please ignore this requests aren’t open, i’ve just seen people ask for the drabble prompts!!! could you do 6 with jiro?
Tears: What does the character do when they accidentally make you cry.
It was a very unfortunate accident.
Jiro had just been doing what most teenagers his age do, screwing around with his friends, skating on things he shouldn’t be to test his skills, getting yelled at by adults who hopefully didn’t know his brother. He couldn’t help but want to let loose especially after working so hard day in and out; he’d be apologetic later if he had to be but the laughter he shared with his friends made him feel so much lighter. He wasn’t paying attention as much as he should’ve been, not realizing until it was too late that he was speeding toward an innocent civilian.
Of course it had to be you. The person who never spoke to him, who moved like a ghost through the halls, but who always drew his eye. You had only exchanged a few polite greetings and he'd asked you a question once in class just to hear your voice, but Jiro has had a crush on you for longer than he can remember.
It makes this situation that much more mortifying.
You’re sent crashing to the ground in the blink of an eye, the fear causing tears to gather more than any pain. Jiro had managed to direct the skateboard elsewhere and while he couldn’t stop himself from knocking into you, he planted his hands on the ground to brace himself and to stop his own body from crushing you. It brings you eye-to-eye with him so he can see the pain and scared look you’re giving him, your lower lip quivering as you tried to silently get yourself together for the sake of not embarrassing yourself in front of a bunch of rowdy high school boys.
His friends are calling out to him and urging him to just get up and come back to them but he waved them off, thinking it was probably time to head home for the day.
“H-hey…” Jiro rubbed the back of his head, wincing at the friction on his skinned palms, “I didn’t mean to- I mean, I’m sorry that I…”
You’re still sniffling but you nodded at him, looking at his other hand that’s extended to you.
“Did I hurt you? D-Do you need me to-?” He was going to ask if he should get the first-aid kit from his house but there’s a suddenly anxiousness that overcomes him; if he took you home then you’d meet his bratty little brother who would make him look even worse. He’d already ruined his chances of you seeing him as anything other than a bumbling oaf, he didn’t need Saburo to make your impression so bad you’d walk in the opposite direction whenever he approached.
“I’m okay,” You mumbled, wiping the dirt off your own clothes, “Your skateboard… If you don’t get it, it might get ran over.”
Jiro panicked for a moment, rushing to the street to grab his board before it met a fate worse than death; he’d really have a hard time explaining to Ichiro what happened there. Still, he didn’t feel much like riding it anymore, letting it hang uselessly at his side.
“I have to make it up to you somehow, right?” Jiro sighed as he tried to wrack his brain, wondering if it would be rude to ask to ‘phone a friend’ aka call Ichiro to find the best solution. “Uh, I could… Uh, make you lunch?”
“But I gotta apologize properly…” Jiro sighed again, “Look, I’ll make something extra good. Your lunches for a week, okay? Look forward to it!”
Did he even know how to cook…?
It looked like you were going to find out one way or another.