Yo I saw some anons thirsty for some Touko, and I, a writer and fellow girl lover, am always thirsty for some more Touko as well, so I thought I could contribute some, since you’re all probably too busy to actually fanficton or any drabbles right now! ~ sparklearmstrong
Imagine being an aspiring writer, you’re inexperienced but you have potential, so you decide to go out and get some experience to hone your skills. You decide to join a writing group. A few weeks pass and everything is going good, you’ve become more skillful with your writing, and your new friends have even been pushing you to write a book. One day, however, they announce they’re going to have a special guest, a famous romance author. You’ve never really been a fan of romance novels, but you decide it would be nice to get some tips from an actual author. As you look through your bag to make sure you had everything to take notes, the author walked in. You look up and you’re shocked to find yourself staring at your old classmate, Touko Fukawa. She seems nervous, but that’s nothing new. As her eyes land on you, she seems equally as shocked. “Touko?!” “_-_____?!” You both exclaim, pointing at each other childishly. Everyone in the group look between you two in confusion. “I didn’t know you were an author!” You exclaim. Touko’s eye twitches as she quickly looks at the ground. “R-really? It WAS my talent and all…” She responds in annoyance. But before you can reply, she’s talking again. “Doesn’t matter, n-not like I expected you to remember me.” She waves her hand dismissively, dropping the subject and taking her place, letting everyone ask her questions while she cowered in her chair. You didn’t ask her anything and waited for the meeting to be over. Once it was, you caught her before she could leave. “Hey Touko, I’m sorry I didn’t know that was your talent.” You laugh sheepishly. Touko’s quiet for a moment, then looks up at you, her expression just as sheepish as yours. “W-well, to be fair, I didn’t learn yours either.” She laughs airily. You laugh too, then hold your hand out to her. “I know, how about we go get dinner together and forget this happened?” Touko looks at you in shock, a quick ‘eep!’ escaping her. “R-really…?” She asks shyly, pressing the tips of your fingers together as she refused to meet your eyes. You quickly reassure her, telling her you’d never lie about going on a date with her. She’s quiet for a moment, her cheeks becoming a lovely red, before she takes your still extended hand, mumbling a soft “Then I’d love to.”