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happy valentine's day :) here is the 1.5k word oneshot that was supposed to be 250-ish words initally. ill upload the art after this goes up. sorry if there's errors in this. i edited and rewrote this but i didn't read the finished work. also i feel like shindos OOC in this??? but idk im not rewriting i had to force myself to finish this in the first place. lmao enjoy this fluff
You’re sat toe to toe with Yo Shindo, your classmate and the vice class reprensentative whom you’re meeting with this chilly afternoon, despite your meeting ending not too long ago. You’re still not too sure why your classmates decided to elect you, but that was months ago when school started up. Outside, you can see the slowly dwindling activity of the school below, students fleeing the aslyum of the academy to seek warmth in their dorm rooms, or in the arms of a sweetheart. Speaking of, peering out the window, you can see Tatami cheerfully passing out her giri choco to the classmates she was unable to get to during class. In the west, the sun was setting, turning the sky a much appropriate pink.
It was Valentine’s day, the holiday of love, and a time in japan where girls got a chance to show their appreciation for their classmates, shower their lovers in affection, or profess their love to their crushes. You turned from the window to face Shindo again, who was doing what he had been doing for the past 2 minutes: reading out the words on the hearts of his Conversation Hearts out loud.
You fell into the latter category, and you were looking at the guy who’d make or break the happy holiday for you.
The chair under you creaked as you slump into it, feeling hopeless.
Shindo was sitting in his chair facing you. he was hunched over, a small pink box being fondled in his hands. just as before, his finger dwelve into the box and pick up a white, small heart. the candy is brought up to his bright, inquisitve but still bored eyes.
Shindo sat in his chair, his body facing yours. He was hunched over his box of Conversation Hearts, the small, light pink, rectangular box you remembered from your childhood. When he moved his hand, you could see the to and from part filled out with Shindo’s full name and a girl in your class that harboured feelings for him. Unconcernedly, his fingers dug through the poor box. From it, he found what he was looking for. Bringing it up to his face, Shindo bore down at the little white candy, a relaxed smile on his face.
“’Sweetheart,’” he read, his mouth staying open as if wanting to say something else, only to pop the candy into his mouth. You watched him, your foot bouncing up and down, sourly wondering if this would go until he ran out of candy or when you’d give him your honmei choco.
“Interesting,” is all you can muster.
This time, Shindo opts for just shaking the candy into his palm. A green one tumbles out and the corners of Shindo’s mouth quirk up a little, like he’s created his own candy dispenser.
“I’m crazy for you,” the dark haired boy decides to show you the heart this time, turning it over so your eyes can glance over the hot-pink letters yourself.
Subconsciously, you note his way of saying it. The pumping of your foot increases, and your thumb starts thumping down on the black plastic of your armrest. The chalky sound of candy falling resonates inside your skull. Shindo licks his lips.
“Shindo what do you want?” the words fall from your lips impatiently.
Shindo, still smiling, answers you with a brief glance before jumping back into the box. His fingers dig through, trying to tactfully grab a piece.
‘He’s doing this on purpose…But for what?’
You whine, already trying to rationalize not going through with your plan by distracting yourself with whatever Shindo’s doing. “What do you want? Shindo? Shindoo?” Lips drawing into a small pout, you kick at his legs, getting dust on his pants.
“I’m waiting on you.” Is all he says. He has an orange one this time. “”Friend me”- no, ignore that.” Shindo tosses the candy behind his shoulder and you can hear it scatter around on the floor. A mental note is made about reminding him to pick that up.
“Waiting for me to do what?” You ask.
He pauses, his brown eyes flickering back and forth from the pink candy in his hand to you. “I’m waiting for you to gift me the chocolate,” he licks his lips once again, “’Miss you’”.
All leg kicking, foot bouncing, and thumb thumping recedes. You stare back at Shindo, shocked.
‘Shit,’ you think, ‘he knows…’
In a last ditch attempt effort, you bring your hand up to wave off his words. “Oh please,” you roll your eyes at him, “I saw you and Makabe rakin’ in chocolates all day. I don’t have anything for you.” The assault on Shindo’s leg begins once again, with more ferocity this time, causing him to scoot his leg away and utter a small “Stop doing that” in retaliation. Another candy ends up inbetween his fingers.
You didn’t want to hear Shindo rattle off anymore sayings and you most certaintly didn’t want to bear the awkwardness of having to admit that you liked him enough to make him chocolate. While Shindo was flipping the box upside down, you stood up, grabbing your school bag.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Shindo. See you tomorrow.”You turn to leave, feeling the added weight of the chocolate box in your bag. As soon as you turn, you feel Shindo’s arms snake around your midsection and his head rest against your back.
A blush coats your face. “Let go.” You contort your body to see the box of Conversation Hearts discarded on the floor, cast aside like trash.
”No way, not until you fork over that chocolate, Miss Class Rep,” Shindo squeezes your waist tighter, making himself comfortable, “Jeez, it’s not like it’ll kill you.” Even in this moment, you feel yourself softening up at Shindo’s curtness, the real Shindo who can be a real dick sometimes. You fight back the cheesy urge to smile.
“How do you even know I have chocolate?”
He buries his face into your back “It’s Valentine’s Day”, he says through the fabric of your uniform, “And besides, Nakagame told me”
You curse at yourself for letting the existence of your box of chocolates slip to Tatami. Shindo adjusts himself against you, one arm firmly holding you in place and the other holding out one last thing for him to read.
You blush, feeling your chest tighten.
“Can I get a gurantee that you’ll accept it?” You ask, hoping that all your work won’t be in vain.
The boy holding you hostage at the waist thinks to himself. “I can gurantee you something,”
Needless to say, his words aren’t helping you at all. Defeatedly, you grab your bag, unzip it, and pull out the highly anticipated chocolate, meticulously handcrafted for this moment.
It was a thing of marvel. You thought back to this morning, when you looked it over one last time, asking yourself if it was normal for girls to put this much effort into making chocolate for a guy. The box, a handcrafted piece you found in a woodworkers’ shop back in September, was decorated with gold swirls you had painted yourself and little stickers of soft pink hearts. Inside were the nine assorted pieces of chocolate. Gosh, you weren’t a baker or anything, but you mulled over different recipes for weeks, picking based off the questions you had asked Shindo before, “just in case you wanted to get him something for his birthday”. You had easily burned through 7,000 yen just trying to make something worth giving to him. Eventually, your mother had to step in, much to your embarrassment. But, you and her had worked hard to find the best pieces.
Shindo at this point had gotten up, standing close behind you to observe your dedication. Attentively, he took the box from your grip, resting his chin on your shoulder and studying the box and its contents.
Feeling the weight on his head on you and burning at the thought of him being so close to you, you gulped. “Can I go to my dorm now?”
Shindo placed the box down on another desk, seeming satisfied with what was presented to him. From behind you, he laughs.
“Nope, but WE can go to MY dorm now!” In an instant, you’re overwhelmed with a flurry of scorching hot kisses, Shindo’s lips not leaving a single part of your face left behind, and just as soon as they make contact with you, all your worries and anxiety are cast away. You can only giggle and take his aggression display of affection. In the midst of your shared mirth, Shindo crouched down, sweeping you off your feet, your laughter peeking as you fall against his chest. Arm snaking around his neck and hand falling on his heart, you lean into his ear.
“Does this mean you reciprocate my feelings?” You ask furtively, pressing a kiss to his jawline.
Shindo takes the kiss with a jubilant pride “I’ll tell ya in a month.”
