trip#004
→ the taxi is headed to date tech high !!
fare price: your heart
; how dateko boys fell for you at first sight.
former #1 kamasaki yasushi
kamasaki was in the middle of a heated argument with futakuchi about “proper form” when he saw you. you were a student from the nearby vocational school, carrying a heavy-duty toolbox toward the workshop.
you weren’t struggling, exactly, but the way your muscles tensed under the weight—and the way you wiped grease off your forehead with the back of a gloved hand—made kamasaki’s heart lurch like a failing engine. he’d never seen anything so beautiful. you were a vision of industrial perfection. when you caught him staring and gave a confident, slightly crooked grin, kamasaki felt his knees turn into jelly.
“give me that!” he shouted, lunging forward to grab the toolbox. his face was beet red, but his eyes were fixated on yours with a raw, desperate intensity. “it’s too heavy! no—i mean, you’re strong, but i’m stronger! please, just let me carry this to the ends of the earth for you. also, i think i’m in love with you. is that too much? okay, fine, let’s start with coffee. please say yes, i’m actually shaking right now.”
former #2 moniwa kaname
moniwa was trying to herd his chaotic teammates toward the bus when he saw you sitting on a low wall, patiently untangling a bird’s wing from some discarded fishing line. you were murmuring softly to the creature, your expression so tender and peaceful that moniwa felt a physical ache in his chest.
he forgot about the bus. he forgot about the tournament. the world narrowed down to the gentle curve of your shoulders and the kindness in your eyes. when the bird flew away and you looked up at him, eyes shimmering with joy, moniwa felt like he was finally breathing for the first time. you thought he looked like a reliable, sweet guy, and you offered him a small, encouraging wave.
“that was... the most incredible thing i’ve ever seen,” moniwa breathed, stepping closer as if drawn by a magnet. his hands were tucked into his pockets to hide how much they were trembling. “i know this is crazy, but you have the kindest eyes. i’d be a fool if i let you walk away without asking... could i please take you on a date? i want to be the one who makes you smile like that every single day.”
former #3 sasaya takehito
sasaya was at the bakery, waiting for his order, when you walked in. you were dressed in a oversized sweater, looking sleepy and soft, and you accidentally ordered your bread in a voice so soft and sweet it made his pulse spike.
he watched you fumble with your change, dropping a coin that rolled right to his shoe. he picked it up, and when he handed it back, your fingers brushed. it was like a low-voltage shock. you looked up, your eyes wide and a bit dazed, and sasaya felt his cool, laid-back exterior melt away. he was suddenly, violently aware of how much he wanted to protect that sleepy look on your face forever.
“you dropped this,” he said, his voice lower and more serious than usual. he didn’t let go of the coin immediately, locking eyes with you. “and i think you accidentally took my heart with it. i’m not usually this forward, but you’re... breathtaking. please, let me pay for your bread. and let me take you out properly. i have a feeling i’m going to be thinking about you for the next fifty years anyway.”
#1 aone takanobu
aone was standing in the hallway, looking intimidating as usual, until you walked by. you were a bit shorter than him, carrying a stack of library books. instead of flinching or walking around him, you stopped, looked up his towering frame, and handed him a single wildflower you’d found outside.
“you look like you’re guarding something important,” you said with a bright laugh.
aone didn’t move. he didn’t speak. he just stared at the tiny flower in his massive hand, then at you. his heart was hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. he felt an overwhelming, soul-deep need to follow you. he walked after you, his shadow looming over you, until he finally reached out and gently touched your sleeve.
he didn’t say anything at first. he just bowed—a full, ninety-degree, formal bow. then, he looked up, his eyes wide and brimming with a terrifyingly sweet sincerity. he pointed to the flower, then to his chest, and then to the exit of the school. his face was stoic, but his ears were bright red. he was asking for a date with every fiber of his being, and when you giggled and nodded, he felt like he could lift the entire building.
#2 futakuchi kenji
futakuchi was leaning against a vending machine, feeling himself, until you walked by. you were arguing with a friend about the best way to bypass a firewall on a laptop, and your sharp wit and fierce intelligence made futakuchi’s mouth go dry.
he tried to pull his usual smug smirk, but when you glanced at him with a bored, unimpressed expression, his heart did a complete 180. he was hooked. he was almost drooling. he wanted you to look at him like that forever, but maybe with a little more love. he followed you, his cool-guy walk becoming a bit more frantic.
