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shinycrybaby · 10 months

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The good in losing? (Haitani Ran x Fem!Reader

Genre/Tags: Highschool AU, No gangs AU, One-sided enemies to lovers?, Izana and Reader are childhood friends, Protective bff!Izana

Warnings: Profanities, Typos

Word Count: 2.6k

Synopsis: Pairing you with Ran for the three-legged race was a disaster.

Maybe the class should’ve thought this through. It’s only then did they come to the realization that you and Ran don’t work out really well, as they watch the two of you on the track field, pulling on each other’s hair like two girls fighting over their crush.

Two weeks ago

The annual school festivities were nearing. Students were balancing both sport practices, performances, booth planning as well as their studies and usual club activities.

A month ago, it was already announced that the annual event was nearing and that a date has been set. Students were given the time to think of theme for their classrooms for when they showcase a talent or mini event of their own. Or to some an opportunity to do their dream classroom café.

Class 3-C, however, seemed to be blessed with a hoard of procrastinators, and were only now planning for everything. From the classroom activities, down to the very last sport where they will choose their classmates to participate in.

It was around their break time that the class president has finally acted, and was now making a poll of choices for their classmates to choose from as they all ate their snacks.

One thing that came out good from their class or procrastinators, was that they listened well to their president.

“Okay, make sure that everyone votes for their theme of choice. One vote per student; no doubles in one category or else I’ll have those who doubles, do all sports. No excuses allowed.” Izana spoke clearly to the class, as his arms crossed.

Yeah. They listened well to their president.

“Oh! Let’s do a café.” Someone from the back suggested.

“That’s already taken by class 3-E. Rules said that no themes alike per class year.” Izana explains, making the student who suggested, sulk. “Keep the suggestions coming, I’ll write down really quick the themes that are already taken.”

The silver haired boy instructs the vice president – Muto, to take down notes of the class’s suggestions while he wrote all the themes that were taken for their year, while also writing the lower year’s themes in case someone takes inspiration for one of the existing themes.

“A pirate ship!” One of the students suggests.

“What about fairytale? We can be knights and princesses and princes, and fairies—” Another student suggests but was quickly shutdown by some of the boys in the class.

It went on and on, their suggestions. And you were just watching it all go down.

To be honest, you were fine with anything. What you were excited about was just roaming around during the 1-week event. You hoped so bad that Izana would take pity on you and not let you join any other activities because you were having a severe case of ‘senioritis’.

Soon enough, the class settled on a theme, which was a curious combination of circus, and junkyard. After that came the discussion of what decorations to use, the layout of the classroom for their desired theme, and then the funds. Then also came the service in which they will provide for the other students that will visit their classroom.

“Alright, now that that’s settled. We can now move on to the sports.” Izana announces, after taking quick notes of all their classroom plans, he erases the writings on the board before replacing it with the sports that needed to be filled with students who will willingly participate.

“As much as I hate to be that person,” Izana starts, “I suggest everyone to participate in at least one activity.”

There goes your hope of doing nothing for the sports portion.

Time ticked along with the speed with which Izana wrote each player per activity.

“Alright, now for the three-legged race.”

A slap on the table, and then Shion stands up. “I vote for Ran on this one.”

Izana rubs on his temples, “I just said to raise your hand when suggesting something.”

His statement was ignored by his friend, explaining to the class why Ran should play in the race.

“And that’s why, I think Ran should play.” With a playfully curt bow, Shion takes a seat.

“And did I say yes to this?” Ran voices out, his brow raising at his friend’s stupidity.

“Come on Ran, you’re one of the fastest in class. We can’t have you on the 200m race otherwise it’s not a challenge at all for the others. You’d be winning instantly, with those long-ass, lanky, stick man legs.”

Ran doesn’t know if it’s a compliment. He doesn’t take it as one.

“Yeah, Ran!” Some of the girls in class chides in. “Then I’ll be your partner.” And he knows exactly that was the catch.

“Okay, then Ran it is.” Izana writes down Ran’s name on the board.

“What?! I didn’t even say yes!” Ran whines, standing up to make a point for his displeasure.

Izana ignores him, writing his own name on the 200-meter race so that Ran won’t have any choice if he ever brings up the suggestion.

