Would you want to write anything for Michiru from BNA? Maybe something where Michiru meets the reader (f or g/n) during the festival and then later at a cafe, where reader works, during a slow day? Their relationship could be platonic or romantic after a little bit. Maybe Michiru keeps going back and getting the same drink order and one day goes to the cafe with Shirou and reader gets a little more quiet that day leading to Michiru asking her out on a date? I just can’t find very much for her and I really love her lol. Thanks and hope you have a great day :)
Sweeter Than Sweet (Michiru Kagemori x Reader)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗢 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗬. 𝗜 𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗜𝗧 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗘𝗕𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗛. 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁!! 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 !! :}
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
You handed her a candy apple, and ever since then she’s been hooked.
It was a quick handoff. In fact, she didn’t even see you until a couple of seconds after it all went down. All she felt was someone bumping her shoulder- not unusual for a crowded festival, but harder than expected. Michiru felt herself stumble for a few seconds before she whipped her head to the side, ready to confront the culprit. What she didn’t expect, however, was the stick of the tasty treat being shoved into her hand. For a second, the girl was dumbfounded, wondering how could something like that could ever happen. Then she looked up.
And with the sweetest smiles, you gave her a quick wink and disappeared into the crowd. She wanted to chase after you. She wanted to thank you for this small act of kindness. And most of all? She wanted to know your name just so she can see that sweet smile of yours again. Instead, her feet just stayed rooted into the ground, just watching you leave.
The sounds of the festival start to blend in with the background. She’s been running for so long. But the candy apple in her hand feels like a weight, keeping her here. Asking her to stay. And so maybe, just maybe…
She’ll stay long enough to see you again.
The incident at Rabbit Town made her feel cold.
The walk back to the Beastman co-op was silent for her. All she could do was wrap her arms around her torso and tug her jacket closer. It doesn’t mimic the way her parents used to hold her. Or the way she used to throw her arm around Nazuna. It reminds her that she’s not a kid anymore. She doesn’t have the innocence of the little ones that she was teaching earlier today. Well, the innocence they had before they were thrust into that situation, at least.
With a sigh, Michiru looks up at the skyline and takes in the neon-multicolor beauty of the tall, tall buildings and the bustling streets. The people on the street sometimes give her a weird look because of her transformed state, but her mind is too far away to care. Noise buzzes in and out of her sensitive ears, but she keeps walking onwards- hoping for the right way- with her head hung low and her mood reflective.
It’s only been one day since she got here. Twenty-four hours since she’s arrived in Anima City, and she can’t help but wonder if it ever gets better. For her. For those kids. For anyone, really. The moment flashes back in her mind. The chilling realization that she was going to be sold . That she was watching someone sell her and a bunch of defenseless children. Those people those kids as nothing but dollar amounts to save their own hide. So what if the women of rabbit town were stuck in the position that they were in because they were victims of hard times. Those were children that they were dealing with. If she wasn’t there with them. If no one was there with them, who knows what would happen to them. They’re horrible. All of them. It’s like they’re no better than the very humans that would all of Beastman kind down. These adults. These cruel adults- no, this cruel world. They’re all the same. They’re all-
There’s a quiet voice to Michiru’s right, slightly behind her. The girl stops should in the middle of the sidewalk, her body growing rigid at the sudden sound. For a second, the tanuki girl even wonders if she’s the one being addressed. But when she slowly turns her neck to see where the voice is coming from, her body feels heavy like molasses. There’s something keeping her down. Something telling her to slow down. That things can be deceiving. Blind trust led her ashtray once today. There’s no way she can let it happen to her again.
And then all of a sudden, a laugh.
A soft yet joyous sound. It makes Michiru think of bells. And somehow…
It’s enough to give her hope.
