced the air, "¿Dónde está la perra que estaba coqueteando con mi novio?!” (“ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᶠˡᶦʳᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ!”)
Ooor not.
You and Jeong exchanged alarmed glances, the malice in the voice unmistakable despite the foreign language. Your shoulders slumped in resignation. "I'll go check it out," you said, steeling yourself for the confrontation ahead.
"Estas flores... ¿quién se las dio a mi novio?!" the voice continued, sharp and accusatory. ("ᵀʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ—ʷʰᵒ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ!?")
"Um- ma'am please, I-" You heard Haesoo's voice trembled, laced with fear.
"¡Fuiste tú quien le dio esto a mi novio, puta!" the woman shouted, her fury palpable. ("ᵂᵃˢ ᶦᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒʳᵉ!")
Your heart raced as you quickened your steps, rounding a corner to find a woman violently waving a bouquet, petals scattering like confetti in a storm, while Hae-soo stood with her head bowed, clearly shaken. Without hesitation, you moved closer, wrapping one arm around Haesoo's shoulder and taking her trembling cold hands in yours, offering her a sense of safety. Haesoo snapped her head up in surprise at your presence, but the warmth of your embrace enveloped her, and for a moment, she felt shielded from the chaos surrounding them.
You pulled her in close, your voice low and soothing, "¿Cómo podemos ayudarle?" ("ᴴᵒʷ ᶜᵃⁿ ʷᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ?") A gentle smile graced your lips as the woman turned her attention to you, her thrashing seemingly to subside, "Quiero enfrentar a la zorra que le envió estas flores a mi novio; ¡al parecer estaba coqueteando con él!" Her voice escalated with each word, and you could see Haesoo ever so slightly trembling beside you, yet your warm grip around her hands remained steady and reassuring. ("ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏᵃⁿᵏ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ; ᵃᵖᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˡʸ, ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶠˡᶦʳᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᶦᵐ!")
"Lo siento, pero no vendemos ese tipo de flores-" ("ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵗʸᵖᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ-" ) you were interrupted.
"¡NO! ¡Esta es una florería donde mi novio las compró! ¡¿Dónde está la zorra que le dio esto a mi novio?!" Her words dripped with venom, and you felt your eyebrow twitch, but you maintained your calm demeanor, the smile still plastered on your face. ("ᴺᴼ! ᵀʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ ˢʰᵒᵖ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶦᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ! ᴺᵒʷ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏᵃⁿᵏ ʷʰᵒ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ!!")
"Lamentablemente señora, no sabemos quién le vendió esas flores a su novio, ¿tiene usted un recibo” ("ᵁⁿᶠᵒʳᵗᵘⁿᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᵐᵃ'ᵃᵐ, ʷᵉ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵒˡᵈ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ, ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ʳᵉᶜᵉᶦᵖᵗ?")
"Por qué demonios-" ("ᵂʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡˡ-")
""Si no lo haces, entonces debo pedirte que te vayas."(“ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ, ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵃˢᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ.")
Her indignation was palpable as she raised the arm clutching the flowers, and you braced yourself, is this chick gonna do what you think she's gonna do. With a swift motion, she swung her arm down, aiming to strike you with the sharp thorns. Instinctively, you released Hae-soo's hand and seized the woman's wrist with a firm grip.
"Por favor, vete ahora." ("ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ, ⁿᵒʷ.")Your eyes narrowed into slits, trying to channel the intensity of a movie villain, you think it worked cause she seemed like she was gonna shit her pants; she struggled in your grasp, shaking you off, the flowers tumbling from her grasp. Taking a few steps back, she muttered under her breath, "Perra loca...." Stomping off as the door's bells jingled in her wake, you stuck out your tongue, retorting, "You're the crazy puta.” ( “ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ”) You scoffed. (“ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ...”)
How infuriating.
"Um..." a soft, hesitant voice broke the silence beside you, drawing your attention to Haesoo, who remained nestled in your embrace. Her face was mere inches from yours, and while she appeared to look much more at ease, she was still shaken.
Ah, maybe cause you were squeezing her tight against you to the point her chest was squishing against yours creating an overwhelming closeness. The warmth of her body was pressed against yours was almost overwhelming. Her wide, expressive eyes seemed to drift into a distant haze, while her delicate lips formed a subtle frown that tugged at your heart.
Jesus fucking christ her boobs are just so-
What the hell am I thinking!
You lifted your hands up in the air like her body burned your skin, "I'm so sorry!!" your cheeks flushing a deep crimson as you averted your gaze, feeling as though you had stumbled upon something you weren’t meant to witness, "I didn't mean to touch you without your consent; it's just that I was worried that lady was gonna-"
"No! It’s not that, it’s just..." Her voice cut through your flustered ramble and as you lowered your hands, you turned your head to meet her gaze. To your surprise, she appeared more bashful than upset, her head bowed in a gesture of humility. "I’m sorry for not being any help," she murmured, her tone soft and laden with sincerity. You gasped hard, feeling your soul left your body, "Oh my goodness! Please raise your head! There's no need to apologize something when you did nothing wrong!" You were more embarrassed that an older women, like her, was bowing to someone younger, like you.
"I should be thanking you and I'm sorry you had to deal with a person like that, conflict is one of the most difficult situations we face because it thrusts us out of our comfort zone, don't feel the need to apologize so please raise your head Haesoo," you urged, your heart swelling with empathy for her.
She raised her gaze to meet yours, and as your words washed over her, a sense of calm enveloped her. The tension in her shoulders eased, and the frown that had etched itself on her lips began to fade. Her hands came together in front of her, fingers nervously intertwining as she spoke, "Thank you for your help. If there's any way I can repay you, please let me know." There was a shyness in her demeanor, a timidity that hinted at the weight of her thoughts, as if she were perpetually lost in her own world.
Yet, the sudden outburst from a customer jolted her back to reality, the harshness of the shouting ringing in her ears, though the words were lost on her. She struggled to appease the irate woman, but nothing seemed to work, and soon tears pricked at her eyes while her hands trembled uncontrollably. A wave of helplessness washed over her; she didn't know what to do, she needed to do something to fix this but what? What could she do, she can't even fix her relationship how can she do this. The air thickened around her, her vision blurred, and her mind spiraled with despair—she can't, she can't fix this.
But then, the warmth of your hands enveloped hers, and your presence shattered the oppressive atmosphere that had weighed so heavily on her. The burdens that had felt suffocating began to lift, and as she watched you effortlessly converse with the lady in a language with ease, a flicker of hope ignited within her. Your eyes met hers, and a reassuring smile broke through the tension;
Everything is gonna be okay.
Is what your smile said.
Haeso felt...
She felt protected, she felt safe. Even though it was such a simple touch on the shoulder and on her trembling hands, she just melted into you. Those small gestures, so seemingly insignificant—transforming her anxiety into a comforting warmth—meant everything at that moment.
You shook you head, a playful grin spreading across your face. "There's no need, anyone sensible would do that for someone in your position," you admitted, a sudden wave of shyness washing over you as you absentmindedly scratched the back of your neck. "And if you ever need someone to give those pesky customers a good scare, just say the word—I'm totally your girl," you added with a cheeky wink, feeling your cheeks start to burn.
Ah, I’m so cringe.
Despite the countless hours spent in the same space, you had never really engaged in a meaningful conversation with Haesoo. You had always assumed she preferred her solitude or the chatting with Jeong, which often consisted of the young girl doing most of the talking while Haesoo listened quietly.
Yet, as you looked into her eyes, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye. As cliche as it sounds.
Haesoo had an air of mystery about her, a quiet strength that intrigued you.
Your eyes glazed over at her, as you wonder what she was like outside of work.
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The days you saw Haesoo you greeted her and when there was downtime you made light conversations that never ventured too deep, careful not to probe too much into her life, as her responses often carried a hint of hesitation. It was as if she wore a veil over her thoughts, keeping herself at a distance, and you respected that unspoken boundary.
"I finished up over here with the pre-orders, need a hand with yours?" You glanced over at Haesoo, who paused momentarily to look at your end of the table, every flower prepped and wrapped up neatly, "You really are fast," she awes before looking back at the remaining flowers that haven’t been finished, shrugging you took the untouched blooms from her side and began to arrange them, "I majored in art back in college, cause I thought I wanted to do something with that. I was wanted to find something that would help me be able to express myself back then. So the alluring of colors, shapes, and the stories they could tell captivated me. I wanted to share my vision with others and I thought I was convinced that this would be my passion, but that didn't really happen in the end."
Jeez college seemed like forever ago.
Haesoo listened carefully, her ears perking up, "You want to become an artist?" She folded the cellophane wrap on the table, glancing at the flowers you had completed. "Hmm, I did. But now I'm not sure what I want to do," you admitted, grabbing the back of your neck and titled your head to the side, feeling satisfied after hearing a pop.
"Now, I'm unsure of my future, I feel a little lost so I don't know what I want to do right now, kind of losing hope to be honest," you joked at the end, but it held some truth, Haesoo fell silent, which made you wondered if you overshared-
"Don't worry about the future; you should enjoy the present while you're young," she finally said
Haesoo pauses for a minute, "But, I hope you can create the future you want as well," she added, her gaze drifting into the distance, as if she was thinking something more about than she had said. Her eyes always look like they have something yearning, that’s what you thought anyway.
"I will try my best," you replied, giving her a cheeky smile as you nodded in agreement, but after that, a comfortable silence enveloped you both, leaving the air thick with unspoken thoughts.
You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, a sense of urgency washing over you as you sprang to your feet, "I have to get going," you exclaimed, hastily wiping your hands on your apron for the umpteenth time, but the faint of green stained your fingers still. Haesoo looked up, unexpected at your sudden leaving, "You have a short shift?" Haesoo looked up from her work, surprise flickering across her face at your abrupt departure. "Do you have a short shift today?" she inquired, her hands deftly adding the final touches to a vibrant bouquet.