“If I’m playing, then I’m choosing my partner for the race.” He scoffs, which then earned his statement a flurry of girls raising their hand and saying ‘pick me, Ran’.

You watch in feint amusement how things were unfolding, and then switch your attention back to the notes you made during this class meeting. Thinking back to the class theme and what you should wear after Izana gave out the dress code for your class.

You raised your head, pondering, but were met with Ran’s amethyst orbs. That time you were paying attention to your notes and spacing out, Ran had made his way to your desk.

Your confusion was evident as to why he was suddenly sat on the vacant seat in front of you and just staring straight into your soul.

You look around the class and they were staring silently at you two. Some of the girls were even glaring at you.

You turned to Izana for help. Eyes staring into him in slight panic because you absolutely hated being stared at like this.

Izana sighs, “look, she doesn’t even want to.”

Ran turns his body, holding up a hand at his friend. “Wait, I need to hear it from her.”

You feel annoyance start to boil at what Ran was doing. You already weren’t on good terms and now he’s pulling this on you. “Hear what?” You ask.

“Your answer. I said that you’ll be my partner for the three-legged race.” He grins, eyes gleaming with a playful glint that always irked you.

You turn your head away, the frown seeming to sew itself on your forehead to give you a permanent look of displeasure from your interactions with the older Haitani. “No fucking way. I’m not doing it.” You say with finality in your tone.

Izana was about to move the class’s attention to picking a new participant when he was cut off by a classmate.

“But you two are the fastest in class! I’m sure you guys can win us a medal!”

And so, a chorus of agreements from the others arouse, making it hard for Izana to counter and side with his dear childhood friend. “Okay, then we’ll have Ran and Y/N for the three-legged race.”

You look in horror at the betrayal committed by Izana. Ran was grinning, and the former was basically avoiding eye contact with you, proceeding the meeting further.

And they should’ve known from that day alone where the frown never left your face, that their choice of players was a mistake.

“Who suggested Ran to play again in the first place?” A comment was heard from one of your classmates on the sideline. The class points towards Shion.

“Hey! It’s not my fault. He didn’t have to choose Y/N for this! Who even pushed the Ran and Y/N agenda?” Shion fires back, not liking that the blame was all on him.

Izana hushes everyone before a fight starts to break out among them. Muto was quick to cover Shion’s mouth, already knowing that the boy won’t back down.

“Maybe if you didn’t have long fucking limbs, it’d be easier to move!” Your voice was heard, and the class lost all hope of winning the medal for the game.

“Well maybe drink your milk so you’d actually grow some height.” Ran fights back, agitated from the heat blaring down on them.

This aggravated you further, pulling on to one of Ran’s braids, making him stop from his attempts to move you two to the finish line. “Annabelle!” You throw the name, referring to how his braids always made him look like the haunted doll.

Ran gasps dramatically, “you bitch! I spent hours on this!” The taller boy flicks his braid away from you, before pulling on your hair. “Grumpy!” Ran insults back, referring to one of Snow White’s seven dwarves.

Class 3-C watched, not knowing what to do, until the two of you were full on fighting that you two were on the ground, kicking and pulling on each other’s hair.

“Grumpy!”

“Annabelle!”

The teachers came rushing in, trying to stop you both. Your homeroom teacher pulling on to Ran, as Izana hurried over to pull you away from the tall braided boy.

“You two, office. Now.” Your teacher drags you two, with Izana followed. “Yasuhiro, please take charge of the class while I’m away.” Your homeroom teacher turns to Muto, before the boy gave a thumbs up, turning to your classmates, readying them for the next game while the race was still on-going.

As you walked – more like were dragged – to the teacher’s office, you heard the commentator through the speakers on the field, “due to a cat fight ensuing, class 3-C is out of the three-legged race!” You rolled your eyes, blaming Ran on your mind for everything.

Once seated on the chairs that was pulled for the two of you, you suddenly felt small under the scrutinizing stared of your homeroom teacher.

He was pacing around, feeling the stress nip at him. He was supposed to enjoy this week with his students, but now he had to control two of his students to behave more properly.

The older man pinches the bridge of his nose. “I really don’t want to deal with you two, but since we’re here. Explain, now.”

