Michael X Reader : Sports
T/W. Cursing
A/N: Tried to make this as gender neutral as I could oof. This is my first One Shot so sorry if it’s a bit bad uH
You left the locker room and sighed. It was gym class, and you hated this class. Not only was the teacher a total asshole but sports just weren’t really something you liked that much. Your best friend walked up to you from behind,
“Jesus Christ. These shorts are wayyy too short.” She muttered. You nodded in agreement, “I know, like, where the fuck is dresscode?” You and F/N chuckled, but quickly got interrupted by the coach.
““Hey!” He yelled, “5 Laps around, GO!” His finger pointed to you both and then the track field. You roll your eyes and your friend groans, as you to start to jog around the field. ““I don’t want to do this-!” You whined. Your friend however, was a fast runner and didn’t mind doing sports that much. ““It’s not that bad, Y/N” they giggled, “if you hate it so much, just like, fake an injury or something I dunno.”
My eyes lit up. “F/N, that’s a great idea!” They looked at you, confused, ““I was joking-”. As soon as they said, you ‘‘tripped up and twisted your ankle’. They shook there head and snickered, ““No way in hell he’s going to believe that. I’ll keep running, see you after!” With that, she took off. But you didn’t care. You just wanted to sit on the bleachers and not do anything. You heard coach yelling again,
“Oh my god, just take a seat! Jesus Christ I don’t get paid enough for this.”
With a sigh of relief, you walk up and sit on the bleachers, near the middle row, and wave to F/N as they ran past.
But right after that, you heard a familiar voice from behind you. ““Hey, Y/N right?” You turned around to see it’s Michael! Michael Mell from your US History class. ““O-oh! Yeah! You’re Michael, right?” You smiled, nervously, feeling your face burn up.
Let’s just ignore the fact that you totally haven’t liked him since like forever after you two got paired up to do the project together.
He nodded and gave a subtle, but adorable smile. Shit, he’s perfect. ““So...” he said, fiddling with hoodie strings, “why aren’t you down there?”. You shrugged, ““I don’t want to be there running while some dick is yelling at me to go faster.” He giggled, making you feel all kinds of butterflies. “I, ahem twisted my ankle and totally didn’t trip up on purpose just to sit here.”
He sighed, “Yeah, gym class isn’t my favourite.” He looked over at you and smiled, but when he saw your eyes glimmer from the sunlight, he became incredibly red.
“Y-you know maybe we should like go somewhere sometime. L-like, uH, 7-11?”
We’ve went before. With his friend Jeremy though, unfortunately.
I nodded. ““Like last time?” I asked. But to my surprise he shook his head. “I thought maybe just us two could go..?”
Both of your faces were as red as his jumper. You gazed into his hazel eyes and completely got mesmerised by them, not even realising you haven’t answered yet. “Y-Y/N? U-um! You don’t have to if you don’t-”
““Huh? Oh! Nononono! Sorry I zoned out, I’d love to go with you,” you smiled seepishly.
For the rest of the period, you just talked. And afterwards met up to go out together.
A/N Sorry it’s so rushed, hopefully you enjoyed!
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