Hey there! I just wanted to say that your writing is great and you make my day with these super creative stories~ so.. might I request either an Ananas x reader or a Leek x reader? Thank you!
Leek was sitting in a nice cozy coffee shop, drinking some green tea. It was the afternoon and he slipped inside to get out of the harsh summer rays. It was always warmer in these cities compared to the forests he typically ventured through, but no matter. He merely pulled his hat down further as he looked out a nearby window, allowing himself to get lost in thought.
“Hey,” a soft voice startled him from his thoughts, hand impulsively going towards his sword’s hilt. “Is this seat taken?”
Leek glanced around to room to find that other tables had people occupying them, most chatting rather loudly. “No…”
“May I sit here then?” You gave a small smile, “I promise I won’t be noisy, I just want to do my work.”
Leek nodded, giving a smile, “of course, but if I want to talk to you?”
“Oh- Uh-” you smiled faintly while sitting down, putting down your books and binders. “I wouldn’t mind that I suppose.”
“Do I get a name to match the pretty face?”
“Y/N,” you smiled, “and yourself, pretty boy?”
Leek grinned wider at that, “it’s a mystery, but you can call me Leek, Y/N. May I ask what you’re working on?”
“Only if I can ask why you’re here,” you hummed.
Leek nodded and gave a confident smile, “of course, I’m off to a tournament. I plan to win.”
You nodded with a shy chuckle, “I suppose that is a fair reason to carry around a sword in a coffee shop… I’m studying for finals, my roommate is too loud for me to properly focus but I’m starting to think everywhere I go is.”
“I know the feeling of dealing with a loud person while doing something of importance.” He nodded sympathetically, “perhaps an investment in headphones would be something to look into?”
“Most likely.” You gave a small smile, glancing over your work. “What’s the tournament about?”
“It’s like a round robin style one, just dueling with what you have.” He shrugged, “perhaps you’ll hear word of me after I win?”
“Perhaps,” you giggled, “awfully confident, huh?”
“Well of course!” Leek grinned widely after finishing the tea left in his cup, “no one wins by doubting themself.”
“Of course.” You nodded. “But then there’s also over-confidence.”
“I have the skill to back my claims.”
“I’m sure you do.” You offered a faint smile before attempting to do a few more practice questions.
Silence overcame the two of you, just sitting at the table peacefully. It was like that for a few more minutes before Leek broke the silence.
“Y/N,” he hummed, “good luck with studying, perhaps after I win I’ll come back and tell you the tale.”
“Really?” You gave a small smile, “you’ll remember me?”
“Of course, a face of a good scholar and conversationalist is often hard to forget.” He winked before standing up. “May our paths cross again soon.”