Ran raised his hand, opening his mouth before he was cut off. “You know what, I don’t want to hear it. Write it. I want an apology letter; a detailed one. I want to know exactly what happened why you two fought. I’m not giving you two detention, because I still want you two to enjoy this week and I’m not ruining it. But that apology letter, I want it written and done today.” The older man fumbles about on his desk, looking for two sheets of papers, and two pencils and then handing it to you and Ran.

“Give me the letters once you finished, look for me. Don’t leave it on the table.” With that the man leaves, instructing Izana to follow suit.

Izana nods at your homeroom teacher, before turning to you two and sighing. You see your friend’s distressed look and it added to the shame and guilt in your gut. “I’m sorry.” You look down to your lap.

It was enough for Izana. He knows your words were sincere, and he didn’t want you to beat yourself up over it. He turns to Ran, waiting expectantly.

“What?” Ran looks up as if he wasn’t part of the fight and added fuel to the fire.

Izana picks up a notebook from your homeroom teacher’s desk, rolling it and then swinging it on Ran’s head. The notebook hitting the tall boy’s head, as Izana gave him a warning glare. “Make up.” He hisses at the boy.

“You’re worse than any of the teachers here, I swear.” Ran mumbles, rubbing on his head.

Izana holds up the rolled notebook again, warning him. Ran holds up both hands in surrender, making the class president lower his “weapon” and place it back on the teacher’s desk.

With that, he leaves, and it’s just you and Ran, your papers waiting to be filled with a detailed incident report and apologies.

You got to writing as soon as Izana left while Ran basically just lounged about. You were halfway to finishing when he peers at your paper.

“Let me copy yours.”

You stare at him as if he’s the stupidest person on earth. You actually think that he is at this point.

“Are you dumb?” You say incredulously before turning back to your paper, practically ignoring him.

“Hey, come on~ You keep ignoring me. What have I ever done to you to deserve this treatment?” The boy was basically being a drama queen, sighing heavily here and there.

You grumbled, slamming the pencil down and then turning to him. “You get on my nerves. You annoy the heck out of me. You draw me unwanted attention and I hate that the most.”

“Then, what shall I do, oh my lady, to garner your attention?”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics. “Nothing, just leave me alone.” You turn back to your paper.

However, this is the only time that you probably hated the spinning chairs in wheels, because the two-tone haired boy turned you around again, this time, he drew closer to you with his own chair, trapping you in between his legs as does his arms while his hands rested on the edge of the teacher’s table.

“Look at me,” Ran whispers, staring straight at you.

You were never one to have your personal space invader like this. Ran was the first, and it bordered on feeling butterflies at the pit of your stomach, and feeling uncomfortable. You don’t stare at him. It was hard.

The boy sighs, tilting your head with his fingertips. “If I get serious with you, will you finally pay attention to me?”

“That depends...”

“On what?”

To be honest, you don’t know. You just let the silence envelope the two of you. Ran was still observing you, until his eyes landed on your lips.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispers under his breath.

Maybe it was the tension, or the way this side of Ran brought something out in you, but you nodded. “Okay...”

The next thing you know, his lips were on your own. It was short, with minor movements, but enough to light something in your chest.

You both pulled away and just stare at each other, when a voice breaks the silence that settled between you. “I said ‘make up’ not ‘make out’.” Izana exasperatedly spoke, already exhausted from his 200-meter race, and from handling his rowdy classmates. Now he was faced with another pain to mind.

Your cheeks flared up as you replied, “we did not make out!”

“Yeah! If we were making out, I’d be having my t—” you slapped the taller boy’s shoulder, hard, knowing how he’d use his colorful words to explain you two’s supposed situation.

“I don’t need to hear that. I’ll deal with you later,” Izana points at Ran with a glare in his eyes. “For now, you two need to finish that apology letter, because the whole class is being called for a competition against the other 3rd year classes.” Izana pulls another chair where he sits and observe you two.

“No funny business,” the class president crosses his arms, as he watched Ran jut out his bottom lip in a pout.

With no other choice, Ran sulks as he wrote whatever dramatics he wanted to put in his apology letter. He’d glance at you whenever, smiling to himself as he sees the light blush on your face, noticing how you’d sometimes space out mid-writing. He definitely likes to see this side of you show such adorable reactions, and he hoped he’d see it more in the future.

