˚✧₊🎐⁺✧༚ Kasamatsu Yukio x reader
✧ The reader is the president of the school newspaper club | She has a big fat crush on Kasamatsu | Kasamatsu is just super shy | fluff. ✧ part 2 of this ✧
After a few days, the news had spread everywhere. The commotion had already died down, but no one had forgotten. With a sports team as popular as theirs, there was no way that secret could remain only between them and the girls.
Truthfully, no one had expected to hear something like that. The president had always carried herself with seriousness and unwavering dedication toward her studies. Of course, she sometimes went out with her friends, but it had never affected her grades.
At first, the young girl felt deeply uncomfortable with the situation. Her friends apologized, but it was already too late, their words had already been overheard. As the hours passed, she began noticing whispers and glances directed toward her during breaks. She understood perfectly well. Those boys could never keep their mouths shut.
On his side, Kasamatsu had not been given a single moment of peace. Every chance they got, the boys teased him. Every remark carried a double meaning, and lunchtime conversations revolved around nothing else. No matter how much he yelled at them or pretended it did not bother him, the redness at the tips of his ears betrayed him. That information could have remained “secret” if Kise and Moriyama had not talked about it in front of a group of girls. Those boys seriously could never shut up.
That afternoon had been drowned in rain. The young girl sat at the bus stop, her head resting against the glass panel. Raindrops struck endlessly behind her, creating a soft melody. Her bag had been carelessly dropped beside her, and she sat there annoyed and exhausted after her phone battery had decided to die on her.
Most of the students had already gone home, but she had stayed behind to finish writing the next school newspaper issue that was supposed to come out the following month. So there she was, alone on the bench of the bus stop. As if her dead phone was not enough, she had also forgotten her umbrella.
She closed her eyes, lulled by the sound of the rain. Cars passed in front of her one after another, yet there was still no sign of the bus.
Her week had been completely turned upside down. She deserved a proper rest to end such a long, grey Friday.
Each beneath their own umbrella, he and Kise walked out of the school while talking. Kasamatsu had not noticed the silhouette sitting under the bus shelter, but Kise had, and he recognized her immediately. Kise glanced back at his captain with a grin at the corner of his lips, already plotting something. Unfortunately, all he could do was hope his captain would finally make a move.
« I just remembered I had to go see a friend… take the bus without me! See ya ! »
Kasamatsu understood perfectly well that the idiot was talking nonsense, but before he could even say anything, Kise had already run off.
He walked toward the bus stop and closed his umbrella.
That was when he saw her.
Caught off guard, he cursed under his breath, momentarily thrown off balance. The girl quickly recognized the boy’s voice beside her. She opened her eyes at once and looked up at him.
He stood to her right, stiff and painfully tense. His brows were furrowed, and anyone could have mistaken him for annoyed, but the blush spreading across his cheeks gave him away immediately.
She straightened slightly, smoothing out her skirt before letting out a sigh and turning her head away, fully aware that he was not the only one blushing.
Now the two of them were waiting for a bus that seemed determined never to come.
Kasamatsu tried to appear relaxed, but his irritation kept slipping through. He had even sat down beside her. On the opposite side of the bench, sure, but it changed nothing. He checked the time every two minutes, his foot endlessly tapping against the wet pavement. Minutes passed. Five, then ten, then fifteen. Still nothing.
Without her phone, the president could do absolutely nothing, not even call someone. Even if she did not live very far from the school, she could not walk home without an umbrella. The rain was far too heavy, and getting sick was simply out of the question.
The young girl knew her only solution was to speak to Kasamatsu.
Gathering her courage, she reminded herself she was only doing this for her own sake. Besides, it was not exactly a huge deal that he knew she liked him. Right?
Kasamatsu stiffened even more. His foot stopped moving and his eyes widened slightly. He was painfully aware of how awkward he was around girls, but he could never let it show that easily, especially not as the captain of such a respected team. He did not want her to see how flustered he was, especially after such a good article written by her hands.
« Could you check if there are any updates about the bus, please? Unfortunately, my phone ran out of battery, so I can’t do anything… »
The president had always been polite. It was probably one of the main reasons teachers appreciated her so much. And unsurprisingly, it had quite the effect on the captain too, considering he had always had a weakness for serious and well mannered girls.