You nodded, removing your apron and balled it up half hazardly, "Yeah, I have another job and my boss isn't very lenient about the schedule, so I have to be there on time whenever he calls for me." You lowered your gaze, a hint of regret creeping into your voice. "I’m really sorry I can’t stick around to help you finish up." The thought of leaving her despite not being alone still tugged at your conscience, but the clock was relentless, and you could already feel the weight of your next responsibility pressing down on you.
Haesoo waved her hands in front of her, "No need to apologizes," she reassured you, her understanding nature shining through like sunlight breaking through clouds. "I completely get it. You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do. Besides, you helped me so much,” She returned her focus to the bouquet, her fingers dancing among the petals as she arranged them with care. "Just make sure you take a moment to breathe, okay? You’re doing so much already."
You appreciated her kindness, but the urgency of your situation loomed large. "Thanks, Haesoo. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Maybe I can come in early tomorrow to help open?" You offered, hoping to ease the guilt that gnawed at you.
"That sounds perfect," she replied her voice laced with gratitude. "Just don’t overwork yourself. You need to take care of you too."
With a pep in your step, you felt a spark of giddiness in your chest, "I will! I’ll see you tomorrow!" You called over your shoulder as you rushed toward the door.
Haesoo's gaze lingered at where you had just disappeared, an unexpected wave of loneliness crashing over her like a sudden storm. It felt as though a piece had been whisked away, leaving behind a hollow ache. Like she had forgotten something a long time ago and wanted to see it once more, and she found herself closing her eyes, lost in contemplation. What was this strange sensation that had crept in so swiftly? Just moments ago, she had felt perfectly content, completely fine a second ago.
"I will try my best," you had said, your smile bright.
In that instant, Haesoo's heart raced, a wild drumbeat that seemed to drown out the world around her. She opened her eyes, her palms instinctively pressing against her chest as if to steady the tumult within. Confusion swirled in her mind; why did the mere thought of you send her spiraling into a dizzying mix of emotions?
"Unnie! We have customers!" Jeong's voice cut her thoughts.
"C-Coming!.." Haesoo called out softly, she looked down at her hands, remembering your warmed hands that touched hers. She remembered they were stained with green from the flowers, your fingers and knuckles having small cuts and scabs, and the smell of blue gum lingering on your hands. A small pout fell on her lips;
She wished she could've talked more with you.
To be continued…
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The story is far from over, but I want to know you’re guys’ thought so far,
Beom Tae is definitely gonna make an appearance if I kept going
(I have the rest of the story saved somewhere else hehe).
Lmk if you like it and all,
I know ya’ll want Beom Tae,
but I didn’t want to continue if ya’ll aren’t interested😩🫶
this might be not everyone’s cup of tea since it’s mostly reader simping over na hae (mc)
but, if you guys really want i GUESS i can make beom tae x reader w smut maybe 😒🥱
pls PLS lmk what you guys think in the comments 🫶
kind of shitty to be honest since the next word I kept typing was coming out of my ass
additional tags: gn reader, reader does call themselves “girl” once, reader being a bisexual icon, how could you not fall for this fine mama cause GYYATT DAYUM, na hae soo x reader x beom tae ha, reader simping over na hae, reader is in mid 20s, sesbian lex???, reader with a milf/dilf complex
incorrect grammar and misspelling ahead
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It was nearly midnight when the shrill ringtone of your phone jolted you awake. Blinking against the darkness, you fumbled for your device, the screen's harsh light making you squint. The name that flashed across the display sent a jolt of adrenaline through you: Na Hae Soo. In an instant, you shot upright, heart pounding as surged of mostly nervousness and excitement, your blood rushing to your head.
This was the first time Haesoo called you first. Your hands shook as you answered, breathless, “...hello?” Your voice came out hoarse, prompting you to clear your throat, but before you could speak again, a shaky voice broke through the line.
“(L/N)... I-I... need you *hic*,” Haesoo's words were laced with distress, and you could hear the tremor in her voice, hinting at tears. A wave of concern washed over you—was she in trouble? Had her husband hurt her? “Is everything okay? Are you hurt? Where are you? Are you at home? I’m coming to get you!” you blurted out, kicking off the covers and reflexively putting on your slippers.
You stumbled around your room, colliding with furniture and nearly tripping over the chaos strewn about. Catching yourself against the wall, you flicked on the light, urgency propelling you forward. “Just wait for me, okay, Na Hae!” you shouted as you dashed out, grabbing your keys from the counter.
Pulling the phone away, you realize she had hung up. Panic flooded your body as you burst through the door, the chill of the night air prickling your skin. You raced down the stairs, nearly losing your footing, and slammed into your car. With a quick flick, you unlocked it and started the engine, ignoring the seatbelt as you sped out of the parking lot, foot pressing hard on the gas, heart racing with every second that passed.
*Several Months Ago*
You finally finished doing pick up orders, your knees protesting as you bent down to ease the strain from standing too long. Glancing around you spotted Jeong sweeping the floor, you called out to her, "Could you take this out to the front for me once you're done?" Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the table brimming with bouquets. "You finished that quickly! It hasn't been long at all! Thank you, Unnie!" She exclaimed, her joy palpable, mostly because it meant she was spared from the heavy lifting that you had just tackled.
"Yeah yeah, no problem," you replied, you wiped your green-stained hands on your apron and let out a weary sigh, contemplating a much-deserved lunch break.
But just as you began to relax, a loud voice pierced the air, "¿Dónde está la perra que estaba coqueteando con mi novio?!” (“ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᶠˡᶦʳᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ!”)
Ooor not.
You and Jeong exchanged alarmed glances, the malice in the voice unmistakable despite the foreign language. Your shoulders slumped in resignation. "I'll go check it out," you said, steeling yourself for the confrontation ahead.
"Estas flores... ¿quién se las dio a mi novio?!" the voice continued, sharp and accusatory. ("ᵀʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ—ʷʰᵒ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ!?")
"Um- ma'am please, I-" You heard Haesoo's voice trembled, laced with fear.
"¡Fuiste tú quien le dio esto a mi novio, puta!" the woman shouted, her fury palpable. ("ᵂᵃˢ ᶦᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒʳᵉ!")
Your heart raced as you quickened your steps, rounding a corner to find a woman violently waving a bouquet, petals scattering like confetti in a storm, while Hae-soo stood with her head bowed, clearly shaken. Without hesitation, you moved closer, wrapping one arm around Haesoo's shoulder and taking her trembling cold hands in yours, offering her a sense of safety. Haesoo snapped her head up in surprise at your presence, but the warmth of your embrace enveloped her, and for a moment, she felt shielded from the chaos surrounding them.
You pulled her in close, your voice low and soothing, "¿Cómo podemos ayudarle?" ("ᴴᵒʷ ᶜᵃⁿ ʷᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ?") A gentle smile graced your lips as the woman turned her attention to you, her thrashing seemingly to subside, "Quiero enfrentar a la zorra que le envió estas flores a mi novio; ¡al parecer estaba coqueteando con él!" Her voice escalated with each word, and you could see Haesoo ever so slightly trembling beside you, yet your warm grip around her hands remained steady and reassuring. ("ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏᵃⁿᵏ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ; ᵃᵖᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˡʸ, ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶠˡᶦʳᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᶦᵐ!")
"Lo siento, pero no vendemos ese tipo de flores-" ("ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵗʸᵖᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ-" ) you were interrupted.
"¡NO! ¡Esta es una florería donde mi novio las compró! ¡¿Dónde está la zorra que le dio esto a mi novio?!" Her words dripped with venom, and you felt your eyebrow twitch, but you maintained your calm demeanor, the smile still plastered on your face. ("ᴺᴼ! ᵀʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ ˢʰᵒᵖ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶦᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ! ᴺᵒʷ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏᵃⁿᵏ ʷʰᵒ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ!!")
"Lamentablemente señora, no sabemos quién le vendió esas flores a su novio, ¿tiene usted un recibo” ("ᵁⁿᶠᵒʳᵗᵘⁿᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᵐᵃ'ᵃᵐ, ʷᵉ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵒˡᵈ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ, ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ʳᵉᶜᵉᶦᵖᵗ?")
"Por qué demonios-" ("ᵂʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡˡ-")
""Si no lo haces, entonces debo pedirte que te vayas."(“ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ, ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵃˢᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ.")
Her indignation was palpable as she raised the arm clutching the flowers, and you braced yourself, is this chick gonna do what you think she's gonna do. With a swift motion, she swung her arm down, aiming to strike you with the sharp thorns. Instinctively, you released Hae-soo's hand and seized the woman's wrist with a firm grip.
"Por favor, vete ahora." ("ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ, ⁿᵒʷ.")Your eyes narrowed into slits, trying to channel the intensity of a movie villain, you think it worked cause she seemed like she was gonna shit her pants; she struggled in your grasp, shaking you off, the flowers tumbling from her grasp. Taking a few steps back, she muttered under her breath, "Perra loca...." Stomping off as the door's bells jingled in her wake, you stuck out your tongue, retorting, "You're the crazy puta.” ( “ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ”) You scoffed. (“ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ...”)
How infuriating.
"Um..." a soft, hesitant voice broke the silence beside you, drawing your attention to Haesoo, who remained nestled in your embrace. Her face was mere inches from yours, and while she appeared to look much more at ease, she was still shaken.
Ah, maybe cause you were squeezing her tight against you to the point her chest was squishing against yours creating an overwhelming closeness. The warmth of her body was pressed against yours was almost overwhelming. Her wide, expressive eyes seemed to drift into a distant haze, while her delicate lips formed a subtle frown that tugged at your heart.
Jesus fucking christ her boobs are just so-
What the hell am I thinking!