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A/N: I'm quite hmmmm .... I dunno if it's good that I'm writing 🤔

@softbajis here is the first ran fic i mentioned 🫡 I'll finish up the other one soon after work kkkk

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #haitani ran x reader #ran x reader #haitani ran imagines #haitani ran fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #ran x y/n #haitani x reader #haitani ran x y/n

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shinycrybaby · 10 months

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i was writing a ran fic earlier and i finished it. i might post some time later, but for some reason I don't find that last one to be hmmm .... appealing 🤔 so I'm writing another Ran fic! 🤭

picture of me thinking up scenarios for fics:

#mati's rants #mati's thoughts #no i am not in love with ran

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shinycrybaby · 10 months

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Hi Mati! I have a request :)

Could you do a tokyo rev x reader(any of the guys is fine) related to ballet? My hc is that out of all the guys mikey or rindou can do ballet (just a random one since I think those 2 are pretty flexible) Maybe some fluff with them fooling around in the studio with y/n or angst related to the dark side of ballet (eating disorders, body image issues, injuries etc)

Thanks!

TR Boys who ballet

Characters: Manjiro Sano, Haitani Rindou, Imaushi Wakasa, Inui Seishu

Genre/Tags: Fluff, A bit angsty on Rindou, Established relationship, Kinda no-gangs AU

Warnings: There might be some typos since I wrote this when I was sleepy, implied or referenced bullying on Rindou's part, (let me know if I missed something!)

A/N: I didn't actually expect to receive a request 😭 what I had in mind was something like headcanons but ig this is fine too.

Also, dear anon, I hope you don't mind. Since I'm not really that knowledgeable with ballet, I kind of just went over the general things or from what I know. I can't write or come up with something angsty for your suggestion like the body image one ajdjfjsksbc I really do hope you don't mind 🥹 and I hope you enjoy reading too!

Sano Manjiro / Mikey

He’s absolutely giving me vibes that he enrolled to a ballet class just for shits and giggles back when he was young, because you and Keisuke would tease him about being so good at the dojo that maybe he should start looking for other things to do.

But then Mikey actually took interest in it. And he actually slayed it.

You, Keisuke and Haruchiyo, along with the Sano family would watch him when he’s got recitals or performances. (Baji would cheer as if he’s watching a fight or something).

When you eventually got into a relationship with Mikey. Oh lawd. He would use his flexibility to his advantage.

You know that one meme where the person would kabedon someone but with their legs. IT’S MIKEY 😭

Mans legit would trap you in a corner with his perfect split, you don’t even know if you’d die of embarrassment or feel butterflies from it.

But when it’s serious time, he’d actually reserve a dance room for at least a few hours. He’d invite you to watch him practice, or give you a private performance that actually makes you smile at him with pride.

If you’re both in the mood for it, he’d even teach you a thing or two. Inviting you to stretch with him and then he’d be all up your personal space trying to teach you.

When you get some basics down, he’d lead you to dance with him, guiding you and then whispering to be careful with your feet because he knows how much it would hurt especially if you’re not a ballet dancer.

If you are, then it just makes things easier. It’s dance after dance with him. It’s kind of like your thing with Mikey. There’s nothing more intimate for the two of you than dancing closely to each other. Feeling each other’s movements and soul to the sound playing on the speakers

Haitani Rindou

I actually think that Rin would be the kind to do both gymnastics and ballet. (Of course, he’d still be doing some martial arts.)

We already know how flexible he is. Back then his teachers would actually be surprised, thinking he’s a natural at what he does. (He is)

Among the Haitani brothers, Rin is actually much quieter, or rather, reserved.

He’s confident, of course, but definitely quiet about it.

And since he’s quiet about some things, it took you quite some time to figure out that something was bothering your boyfriend, Rindou.

You’d soon find out his insecurities about being a male ballet dancer. All of which stemmed from his classmates at school.

Rindou would of course have fought back, but he’d promised you then to not get into any trouble, because he knows how worried you will be for him, not knowing that the situation now has made you double your worries for him, along with some anger thrown at the guys who even dared of saying bad things to him.