“hey, wait!” he called out, his voice cracking just a tiny bit—a rare moment of weakness. he caught up to you, looking down with a gaze that was uncharacteristically soft and full of yearning. “you’re scarily smart. and i’m... suddenly very interested in whatever you’re talking about. actually, i’m just interested in you. give me a chance? i promise i’m more than just a pretty face. let me buy you a drink and you can tell me how wrong i am about everything. and maybe degrade me a little.”
#3 obara yutaka
obara was trying to drink a carton of milk while walking when he saw you. you were sitting under a tree, reading a book on mechanical engineering, looking so focused and beautiful that he missed his straw and ended up spilling milk all over his chin.
you looked up, saw the mess, and immediately pulled a tissue from your bag, walking over to help him. “are you okay?” you asked, dabbing at his face. obara felt like he was floating in space. the proximity was too much; the scent of your shampoo was like a drug. he felt his brain stall.
“i’m a mess,” he blurted out, staring at you with pure, unadulterated adoration. “i’m a total disaster, but you’re... you’re gorgeous. i can’t believe you’re real. please, don’t stop looking at me. can i take you to lunch? i’ll try not to spill anything on myself next time, i promise. i just... i really need to see you again.”
#7 koganegawa kanji
kogane was practicing his sets in the gym when a stray ball went out the window. he ran out to get it and saw you catching it in the courtyard. you threw it back with a perfect spiral, your hair blowing behind you and a competitive glint in your eye.
kogane was finished. his heart detonated. he sprinted over to you, stopping inches from your face, his eyes sparkling with a level of energy that was borderline concerning. you laughed, totally charmed by his giant, enthusiastic energy.
“YOU’RE SO COOL!” he yelled, then immediately covered his mouth, blushing. “i mean—wow. you’re amazing. your form was perfect! i think i’m in love with you! can we be together? wait, that’s too fast. can we go on a date? i’ll buy you the biggest ice cream in the city! please! i’ve never felt this ‘zing’ before but it’s happening right now!”
#8 onagawa tarō
onagawa was leaning against the wall, mentally critiquing fashion violations, until he saw you. you were a mess of paint-stained fabric and measuring tapes, looking frantic yet beautiful. his internal monologue died instantly, replaced by a heartbeat that felt like a club remix. he didn’t care about “perfect” style anymore; he just cared about you.
onagawa knelt to retrieve a dropped pin near your shoe, his eyes scanning your face with desperate intensity. “i’ve spent all day looking at people and seeing nothing,” he whispered, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “but looking at you, i’m seeing everything. i’m onagawa tarō, and i’m losing my mind over you. let me help you carry this, and then let me buy you some takoyaki? i think i’ve been waiting for you my whole life."
#11 fukiage jingo
fukiage was used to being the background guy, the silent support. then he saw you. you were the new assistant for the shop class, methodically cleaning the tools with a look of peaceful satisfaction.
he watched the way you handled the equipment with respect. he felt a deep, grounding pull in his gut. it wasn’t a flash of lightning; it was the feeling of coming home. you looked up and offered him a shy, sweet smile, acknowledging his presence in a way that made him feel seen.
he walked over, his large frame casting a shadow over the workbench. he didn’t say much, but the way he looked at you was heavy with devotion. “you’re doing a good job,” he rumbled softly. “and you... you’re very beautiful. i don’t say much, but i’d like to say things to you. will you go to the festival with me? i’d really like the chance to be the one you smile at.”
#13 sakunami kosuke
sakunami was trying to reach a high shelf in the equipment room when you walked in. you saw him struggling, smiled softly, and used a nearby stool to grab the item for him.
“here you go,” you said, your voice like sugar.
sakunami felt his entire world turn upside down. you were so kind, so observant, and so gorgeous that he felt his chest tighten. he wanted to be big for you; he wanted to be your hero. he took the item, his face burning, and looked at you with a sincerity that was almost painful.
“thank you,” he whispered, his eyes locked on yours. “you’re... you’re really amazing. i can’t stop looking at you. i know i’m not the biggest guy, but i promise i’ll look out for you if you give me a chance. could i... could i take you for a walk? i just really don’t want this moment to end.”
→ the taxi’s next route is to fukurodani academy, get in!
n: futakuchi reacts like that, trust me. AND I FUCKING HATE TUMBLR, I KEEP UPLOADING SHIT WITHOUT EDITING WSYDEFGRYFED
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