The tanuki girl spins on her heel, whipping around so fast that her jacket catches some wind behind her. But her eyes widen at the sight before you. Because it’s not the gorgeous, vast skyline that reminds her of cities back home that catches her attention. Nor was it the warm, warm, warm-looking cafe that she somehow managed to completely overlook as she was walking by. No . It was the figure standing it front of the cafe that caught her attention. With their hair messy yet out of the way. With their sweater underneath their flour-stained apron. With a sweeter than sweet smile on their face. And a candy apple tucked in their hand.
“Why don’t you come in while I fix you something to drink?” Your voice has a soft lilt to it, instantly doing something to Michiru’s previous state. Your hand moves a little forward as if offering the candy apple in your hands to her. Your eyes meet hers- and the girl is so close, she swears she can see stars twinkle in your eyes. Deep down, Michiru can’t help but wonder what beastman form you take. Whatever it is, it must be beautiful. It has to be if it’s connected to a kind soul like you. “You look like you can use a pick me up, huh?”
Maybe the whole world isn’t so bad. Michiru thinks to herself as she takes another step forward.
Maybe it’s not so bad if there are still people like you.
Your beastman form is a floppy-eared bunny.
Michiru found that out by accident when she sneaked behind you on her sixth trip to the cafe you worked out. It was another slow day. Only one or two patrons as Michiru walked in. She could spot you easily- humming to yourself as you were whipping intently at the front countertops, lost in your own world. Tiptoeing carefully, she stepped closer and closer and closer until she was just a breath away. And when you still didn’t seem to notice her, Michiru reached out and suddenly grabbed at your hips, nearly tickling your sides.
Luckily, you didn’t have anything valuable in your hands. But you did yelp as you practically jumped out of your skin. And the tanuki girl would have apologized for what she did. She really, really would have. Honest! But there’s something about the way you looked as your floppy speckled ears hung down over your pouting face. And how your nose twitches while your leg thumped to show your melting frustration at the laughing girl.
What? It’s not Michiru’s fault that you were just so cute.
“Hmph.” You huff with your arms crossed over your chess. You wouldn’t look at her. “For here or to-go Michi.”
You’re not mad. Michiru can tell by the way you still use that affectionate nickname for her. But the way your nose kept twitching, even after you transformed back was something to die for. It took everything in her not cooing at you while you poured the milk for her hot chocolate. You met her eyes for a second as you began stirring in the chocolate and gave out a little “humph” as you turned on your heel and disappeared to the back to get her one of the warm, sweet, delicious cookies that always reminded her of him. And when you came back?
That sweeter than sweet smile is back on your face.
Weeks go by, and visits just keep getting better and better.
Sometimes Michiru is your first customer on your early morning shift. You fix her a mocha- with two shots of chocolate and one shot of vanilla, just the way she likes it- with a sleepy look on your face. You slip her a bagel in the toaster and yawn as you ask her if she wants something on it. And you’ll sit with her with your own cup in your hand, stealing its warmth as you two bask in the silence, mutually trying not to fall asleep.
Sometimes, she’s your anchor during the lunch rush. She’s come in and you’ll already be writing typing out her order on the computer- the same sandwich that only she and a few others order with a medium lemonade to beat out the Anima City heat- before she even makes it to the counter. She has your exact change ready, and you always managed to make a quip about how its a little out of character like that plan ahead. She’s huff playfully, and on her way out, she’ll call over her shoulder about how you didn’t have to be so mean. But you just pretend like you don’t hear her. You know you’ll get a floppy ear full of it later.
And sometimes, she’s your closer customer. Eating scraps of today’s bakery treats of the bakery treats that were about to be thrown out for the next day as you fixed her a warm apple cider. She appreciates your insistence on no caffeine late at night and appreciates it, even more, when you lock the door, dim the lights and eat brownies for dinner with her as you both share stories about your day. Michiru always offers to help you clean up, and even though you always say no, the tanuki girl always manages to talk you into at least wiping down all the tables.
And when you’re both officially done, the two of you are still chatting to the very last second, only saying goodbye when your feet hurt from standing at the corner in which you both turn to go your separate ways.