Your priority however will always be Rin, so after finding out about his insecurities and the stigma that he was facing at school, time with him were either spent with you reassuring him, or validating his feelings, or giving your all to make him feel loved and appreciated.

Rindou would never find out, but you and Ran had plotted and tracked down the guys who’d called him names and even dared of speaking bad about him. They learned a thing or two about ballet too.

Rindou of course started to feel light about your constant reassurance, and he was even surprised when you took some classes with him. Now there’s more time spent together with him, and he’s very happy to teach you about ballet.

He'd even use that time to impress you more. But you're already impressed with him, and absolutely in love from the very start.

Imaushi Wakasa

Another flexible boy. (We’ve all seen how this man literally turns into a fidget spinner with his perfect splits and spinning kicks wigjsjdhsjgi)

Oh, he’s proud. He doesn’t flaunt, but you’ll see it in his eyes how proud he is to be a ballet dancer.

He’d take you shopping for shoes or tights when he needs to replace the worn-out ones.

This man will legit lecture you about the best kind of shoes to wear for ballet. If you have no idea about this kind of stuff, you just give your all to listen to him, because you might pick a thing or two when picking out a gift for him in the future.

When he’s being mocked for being a male ballerina, he won’t hesitate knocking the person down their high horse. If the person doesn’t stop, he might even kick them straight to the face (with grace) — if this happens, please stop him, because we don’t want him potentially going to jail.

Like Mikey and Rindou, Waka would teach you if you’re down to learning at least some basic. He absolutely loves being close to you, so even if you don’t want to learn, he doesn’t mind. He’d instead waltz with you, because again, he loves being close to you.

And on that note, when he has to practice, either for a performance or not, he’d ask you to help him with his stretching.

When he’s got shows, he reserves tickets for you and you don’t miss one of his performances. Of course, you love every second of it, just to watch him in his element. All grace and beauty, that pride wells in your heart whenever you see him on stage.

Inui Seishu

Another beauty and grace.

Please he’s so perfect. 😭 if he rocked and slayed those heels, he wears then he'd be slaying ballet as well. I just know it.

He doesn’t care about other’s opinion with regards to his choice of hobbies. In fact, he'd rub it in their face nonchalantly that he’d achieved more than they ever could.

You, alongside Koko, would also rub it in the haters faces that Inupi is so much more better than them. In the most derogatory way that had others looking down in shame because you guys are right.

Inupi, like Mikey, uses his skills to his advantage when it comes to you. Let’s not ignore the fact that Inupi can be very cheeky if he so pleases.

Those times definitely surface when it’s just you two.

When he’s practicing or just stretching and warming up, he’ll shamelessly look at you through the mirror while you’re on the other side of the room. He’ll give you “that” look that had you melting into a puddle, all the while he’d grin lazily while doing his splits.

If ever Inupi feels some kind of insecurity with himself, you’d quickly notice from how his dancing becomes different. It’s either stiff, or there’s a distant look on his face.

When this happens, you’d ask him to take a break from dancing, and just listen to him speak all about how he feels.

These slumps usually happen when he’s got a big performance ahead of him, so in times like these, you do nothing but be there for him, until he’s ready and he’s back to his old self. All grace and beauty and that hint of cheekiness he shows around you.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers drabbles #sano manjiro x reader #haitani rindou x reader #imaushi wakasa x reader #inui seishu x reader #mikey x reader #rindou x reader #wakasa x reader #inupi x reader #mikey drabble #rindou drabble #wakasa drabble #inupi drabble #mikey imagines #rindou imagines #wakasa imagines #inupi imagines

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shinycrybaby · 10 months

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i love him so much 😭 i could actually cry kzidzifzktstktakasrirsdz

Title: Habits

Pairing: Shinichiro x reader

Summary: You ask your crush and childhood friend, Shin, to quit smoking for a month to some interesting results. | Genre: Fluff | Warning: none | Words: 2.8K

‘SHIN! SERIOUSLY?!’ you snapped at your childhood friend while covering your nose with one hand and frantically waving away the smoke from his cigarette that got close to your face with the other.

The dark-haired man glance back at you and grimaced with the cigarette between his lips, ‘Sorry.’

He leisurely took it out of his mouth and put it out against the back of his shoe while you tried to find a bit of air that wasn’t compromised by the disgusting smell, ‘You really need to stop.’

