tags fluff, meet cute(?), drabble, mentions of other characters
words around 400
a/n is this my first fic here? anyways, a little warning this was a complete brainfart. its 3 am and i typed this on my notes app so, obv not beta proofed. related to this btw? will crosspost this to ao3 later!!
a/n crossposted on my ao3 here!
"Oh, sorry."
You looked up to where the voice was coming from. A tall raven haired woman clad in a cropped checkered knit in a blazer, sleeves folded up to her elbow. Her hair was put in a tight bun, strands of hair falling on her face, looking down on you after barging the kitchen.
Looks... familiar.
You were in the midst of getting out a plain cake for the host's, Akemi's, birthday today. With the people coming in on the dining room and living room, Akemi had to greet them leaving the counter a mess prior from cooking a big meal. Hence you squatting down to the floor and make shift the cake box as a cake stand.
"No problem. Sorry, I was..."
"For Akemi?" she cut, pointing at the cake on the floor.
You nodded, "Yeah, it's a surprise. She doesn't know," you stood up to free some space from the mess on the counter.
She walked up towards you, "I'll help you with those," and taking the pots and pans you held to her hands.
You mutter a small thanks, reaching down to the cake carefully before finally placing it on the counter.
"Thanks so much, um...?"
"Mizu,"
You mentioned back your name,
"Nice meeting you," you shook her hand, calloused, "I think we're in the same class?" you wondered, words coming out in between a statement and question.
"You think so, too?"
"Uh-huh, Research Method?"
"Right." Mizu nodded.
Ah, so that’s where...
As you cut open the piping bag to decorate the cake, you took a glance outside the kitchen, checking who else is already here. Ringo and Taigen, who came in moments after you, are setting up the dishes they brought on the dining table. An older woman and a bunch of girls piling up with Akemi in the living room, catching up with her. All that’s left were her boyfriend (who planned this surprise cake) and a few of your friends.
Amidst that, one thing amusing caught your eyes. You scanned through one more time before looking back at Mizu to check. She was in the middle of tidying up dishes. You let out a chuckle.
"What's up?" Mizu raised her eyebrow upon your amusement. You gave her a second glance before continuing squeezing down the decorative whipped cream.
"I think we're the only ones in plaid tonight," you smiled at the tiny coincidence. Silly, you thought.
Mizu looked down on her own top. Light brown knit with a subtle checkered pattern under her blazers. She averted her stare to your brown skirt, also checkered. You stared at Mizu checking you up as her eyes trailed up, finally locked eyes with you. You were lost under her blue irises for a moment, forgetting the whipped cream in your hands. You felt your heart stammering before quickly letting out an awkward giggle, going back to work on your cake.
The same blue eyes lingered on you for a little more while.
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There are a lot of people that Mizu wouldn’t normally open his door for in the early hours of the morning.
Taigen is one of them.
“Sorry,” slips out of Taigen's mouth, mustered in a whimper of a breath. Backlit against the streetlights and the glow of the moon, the other man is pale as death. He’s got sweat beaded on his brow and blood gushing from his nose. One of his arms wrapped around his middle, clutching his ribs as he leans fully on Mizu’s doorway.
And then, he collapses.
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more chapter 3 updates im actually kind of close to finishing the first draft!!! i might just bite the bullet and finish it this week for valentine's :eyes_emoji:
catching up since i didn't do any writing over the weekend due to traveling. im on the final stretch of this chapter, just need to revise and proofread and then i'll be done!!