It was a slow afternoon so every chime of the bell had you on your feet. But this time, your eyes were wide as Michiru caught them, waving over at your figure behind the counter as she pulled in Shiro behind her. The tanuki girl didn’t bother listening to the man’s flat grumbles, only deciding to silently fawn over just how cute you look- tilting your head in your uniform with a confused look on your face.
She had been visiting your store for a while now, and when Shiro asked her this morning where she would always disappear off to, she thought it would be nice to bring him over here so the two of you could meet. After all, you and him and two out of the three most important people in Anima City to her! Now if only Nazuna wasn’t so busy all the time…
By the time the two of them had made it past all the tables and got to your counter, your confused look and changed into a look of mild fear and anxiousness. It was easy to tell you were off your game. If not by the way you accidentally transformed by the sight of his teeth, then just how quiet you were being as you took their orders. Every chance she got, Michiru always had you talking up a storm as she visited your workplace. But it seemed the chatterbox in you died today. Because why else would you shaking asked when you asked “A-a-are you sure?” to Shiro’s order of straight black coffee.
By the time the whole ordeal was over, you had almost spilled his order twice and nearly forgotten half the menu as you took the order of the person behind them. It was weird seeing you like this- you were usually always so calm and composed. It was like you were home where the drink machines and the pastry ovens were. Now it’s like your boss who accidentally tugged your ears again, roughing you up like you’re one of her sons rather than just another teenager working for pocket change. You’re flustered and off-balance. Though Michiru can’t lie- she did laugh once or twice you messed up a little too cutely for her taste. And she always laughed when you shot her an angry pout before trying to recover from your latest mishap.
But eventually, one person in the line turned to two. And two into five and five into ten, and suddenly you’re starting to drown in work. Michiru obeys silently as Shiro tells her that it’s probably best that they leave you to your job. They practically slip past the sudden rush of customers unnoticed until Michiru gets to the door. She hesitates- just for a second in a last-ditch effort to do something , the tanuki girl finds herself turning around to catch your eye and-
You’re already looking at her.
‘Later,’ you mouth to her as you write a name on another coffee cup. Michiru nods at you, a smile growing on her own face as that sweeter than sweet smile that she loves you for makes its way onto your lips.
Later can’t seem to come soon enough, huh?
Later comes five minutes after closing time.
Michiru is racing down the street to the shop because she knows today is one of the days you lock up so she has to get there while you’re done for the day, but you’re not out of sight. And just to her luck, when she’s scrambling to turn down a corner, she sees you. Far away, but so obviously you as you focus on locking the door and making sure it’s shut tight. And she calls out your name, the concentration breaks, and you look at her.
Michiru stops only a few feet away from you, leaning over and panting from sprinting for so long. Your giggle is quiet and oh so cute. Almost as cute as the way you reach out and take her hands off her knees and hold them in your own. The tanuki girl brings her face up to yours and she can’t help but be captured by the soft look in your eyes. Your lips twitch- it’s not another pout. She knows you too well to say that it’s not another pout. Instead, it’s nervousness. Some of that same frazzledness that she saw in your earlier today. And it reminds Michiru vaguely of her time as a beastman before she could escape to Anima City. Being afraid and alone in a world filled with hateful adults and having no one to hold her. But now... things are different.
“ Michi …um...” Your voice is nothing short of a murmur as you lean forward and rest your forehead against hers. Michiru draws a sharp breath, questions burning on her tongue, but your shyness has somehow managed to shut her up for now. You’re swallowing nervously, lips parts as the two of your share each other’s warmth, and some giddy part of Michiru melts at this. At the affection of another girl her age. The affection of a very, very pretty girl. “Michiru do you wanna…um...do you wanna...”
But now...things are better.
“Um... Doyouwannagooutwithmesometimenextweek?!”
You and that sweeter than sweet smile of yours.