‘It’s just a bit of smoke,’ he said looking his typical relaxed and amused self.

‘It kills!’ you shot back heated since it wasn’t the first time, you two had this discussion about Shin’s less-than-safe habit.

He grinned, ‘You say that like you care.’

If he wasn’t smiling in his typical boylike charming way, those words would sound horribly accusatory, and even if you knew he was just teasing you couldn’t help but soften upon hearing them, ‘Shin, I mean it. It’s not good for you. I don’t want you to…die young.’

His relaxed look cracked a tiny bit.

He knew you cared.

You knew one another since before kindergarten. You were always in each other’s life one way or another. Even when life drifted you apart, you still remained friendly before you re-established your old friendship for good a couple of years ago.

He offered you a delicate look, and you knew he was thinking about all those things you told him about how you lost people from your life. One way or another.

‘I’ll be fine. I don’t smoke around the little ones,’ he tried to brush it off again. True, he was decent enough not to smoke around Emma, Mikey, or even Izana and made sure his smoker friends like Takeomi did the same, but you still hated that he smoked all the same even more so when he said, ‘I’m not hurting anyone else-’

‘Hurting yourself is more than enough, idiot,’ you mumbled now feeling annoyed over having the same argument over and over again.

You started to walk ignoring the young man.

It took Shin a while as he was probably thinking about what you said before he caught up to you and put his arm around your shoulders startling you a bit.

Your heart started to pound like crazy feeling the warmth radiating from his body against your own even through the layers of clothing. You could only hope your traitorous cheeks weren’t red enough for him to notice again. You barely made it out of the last situation similar to this by lying you had a fever.

Shin grinned at you, ‘Stopping seems like such a hassle.’

‘Have you at least tried it?’ you asked hoping being annoyed with him would busy your body from reacting in such a way to him. Even if the smell of cigarettes twisted your stomach enough to make you throw up, your heart was like Shin’s presence.

The real hassle was having a crush on your childhood friend, you thought knowing that those words could never leave your lips. You figured if he liked you, he would have said something by now, or at least initiate something. He might have been unlucky with girls in the past, but the young man was really straightforward about such things shamelessly commenting other women on the street even if you were around. Not that he would know he was making you jealous because you would never confess and risk your friendship becoming awkward.

‘Not really. I was once really low on money, but even then, I managed to get some from beating up these punks,’ he said looking awfully proud, and you pulled at his cheek rather harshly causing him to yelp.

‘Yeah, and I ended up nursing your stupid wounds, and using all my cute band-aids on your sorry ass.’

He got your hand away from his face and stepped away from you to brush his wounded cheek, ‘True, but at least it looked like I had a cute girlfriend. For a moment, I was the real King.’

‘Idiot,’ you mumbled again brushing your arm feeling disappointed over the lack of his warmth, ‘If you never really tried to quit, why not give it a go now? You would be surprised how much money you would save.’

You started to walk again. At this ridiculous rate, you would never make it to Wakasa’s gym before dark.

‘Maybe,’ he said before he chuckled, ‘Maybe not, I spend quite a lot on you, don’t I?’

Your cheeks flushed, and you managed to look away embarrassed at the last second before he was by your side no doubt grinning like a lovable idiot.

‘It’s not my fault. I’m a poor uni student,’ you used a weak excuse. It was true, Shin made it a point to take you out for dinner or lunch whenever he had the time always paying before you even had a chance to pull out your wallet. It was big and little things like these that caused your pathetic heart to beat like crazy and your face to turn into a tomato because of the former delinquent.

‘I don’t mind,’ he said, and it sounded so sincere, you couldn’t help, but look at him if only to catch that sweet look in his dark eyes.

The guy couldn’t score a date to save his life and yet here he was practically charming the pants off you.

You cleared your throat, ‘B-but to the main topic. You should try it. At least to see if you would be able to go without it for a month.’

‘For a month? Be realistic,’ he grunted a bit and put his arms behind his head like he was a kid again causing you to smile almost remembering the two of you walking home from school before you went to middle school. Those were simpler times when you considered all boys stupid. You still did, but it didn’t change the fact that you wouldn’t mind if this stupid one was yours.

