Celebrity Crush
Written for Femslash February 2025
Day 14. Crush
Series: Clover and Violets
Title: Celebrity Crush
Ship: Zinniashipping | Aoi/Miyu
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS
Word Count: 1,671
Rating: T
Warning: None
Tags: Fluff, Humour, Work Contains Fandom Elements, Kissing, Getting Together, Past/Referenced Child Abuse (canon typical)
One of the things that had surprised her parents when Miyu had come out of detainment was that she still wanted to duel.
She probably wasn’t the same child as she had been six months ago. She was changed. Different. She was scarily fierce now, scarily competitive. She had this drive to survive that turned ordinary situations into life or death situations with the highest stakes.
That was an edge that her parents, and her therapists, really wanted her to walk away from. She was safe now. She could be happy now. But Miyu wasn’t so easily settled. She was restless. She had spent so long subsisting on so little - her memories of her dearest friend, protein pills and boxed milk, good food if she was lucky - that she couldn’t fathom not doing that.
So, she got into plenty of other hobbies, too. Anything to give her a coping mechanism that actually calmed her down instead of having her cortisol firing on all cylinders. She tried knitting and crochet, got better at drawing, took up journaling and in her teen years, microblogging but her heart stayed true to the ferocious resilience she had adapted to.
Duelling.
And championship-level swimming but mostly dueling.
Anything that gave Miyu the thrill of the fight, a hard won victory and all the glory that entailed. That’s all that Miyu wanted at the end of the day. She lived, ate, and breathed competition.
Her parents gave her swimming but not Duel Monsters. At least swimming was a physical activity, not something she hunkered down over a desk at or glued her eyes to the screen. It was a good enough compromise but Miyu still loved it. Even if she had to be discrete about it regardless of if she was at home or at school. She got plenty of weird looks over her electrical scarring after all, no need to get those sticky-beaks all up in her business as a kidnapping victim-survivor.
So, even in her downtime, Miyu’s love of duelling found itself some way into her other hobbies. Mindlessly scrolling social media in her teenage years, of course she kept her eye on the competitive scene and she loved Charisma Duelists. She love, love, loved them.
Total celebrity worship syndrome.
Of course, there was one Charisma Duelist that Miyu had her eye on above all others and this level of interest was absolutely a crush. Blue Angel. Gosh, what didn’t Miyu love about Blue Angel?
Blue Angel was… amazing. Just amazing. She duelling was flawless. Her burn strategy was lethal and yet she looked so good doing it, bouncing around in her wings and her petticoats, her frilly skirt and cute socks. She was so cute and free and happy. Yet wicked good. She was a good sport, too, her sense of competition was fair.
Not like how Onizuka was fair. Miyu really wasn’t into sandbagging and the heel stuff but she could respect it. No, Blue Angel was fair because she gave her all from the start and never had a bad word to say win or lose. Though, she was losing less and less these days. Good for her!
Miyu was obsessed. When she closed her eyes late at night, she had reveries all about Blue Angel. Meeting her, duelling with her, even doing something so naughty as D-Boarding with her, kissing her-
Miyu was incredibly and hopefully not creepily down bad for Blue Angel.
This, too, crossed-over with her aforementioned social media habits. Between school and swim meets, Miyu’s screen time was below average for the modern teenager but she consumed everything Blue Angel whenever she had time. She listened to her vods in the background whilst she did homework, saved memes and fanart centred on her when she came across it. She was in basically ever LinkBook fan club page there was on Blue Angel.
It was embarrassing but not as embarrassing as Miyu’s search history on a certain website. There was a serious lack of female x Readers for Blue Angel RPF. Ridiculous. Blue Angel could not be more obviously for the girls, gays, and theys, seriously, what were those writers on?
Miyu might have dabbled here and there to do something about this disparity. Not often and only ever anonymously but, like, c’mon, every teenage girl goes through this phase, right?
And it's only ever a phase… right?
Miyu felt her stomach drop and her face go bright red. So much for a phase but they were right, the real thing was so much better than the fake one.
Miyu couldn’t believe her ears. There was a lot to take in. Ever since her coma, her normal life had gone out the window. Or well, her life that had been as normal as it could have been with her traumatic childhood incident.