He answered with a nod and a tiny « yeah. »
The glow of his phone illuminated his reddened face, and the young girl could not stop herself from looking at him. His hair. His brows. His flushed cheeks.
Memories resurfaced one after another. Every time her friends invited her to basketball games, she would watch him yell at distracted teammates, run across the court, score, then smile and laugh with the rest of the team afterward.
Maybe some people thought her article had been shameless flattery, but to her, it had simply been a way to express all the emotions she felt whenever she watched him play.
He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, looking even more irritated than before.
« The buses got cancelled or rerouted because of the rain. None of them are stopping here. »
As he grabbed his things and umbrella, he quickly noticed the girl beside him had not answered. She had only lowered her head quietly.
It was the first time he truly looked at her since they had ended up alone together.
And he had also noticed there was no umbrella among her belongings.
He could not and did not want to leave her outside alone, with a dead phone and nothing to protect herself from the rain until nightfall. So his irritation slowly faded into embarrassment instead. He could have simply walked away, especially considering how shy he was around her. It would have saved him from making both of them uncomfortable.
« You don’t have an umbrella? »
His stress was so obvious it could be heard in his voice. He already knew she did not have one, but if he wanted to help her in any way, he first had to actually speak to her.
« No, I forgot it at home this morning. »
She lifted her head and met his gaze.
Both of them immediately turned red again without saying a word.
“Get up. I’ll walk you home.”
At this point, they were both completely flushed.
Despite the writer’s attempts to refuse, she eventually gave in after seeing how much effort Kasamatsu was making to help her.
And so they walked beneath an umbrella far too small for the two of them, standing so close their shoulders brushed together every few seconds.
Truthfully, Kasamatsu was more focused on keeping her dry than on the silence lingering between them. He kept tilting the umbrella toward her side, even if it meant letting the rain soak his own sleeve.
To stop her shoulder from getting wet, the basketball player wrapped an arm around the student’s shoulders.
Yeah, he had completely lost his mind.
Who knew where he had found the courage to do something that intimate?
She did not move away. She did not protest either. Truthfully, she did not mind at all.
Obviously for the sole purpose of not getting sick, of course.
“I heard you like playing the guitar.”
It made sense that she knew. After all, she was the one who knew every piece of news circulating around the school.
At the sound of her voice, Yukio turned toward her. He probably had not realized it until now, but his face was so close to hers. She could feel his warm breath against her skin.
She waited for an answer, but nothing came.
Kasamatsu was staring at her face in surprise. Her lashes. Her lips. Her cheeks tinted pink from the cold and embarrassment.
He might have laughed about it if he had not been in the exact same state himself.
He never imagined she would know anything about his life outside of school. Some people might have found that strange, but honestly, that thought never even crossed his mind.
Now that she had tried to break the ice, he could not leave her talking alone.
Mostly with short yeses and nos, but it did not matter. She had more than enough questions to fill the silence between them.
Sometimes she would giggle softly. Yukio never really understood what was funny enough to pull laughter out of her, but he liked hearing it anyway. It was rare to see that side of the president.
Little by little, the boy’s shoulders relaxed, though he never let go of the girl curled against him.
When they finally arrived at the foot of her apartment building, she stopped and slowly turned toward him, gently pulling herself away from his chest.
For a second, she stayed silent.
Just there, in that strange in between moment where the rain felt farther away and the silence heavier.
Then, without truly looking at him at first, she slowly lifted a hand toward his shoulder.
Her fingers rested against the fabric of his shirt, wrinkled from the walk, from the rain, from her too, maybe.
She smoothed it out gently, with an attention far too natural to be completely innocent.
Her fingers lingered one second too long, as though she did not even realize it herself, before slipping away and falling back to her side.
Yukio was probably incredibly red judging by the smile spreading across the young girl’s face.
“Thank you for walking me home, Kasamatsu. Get home safely!”
Back at his house, Kasamatsu could not stop thinking about what had happened.
About that walk beneath the rain, her closeness, her hand against his shoulder… and especially that smile she had given him as though it meant nothing at all.
Now that the weekend was beginning, he knew he would have to wait until Monday to see her again.
Unless he managed to get her number and invite her somewhere…
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