You lifted your hands up in the air like her body burned your skin, "I'm so sorry!!" your cheeks flushing a deep crimson as you averted your gaze, feeling as though you had stumbled upon something you weren’t meant to witness, "I didn't mean to touch you without your consent; it's just that I was worried that lady was gonna-"
"No! It’s not that, it’s just..." Her voice cut through your flustered ramble and as you lowered your hands, you turned your head to meet her gaze. To your surprise, she appeared more bashful than upset, her head bowed in a gesture of humility. "I’m sorry for not being any help," she murmured, her tone soft and laden with sincerity. You gasped hard, feeling your soul left your body, "Oh my goodness! Please raise your head! There's no need to apologize something when you did nothing wrong!" You were more embarrassed that an older women, like her, was bowing to someone younger, like you.
"I should be thanking you and I'm sorry you had to deal with a person like that, conflict is one of the most difficult situations we face because it thrusts us out of our comfort zone, don't feel the need to apologize so please raise your head Haesoo," you urged, your heart swelling with empathy for her.
She raised her gaze to meet yours, and as your words washed over her, a sense of calm enveloped her. The tension in her shoulders eased, and the frown that had etched itself on her lips began to fade. Her hands came together in front of her, fingers nervously intertwining as she spoke, "Thank you for your help. If there's any way I can repay you, please let me know." There was a shyness in her demeanor, a timidity that hinted at the weight of her thoughts, as if she were perpetually lost in her own world.
Yet, the sudden outburst from a customer jolted her back to reality, the harshness of the shouting ringing in her ears, though the words were lost on her. She struggled to appease the irate woman, but nothing seemed to work, and soon tears pricked at her eyes while her hands trembled uncontrollably. A wave of helplessness washed over her; she didn't know what to do, she needed to do something to fix this but what? What could she do, she can't even fix her relationship how can she do this. The air thickened around her, her vision blurred, and her mind spiraled with despair—she can't, she can't fix this.
But then, the warmth of your hands enveloped hers, and your presence shattered the oppressive atmosphere that had weighed so heavily on her. The burdens that had felt suffocating began to lift, and as she watched you effortlessly converse with the lady in a language with ease, a flicker of hope ignited within her. Your eyes met hers, and a reassuring smile broke through the tension;
Everything is gonna be okay.
Is what your smile said.
Haeso felt...
She felt protected, she felt safe. Even though it was such a simple touch on the shoulder and on her trembling hands, she just melted into you. Those small gestures, so seemingly insignificant—transforming her anxiety into a comforting warmth—meant everything at that moment.
You shook you head, a playful grin spreading across your face. "There's no need, anyone sensible would do that for someone in your position," you admitted, a sudden wave of shyness washing over you as you absentmindedly scratched the back of your neck. "And if you ever need someone to give those pesky customers a good scare, just say the word—I'm totally your girl," you added with a cheeky wink, feeling your cheeks start to burn.
Ah, I’m so cringe.
Despite the countless hours spent in the same space, you had never really engaged in a meaningful conversation with Haesoo. You had always assumed she preferred her solitude or the chatting with Jeong, which often consisted of the young girl doing most of the talking while Haesoo listened quietly.
Yet, as you looked into her eyes, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye. As cliche as it sounds.
Haesoo had an air of mystery about her, a quiet strength that intrigued you.
Your eyes glazed over at her, as you wonder what she was like outside of work.
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The days you saw Haesoo you greeted her and when there was downtime you made light conversations that never ventured too deep, careful not to probe too much into her life, as her responses often carried a hint of hesitation. It was as if she wore a veil over her thoughts, keeping herself at a distance, and you respected that unspoken boundary.
"I finished up over here with the pre-orders, need a hand with yours?" You glanced over at Haesoo, who paused momentarily to look at your end of the table, every flower prepped and wrapped up neatly, "You really are fast," she awes before looking back at the remaining flowers that haven’t been finished, shrugging you took the untouched blooms from her side and began to arrange them, "I majored in art back in college, cause I thought I wanted to do something with that. I was wanted to find something that would help me be able to express myself back then. So the alluring of colors, shapes, and the stories they could tell captivated me. I wanted to share my vision with others and I thought I was convinced that this would be my passion, but that didn't really happen in the end."
Jeez college seemed like forever ago.
Haesoo listened carefully, her ears perking up, "You want to become an artist?" She folded the cellophane wrap on the table, glancing at the flowers you had completed. "Hmm, I did. But now I'm not sure what I want to do," you admitted, grabbing the back of your neck and titled your head to the side, feeling satisfied after hearing a pop.
"Now, I'm unsure of my future, I feel a little lost so I don't know what I want to do right now, kind of losing hope to be honest," you joked at the end, but it held some truth, Haesoo fell silent, which made you wondered if you overshared-
"Don't worry about the future; you should enjoy the present while you're young," she finally said
Haesoo pauses for a minute, "But, I hope you can create the future you want as well," she added, her gaze drifting into the distance, as if she was thinking something more about than she had said. Her eyes always look like they have something yearning, that’s what you thought anyway.
"I will try my best," you replied, giving her a cheeky smile as you nodded in agreement, but after that, a comfortable silence enveloped you both, leaving the air thick with unspoken thoughts.
You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, a sense of urgency washing over you as you sprang to your feet, "I have to get going," you exclaimed, hastily wiping your hands on your apron for the umpteenth time, but the faint of green stained your fingers still. Haesoo looked up, unexpected at your sudden leaving, "You have a short shift?" Haesoo looked up from her work, surprise flickering across her face at your abrupt departure. "Do you have a short shift today?" she inquired, her hands deftly adding the final touches to a vibrant bouquet.
You nodded, removing your apron and balled it up half hazardly, "Yeah, I have another job and my boss isn't very lenient about the schedule, so I have to be there on time whenever he calls for me." You lowered your gaze, a hint of regret creeping into your voice. "I’m really sorry I can’t stick around to help you finish up." The thought of leaving her despite not being alone still tugged at your conscience, but the clock was relentless, and you could already feel the weight of your next responsibility pressing down on you.
Haesoo waved her hands in front of her, "No need to apologizes," she reassured you, her understanding nature shining through like sunlight breaking through clouds. "I completely get it. You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do. Besides, you helped me so much,” She returned her focus to the bouquet, her fingers dancing among the petals as she arranged them with care. "Just make sure you take a moment to breathe, okay? You’re doing so much already."
You appreciated her kindness, but the urgency of your situation loomed large. "Thanks, Haesoo. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Maybe I can come in early tomorrow to help open?" You offered, hoping to ease the guilt that gnawed at you.
"That sounds perfect," she replied her voice laced with gratitude. "Just don’t overwork yourself. You need to take care of you too."
With a pep in your step, you felt a spark of giddiness in your chest, "I will! I’ll see you tomorrow!" You called over your shoulder as you rushed toward the door.
Haesoo's gaze lingered at where you had just disappeared, an unexpected wave of loneliness crashing over her like a sudden storm. It felt as though a piece had been whisked away, leaving behind a hollow ache. Like she had forgotten something a long time ago and wanted to see it once more, and she found herself closing her eyes, lost in contemplation. What was this strange sensation that had crept in so swiftly? Just moments ago, she had felt perfectly content, completely fine a second ago.
"I will try my best," you had said, your smile bright.
In that instant, Haesoo's heart raced, a wild drumbeat that seemed to drown out the world around her. She opened her eyes, her palms instinctively pressing against her chest as if to steady the tumult within. Confusion swirled in her mind; why did the mere thought of you send her spiraling into a dizzying mix of emotions?
"Unnie! We have customers!" Jeong's voice cut her thoughts.
"C-Coming!.." Haesoo called out softly, she looked down at her hands, remembering your warmed hands that touched hers. She remembered they were stained with green from the flowers, your fingers and knuckles having small cuts and scabs, and the smell of blue gum lingering on your hands. A small pout fell on her lips;
She wished she could've talked more with you.
To be continued…
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The story is far from over, but I want to know you’re guys’ thought so far,
Beom Tae is definitely gonna make an appearance if I kept going
(I have the rest of the story saved somewhere else hehe).
Lmk if you like it and all,
I know ya’ll want Beom Tae,
but I didn’t want to continue if ya’ll aren’t interested😩🫶
“Mama! Mama! Please, don’t go!" Your voice trembled with desperation as you clung onto your mother's shirt, tears streaming down your face. But her expression remained cold and unmoving, her feet dragging forward, disregarding your pleas. "Please, Mama, don't leave! I'm sorry! Don't go, Mama! I love you!" It was as if she couldn't hear your words, and your throat ached from the strain of trying to convince her to stay.
Her hand forcefully pushed you away, causing you to fall onto the ground. As you looked up, her eyes met yours, the same eyes that mirrored your own. You were about to reach out and cling onto her again, but then she uttered those words that shattered your heart. "You have ruined everything. Why did I give birth to a monster like you?" A monster. She believed you were a monster. A lump formed in your throat, paralyzing you in place as your mother turned her back on you, never once looking back.
You knew deep down that you were to blame, that it was your fault for saying anything. You hurt her. Your small hands instinctively covered your mouth, muffling the choked sobs and whimpers that escaped. In that moment, you promised to yourself - you would never speak again, so as to never hurt anyone ever again.
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You opened your eyes seeing your feet putting one foot in front of the other, “It’s a bit surprising getting a transfer student this late into the term. But as long as you’re comfortable with it I guess the headmaster doesn’t mind.” Your eyes shifted up to see the back of your new teacher, his hands stuffed into his pants carrying the roll call book under one of his arm.
The sound of his monotone voice and both of your footsteps echoed in the halls of the Ouran Academy.
“I do hope you’ll find yourself to like it here. The students here are as you know from prestigious and wealthy families. You’re living with your grandparents, right? What do they do for a living?” Not hearing a response from you, which he didn’t seem to care for or press you on about.
