Summary: Yuuta decides to question Miren when he chose to ruin his weekly gardening session. So Miren's only solution at the time was to offer him food.
Warning(s): Yuuta, their relationship is left ambiguous, Yuuta being an overprotective plant daddy, Yuuta is implied to be a big clean freak, Miren is genuinely afraid of him, potential ooc moments
{ Apologies for any out of character moments }
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Yuuta was having a wonderful time.
Gardening was a passion of his. A comfort he'd confide in whenever there came a time when he just needed to create a rift between himself and the rest of the world.
His touch against the white rose in his hand was gentle, a contrast to the proud and devious smile on his face.
"I'll never understand why Heartslabyul doesn't just leave these roses white…. Probably something I forgot about from the movie." Yuuta murmured, feeling rather petty enough to chop off the red roses instead of the white ones.
He knew Riddle would've given him a lecture over the rules of the queen of hearts, but honestly, Yuuta could hardly care less.
His gloves were like a second skin to him, something that was conceived when he was born.
He hummed, touching the lotus in his hands."My symbol of wealth…." He fought back another chuckle before he continued walking around the botanical garden.
He had managed to narrowly avoid disturbing Leona's regular naps, as well as managing to convince Grim that he'd chop him in half if he ever did anything to disturb his gardening.
But unfortunately for the young man, Miren ended up bumping into him as he was wandering around the botanical garden.
And that irked Yuuta. He sent Miren a scowl, along with showing the vein on his forehead.
Miren blinked with wide eyes for only a moment.
"I-I apologize…"
Yuuta clicked his tongue, visibly annoyed."You better be. You interrupted my alone time." The tone in Yuuta's voice was enough for Miren to understand one thing.
That gardening meant more to Yuuta than he initially thought.
Miren gulped, "Sorry…" he muttered, looking away from Yuuta's direction with a nervous smile.
Yuuta's eyes narrowed. He put the watering can he had been holding to cross his arms. He looked down at Miren like he was a mere speck of dust that needed to be removed.
The cold stare he gave him had Miren realize another thing. That Yuuta should never be disturbed whenever he's gardening.
After those fleeting moments of total silence, Miren gulped and cleared his throat.
Yuuta arched a brow at him."What now?" He questioned, appearing impatient for whatever Miren had to say.
Miren had to take a breath before he could respond."I… Can offer you food." He suggested.
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Yuuta's lips parted once he said those words, but Miren noticed how unimpressed he was with his suggestion. Which… Is unsurprising.
"Seriously?"
"Y-Yeah-"
"Food isn't gonna change the fact that you've ruined my mood, you utter disturbance."
It was Miren's turn to narrow his eyes."This guy is more easily irritated than I thought…" he muttered as quietly as he could.
"What was that?" Unfortunately for him, Yuuta had managed to hear him.
"Nothing!- Uh- How about you just try the food?"
Although Yuuta turned away from Miren, he kept eye contact with them."Depends. What kind of food is it?" Yuuta's voice sounded like he was requesting an immediate answer.
To which Miren gladly obliged, just so he doesn't get even more upset at him. So he held the food he was holding out for Yuuta to see.
"Donkkaseu, it's basically a breaded pork cutlet…" Miren stated. His smile became even more awkward, and he didn't know how Yuuta would respond.
In response, Yuuta pursed his lips."Seriously? That's your offering for my forgiveness?" Yuuta criticized.
Now Miren was starting to get a little more than pissed at the taller young man in front of him."It's not like I bring a feast everywhere I go." He retaliated, deciding to show a little more of his annoyance.
"Oh please. Aren't you a good cook?"
"Of course you know I am, I'm literally the one who makes breakfast."
Yuuta rolled his eyes."That doesn't change the fact that food isn't gonna be the solution to my bitter mood."
This time? It was Miren's turn to have an unnaturally visible vein on his forehead.
"Just eat the damn food, Yuuta."
Frustrated by his insistence, Yuuta took the donkkaseu from Miren's hands and shoved it into his mouth.
And immediately Miren noticed the change in his expression.
His eyes softened and his face didn't look as irritated after the first couple of bites. And his neutrality transitioned into having literal sparkles in his eyes.
After swallowing the donkkaseu, Yuuta felt a faint blush on his cheeks and looked away.
