pairing: kanroji mitsuri x reader (heavily suggested to be not-a-guy)
genre: angst (a bit of dread), eventual fluff!!
warnings: implied themes of coming out/coming out not being a choice
summary: mitsuri finds your love letter, but wasn’t expecting to see it addressed to… her.
When Mitsuri was caught sitting at your desk, she was frozen in time and red in the face. The blush didn’t surprise you – it never surprised you. It was so pretty of her to have her outside reflect her inside so innocently and unguarded.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, and expected the usual answer – had her daydreams run amok again? Was she to tell you of how she longed to be held by someone strong?
The warm amusement that played so innocently across your face ran away at the sight of her hands moving to hide something – something Mitsuri shouldn’t ever have seen. A familiar parchment tucked under your pillow, a letter rewritten a thousand times over and kissed to sleep, was open and read.
Mitsuri noticed that you noticed and began to cry. “I’m sorry! I was being nosy and I-I shouldn’t have…” she said. After plummeting, your heart swam in your stomach and began to hurt. “I shouldn’t have read it, I –
– why were you looking through my room like that?” you asked quietly.
“I was making your bed because I saw you hadn’t, and s-since you always take care of me… I wanted to take care of you!” she said, her voice small, “a-and this slipped out from your pillow.” She spread the paper open on the table and looked away in shame. “I-I thought I could do you a favor by… giving it to who it was for… since it had hearts on it. Like a little love messenger!”
The silence fell heavy on Mitsuri’s shoulders and she bowed her head in apology. It came out a whisper, “do you hate me?” you asked.
She looked up at you with red cheeks and puffy eyes. The gentle tilt of your head and the open vulnerability of your face made you look so small. Her heart broke. She shook her head. “No, of course not, why would I?” she whined.
“Do I make you uncomfortable?” you asked after a moment, unsure.
“Y-y/n, you shouldn’t be comforting me,” she mumbled. “I should be comforting you.”
Your eyes widened. “I-I’m fine,” you stuttered, taking a step back. “I’m just afraid of what you think.”
She pouted. “No! You should be mad at me for going through your things and finding out something so personal that you haven’t told anyone and…” her words came out so fast and she pulled at her hair. “Stop that!”
“I think… you would’ve found out eventually. I’m not very good at hiding it,” you murmured. Mitsuri looked at you like you were glass and her embarrassment fell away. In a moment of pure instinct, she reached for you. The hand that slipped into yours felt soft, but it was still startling – enough to make you look into her pretty eyes and melt again. A few heartbeats passed of quiet staring and a thick tension began to grow taut between you. “I’m not sure if you should do that,” you finally whispered, afraid to wake up.
She tilted her head and a smile so painfully bittersweet touched her lips. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” she asked. Her thumb rubbed circles into the back of your hand.
Your heart stuttered. “Of course not,” you said, “but you should know how you make me feel, now. I hope the letter was clear enough.”
She flushed from head to toe. “W-well,” Mitsuri said as her eyes dropped to the floor, “about that!” she laughed nervously. “I n-never said how I felt about it.” Your shock was almost tangible and she rushed to continue. “My heart almost burst while reading it – it felt like it was gonna come out like kaboom!” She motioned with her free hand and paused as if remembering the feeling again. A shy grin split across her face. “And then I thought about how sometimes I get lost staring at you just like everyone else,” she admitted, “a little more lost, if I really think about it.” You stopped holding your breath.
“Mitsuri, are you saying…”
She continued, “I’m saying I-I think… I think I love you just as much,” she said and grabbed the parchment off the table. Her eyes lit up like stars as she poured over the words again. “A-and in the same way.” She let go of your hand and stood up before bowing deeply. “I’m sorry for reading it without permission, but please have me anyway!”
“Mitsuri,” you breathed, wide eyed. She looked up and gauged your reaction.
“Can I hug you now?” she asked tentatively.
“Hug me?” you sounded far away.
You nodded and so quickly learned that your place in her arms was warm. She buried her face into your neck. One deep breath made you dizzy – the smell of her, of flowers and vanilla, made you fuzzy. “Mitsuri,” you said again in a voice that bloomed with affection. She hugged you tighter. “Mitsuri,” you said through a soft smile.
“Yes?” she asked, her voice muffled.
“I love you,” you said and wrapped your arms around her.
“I love you too,” she proclaimed happily.