You turned you head to the rows of windows that let in the glowing light of the sun you had to squint in order not to blind yourself, seeing the gardens and fountains decorating the massive courtyard. You couldn’t even see the front entrance gate from how big this school is. You looked over to the clock tower, it was as high as the white birds were flying, was everything at this school an aesthetic?
The footsteps in front of you stopped, “We’re here.” Your teacher said, you had to arch your neck to get an overlook of the grand double doors your teacher must’ve senses your uneasiness continuing to say, “Don’t worry about anything, just enjoy yourself.” Trying to keep his advice in mind, he reaches out to pull on the golden handles when the doors cracked open, you could hear the chatter of the students.
You felt your chest tightened placing a hand over your heart to prevent it from beating out of your rib cage. You looked back down at your polished shoes watching them move on their own again and your body followed, “Alright everyone, take your seats,” you could hear the shuffling of footsteps and chairs scraping against the marble floor, “Starting today we have a new student joining Class 1-A, she just moved from America so please be kind and help her out. Go head and introduce yourself,” the low whispers filled your ears even though it was quite than before, you felt their voices were next to your ear hearing each individual distinctly.
Taking a deep breath you tilted your head up to see the bright yellow frilly dress of daisies and the blue sea of suits with the each one having a face. You scanned around the classroom so fast everything felt like a blur. You swallowed your spit clasping your sweaty palms together you felt like yours hands were going to slip off each other’s grip. Your beating heart ran and thumped overtaking the whispers that were yelling, you felt like they were going to hear it from how loud it was.
Feeling you face going hot and red, your nails digging the back of your palms you couldn't help but feel embraced at the multiple eyes staring at you, waiting.
You were afraid if you looked down you’ll see your heart trying to escape from your chest. It wasn’t until your eyes landed on a pair; with their size and the warm hues of honey and chocolate, the eyes were impossible to ignore. It seemed to sparkle in the light creating a memorizing effect, holding so much depth and warmth, it drew you in. You had to blink to snap back into reality, taking another deep breath and looking into their awaiting eyes caused a relaxant that kept your heart contained.
Oh right! Introduce yourself! You opened your mouth only to quickly close them again you turned around, grabbing a piece of chalk you raised your hand, as soon as you placed the tip of chalk onto the board you saw the access fall, like light pieces of snow falling. Shakily, you dragged your hand down:
You shuffled back around, bowing your head low still too embraced to look up. Once again facing your shoes, you could see your reflection of your face from how polished the floor is, you looked as though you had ran a marathon, flushed cheeks and sweat falling down the sides of your temple. You can hear the delayed claps of the students in the classroom, you stood straight back up almost giving yourself whiplash, although your eyes still stayed glued to the floor.
A hum came from your teacher, he sounded as though we was amused, “Please take the empty in the back, Miss. (L/N),” his voice was flat, but still clapped his hands almost trying to congratulate you giving yourself some pride.
Shifting your eyes quickly, you caught an empty desk in the back scrambling your way past the many student ignoring the staring looks that you could feel burning on your back. You almost bumped into your desk trying to a take a seat, you looked at your hands that were tightly gripped together in your lap, relaxing them you saw the reminisce of the chalk on your fingers you felt some of the pressure lifted off your shoulders as they lax still keeping your head down.
You closed your eyes, darkness filled your vision.
You really hope... that you didn't leave a terrible impression? You gave it your all, and that's all that counts, isn't it?
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As the bell ring, you slowly spend your eyes and lifted your head, was class over already? You didn’t fall asleep, did you? You saw students raising from their desk, going over to their friends as the chatter filled the room.
You blinked multiple times to realize that you literally just missed your first lesson, “Hey! You’re (Y/N), right?” The call of your name made you jump in your seat, that was your name, were they talking to you? Who was? Why did they call your name? You looked around frantically, seeing a bunch of girls in their fluffy dress frolicking over to you, you gasped. They’re heading over to you!? Excited smiles plastered on their faces, “You’re from America right!”
“What’s it like!”
“Which state are you from!”
“Have you been to New York!”
“Or Paris! Europe! Oh my!”
“What do your parents do!”
“Do you want to have tea with us?”
“How about lunch?”
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You stayed silent as the bombard you with questions, you look at each of their faces, looking at you with a waiting response.
You felt a wave of discomfort and silence settled in as you struggled to find your words overwhelmed by the sudden attention, breathing through your nose finally summoning all your courage your fingers scrunched up your own clothes, your gaze intensified, you opened your mouth, “Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y..” you trembled in your seat as you tried to flick your tongue to say what you wanted.
The girls were taken back by your response, stepping back with surprise, “U-uh, you know what! Maybe next time? Sorry for bothering you!” One of the girls awkwardly chuckled, the others nodded in agreement giving you a wave, they hurriedly distanced themselves. You jumped at their sudden reaction to stray from you, reaching a hand out to stop them but all have left the classroom.
The sound of one of them calling you scary under their breath lingered in the air, leaving you feeling a mix of confusion and disappointment you let your outstretched hand fall back to your side.
Your lips stretched out in a thin line, and as you sat back down a heavy feeling weighed down on your chest. So much for giving a first good impression.
"Oh my, did you see that Kaoru?"
"I sure did Hikaru."
"Seems like this little bird couldn't get along with the others in the nest."
"She must feel like the little runt."
"What a shame," hearing both voices overlap made you look up, facing a pair of twins standing in front of you, one of them was laying their elbow on the other shoulder whose hand was on his own hip, both looking down at you.
What disturbed you was their devilish smirk that you know had no good intentions, which didn't mean that they didn't have bad intentions (it doesn't mean it was good either).
You blinked owlishly at them, did they essentially call you a loser. Your lips turned down giving them a furrowed expression they seemed to smile more.
"Uh-oh did we touch a nerve, Little Dove?" The one on the right commented.
"Should we touch have touched something else?" The one on the left added.
You winced at that, partially disturbed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, we forget to introduce ourselves. We're the Hitachiin Twins."
"Hikaru," you looked at the boy to the right.
"And Kaoru," then to the boy on the left.
Moving and talking in sync they leaned in closer to your desk making you reclined back into your chair. You were just honestly shocked that not one, but two people walked up and chose to talk to you of their own free will.
"We're sorry, Little Dove,"
"We didn't mean to tease you,"
"You just looked so cute, we couldn't help ourselves." They spoke in a sultry voice:
"Can you.."
"Forgive me.."
It was as if they could read each other's minds, completing each other's sentences effortlessly. Growing up together from birth, they had developed an uncanny ability to understand each other's thoughts, almost word for word.
They stared at you with far off looks and parted lips, this felt... a bit intimate. You gave each of them long stares then looked down at your lap, deep breaths. In..and out..
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"...I..under..st..st..and.." You breathed out, like you were confessing something, their looks wasn't just for show, this was a test.
A test to see if you can you understand that you are talking to Hiakru and Kaoru, not just one person, not interchangeable or indistinguishable from each other. But two individuals with their own personalities, thoughts, feelings, and motivations just cause they’re twins doesn't mean they are the exact same person, they're also brothers.
They said 'Forgive me' not 'us'. They wanted you to acknowledge that each one is apologizing for their own actions. They are not deflecting blame or trying to shift responsibility onto each other. Instead, they are demonstrating their sincerity and commitment to making amends for any harm they may have caused.
By recognizing and respecting the distinct identities of Hikaru and Kaoru, it's a reminder that each person is a complex and multifaceted individual, deserving of understanding and empathy in their own right.
They wanted you to know, Hikaru is apologizing and Kaoru is apologizing.
You nodded at your own conclusion before looking up at them.
Their eyes were blown wide, your cheeks started to burn, did you say the wrong thing? Was this not actually not a test! You definitely were overthinking about this their words had no meaning, right?
You stood up from your chair the wooden legs scraped against the floor, causing a few students to glance in your direction. To avoid the mounting pressure, you took the same page as the girls who approached you earlier and you made your way out of the classroom. The sound of your shoes clicking in the hallway echoed, feeling the steam coming off your head you covered your face.
Why did you have to say that to them, you understand what? You literally just met them, they probably gave you those looks cause they were confused. You don't know them and you don't understand anything about them; is absolutely what they were thinking.
Maybe it's best if you don't talk to those brothers again.
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You managed to calm down, feeling that your face wasn't burning your palms anymore.
But, you felt very conflicted to go back to the classroom not ready to face any one else.
Placing a hand on your chest, you looked down at your feet.
"You’re living with your grandparents, right? What do they do for a living?"
Living with your retired grandparents has been a refuge for you, a sanctuary from the chaos of your family life (mentally and physically) back at home.
Their opulent lifestyle and grand mansion provide more than you could’ve ever asked for. When your grandmother suggested that you live with them for the rest of your high school years, you eagerly accepted. Not to mention, your grandfather was oh so ever very estatic about it.
But deep down, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the expectations that came with attending such a prestigious academy.
Grateful for the opportunities it presented, you doubted your own abilities and wondered if you were truly deserving of this chance. However, you managed to pass the entrance exam with flying colors, proving to yourself and others that you were capable.
Despite the challenges you have faced and the lingering fear that still resides within you, living with your grandparents has allowed you to finally breathe, even if just for a moment.
"Ne! Are you okay?❀"
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You popped your eyes open to be face to face with...a stuffed bunny?
The bunny was lowered, and the person who held the stuffed animal was prominently shorter than you, "Usa-chan noticed that you looked sad and wanted to know if you were okay! Maybe something sweet will help!❀" The blonde boy said with innocent eyes and a warm smile.
You then noticed his acquaintance, a taller boy with striking dark grey eyes.
"❀Actually, I never see you here before? Are you new? Are you a first-year? Second? What's your name? Do you like cake? What's your favorite type of cake? Oh! I know! You should have some cake with us! Cake can solve anybody's problem!❀" You can see the flowers that bounced around him.
You felt steam coming from your head from the over load of questions, his smile was very bright and cheery especially towards you, a random student who he never met before.