Miren saw this as an opportunity to affectionately make fun of him.
"You liked it, didn't you?"
"No comment."
Miren didn't fight back his snort."C'mon, Yuuta. Admit it already."
"Absolutely not."
"You've got to be- Yuuta, just admit that you like the donkkaseu. It isn't that difficult."
After what felt like hours of bickering, Yuuta groaned as he rolled his eyes. Miren was surprised his eyes weren't stuck at the back of his head from how many times he's rolled them.
But at least his answer was worth it. For Miren, at least.
"F-Fine….. I guess I did like it a lot more than I thought."
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Hi UiO! I'm really sorry that this took a long time for me to answer, writer's block hasn't exactly been kind to me ^^|| Another thing I'd like to apologize for is the potential ooc moments and the writing quality of the oneshot. I was genuinely excited to finish my WIP of this(Because its Yuren) oneshot, but I hope it wasn't too bad for you! I hope you enjoy this oneshot, even if the writing quality isn't the best ^^ (Also I was listening to Ifuudoudou while writing this-)
Finished writing my first pegoban fic. A drabble anyway. You can check it out on ao3: here. Crossposting it here.
Summary: A drabble pegoban series. Was it a secret admirer? Or a prank? While everyone but his friends liked him in Shujin, whether it was a prank or some secret admirer, he welcomed it.
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"You're Ren Amamiya?"
A gentle, honeyed voice rang.
Ren couldn't help but look as no one had ever spoken to him like that.
Everyone in Shujin saw him like some leper. Exaggerated rumors had spread wide. Ranging from saying how he had a long list of crimes: alcohol, smoking or theft. Some had even mentioned he carried some firearms with him and was scary enough to have almost killed someone. No one would dare to look at him. Eyes tends to avoid his. If you dared to look into his eyes, you're the next guy to disappear. And so on and so forth.
He only knew a handful of people in Shujin that differed.
There was Ryuji's excitable voice, Morgana's childish yet proud tone and Ann's fiery and determined voice.
What greeted him stupefied him in ways like no other.
"For you." What looked to be a senpai Ren thinks. Silver eyes and silver hair. His eyes revealed nothing as he handed him a bag of pastries.
"Uh..." Though his eyes were hidden by his glasses he blinked behind them unsure what to make of the gesture.
Plus he was studying at the library.
"Here. They're delicious." The senpai says then lays the mentioned gift on his opened notebook.
The silver-haired guy smiles, looking pleased with himself and turns back to leave the library.
Ren turns back to look back at the bag of mixed cookies, biscuits and chocolates.
He didn't know if it was a prank or someone passed it to the guy to hand it to Ren.
Ren knew no girl in Shujin would give him one. A prank or some secret admirer thing.
So later at night, after dinner, when he opened his bag to do some reading, there it was. The bag of sweets were there.
"Woooah. Where did you get those? Do you have some secret admirer or is it lady Ann?"
Oh yeah. He was living with a cat now.
Ren ignored the cat and opened the pastries. They looked mouth watering. The sweets were a mix of detailed cat faces and paw shaped sweets in a detailed manner. Cats with eyes as a chocolate chip, whiskers made of white chocolate he thinks. Paws with pink colored chocolate. They were very elaborate.
They looked so good that he put one in his mouth before thinking that they could be some prank.
No regrets.
They were delicious like no other.
First sweets in Tokyo. It made him feel that if this was a prank in Shujin or joke by some student, it was a really nice.
He ignored Morgana's secretly asking face. He was a proud not cat thing.
He savored every last bite.
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It was one horrible, nasty day. A suicide attempt, an expulsion threat.
He had a letter.
Elegant writing that only had one sentence.
I'm cheering for you, so don't give up.
It wasn't signed.
The writing was definitely handwritten.
Somehow, it made him feel better.
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The gestures continued.
"Ummm. Amamiya-san?"
It was lunch and he was supposed to head to the cafeteria to try to catch a bread before heading up to meet-up with his friends.
Ren gave a silent hum, his way of saying yes. He hoped the girl made her talk fast.
"Someone passed this on for you." And there it was. A bentou? With a note.
Another one? And a bentou?
So when he headed to the rooftop, he put the note beside him as he opened the bentou.
