warnings/notes! | comfort, fluff, mizuki ultimate wingman, mentions of reader having a fear of cramped spaces, the two of you... are locked in the janitors closet...?
(a/n) ha. h aha a thank you @eaeaeasaggresively for this perfectly fine not awkward writing prompt at alllllll ajodsflksme ♡ the plot is all over the place send help
"…Great."
Just how did you get into this situation?
You had your head pressed against Rui's chest, so close together that you could hear his steady heartbeat from where you leaned against him, your back pushed to the cold tiled wall behind you.
"…Rui??"
"Stay still."
Everything had gone great until about 2 hours prior.
"Oh! Hey, over here!" Someone's voice called out to you, one that was high-pitched and one that you recognized. Turning around, you spotted a head of pink. Mizuki waved to you, grinning. "I have a favor to ask of you!"
"What is it this time?" You sounded exasperated, but you didn't care - Mizuki had the tendency to be… a bit of a mischievous person. Yet again, you suspected that they had something up their sleeve.
"Awww, what's with that mean tone? I just wanted to ask you to fetch me something, is all!" Mizuki's playful expression didn't change one bit as they feigned a hurt expression.
"Go on…"
"I left one of my hairpins in the janitor's closet a while back! It should be on the shelf... Please, please, pleaseee, can you get it for me??" Mizuki made a praying motion with their hands, staring up at you with pleading eyes.
"Why was it in there in the first place…? And isn't going into the janitor's closet prohibited...?"
"Uh… Ah… I did a favor for him a while back and uh… my hair was all messed up so… Just don't think too much about it, okay? Now hurry up and grab it before you'll be late!" They laughed awkwardly, using both hands to shove you out of the room forcefully before shutting it in your face. They gave you a little wave as you set off, grinning.
You stood there for a moment in utter silent. "...what... what was that all about...?" You paused for a little while longer, before heading down the empty hallways slowly and stopping when you reached the large door that lead to the said place.
"...Hello?"
Silence.
Creaking open the door, you saw the expected scene, a couple of chairs strewn about the cramped space, a broom, mop, bucket and other cleaning items in the corner and against the walls, and a couple of grey binders leaning against the wall. The entire space was dimly lit, light so poor that you could barely see anything, and you searched the wall for the light switch.
As your fingers graced against the familiar shape in the darkness, about to flick it on, something grabbed you from the shadows, and all of a sudden, you heard the click of the door behind you and the hushed breathing of the someone holding onto you.
"Let me g-!"
"Ssshh." You recognized the lilting tone, and the feeling of someone pressing a finger to your lips. Their skin was cold to the touch. Footsteps sounded outside the door, the long shadows stopping for a moment in front of the entrance before continuing onwards at a brisk pace.
The two of you stayed quiet for a minute or two longer before the man behind you finally let out a pent up sigh. "All clear," he said, releasing his hold on you. "You can talk now."
That familiar voice... you flinched at your realization, acknowledging the sudden heat that rose to your face. "Rui??"
"Hehe, oh, have I been found out?" There was a satisfying click as the man himself turned on the light, illuminating the room. From where you sat, bottom pressed to the cold ground, you could see his tall figure and mischievous expression. "I didn't scare you, did I?"
"Not at all, why would you? After all, it's not like I walked into a dark room, got grabbed by some unknown man, then got told to be quiet..." You sighed exasperatedly, but you knew you couldn't stay mad at the purple-haired man.
“Sorry~”
You knew he wasn’t sorry from the expression on his face.
You knew he just wanted to get a reaction out of you. He had said it himself a while before. “You’re just too cute when you’re mad, you know. I cant help it.”
You had turned bright red at that time, cursing immediately before hiding your face behind your hair. Rui, on the other hand, had laughed throughout it all, seeming quite pleased with himself. Sure, it annoyed you, but that was the way Rui was.
Now, as you stared up at him with an air of shock, he grinned. “Hehe, did you miss me that much? It looks like you can’t take your eyes off of me.”
"Stop flattering yourself." Face burning, you glanced about the space. "Why are you here in the first place?"