His chattering stopped when you pointed a finger at him, curious eyes stared before he pointed at himself, "Me? Who am I? You can call my Honey! I'm a third year!❀" The boy, Honey--Honey-senpai saunters over to the taller male and clung onto his leg, "This is Takashi! But you can call him Mori, we're in the same class ❀," Honey giggles jovially.
Oh wow, you're meeting some of your Senpais on your first day, you looked down at the bunny in Honey's hand and pointed, "Oh? Heh!❀ This is Usa-chan! Do you like bunnies, he really likes you!❀” The exaggerated flower gesture was overwhelming, as Honey's positivity radiated.
He tugged on your dress, “Ne ne! Guess what, I really like you too! Let’s be friends! Okay!❀” The rapid transition from strangers to friends in under 5 minutes left you stunned.
You didn’t realize how you looked until Honey started to frown big bubbly tears forming in the corners of his eyes, “Do-Do you not wanna be friends with us?” His lips quivered, from his perspective, you seemed utterly devastated, your eyes vacant and wide, giving off an unintentional glare. Huh?! Your eyes widen like saucers, you shook your head, tears fell down his face, “No? Whaa!!” A throaty gasp escaped from you when Honey jumped onto Mori, “She doesn’t wanna be friends with us! Whaa!!” You tried shaking your head even more! That’s not it!! Where did he even come up with that assumption!!
From Mori’s point of view, he absolutely understood what you were trying to say, he was about to intervene when you got to it before him, “N…no!..” Honey’s cries stopped, looking at your form from Mori’s shoulder, while you were facing the ground, your face flushed from your sudden courage of your small outburst.
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Okay, deep breath in, clasping your hands over your chest, you took a breath out:
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“I..I…do...”
‘I do want to be friends’ Is what you wanted to say.
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You could hear your own heart beating in your chest, the silence in the air could be cut with a knife. Did you say too much?! Or was it the wrong thing to say!?
Your thoughts were cut off by arms wrapping around you, Honey’s laughter echoed in the halls “Yayy!! Takashi, did you hear that! She said she’ll be our friend!❀” Once again, flowers surrounded him.
He gave you a tight squeeze before spinning himself around, throwing Usa-Chan in the air whil laughing gleefully. His infectious laughter prompted a small smile from you, and you glanced at Mori who had a tender expression in his eyes as he watched Homey. It was evident that these two shared a deep bond, apparent to anyone who observed them. Mori's gaze shifted to you, surprised that you had been caught, and you quickly bowed your body while maintaining eye contact, afraid that you had upset him and avoiding his gaze would imply running away. Mori simply nodded at you, without a glare or any facial expression. It was a gentle nod, his own way of expressing gratitude: thank you.
"Mitsukuni," he uttered softly, his voice resonating in your chest and sending a chill down your spine. It seemed like he called out just as lunch was ending, aware that Honey could chat endlessly. The sound of his voice was so gentle and soothing.
“Oh! Class is about to start! Ne ne! Come visit us at the Host Club so we can have cake together, okay! ❀” Honey once again looked up at you with his own name colored eyes, you nodded.
Satisfied with your answer, they made their way down the hall as Honey waved back at you with Usa-chan in his waving hand, the bunny being frolicked in the air, “Bye-bye! Haha! ❀” you bowed once more before waving back.
Well, that was eventful. You turned a different way to head back to your class.
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If you could find it that is! You thought you were going the right way, but you might just have gone further from where you had the conversation with Honey.
Your body trembled, it’s like being lost from your mom at the supermarket. Students passed by you in the halls and none of them looked familiar, not that it would help you since you were looking at your feet the whole time while trying to introduce yourself in your classroom.
“Excuse me, are you new. I’ve never seen someone like you around here.” A savior!? You turned you had at the sound of the voice. Behind you stood a guy with black hair and glasses, a book in his hand staring at you with his very dark colored eyes. He seemed studious, “Are you first year perhaps?” He adjusted his glasses, you nodded. He was quiet after that. Clasping your hand together, you stood straight looking right back at him.
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Was this a staring contest? You’re not sure who even lost since the light reflected off his glass constricting your views from his eyes, “I see,” he startled you from your daze. Although, his voice was very tranquil and nice to hear.
“This is the second-year building. It seems like you haven’t gotten used to halls yet?” He looks around, well this is your first day, “Is this your first day?” A small breathy gasp came from you, shocked at his possible mind-reading abilities. You nodded despite him possibly knowing the question, “What class are you in? 1-A?” Your eyes shined as you bobbed your head vigorously.
You thought he was your savior until he gave your directions that you could not follow, “..then to your right should be your class. Well then, goodluck,” he turned around, you let out a sharp gasp reaching a hand out for, feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes.
Kyoya felt a small tug on the hem of his shirt, turning his head to see your big eyes filled with tears as you sniffled. He let out a low breathy ‘heh’, pushing up his classes he turned his body towards you, “Very well then, I guess I can guide you towards your classroom,” yours eyes shinned, he went pass you, “Come on or else we’ll both be late,” you trailed after him like a lost puppy.
Walking side by side, you looked at him in the corner of your eye, he acted very mature maybe he’s a second or third year? Or maybe it’s the glasses that made him mature.
You better get his name before you start calling your possible Senpai, four-eyes in your head. You smacked your lips together, your chest raises from the breath you took before deflating.
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“…w-”
“My name’s Kyoya Otori, I’m a second year,” he gave you a dazzling smile.
“!!” You jumped that he answered before you could question him. Although, that smile doesn’t reach Kyoya’s eyes, you pursed your lips.
Passing by a couple of girls, you heard them whisper under their breath:
“Is that Kyoya-senpai! He’s so handsome and cool!”
“Right! He’s soooo charming!”
The girls giggled:
“Who’s that next to him?”
“I never seen her before,”
“Ooo, I wish I was walking next to him, I’m so jealous!”
You sweat dropped, if those girl rather be the lost ones with a creepy mind reading Senpai and go right ahead.
It was quiet for the rest of the way towards your class while you looked down. You hope he didn’t feel force taking you to your class? Did he only have to cause he’s your Senpai?! What if he was busy before you started bothering him!! Now he won’t have time! Cause you interrupted him!
“We’re here,” you looked up, Kyoya was staring right ahead towards the doors that had “1-A” hanging off the top of the doorframe, your anxiety has gone down seeing your homeroom doors open.
Kyoya looked over to see you bowing repeatedly, a thank you and sorry.
“Oh it was no problem at all, I learned a lot of interesting things about you,” he gave you another smile that you didn’t believe.
You titled your head, you two didn’t converse at all that allowed him to learn much about you. So what did he mean by interesting? You had a feeling that he wasn’t going to spill
“Kyoya-senpai?” Someone approached you two, you looked over only to be pulled in. It was as if the captivating power of those brown eyes from before had the ability to see into the depths of your soul, leaving you vulnerable and unable to look away. Like liquid gold and rich cocoa, the eyes radiated a warmth that was both comforting and enticing.
You had to blink to stop the spellbound placed over you, “Oh, Haruhi, I just came here to drop someone off, I won’t be here for long,” he gestured over to you, “The new girl got herself lost it seems,”
“Wow, Kyoya-senpai you’re actually willing to help someone with out wanting a favor to return,”
“Oh, I just haven’t decided what I wanted to ask for return. Don’t over-estimate me.”
A deflated sigh, “Oh of course,” they sounded defeated.
“Well, I’ll be on my way then,” Just as Kyoya was walking off, he paused turning his chin over his shoulder, “It was nice meeting you, see you later,” a sly smirked that reached his eyes which were drilling holes into you. You didn’t have enough time to comprehend that look and he was already waving his hand while walking away. As you stood there, trying to decipher the enigmatic expression on his face, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was a hidden message behind his farewell. It was a moment that would stay with you, haunting your thoughts and sparking curiosity about the mysterious Kyoya and the secrets he may be hiding.
‘…see you later,’
You hoped you don’t run into him again.
Side eyeing the person, their brown eyes match their short hair. “That couldn’t feel anymore dubious,” the person next to you sweat-dropped. They released a sigh, straightening their shoulder that were slumped, “I hope he didn’t say anything that would make feel bad,” they gave you a worried look which you missed as you were busy staring at your shoes before you could stare into their eyes again. You shook your head, “You’re name was (L/N)-san, right?”.
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You nodded.
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“Mine’s Haruhi Fujioka, I saw that the twins were talking to you earlier. I was afraid that they said something bad cause you ran out,”
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You twiddle your thumbs together, shifting your feet.
“…they didn’t say anything bad did they? I tried get them confess but they kept pleading not guilty.” Haruhi said dead-tone, sounding like they’ve been more than involved with the bothers shenanigans. (Which is couldn’t be said more)
The only bad thing they did was hurting your pride. Other than that they have yet done anything more, yet. You shook you head nimbly, crossing their arms Haruhi let out a relieved sigh, “That’s good, don’t be afraid to put your foot down when it comes to them, or let me know if they bother you too much. It may be just those two, but it’s more than anyone could handle, even for me.”
That’s awful kind of Haruhi, you guess that Haruhi is the nanny for those two or at least tries to get them under control enough that they don’t set something on fire.
You nodded once again, still facing down at your shoes.
Haruhi rubbed their head, feeling a mix of curiosity and concern, maybe the twins did say something and you were afraid that someone will find out and snitch on you. It made Haruhi wonder if there was more to your silence during the introduction on the chalkboard than just shyness.
Or…maybe you were really just that shy, Haruhi met multiple girls that were shy customers and it took a bit to for them to break out of their shells. Understanding that everyone had their own pace when it came to opening up, and they respected that.
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“I’ll see you inside, it was nice meeting you (L/N)-san,” Haruhi moved their feet.
Wha! Wait! You wanted to-! Ugh!
Take a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling to find your center.
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“Y..”