‘It’s not that long,’ you said and crossed your arms.

‘A week maybe.’

‘A month.’

‘Two weeks.’

‘A month!’

‘What will I get if I manage?’

You frowned and looked back at him confused, ‘A better-improved health? More money? Not smelling like an ashtray?’ you asked listing the obvious. He had to know it was a horrible habit, right? ‘It’s really hard to be close to you when you talk. Your mouth smells so gross even now,’ you waved your palm in front of your nose as if to prove your point. It was bad. At times when Shin was his absolute best and sweetest causing you to die out of a cardiac arrest or crawl into his lap and kiss him just once because of what a beautiful human being he was, that gross smell always pulled you back to the reality.

He glanced at you for a moment, and you almost felt bad for saying it like that, but it was true, perhaps, one of the few reasons, apart from being sane, that you didn’t try to do something reckless about your crush was because the smell was just too awful to bear.

The look on his face was unreadable for a moment, and you could tell he was thinking, ‘Alright, what will you give me if I manage to go smoke-free for a month.’

Your eyes widened, and you felt your throat go dry, ‘W-what? What the hell do you mean what will I give you?’

He grinned stepping far closer to you than before causing you to catch wind of the disgusting cigarette smoke, ‘What will you give me if I manage not to smoke for a month?’

You felt so embarrassed, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but grin back at him when he was looking at you like this. No matter how silly you felt about your little crush, Shin always made it impossible to not want to be around him, ‘You’re horrible.’

‘Come on,’ he laughed, and you took a step back taking the lead again, ‘Anything you want,’ you said without thinking, ‘Now, let’s go! Wakasa will kill us if we keep him waiting again.’

‘Anything I want, hm? Sounds promising,’ he tossed it out there as casually as he did everything else causing a shiver to run through your body. You hoped he was just teasing you the way he always did. You were certain, you wouldn’t be able to survive if he was being serious.

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You were definitely impressed to see Shin work his hardest to quit smoking. He seemed more stressed at times, obviously craving it, but he didn’t lose his personality completely acting his usual self toward you. It was both a blessing and curse for your weak heart though.

You noticed Shin spent more time chewing gum or eating sweets probably to keep his mouth busy as well as working odd hours in the bike shop no doubt to take his mind off his habit. But in general, it was going rather well for him. So well, that when he stepped closer to you while taking you out for lunch about two weeks in, you found yourself flushed because of how good he smelled up close without the always lingering cigarette smoke mixed with his body scent.

‘What?’ he asked confused by your sudden stiffness, and you couldn’t think of any decent lie, so you decided to go with the partly truth, ‘Nothing, you just don’t smell like an ashtray anymore. It’s…different.’

He grinned and pulled you even closer against his chest making you sweat.

If he ever found out how much more attractive I thought he was now, he would never let me live it down.

It was frustrating. Even if you would never go back on your words because you genuinely wanted Shin to stop and not threaten his health like that, you still feared you would act recklessly if he kept up. There was only so much a young woman like you could endure when crushing on her childhood friend.

Once the actual month mark passed, Shin called you over to the shop to take you out for dinner like he usually did if he wasn’t eating with his family, ‘So how do I smell?’

You felt nervous walking closer to him even if he was only wearing his work clothes since currently it seemed no matter what he wore or set it had the same lovesick effect on you.

You still grinned though, ‘Like motor oil and sweat.’

‘Rude, but fair,’ he admitted, ‘I’ll shower real quick, so you don’t have to be embarrassed by me.’

‘I’m not,’ you mumbled and went to sit down until he returned.

‘I passed my one month,’ he said with a shit-eating smirk across his face, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, ‘Yes, yes, so what I’m paying for dinner?’

‘Nah,’ he assured you and walked you out before he locked the shop.

You bit your lip. You knew how much it cost him to stick to his word and quit. It wasn’t easy to stop when he was addicted as he was even if he remained his relaxed easy-going self most of the time.

‘Shin,’ you said and waited for him to look at you.

His dark eyes were calm and pretty that evening making it both a treat to look at them and extremely hard at the same time, ‘You did a really good job. I’m proud of you, alright? I know it wasn’t easy. You…you always find a way to impress me, and it means a lot to you…did this when I asked you to.’ All of it was true. You could count the number of times people did something this big for you because you needed it or asked them to on the fingers of your right hand. And most of those things were achieved by Shin anyway.

