HII!!!! I noticed that request were open and I was wondering if I could request some Kou Minamoto x fem!reader? In which reader basically gets jealous (fluffy end plz :D)
finally, a tbhk request. I worked on this since 12:00, so I hope this came out alright
genre: (a bit) angst to fluff
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You didn’t know how to ask out the younger Minamoto boy, he’s pretty dense—really dense. Currently, now he’s been spending much more time with the female student from the high school division. You disliked the feeling that bubbled in your chest.
You couldn’t help but glare at the blonde teal tip haired girl from across the ladies restroom. Giggling happily as the underclassman and upperclasswoman talked amongst each other, it pained your heart. This didn’t go unnoticed by the seventh mysterie himself.
Hanako didn’t know whether to tease you for being jealous or to be concern, since you were looking like you’re about to do the unthinkable.
Sighing as you made your way to your school bag that laid onto the freshly mopped tiled floor. Of course you did not hate the fat ankled girl, just simple jealously. It was painlessly obvious that both males liked Yashiro. And for you ? You were just there, almost collecting dust.
It almost felt like you weren’t even part of the group, just a boulder in the middle a road.
But you once had tried asking out Kou by making it seem as if it was a friendly hangout, only for it to be backfired. “Sorry, [name]-chan ! I’m going to be hanging out with Senpai..”
Honestly, you really didn’t know how to give up, but this ? Almost seems impossible. You weren’t making any progress with the boy. In your point of view, Yashiro was the boulder in the middle of your road.
If you had to be honest. Yashiro is really the woman that a man would want, she can cook, clean, garden and sew.
She’s very unique in her own way.
You can’t really argue with that.
“[name]-chan, you’re leaving already ?” Kou asked, placing the windex bottle inside the sink. You lowly hummed, giving a small nod and throwing your bag over your shoulder
“Yea. My mom wants me to get her somethings...” You lied. Really, all you wanted to was run away from there, at the moment you felt like a ticking bomb
Shaking your head, “No, I’ll be fine. Bye guys, see you tomorrow.” Waving your hand, exiting out of the girls restroom
“Boy.. you are really naive..” Hanako mumbled, sweat dropping shoving his ghostly hands deep within his black pants pockets
“What is that supposed to mean ?”
“[name]-chan likes you.” Yashiro stated taking her gloves off her sweaty palms
Kou couldn’t help but jolt, cheeks flushing themselves into a very noticeable red as his stomach did summersaults. “Th-There’s no way !!” He exclaimed
Yashiro sighed, “Kou-kun. You really are that naive. She’s even asked you out on a date, but you declined..”
“Wow, you had a lucky shot.” Hanako frowned his brows, smile never falling. “Though, you did mention about liking her.”
“Then, confess tomorrow.”
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The middle schooler thought about Hanako’s words and placed a letter onto your desk with simple words to meet him by a tree outside of the shared school.
Kou nervously let out a breath, silently listening to the tree above him sway. This was his first confession, and hopefully his very first girlfriend. His palms started to sweat as he watch your form come closer to his pinpoint, he was starting to think this was a bad idea.
“Ah ? Kou-kun were you the one who placed this lovely letter on my desk ?” You questioned with a playful smile resting on your lips, twirling the paper letter in between your fingers. “So, what do you need to talk about. Let me guess it’s a confession ?” Giggling, but halted noticing the seriousness glimpsing through his ocean like eyes
Your eyes widened with shock and a hint of confusion. You didn’t want to jump right into conclusions, but the beating of your heart was nearly about to explode.
“[name]-chan.. this is a confession..” He softly mumbled, grasping your small soft hands into his own large ones, giving them a gentle grip. “Please be my girlfriend.”
Pink hue dusted your cheeks to your ears. You could feel the shakiness of his palms, and the frowning of his brows. The poor teenager was nervous. However afraid of rejection.
He’s liked you for a very long time, since the being of yours and his first year of middle school.
A giggle escaped your lips, as the cooling breeze made your hair danced with the wind and the shining sunset making your beautiful skin glow.
Kou reopened his eyelids, preparing his heart for the harsh rejection he was about to received, he’s grip slightly tightened around your hands. You gave his knuckles a small gentle, loving rub.
And gorgeous soft smile to embrace his vision.