The footsteps stopped, you didn’t know why, but your felt like you had to thank Haruhi for some reason. Putting your hand over your chest, you felt you heart beating at a fast pace.
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“Y..You..”
Haruhi blinked, ‘Me?’
They turned their body fully towards you, giving you their full attention.
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“…You…You…”
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“Ah..s…”
‘Ah?’ Haruhi titled their head, trying make sense of your stuttering words.
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Grabbing a fist full of your dress, feeling your hands started clam, your eyes traveled up but only stopped at the center of Haruhi’s tie.
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“Yu-yu-yu-yu-yu-yu-yu-yu-yu,”
Haruhi was taken back, and you could feel the heat radiating from your face as you were embarrassed by your unsuccessful attempt to express yourself. Overwhelmed with shame, you hid your face in your face and hurriedly made your way past Haruhi, running towards your seat in the corner of the classroom.
Unable to articulate your thoughts, you covered your mouth while a sense of frustration and disappointment weighed heavily on your chest.
The frustration of not being able to articulate your thoughts gnawed at you, like a constant reminder of your own limitations.
Something that you wanted share with Haruhi but the words seemed to elude you, slipping through your fingers like sand.
It was as if your mind and mouth were engaged in a battle, with your thoughts racing ahead while your tongue stumbled and tripped over itself.
Small tears contained the disappointment and shame that threatened to spill out. You wished you could disappear, to fade into the background and become invisible. But the weight of your own self-doubt kept you rooted in your seat, unable to escape the suffocating atmosphere of your own thoughts.
The bell for class rang, a small relief knowing that no one will approach for the remainder of the day.
Trying to regain your composure, you glanced out the window, watching the elegant white doves soaring effortlessly through the sky. As the sense of frustration and disappointment remained, a heavy burden settled on your chest. It was a burden of your own perceived weakness, a constant reminder that once again, you had failed to express yourself in the way you had hoped.
Becoming Teikō’s basketball manager your last year of middle school made you doubt yourself, but the team made you think otherwise
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Shoving your phone into your pocket after choosing your desired song, you pushed the cart of basketballs onto the court. It was currently 7:05 am, the time where everyone starts coming for morning practice and being one of the managers you always come early before everyone else to start setting up.
You mouth yearned to open unhinging your jaw as you yawned, shrugging the tiredness off. It was your last year of middle school and you hadn’t join a club at all since you got into junior high. You had no motivation at all to do anything other than to get through the years without any distractions, but since you wanted to get experience before going to high school, you decided to join a club, but why the basketball club? Well, you heard from a friend that there were some pretty promising players that were a year younger than you. So you decided to check them out, and boy were they sweaty about it. You wanted to surround yourself with motivated and determined people thinking that it would rub off on you. It has not.
You slacked off in the beginning but got called out for it but with a bit of grumbling and pouting, you got off your lazy ass and started actually helping out, you know, like a manager should. You were the only senior manager there, so some of the managers from different gyms, which consisted of girls looked up to you. Saying that your “laziness” was actually pretty badass, mentioning your cool and blunt demeanor. You immediately told them that you were nothing like that, and that laziness isn't something to be proud of. Your exact words were, “Don’t do what I did, just do something that your future self will thank you for, and not be a lazy ass like me,” is what you said, and what you got in return were shining gazes.
“You’re amazing Senpai!”
“Whhaa Senpai you’re so cool!”
“Hey hey, can we walk home together!”
“I wanna get ice cream together!”
You looked down at them, you may look unamused to them, but your were actually bashful and embarrassed at their comments, you never received such praises so you felt pretty awkward hearing them.
“Stop fooling around you guys! Come on!” There was this one girl who wasn’t easily swayed like them, these girl stayed for the boys, while she stayed for the team. Satsuki Momoi was her name, she was a really cute junior and had a childhood friend that was the team too. Her hands were on her hips and lips formed into a pout, the girls immediately dispersed but not after saying a quick bye to you.
Momoi looked at the girls walking away then turned to look at you, her brows slightly furrowed, you immediately got the gist of it, she didn’t had to say anything, “yeah yeah stop lazying around, I know I know,” you reassured, as you waved your hands. She nods her head, “good, cause I know you actually have some hidden potential in there, that’s why I keep pushing you,” Momoi said, walking up to you.
She kept saying that to you, your hidden potential, you didn’t understand what she was talking about, she’s definitely overestimating you, but you just brushed it off every time.
Even though you doubted her, you still choose to work hard for the team, despite not getting to know any of them, you liked observing their playing, interesting how they approached, how they defend, or go for offense, writing down in your little notebook of all the plays so far.
Will they go left or right their habits, if they do more two-pointers or three-pointers and the percentage of them making it in, do they risk it or stay cautious. Where do they go when they’re in a tight spot, who they get along with more, do they team better with this person or the other. What combos they can form with new team ups? Keeping track of their habits, do they like ice in their water, making sure to have stock up on bandages for that green-haired, glasses guy’s fingers.
And soon, it just became part of your routine to do maintain the team, now you were one of those sweaty people, even having the habit of waking up at the dead of dawn.
Annnyyywaaaay, time to stop daydreaming, you yawned once more, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes. You lowered the basketball nets and grabbed the mob, zooming back and forth on the court, some of the guys have arrived and were either changing in the locker rooms or stretching, moving out of your way whenever you came over to mop.
Something pink moved in the corner of your eye, so you did a double take and saw Momoi entering the gym, and you assumed she was mouthing something towards since she was looking your way, you took off your pink headphones, resting them on your shoulders, “Mornin’ Momoi,” you said breathlessly, wiping the sweat off your forehead with your arm.
She waved towards you, that same bubbly smile of her lips, “Working early again?” There was some slyness in her voice, you huffed, an indifference look on your face made her giggle, “You’ve been working hard for awhile, it won’t be bad for anyone to praise you, you deserve it,” you rolled your eyes at her, shifting your gaze to the wood floor which practically shined your reflection, you can even see the white of your eyes.
“I’ve just been doin’ what a manager should, ain’t nothin’ special,” you mumbled, fiddling with the mop.
“And that’s exactly why you should use your talents to help you,” Momoi played with her hair, causing you to move your gaze towards the strands of her hair she twiddle between her fingers, did she straighten her hair?
“Hmmm,” talents? What does she mean by that exactly, you didn’t have talents, none at all.
“Well, if we’re talking about talents, how about your Momoi,” you looked into her eyes and she was staring right back, “You have great Intel gathering, it can be incredibly useful outside of sports. You can even work in the investigation field,” she would be amazing at intimidation, spouting all the info at the culprit, revealing single stone that could be hiding, no rock left unturned, or be a private investigator gathering everything she can about her target, or be like James Bond.
Momoi snort, “Those are things you see movies, I can’t be that scary,” whoops, did you say all that out loud, “but thanks for that,” she bashfully looks away, her cheeks turning red, you quirked a brow her, “What do you mean?” you shifted your foot, your legs had started to feel stiff from all the moving and standing, “Well, basketball has been my passion and I was afraid that no one would accept me cause I’m a girl and all, so I worked hard to prove others that they were wrong. And well… I love basketball, but I’m scared what happens once I can no longer be apart of it…” you listened to every word she had to say and it angered you knowing the stereotype of women not knowing anything cause it’s supposed to be a guy sport, well guess what, “fuck those people,” you said out loud.
Momoi looked taken back, not expecting your brash comment, but you had such a gentle expression, “Who cares about what others think Momoi, if you love it, you should do it. As long as you’re having fun, you can also become strong. Soon your strength can become and asset, then something you use utilize it for. And if you like basketball, don’t stop become a part of it, not like the damn sport is gonna go anywhere,” you huffed, you were getting a little worked up for something that shouldn’t even be a big deal.
You were about to apologize for ranting but you were met with a big smile from Momoi, like she was ready to pounce at any minute, her eyes were shimmering like she was a kid staring a a candy from a window display, “uhh what’s wrong Momoi?”
Before you could even react, Momoi jumped into your arms, letting out a short yelp of dismay, “I love you (L/n)-chan!!” Her arms wrapped around your torso, burying her head into your chest, and squeezing the life out of you, she may look small but boy does she have a strength of a gorilla.
“M-Momoi, I can’t breathe…” you wheeze, you can also feel the eyes of everyone around your from Momoi’s outburst, you felt your face getting hot from the attention. You just wanted to burrow in a hole and never come out, “Aweee, are you getting shy?” She looked up at you, giggling.
Not only was a cute girl hugging you, but the fact that others are pausing to look at the scene, you could hear whispers them asking of what was going on.
Nevermind about burrowing in a hole, you rather die just here and now.
Momoi finally let’s go of you, regaining back the oxygen in your lungs, “I’m gonna get change, before the coach yells at us,” she winks you before waving goodbye, you gave her a nod, the heat still creeping on your neck.
“Is something going between you and Momoi?” Captain Nijimura says out of nowhere, you jumped, turning around to face the tall male, who was currently stretching his arms but his curiosity brought him over here, “Ugghh! No, we just had a moment, that’s all nothing more or nothing less,” you try brushing it off.
“Just a moment?” You can hear the amusement in his voice, reminding the closeness you and Momoi were, you buried your face into the palms of your hands, “Agh, enough already!” Your voiced muffled but he can practically feel the embarrassment radiating from you, “Woah, you’re burning up like a furnace, you’re making the gym hot,” Nijimura teased you further, you could just see the sky smirk on his face right now.
He was quiet for a bit afterwards allowing you to regain the coolness back and a steady heart beat, “You know, you’ve been having a lot of moments with the other members,” his was calm and collected, he wasn’t joking and looking at his face convinced that he was serious. Like as if he wasn’t teasing you just 2 seconds ago. You quirk your head to the side, your brain trying to rummage through the memories of whenever you had interacted with the other guys. But no luck, you had no idea what he was talking about, but you racked up the conclusion, “But… I’ve only talked to you?” You weren’t sure what you said was a statement or a question, was he tricking you? When have you ever talked to anyone else. Nijimura’s eye twitch, he lightly hit the top your head with a closed hand, “No you haven’t, you literally talked to everyone on the 1st string,” you only blinked owlishly at him, “you know, remember that first time? When….”