He always delivered on his words.

He watched you for a moment before his lips curved into a happy smile and his eyes softened making your knees go weak, ‘Thanks. I’m glad I managed. I could tell it bothered you quite a lot.’

You nodded, ‘It did. I would hate for you to get sick and the smell…well, I told you it was really awful.’

He stepped closer to you almost to the point that your chests were touching, ‘It’s much better now, huh?’

You felt your cheeks warming up again, ‘Uh-huh.’

His bright smile faded a bit, but only because it became somewhat softer, ‘Even my mouth?’

Involuntarily the innocent question caused your eyes to move to his lips. That was a bad decision because it immediately jumpstarted your heart and caused chaos inside your mind.

We’re really close, huh?

‘Well… sure?’ you said unsure about what was the question anymore all too focused on the shape and color of his mouth. You couldn’t help but think he had really pretty lips.

‘Here, have a taste,’ he said and suddenly you felt his warm palm against the back of your head pulling you closer.

Your eyes widened, and your palms pressed against his chest unclear whether you were planning to stop him or just have a place for them to settle.

Right before your lips would touch, you blurted out, ‘Shin?’

Everything stopped, but not in a good way, as the dark-haired man stepped away and hid his face away from your gaze, ‘Shit, sorry, I…I’m sorry. I thought it would be cool.’

You blinked surprised, as he started to scratch the back of his head, ‘Never mind, forget I did that. I’m…sorry.’

You snatched his hand and brought it away from his hair, ‘It was cool.’

Your eyes met, and your face caught on fire all over again, ‘Well…it was pretty cool, uh, but why?’

‘I like you,’ he blurted out obviously shocked he had as he tried to look away again.

The most beautiful flower started to bloom inside your belly, ‘You do?’

He nodded still not meeting your eyes, ‘You always looked so disgusted and annoyed because of the smoke, but when I stopped, you seemed more willing to have me close. I figured I would give it a shot. Pretty stupid, huh?’ he tried to pull his hand out of your hold, but you didn’t let him.

He finally glanced at you, and you tried to hold his gaze as best as you could, ‘Not as stupid as being into you even when you smelled like an ashtray.’

His dark eyes widened in surprise and immediately the familiar smile appeared across his face, ‘Really?’

You grinned less embarrassed than you thought you would be knowing he felt the same. The ridiculous wave of happiness washing over you, ‘Yes, I like you too, Shinichiro.’

He suddenly took his hand from your hold and cupped your face with both of his hands, ‘Then let me be cool just for once.’

‘I always think you’re cool,’ you confessed feeling too wired in the heat of the moment to deny it.

He smiled at you adoringly while still holding your face, ‘Really?’

You groaned at his eagerness and how silly it must have all made you look, ‘You’re embarrassing me.’

He grinned, ‘Good, I like it when your face is all red.’

‘Hey-’ before you could finish his lips were on yours. His mouth was soft and warm to the touch. Although you wouldn’t have expected it from someone who acts so relaxed and carefree most of the time, Shin’s lips were demanding forcing your mouth to yield to his and parting to take him deeper. Once you let him his tongue ever so slightly moved across your in an electrifying slide.

Daydreaming about your crush as often as you have, you knew you would like it regardless of if Shin was a good kisser or not but given the sensation, he sparked inside your belly that reached all the way up to the roots of your hair and fingers of your toes.

By the time, he finally broke the kiss earning himself a breathless moan that escaped your throat, you found your hands had once again found a place on his chest lightly touching him.

You blinked several times trying to catch up to what just happened while Shin offered you a grin. Instantly, you smiled back at him feeling far too happy for your own good.

His palms let go of your face in order to take hold of your waist barely touching them, but still causing you to shiver.

‘Say, what will you give me for another month without smoking?’

‘Idiot,’ you mumbled but continued to smile feeling far too pleased at that moment, ‘How about you wait and find out?’

His dark eyes and bright smile revealed his amusement and happiness before he once again pressed his lips against yours.

Koniec A.N: Thank you for reading 😊 Have a nice day 😊

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