Can you write an imagine for my boy, Mitsuba, where he is still alive and he falls in love with an upbeat female reader?
sure! here goes~
hope you enjoy the story!
-mod mitsuba 🌸✨
note:
• (y/n) = your name
• mitsuba's alive appearence is referenced from picture perfect arc
• mitsuba's alive personality is the one he changed into after middle-school (quiet and kind)
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[alive!mitsuba x upbeat female! reader]
❝A Summer's Rain❞
Rain in summer never came off as a surprise anymore, the clear blue sky would transform into the cluster of grey clouds in less than a minute, and then came the raindrops, pouring down, giving no chances to students unsheltered. Soon there is nothing but the footsteps splashed into ponds of water, and the yelling from one and another to gather under a small ceiling.
(Y/N) was no exception to the other students, of course. She quickly rushed to the closest shelter as the rain poured down without a warning. Sighing deeply, she flickered off the raindrops on her shoulders and hair, glancing up to the grey sky, "I wonder just when the rain will stop..." she tilted her head aside, "I wonder if there's something fun that can be done in this weather too~ "
The sound of a camera clicked as the rain continued to fall. Once, and twice, the camera clicked, (Y/N)'s curiousity grew as the camera continued to click, she took a quick glance around her and found the source of the sounds.
It was a young boy. His rosy hair covered his left cheek completely, it was only when the wind lifted up his bangs gently, (Y/N) was able to see the same rosy orbs under his hair. She caught herself staring at the male figure as he adjusted the camera lens skillfully, moved it closer to his eye, then pressed the shutter again. The young male inspected the photo he had taken, then upholds the camera once again, aimlessly searching for a target. (Y/N) wondered if she had seen him at school before, perhaps he had been from another class? Or mayhaps he was a new student? Either way, she had no memory of this boy, which was strange to her, as she knew most people from the school due to her outgoing nature.
(Y/N) sneaked up behind him, tilting her head to the side a little, attempting to get a glimpse of what he had been taking pictures of, but she couldn't see anything from behind. Still interested, she takes a few steps and swang her body in front of the lens, grinning, "Hello! What are you taking pictures of?"
The boy jumped, the camera in his hand fell out and the shutter clicked as he made an attempt to catch it in his hands, startled, he answered, "A-Ah... Hello? I'm not really taking a picture of anything..." He looked away, his hand held onto his camera tightly as he spoke, every word quieter as his sentence went on.
(Y/N) smiled at him, "Is that so? You seemed to be taking lots of pictures! What were they?" She paused for a moment before asking some more questions, "Also, I have never seen you around before! Are you a new student? When did you come to this school?"
The boy seemed somewhat uncomfortable to reply to these questions, "Just random things...I'm in the photography club, so these photos are for club activities... And I'm not new, I have been here since the beginning of the semester..."
"Is that so?" (Y/N) scratched her head, somewhat regreting what she had asked, as the boy was almost tearing up, it seemed, "Well... I can still get to know you now, can't I? Hehe, I'm (Y/N)! From class 1-B! Let's get along!"
His eyes widened a little, averting gaze, "I'm Mitsuba, Mitsuba Sousuke." His cheeks tinted pink a little, his voice softening, "Nice to meet you too."
✧
After (Y/N)'s first meeting with Mitsuba, she often went to his class to visit him. At first, he seemed surprised by her appearence all the time, but gradually he begun to get used to (Y/N)'s presence, or perhaps even enjoyed her company.
It was only after (Y/N) had heard his name that she started to regain some memory about him, Mitsuba Sousuke, the boy who had won several awards in photography, in fact, he should be quite famous around the campus. Yet it was strange as not many knew Mitsuba, as if they had forgotten his existence; as if he was invisible to them.
(Y/N) thought it was a shame, really, she had always found it fun to talk to him, though most of the time she was the one doing the most of the talking. Sure, Mitsuba was quiet, and perhaps not very social, but he was a polite, kind boy who always made (Y/N) feel at ease.
On top of ease, prehaps there was a little something else too.
Was it his quiet chuckles, or his smile, too? Perhaps it was the way he spoke so softly, so carefully to her. Or maybe was it his expression of satisfication after taking a good photo? (Y/N) ran these questions in her head as she recalled all the memories she had made with him, and found her heart racing just a little bit faster than usual.
✧
Mitsuba also found himself thinking about (Y/N) a lot more then usual. She had already became a daily routine, a part of his school life; something that made him feel warm, something that made him feel special.
Some days during breaks, he'd unconsciously look for a silhouette at the door, someone who'd bursts in and call out his name despite the presence of so many others. He'd listen for footsteps, the skipping steps or even the humming of a tune, and he often found himself sitting up straight, tugging on his hair nervously as these sounds enclosed.
Even when Mitsuba and (Y/N) held just a tiny conversation, Mitsuba found himself fluttered, his face painted over with the same rosy colour of his hair. He found himself looking away, reluctant to look into (Y/N)'s eyes, afraid to stand too close to her.
If he did that, she might have heard how his heart pounded against his chest. She might have heard his little thoughts, noticed his embarrassment.
Mitsuba buried his head into his arms, he felt his face heat up even just thinking about (Y/N), he murmured her name, once, and twice, and again and again.
✧
One of these days, the rain poured down once again. The raindrops dripped from the ceiling and hits the concrete ground rhythmically, as if orchestrating a song of the rain.
It is on these days (Y/N) remembers her first meeting with Mitsuba, in the downpour of a summer's rain, in the click-clack of the raindrops to the sound of camera shutters. She shuts her eyes and allowed the rain's music to embrace her ears, then a familiar shutter rang again.
She called out his name, and he turned around, his lips curved upwards as she slipped to his side. "Hehe~ Found you again!" (Y/N) grinned as she tugged onto the boy's sleeve, "You must like rainy weather, don't you? Seeing that you're always taking pictures on days like this!"
He covered his face with his palm a little, then murmured something she couldn't hear, she asked for what he had said, but he refused to tell her.
Mitsuba reached into his pocket and takes out an envelope, he handed it to (Y/N) carefully, and before (Y/N) could even ask what it had been for, the boy had already ran away and drenched himself in the rain.
She opened the envelope, it was a blurry photo of her he had accidentally took on their first meeting. She chuckled remembering that moment, "How nostalgic~ Summer's now coming to an end too." (Y/N) then flipped the photo, and surprisingly, there seemed to be something Mitsuba had handwritten:
"That summer's rain
Brought my first love to me,
There it bloomed magenta lilacs,
Under the symphony of raindrops,
And may I hope once again,
For the fall of the summer rain,
To bring you to my side."