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The sound of a whistle blew throughout the gym, “Alright! Break time! Go rest up!” You heard the coach say, that was your signal to hand out water bottles and towels, small ‘thank you’s and courtesy nod was given to you when you handed it to a group of sweaty and smelly boys. Your nose scrunched up at the B.O, having to hold your breath when they got within a 1 meter radius of you. You looked over at Momoi who was writing notes in her journal, “Hey, Momoi I’m gonna get some fresh air,” she looked up from what she was writing, tucking at strand of pink hair behind her ear, she smiles and nods at you, “Okay, I’ll take over from here,” you thanked her and speed walk out the door of the gym, instantly inhaling the fresh outside air, dramatically breathing in an out.
‘Fresh air!!’ You smiled, head titling up into the sky, absorbing the sun’s warmth, after staying in the cool A.C which made you feel cold all time, you had to start bringing a jacket so won’t freeze to death. You raised your arms high above your head and stood on the toes of your feet, giving your body a big stretch as you let out a soft groan.
*Meow*
You paused, your head turned over to the small noise, it came from the bush from across the gym, your heart thumped, not expecting to not have a surprised guest. Your chest jumped with joy, seeing a beautiful black cat emerge from the bush, meowing once more and towards you!! Like as if it was calling you!
You slowly made your way over, taking careful steps to not startle the feline, “Where did you come from, little cutie,” your voice was soft and gentle, warm as a mother’s voice, your received a meow in return. You stopped a couple of feet in front of it, squatting down and reach your hand out, using the oldest trick in the book, “Pspspspsps,” you rubbed the tips of your fingers together as the final touch. The cat immediately trotted towards you, slowly stopping in front of your hand, it’s nose twitching and sniffing you, then rubbing its cheek against your hand, your heart leaped with joy, ‘I AM THE CHOSEN ONE, THE CAT HAS CHOSEN ME!’ The cat moved closer to you, rubbing its body to whatever surface area on your body.
“Cutie Kitty,” you whispered, petting from it’s head to all the way to the tail, it meows at your touch, “Can I pick you up?” You asked, but it was more of, can you actually do it. Positioning your hands under its body, then lifting it up, it let out a small mewl, but did not resist or shy away from you touch, so you continued to wrapping your arms around it so it can lay comfortably your heart melted when it laid its body against yours, relaxed at your touch, your face scrunched as you looked up into the sky, ‘Today is the best day of my life, thank you God for giving me this chance,’ you were having your moment, praying and thanking life for this opportunity. You would take a bullet for this cat, “I love you, Putty Tat,” you nuzzled your face into its fur.
“Did you name the cat that,” A voice calls out, your heart almost leaped out of your mouth, god if you had any more heart palpitations it’s gonna flatline, snapping out of your daze twisting your body around to see one of the first string players. You stood in silence, trying to remember this guy’s name, you secretly called him broccoli boy since he had green hair and always carry those weird objects everyday, you remember Momoi calling him…umm…errr..uhhh…oh!
“Midorin…”
“It’s Midorima,” he said adjusting his glasses, his quick response to correct you made you stand up straight, feeling the tension in the air. You smiled awkwardly at him, “Right, sorry…Did you need something Midorima?” You asked since he didn’t plan to walk away from you anytime soon. You waited a second for his answer, but he just stood there you couldn’t see his eyes since the glare of the sun reflected off his glasses. Did he not hear you? Wait, we’re you in his way, is he one of this people where you had to bow in his presence.
You held the resting cat closer to your chest, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, you looked down at the cat then back to him realizing a possibility, “Oh, are you allergic to cats? Sorry- ”
“No, it’s not that,” Midormia pauses, he looked a bit fidgety, looking around and anywhere but you, seemingly to edge you on, what’s his deal?
You opened your mouth to ask him once again if he needed anything, but he cut you off before you could even taken in some air, “Today’s Oha Asa’s lucky item is a black cat charm,” he started, pulling out a cute black cat keychain from out of nowhere, dangling it in the air. You stayed quiet waiting for him to continue, but you wondered why he was telling you this, is it because they cat charm and the cat in your arms matched? Did he wanted to tell you that? If so, that’s cute.
“But Oha Asa fortune said that seeing a real black cat would give Cancers good luck, I have yet up until now have not see one. But when I saw you approaching the cat, I thought I could see it, since I’m not good with cats myself,” he admits, the pieces coming together. Midorima just wants to pet a cat, your shoulders slacks and your heart swells, inwardly awing at the boy’s shyness. You chuckled softly, causing the boy to look at you, a wide grin was spread across you lips and your cheeks were rosy just like as if someone had pinch them, “Good thing I’m great with cats, now come here!” You took a step forward, but Midorima stiffens, “A-And why would I do that?” He acted as if the cat will jump at him and claw his face, it probably has happened before so that’s why he was currently in a strut, he did want to get a closer look at the cat but didn’t want to get scratched by it.
“Oh come one, Putty Tat won’t hurt you!” You were in arms length away from him, “Why call it by that name?”
“It’s from the old cartoon, now come on give me your hand,” you carefully removed one arm from under the cat, and reached of for Midorima’s bandaged ones, “Wha-?! Wait?! Don’t just grab me!” He panics but doesn’t pull away, you guide his hand to the cat’s fur it lightly flinched in your arms but relaxed quickly once it felt warmth, “See it’s not that bad.” you looked at him, keeping your voice low to not startle the cat.
Midorima said nothing, but you could tell he was pleased.
“Oi, (L/n), Midorima! Practice is about to start again!” You heard Nijimura’s voice from behind Midorima which was where the gym was, the cat perked up at the voice and seemingly started to struggle in your arms, so you quickly let it down and quickly rushed off into the bush, “Aww, bye-bye Putty Tat I love you,” you waved at your furry friend, it paused one last time and looked back, blinking its big green eyes at the two of you before meowing and vanishing into the bush you found it come out of.
Midroima stared at his hand that he pet the cat with, there was small black cat hairs sticking to his palm, he looked up towards where the cat disappeared then lowered his hand back to his side, he adjusted his glasses once more, “(L/n)….(L/n)-Senpai, here you can have this.” he held out the cat charm he pulled out from before, you held out your hands and he dropped it into your palms, “Oh, thank you,” you couldn’t say it to him properly since he was already walking back to the gym.
You looked into it’s green eyes, “Putty Tat,” you whispered, smiling.
“Come on (L/n)-Senpai, we must not be late, don’t want the others complaining,” Midorima paused, you skipped to him, “Comin!”.
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“Oooh, yeah I remember that…wait! You where watching!!?” You gasped, Nijimura shrugged off your comment, holding a hand under his chin deep in thought, “and that other time when you weren’t feeling well… who helped you? Oh it was…”
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You rushed towards the gym, huffing and tripping over your feet, you slammed the door open, “Sorry I’m late!” You bowed, kicking your shoes off in the process and putting on your indoor shoes. You looked up to see everyone looking at you, stopping midway of what they were doing, “Ah…” your face turned a bright red, realizing that you made a scene, “Sorry…” you rasped out, continuing to fix your shoes. You’ve been getting up really early to prepare the gym and stop being a lazy ass and staying after late to clean up. So your schedule was a bit hectic now.
“Hey (L/n) you alright?” Nijimura approached you, you nodded vigorously, “You sure? Your uniform is on backwards,” he pointed out, you looked down to see he was indeed right, you put on your jacket backwards, your face flushed even more, “I-I woke up late, I didn’t have time get ready, so I was practically getting dressed on my way here,” you bashfully scratched the back of your neck. God, you just wanted to evaporated into thin air, just why is everyone looking?
“You also have two different shoes on,” the voice that popped up was soft and quiet, you looked up, Nijimura didn’t say it, then who-ACK who’s that behind him!?
Nijimura turned around, “Oh Kuroko, need something?” He was so nonchalant about it? That guy popped up from out of no where, “I was wondering what the starting line up was gonna be for the practice match,” the light-blue haired boy had quiet a baby face, but anyway, you took the time to sneak off to change out of your sweaty uniform, you looked down, your eye’s popping out you did have two different shoes on guess you grabbed the wrong shoes, you couldn’t wear them in here. You huffed, brushing your tangled hair out of your face.
After changing and embarrassingly wearing only socks on the court, you did your manager duties, laundry passing out towels and water, cleaning, gathering stray balls, etc. you had to take a seat since you felt like you were about to literally fall face down on the floor, “Murasakibara! Use your hands! Your hands! Don’t mindlessly wave your arms!” You heard coach say, you looked up from your socks and up at who couch was yelling yet, “Aggh…I’m not a fan blade, so much effort..” it was that very tall player, have to crane your neck up at the sky in order to look at this kid, and he younger than you?! God why is he so tall, how did he get that tall, he should share some of that height, better yet donate that height to people like you who need it, there’s no need to keep it all to himself, he needs to share.
You felt a sudden shift on the bench next to you, the seat creaking and its heavy presence made up alert, looked over and lifted your head up, it was him!! The tall kid, the really tall kid! He had a bunch of snacks in his hands, currently munching on one right now, what’s he doing here? Wasn’t he on the court just a second ago? Neither of you said anything and he seemed to not have noticed your stare or was ignoring it, he was so chill you couldn’t even tell if cared about the sport.
The silence was broken with the grumble of your stomach, you instantly covered your stomach with you arms, heat creeping up your neck, did he just hear that? Please tell me he didn’t, oh please.