Her parents had done everything in their power to help her. They got a divorce, they got her therapists, they had split custody, she could want for nothing. A roof over her head, food on her plate, an expensive private school and swim meets and an annual trip to Dizzy Land every year for her birthday. Anything to ease the guilt over losing her and to give her something to look forward to, so she would never feel trapped again.
Then the coma happened and it seemed all that hard work was for naught.
Though it came onto her just as mysteriously as it left her and now, all sorts of bizarre puzzle pieces were coming into place because someone she thought she would never see again returned to her: Aoi.
Aoi appeared out of nowhere, out of thin air almost and she had quite the story to tell. Miyu listened as she learned about all sorts of things that were so above her pay grade as the kind of student who floundered in any class that wasn’t sport or art. She learned the reason why she had been kidnapped and what that data had culminated in. She learned of artificial intelligence with free will. Cyber terrorists and the billionaires behind SOL Tech.
She learned that her long-lost childhood friend had gone on to becoming her celebrity crush.
Awe and confusion turned to mortification as that little detail was what had Miyu’s head spinning the most.
“Miyu… are you okay?” Aoi asked. Then she cursed herself for it, “Of course you're not, that’s a lot to take in.”
Miyu’s mind raced with hundred of thousands, if not millions, of words read about Blue Angel. Casual imagines, long-fic, one-shots, plotty fic, smutty fic. Stories she had read here and there, stories that had kept her reading until the crack of dawn in her bed, rolled over on her phone and with her eyes begging for sleep.
All of it about… about… her Zaizen Aoi. Not Blue Angel.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Miyu croaked, embarrassed.
Aoi flinched, “Should I call a nurse?” she exclaimed.
She tried to get to her feet but Miyu stopped her. She grabbed her by the wrist and shamefully hung her head. Aoi stiffened but paused. She looked down, confused by Miyu who looked miserable. She was sweating bullets at this point and was going green.
“Aoi…” Miyu mumbled. “I’ve had a crush on you for… forever and a day, please believe me.”
Aoi blinked and tilted her head. Cautiously, she lowered herself back onto Miyu’s hospital bed. The linen was stiff and the most pristine white that Aoi had ever seen. Miyu still hadn’t let go and by now, Miyu was panicking.
“I’m so sorry, I have read like a zillion Blue Angel X Reader fanfics about kissing you.” Miyu confessed. “Please don’t hate me!”
Aoi’s face turned blank. “Ah.” She blinked again. “I see.” However, after such inarticulation, began to laugh.
“Please don’t think less of me!” Miyu squealed, trembling now with embarrassment.
“Oh, Miyu, I… I think it’s cute actually, I-I’m glad you never forgot me.” Aoi laughed.
Miyu ascended. She didn’t know if she had reached some brand new bottom basement of embarrassment or if this was actually the Wattpad dream come true. It was the most unusual torture to loathe being on cloud nine.
Aoi sat down closer, she cuddled in and she caressed Miyu’s face. Miyu forced herself to look up. She didn’t feel very hot and sexy right now, like those stories had promised she would feel. Instead, she just felt mortified and messy haired.
“Well then… I better make this count for you.” Aoi murmured.
She leaned in and their noses brushed against one another. Aoi caressed her face. Her hand was scrawny and gentle. Miyu was chilled to the core by the out of the blue affection and yet, oh so warmed by Aoi’s spearmint breath. She looked deep into Miyu’s eyes.
“I’ll tell you the truth,” she whispered, “I’ve looked up those fanfics out of curiosity too and… um, there was this one writer, I liked. Never finished this multi-chapter about a youth olympian reader insert-”
“I am actually done for.” Miyu exclaimed. “Th-That’s my fic.”
Aoi let go of Miyu and pulled back before exploding into laughter. Miyu groaned into her hands. This was the worst day of her life. Put her back into the fucking coma at this point but at the same time… Aoi’s laughter was the best sound in the world.
So, Miyu sighed and she looked up from her sheets. She put on a brave face and forced a smile. Just like she did as a kid.
“C’mon, do you want to help me write that ending?” Miyu flirted, embracing the cringe since she was well and truly past the point of no return with it.
“I’d love to.” Aoi said and they tried again. Mutually this time. Aoi wasn’t the sole one leaning in, Miyu did the same and they cupped each other’s faces. “I was always holding out for a happy ending after that slow burn.”
“Me too.” Miyu replied as she and Aoi kissed.
