biker!Choso x shy!Reader (part 1)
Summary: the broody guy with a cool bike on campus has had your attention for some days now. Its high time your impulsiveness does something.
It’s been three months Choso has had your eyes. It’s been three months his Kawasaki Ninja has had your interest. And it’s been three months you are trying to come up with a good excuse to befriend this hot biker so that you can ride his bike.
It’s good to say bikes have always been your thing. But the busy academic schedule always kept you busy enough to never explore this passion of yours, so the first thing you wanted to do once your schedule cleared a bit was to learn biking. And who is a better candidate than a certain tall, lean, muscular guy?
The only problem, you were not good with initiating conversations, and he was not someone you’d see in your usual friend circle. You had a few, but none of them could lead you to him :(
So one day, your impulsive nature or to make it sound romantic, destiny took things into its hands.
It was a sunny day, and your after-lunch classes were cancelled. You were on your way to the library to make use of this free time. And that is when the guy in question oh no, I mean the bike in question rumbled near you, slowing down near the library stairs before a pair of legs steadied on the floor. He took his helmet off, his ponytails (which, let’s be honest, only he can pull off) ruffled, with some hair sticking out. A few curses left his mouth before he got off and crouched down to have a look at something which you clearly did not understand.
On any other day, you would have given him a good look, blushed a bit, and left the place before he noticed you. But that particular day was special for no reason, and you felt a kind of confidence you are sure you don’t have on usual days (was it because he was near your territory? Or something else? You don’t know.)
But before giving your mind any chance to second-guess or your nervous system to get overwhelmed and run away, you made your way to him.
He did not seem to notice your presence initially. Not until your shadow gave him some relief from the scorching heat. And then when he finally turned, well, he is sure that for a second his brain short-circuited and he could not form any sentence.
Choso was an introvert. Not just that he genuinely was not fond of a lot of people. His friends and his brothers, that’s it. People in uni did not approach him usually, until they needed something from him. And for some reason, he could not figure out that out of so many people, why was it that you were here for.
He knows about you from fleeting glances or hearsay from his friend, Suguru, who shares the same class as yours. So what exactly brought someone like you to him? Maybe it’s something about Suguru, he thought.
You don’t realise how much time you have spent staring until he clears his throat.
“Oh, hi.” You say, trying to gather some confidence.
“Talking to me?” he questions, glancing at you before going back to his work.
You nod, he can’t see that, but there’s no one else you can be talking to right now.
“I… you are Choso, right?” you speak abruptly, cringing at your stupid question. Who even asks that to someone?
He chuckles a bit before replying in a sing-song voice,“Well, according to my documents, I am.” His focus is on some wires which he understood and you did not.
“You are __.” He says that more as a statement than a question.
You do not know how long the silence that followed was… a part of you asking you to run away, another regretting that it’s too late to run away. A part of you admiring him so near, another scared if he will find you awkward too.
Before you could say something else, he got up, his height towering over you.
Oh! He didn’t have to be so blunt.
Your hand fidgets with the straps of your bag subconsciously while you shift your weight from one leg to another, trying to frame why you are here in a better way.
“Well, Choso… I’ve always been a bike enthusiast but never got a chance to learn properly… uhh… if it’s cool with you… can you teach me?”
Your eyes cast down instantaneously, and your fidgeting increases immediately.
Oh, it was not a good idea.
It’s only after you verbalise it you realise how stupid it is to ask a guy randomly to teach you biking.
To make things better (or worse, you don’t know), you start mumbling before he could answer.
“Well… it’s fine if you don’t want to… I mean… d-don’t make fun or someth—”
“Tomorrow after class.” His voice silences you, and when you look at him again, this time to make sure he is not joking, the subtle curve of his lips greets you.
He goes back to whatever he was doing with his bike.
You murmur a thanks before leaving the site, still not sure if all that happened is for real or not.
A/n: long due and writing after so long. Definitely wanted to make it longer but my exams come up anytime and everytime. Will make a part 2 of it post exams. I hope I'm not too rusty after so long 😭😭