“Here, want one?” He said, holding out an Umaibo snack, you faced him but avoided eye contact, “Thank you..” you gave him a crooked smile, your small hands taking the snack from his larger ones, you open the wrapper and chomped down, letting out a delighted ‘mm’, tastes like pork, “Do you like it?” He asked, you looked up to him, nodding shyly, “Yeah, it’s really good,” but before you could even take another bite, shoving another Umaibo in your face, “Taste this one, it’s lime flavored,”
“O-oh,”
“Here,” he puts the snack closer to your face, so you reluctantly took a bite, you could taste the lime and it had zing flavor to it, your eyes widen, “it’s good too,” you breathed out, “Right? I like this more than the lemon flavored one,” there’s a lemon one? Why?
You listened to his small rant, finishing the snack once you finished it and he quieted down, your brought up something that was one your mind that got you two to this predicament, “How come you’re not in the game?” You finally asked, he side eyes you his brows furrowed a bit annoyed at your comment, “Hm, I wouldn’t listen to coach, not doing what he asks, yada yada, not my fault the other are so weak,” he grumbled taking another bit of his snack, you nodded in acknowledgement thoughts trailing off, hmmm, what if he…
“Hey, where are like..your shoes?” Snapping out of your thoughts you looked at what he was pointing at, it was your exposed but covered feet, you wiggled your toes, “Oh I accidentally put on two different shoes this morning and I can’t wear them here,” you still couldn’t believe you did that, you just hope the memory becomes blocked after this. Block. Block? Blocked.
…hmm
“Hey, I think I know what your problem might be,” you stated frankly, not meaning to sound rude, but he glared at you, “Haaa? What was that? My problem? I’ll crush you, don’t care if you’re older,” he leaned in, he lips formed a pout, although he may think he looks intimidating, in actuality he’s just a big baby, such a big baby you could laugh, “Sorry, I meant why you might have been benched, can you try doing this instead?…” The boy listened to what you had to say. Huh, he can be mature.
“Hey coach, let me back in,” He stood up from the bench, “You gonna listen to what I say?” Coach Sanada grumbled, the purple hair male shrugged, “Yeah, sure,”
This made the coach quirk a brow, surprise at no comebacks. Before the tall kid went on the court he looked back at you, “I’ll lend you my shoes after practice, see ya Pōku (Pork)-chin,” he waved at you
You sweat-dropped, before smiling his gesture was sweet, “Thanks….Okonomi-Mura..” his name was something like that.
Murasakibara went on the court getting into a defense position, the ball never leaving his sight, it came rushing at him, your words echoed in his head, “Can you try keeping your arms close to your chest instead of keeping them at your sides, it might make your reaction time faster,” he raised his arms and jumped for the ball, actually catching it instead flailing his arms out, ‘Huh, not bad Pōku-chin.’
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Nijimura snorted, "..Okonomi-Mura..pfft, that's not even close to his real name," You groaned, dragging your hands on your face, "Uggh, yeah I know, his name is was too long, feels like I'm just chanting an incantation at this point, it's such a mouth full," Nijimura just bowled over even, covering his stomach has more fits of laughter left his mouth, he took a big breath of air wiping a tear away with his finger before titling his head at you, "Did you really wear Murasakibara's shoes?" You looked down at your feet, looking at the proper shoes that you were wearing.
"Yeah, that did happened. I was called happy feet for over a week after that, I never wanna be in that tight situation again," You remembered that you had to drag your feet across the floor so that you didn't accidentally kick the shoes off, Nijimura snapped his fingers, "Speaking of tight situations, remembered that time..."
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That'll do for part one ughhh, apologies if there lots of misspelling, I was too lazy to look over and fix them, also I was doin the next part of the story but Tumblr decided it was best to delete it all ლ(◉‿◉ ლ) I was half way done too, sigh
I couldn't stop giggling at watching HxH voice over parody by arouu and wanted to do this so bad cause I started getting so many ideas.
So here we go, it's really bad, but my fingers have a mind of its own. And obviously, this is heavily inspired off of arouu or ailarou on TikTok, so credit and support goes to them!! <3
Re-uploaded cause Tumblr is being bully-kun
you met your boy band friends during the Coochie exam, jogging and minding your own damn business, as you should until a green blob entered your life
"hey there! My name's green bean! What's yours?" His scratchy, pre-pubescent voice reached your ears
you were just trying to live the best you can out here, why does this 4’2 little man want to be friends
“your outfit is the ugliest fuking thing l've had the misfortune of laying my eyes on, the hell you and your little Boy Scouts shorts want?" The sass in your voice was fully intended
"Damn, you're such a bitch and these are my slutty shorts..”
You raised a brow, "Watchu say?"
"It smells like shit down here! Like damn, what died." Green Bean covers up
And just like that another lil' shit entered your life, this time it came with wheels and same fun size
He had a head of white hair, so he could be 60 year old with Benjamin Buttons, “Hey Green Bean is she like bothering you?" His voice was pitched higher than any bottom male you ever heard. But you spoke too soon,
“If so, I can really fcking kill-" In a snap, his voiced dropped a few octaves.
"Omg! Naaaoou, I'm just getting to know my new beastie, this is-um,, uhh, err- um- damn- I never got your name," Green Bean looked over to you, a smile stretched across his face, knowing full well you landed in his trap
You narrowed your eyes and huffed, it was inevitable to get them off your tail, “I only respond to Sir Charles Ill or (y/n), and I am very much not looking forward to this life long friendship" you smiled back
The boy on the skateboard got between the two of you, forcing you to move over so you don't get run over by the little old man in the body of a 12 year old. "oh, I see then, l'm Emily Grace, but ILL FUCKING DECK YOU IF YOU CALL ME THAT, so like just call me Kilboy, okay babes~"
Killboy full on stares into your soul and you stared right back, getting into a staring contest with your new found friend angry little man.
"I'm sensing a lot of sexual tension over there, anything I can help with?" Green bean asked behind killboy
"No" Both you and killboy said
Your eyes were starting to water already, 'Damn he's good, he's probably a staring contest champion, it's been a long time since l've had a competition, you smirked
You shifted your gaze to look at whatever was behind Killboy, and gasped, “Wild big booty bitches!" You thrusted your finger towards the direction your were looking at
"Where!!?" Green bean shouted turning his head a little too fast to the point you heard it crack
This caused killboy to turn his neck a 180 at green bean in the process, “you fucking cheater-FUCK!" Killboy's voice deepened, realizing he blinked. He glared at you accusingly, “You cheating mf, I can't believe you did that" looking as if he was about to kill vou, his voice once again lowered
You shrugged you shoulders and stuck your tongue out at him, “And that's why they call me the # 1 Coochie Staring Contest Champion, I have a 2 year streak. You're not coochie material just yet."
Killboy pretends it doesn't heart his manly feelings
“Well whatever, I can literally smash you anytime-"
“Wha-”
“Huh? What? What? AHEMNGRR- I don't like you or anything you stupid fucking baka," killboy shoved his nose into the air facing away from you
You smiled triumphantly at yourself, 'yeaahh, still got it' you puffed your chest, the pride swelling in you
Then, you saw the prettiest mf you have ever seen run past you, their blonde hair swayed and their little blue "dress" flew in the wind from the speed they where running at.
You licked your hand and combed your palm in your hair before brushing your eyebrows down with your fingers, increasing your speed as you ignored how your janky ass legs were gonna fall off
"Hey babygirl, what’s a shawty like you doing here? ~” you said in the suavest way, biting your lip as your look at the blonde through your lashes
The said male you were hitting on raised a brow, you got dejavu, remembering that same expression you made earlier
"Aha~ So what's your name? Call me Sir Charles Ill or (y/n)...or yours..” you whispered harshly on the last part
"watashi wa kurapika."
"Ha?"
"it's koopipico, a pleasure,"
"Oh, the pleasure is all mine koopicaca~"
"It's Koop- ugh, nvm."
You then heard someone sounding constipated, grunting and straining, “ha- ha- ha-ngnn!" You saw a shirtless sweaty man catching up to you both
"Oh mah god! Babe! A praying mantis predator is trying to grab your sweet ass!!" You warned, glaring at the threat, going to protect the sweet boy
"Get behind me, I'lI protect you!" You were about to move and risk everything you have to safe koopicaca
"Oh don't worry, that's le le pons, he's only a level 5 threat in most countries, other than that he's harmless," koopicaca sighed, reassuring you
You hummed, watching the sweaty titan stomping his way through, “I think you need a warning sign for graphic content,” you said, the lanky ass mf glared back at you
"Fuck you! I don't care what I look like or what anyone says, even if run butt ass naked!" le le pons huffed, smoke coming from his nostrils, before running ahead
Koopicaca smiled at that, "I think I should follow,"
You snapped your head at him, “Are you getting naked!!" you said urgently, clearly excited as your face started to flushed,
Koopicaca threw off his lil blue tabard, the fabric smacking you in the face in the process, purpose intended
“NO!.. you have to pay onlyfans for that." koopicaca said keeping a straight face, but you knew that your moves were working
"I can see up your skirt now, HEY- baby!"
Koopicaca ran ahead before you can sway him anymore, "Damn we'll get 'em next time boys," you whispered under your breath
You saw a familiar cotton top in your peripheral, noting that he was now running along with the others like a normal person, although you got distracted when you looked back up at koopicaca's behind, "God dayum, koopicaca has such a nice ass."
Killyboy who was next to you clicked his tongue at first, “Only look at me bitch- fuck you’re right,” he was now admiring the view with you
“Hey BFFLs! What are you looking at?” Green Bean appeared on your other side
“Look away child!! This sight is not for the dirty little greedy bitches!” You put your hand out to cover green bean’s eyes, but you could already hear the heavy breathing coming from him
“Oh no, he got a taste of that sweet ass!” You furrowed your brows in worry, already praying for your friend
Killboy was already thinking of a plan from a-z to find a way to get green bean out of his state
Just when you thought there was hope you heard green bean whispered, “awooga, awooga…”
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