Ann and Ruji both gasped with surprise and maybe hunger.
"Woooah! Dude! You cook?"
"They look so delicious Ren!"
"No. I've never cooked."
Seeing their confused faces, Ren took the note and read it.
That had more than one sentence this time.
To cheer you up.
And instructions to leave the bentou with the lunch lady?
"Maybe Ren has some secret admirer?" Ann guessed.
"Do you think it's some prank?" Ryuji asked but eyes still looking at the delicious looking bentou.
"Only one way to find out." Was all he said before taking a bite.
And another.
"Well?"
And another.
"Is it really safe to eat that? Like what if you hurt your stomach later or you vomit or something?"
Ren just continued to eat.
Morgana just looked with an exasperated face as if expecting it. Ryuji and Ann just looking in curiosity.
After eating awhile, Ren stopped and looked at his friends.
"It's delicious. Hmmm. And if my stomach hurts later, I think it's worth it."
"Maybe he has some weirdo of a secret admirer." Morgana pipes up.
"Or maybe Ren-Ren's lucky? Dude, look at this writing." Ryuji waves it to Ann.
"That's some elegant writing. Maybe you do have some secret admirer!?" Ann starts off with excitement tingling in her voice. "Like maybe, she's just scared to come out because of the rumors?"
"That would be sort of too good to be true with the bad rumors around us don't you think?" Ryuji pointed out.
"Yeah. That's possible but it could be the other way too you know! Look! The note's isn't one of those cutesy letters. This is also sort of mysterious. Just one line. It's not signed. Not even anonymous. If the change of heart we did with Kamoshida works, maybe she would confess?" Ann says with happiness.
"No way she would confess. I say this is a prank."
"I think Ren has a secret admirer." Ann argued back, bending with ger hands on her waist.
"It could be a stalker?" Morgana asks.
"No way!" Ann says passionately, already lost in her thoughts of it being a secret admirer.
"You guys want some? It is delicious." Ren offered.
The two boys offered similar no's. Ann disagreed for a different reason, along the lines of the food for him and she should not eat them.
"If the change of heart works, and if that girl continues to give Ren gifts and confess. I'll believe it." Ryuji said.
"How about a bet? This girl is a secret admirer. Oh and if you lose, treat me to this new crepe shop." Ann says in response, glee all over her tone.
"It's a prank. Do my english homework for 2 weeks if you lose."
"This is so weird. And really not how phantom thieves should act. Ren, aren't you going to say anything?" Morgana asks the subject of the fiasco.
"They're delicious? Maybe I'll write a response."
And that gave Ann more excitement for a bet.
He got dubious looks when he later peeled a page out of his notebook and writes a simple "Thank you. They did." Attached to the bentou.
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Ann smirked over to Ryuji after Kamoshida's confession.
Ren reported receiving a book with another note.
"I always believed you were innocent. A gift for the truth of who you reminded me of."
It was a hard earned victory. People apologized.. For Ren, the note rivaled their victory and any apologies provided.
If this was a true to god honest admirer, then Ren wouldn't mind knowing seeing more of it.
thank you🥺🥺 and pls i think i’d just Expire if this happened to me fhskfhjdjf luckily that part wasn’t inspired by irl
the l part that was is uh when our mutual friend who set up the blind date had to litERALLY CALL ME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DATE TO ASK IF THE NOT-OIKAWA HAD ASKED FOR MY NUMBER— AND I WAS LIKE “no???” and he was like “thought so, i’ll call not-oikawa” T_T AMY IT WAS SO AWKWARD😭😭😭
Jesus christttt why wouldn't he at least wait til after???? Why would he do that WHILE YOU'RE ON THE DATE??? I'm so sorry Yuren, but I am very happy that it gave you fuel for this lovely Oikawa fic, so it was worth it lmaooo
Ummmmmm madame???????? Your tags????????????? How are they even longer and more coherent than the sakusa one?????????????? Thank you so much?????????? Did you drink water???????????? Did you get enough sleep??????????? How was physics :(
um yuren ????? ARENT YOU SUPPOSED TO BE SLEEPING ?????? also, reverse uno card have YOU consumed enough water ??????? are you sleeping enough ??????? have i ever told you i love you enough ????? physics is big bleh but all these fics during my study breaks make it ok
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