"Huh? Oh, Mizuki wanted me to go find one of her hairpins."
"..."
"...Something wrong?"
"...Ah. I see. So I've been played."
Rui seemed perplexed for a moment, but that expression quickly changed into one trying to hold back laughter. "You don't mean..."
"That's right. I was supposed to go find their hairpin too. Mizuki... they set us up." Scowling, you sighed, glancing at the shelf that they had said it would be on. As expected, there was nothing.
Rui chuckled quietly at your efforts, before shrugging nonchalantly. "Then should we leave? We can skip class together." The man began striding to the door, reaching out his hand to grasp the knob. "I have some secret places I'd like to show you..." He paused as he voice trailed off, freezing as his hand jiggled the knob to no avail. The door remained in place, and as the male tried again, his face slowly devolved into one of absolute dismay.
From behind him, you could barely see a thing past his tall figure, and you stood on your tippie toes in an attempt to find out what was causing Rui so much trouble. "Hey, what's happening?"
"Ah..." Rui turned around, face pale and grim as he smiled awkwardly. "We... may or not be locked in here."
"...You're kidding... right?"
It wasn't like you didn't hear him, more like you wouldn't hear him, as you stepped aside him and faced the door yourself. Grabbing ahold of the knob, you twisted with all of your might and shoved forward.
Nothing.
Glancing down, you saw that the brass knob was smooth - no locking mechanisms... yet, the closet was always locked...
"...The door locks from the outside with a key, doesn't it..." Realization slowly began to dawn on your features as you took a stumbling step backwards, bumping into Rui in the process - at which you tried not to think too much about. Trembling, you glanced up at him with large eyes. "R-Rui- I'm too y-young to die-! Am...Am I going to be trapped in here until I wither away??"
You couldn't help the terrified edge that creeped into your voice. Tight spaces, or just cramped places in general, always freaked you out. The feeling of no escape, walls all around so close you're suffocating... None of it was conscious. But you could feel your breath hitch and heart race as you alternated between staring up at Rui for reassurance and desperately glancing around the room for another exit.
"Hey." His voice was soft as you felt his hand gently take yours. With his other, he took your chin and guided your trembling face towards his so that you had no choice but to look at him. "You... You're claustrophobic, aren't you...?"
You made no movements of protest against his actions, already far too absorbed in your terror. "I..." Breathing heavily, you sighed. "Was it that obvious?" He's looking at you intently - all too closely, and it does nothing to help the tears that are welling up in your eyes. As they spill down the sides of your face unwillingly, Rui just sighs and embraces you tighter.
in a field of daisies, there were two childhood friends. they met in middle school, as two people who struggle with their identity do.
she had brown hair, cropped to the shoulders she tiredly bore. when she had the energy, she would pull three strands of the mess of hair to braid them. this braid usually fell to the left side. people would say it felt on the right side, which she had to correct in order to get things straight. she was always correcting things. but she doesn’t want to admit that.
lying next to her was, simply, her.
her hair was a bubblegum pink, tied in twin tails with yellow bows her mom may have made for her. who knows? but her soft pink eyes always managed to grasp the attention of everyone around her. these eyes her face perfectly bore were just…breathtaking.
they both had the same fashion sense, the same (no, similar, she could never compare to her,) personality, but dreams they had clashed against against one another non-rhythmically.
she wanted to be an artist, pursing drawing and painting more than ever. and she had a younger brother. it was true that he sucked, but not as much as their dad. she vowed, inwardly, to be better than her dad as an artist and as a person.
the house that her family lived in was nothing less than chaotic. her youngest sibling was one tiny one, who also aspired to be an idol just like her “favorite big sis!” jesus, her younger sister didn’t know how many sacrifices herself would make to get there, just like how her mind was like back then.
in a field of daisies, she confessed her love for her.
it was a warm spring day. the warmth couldn’t compare to how warm (and pink!) her cheeks were. and guess what?
she thought that her immediate reaction would be to leave her, like everyone else she had loved before.
if only she knew, her love for ena would never fade away.
daisies die, but airi would love the artist ‘till the end of time.
