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toji fushiguro [☯︎] - Himo Romance

synopsis: toji fushiguro takes you on a romantic date to the most fanciest place on earth.

genre: hella crack, angst(?), fluff(?)

word count: 4.9k

warnings: cursing, if you care

The scent of incense lingered in the air, mingling with the warmth of the setting sun as you waited in your small Tokyo apartment. It was a modest space, cluttered with polaroid pics and random shit from either thrift stores or shady internet dealers. Why spend $90 on an air fryer when NutCrusher2378 will sell you one for the low, low price of one feet pic?

Inhale. Exhale.

You once read an article that stated that meditation can decrease stress, pressure, and homicidal tendencies within a person. You glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time, your patience waning as the minutes ticked by. Clearly, fifteen Blood Dragon Mango Orange and sitting in silence for 30 minutes wasn’t doing much for the overbearing burden that is your life. Now, why would a well-balanced person with their own apartment, car, and a source of income need to destress. Despite what your parents tell you every text, call, and holiday you were actually doing very good for yourself. So, why do you have the urge to burn down your apartment building and start smashing every building within a 25 mile radius?

One man.

One incredulous hot as fuck piece of shit man.

Toji Fushiguro, the enigmatic man who had become an unpredictable fixture in your life. You are currently dating a sorcerer that can’t even afford getting a Twix from a vending machine. To be honest, you wouldn’t even really call what you two have a ‘relationship’. Your so-called relationship was nothing more than a precarious balance of convenience, a twisted dance of give and take where you supplied the resources and he… well, he took. The more appropriate name for this would be a ‘situationship’. You cringe any time you or your friends bring up your relationship with him. Like a gross, oozing pimple on prom night, you just want to cover it up and pretend it doesn’t exist. Except the gross, oozing pimple is a 6’1, 190 lbs., lazy, overconfident, sex machine that kills and bums money from everyone just to bet it on a horse named ‘Lucky McCock’ because “with a name like that, he fucks the competition”.

The sound of keys jingling outside your door broke the concentrated silence, and you inadvertently flinched and felt your heart sink as Toji’s unmistakable footsteps echoed through the hallway. Without so much as a warning, he barged into your apartment, his devil-may-care grin lighting up his face. Why in the name of Kwon Ji-yong did you ever think giving him a key would be a good idea?!

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he greeted casually, tossing his dirty musty jacket that you bought for him onto the couch. “Miss me?”

You rolled your eyes, the familiar blend of annoyance and resignation settling over you like a thick, suffocating fog. “You were only gone for three weeks this time. Hardly long enough to miss you.”

Toji shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze wandering around the room before landing on the half-empty bag of potato chips on your coffee table. “Hungry,” he declared, making a beeline for the kitchen without waiting for your response.

You sighed inwardly, resigning yourself to yet another evening of Toji’s impromptu visits. As he raided your fridge with the same energy as an ungrateful college student that drops off his laundry and eats your food, you couldn’t help but wonder why you continued to tolerate his antics. Perhaps it’s his gorgeous face that even when nothing but bullshit and snarky remarks come out of it makes you want to sit on it. Or it’s his amazing daddy body that can go round after round with you, but can’t be bothered to move two feet to pick up the remote. Or maybe you have an undiscovered broke as fuck boyfriend kink that makes you dummy stupid.

“Why does it smell like a bunch of temple bastards took a shit in your living room?”

Or maybe, just maybe, you died long ago and this is your eternal hell.

*****

The weeks passed in a blur of half-hearted promises and fleeting moments of intimacy. Toji’s presence in your life remained as unpredictable as ever, his disappearances becoming a twisted routine that you had grown all too accustomed to.

‘Are we even dating?’

A thought suddenly popped into your head. You felt as if your stomach had hit the brakes hard after going over 90 on the interstate. What was really the point of this relationship? Well, it’s not like you both don’t get anything out of it. You both get amazing, mind-blowing sex and he gets a place to crash, food to eat, and money to spend on whatever dumb shit he likes.

…

You know, after laying it down like that, there’s obviously a clear winner that benefits from this in the long run.

However, just when you thought you had reached your breaking point, Toji dropped a bombshell that caught you completely off guard.

“I’m taking you out,” he announced one evening, his expression unusually earnest as he met your gaze. “A fancy date, with all that romantic shit you always bitch about.”

You quirked your eyebrow skeptically, crossing your arms over your chest. “The words ‘fancy’ and ‘romantic’ don’t fit your vocabulary. Your idea of fancy is wearing a button up shirt and your idea of romance is wearing a condom and buying flavored lube.” You sighed as he laughed obnoxiously. “What fancy place do you even know? Aren’t you, like, banned from almost every restaurant, café, dive bar, and soup kitchen within 50 miles of here?”

Toji grinned mischievously, a spark of excitement hinting in his eyes. “It’s a surprise,” he teased, his lips curling into a smirk. “But trust me, you’re gonna love it.”

You honestly doubt that. You know better than to get your hopes high when it comes to Toji’s promises. He either doesn’t deliver or doesn’t show up. Either way, you end up looking like a dumb bitch at the end of the day in your friend’s group chat. Yet, for some unknown reason, you found yourself getting excited.

*****

“Why do I have to be blindfolded for this?” you groaned as Toji guided you throughout the crowded sidewalk. The city buzzed with life around you, its neon lights casting an otherworldly glow as you navigate your way through the labyrinth of alleyways and side streets. You felt the slight breeze of people walking past you and felt the questioning gazes burn into you.

“Wouldn’t be a surprise if you could see where we were going, would it?” he whispered into your ear. “We’re almost there anyway…”

You felt anxiety and interest build in the pit of your stomach, your curiosity piqued as you drew closer to your destination. What sort of extravagant affair had Toji planned for you that you need a blindfold to go there? An underground Michelin-starred restaurant? A moonlit stroll along the riverbanks? An eyes-wide shut party?

As Toji finally came to a stop, you felt your stomach drop and heart race as he reached up to remove the blindfold from your eyes, his lips curling into a triumphant grin.

“Voila!” he exclaimed, gesturing grandly at the dimly lit building in front of you.

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you took in the scene before you. You both stood outside a familiar chain restaurant, its red gaudy mascot sign illuminated in garishly bright white letters against the night sky.

Red Lobster.

You blinked in confusion, struggling to process the sheer absurdity of what was happening.

“Red… Lobster?” you echoed incredulously, your voice laced with disbelief.

Toji shrugged nonchalantly, his grin widening into a boyish smirk. “Told ya it was fancy as shit.”

…

“WHAAAAAAAAATTT?!!!”

*****

Words could not describe the unbridled rage you were feeling right now. You could power a small village for 5 years with the amount of fury emanating from you. You sat slumped in the booth with a furious scowl stuck on your face as you stared fiercely at the lying moron currently stuffing his face with Cheddar Bay Biscuits. After gulping down three of the biscuits, he finally looks up at you.

“‘s matter with you?”

“You know damn well what’s the matter with me, Toji.” you seethed.

A few seconds of silence passed as he gulped down the rest of the biscuits. His face remained stoic as he looked you in the eyes.

“You gotta take a shit or somethin’?”

You slammed your fists against the table, sitting up straight and leaning over the table, the jarring sound of the utensils and cups on the table shook people from their conversations and turned their attention towards your table. You could care less what those slack jawed NPCs thought of you. Your attention was focused solely on your smug ass boyfriend.

“Toji,” you breathed harshly, “what the fuck am I wearing right now?”

“Huuh?”

“What the fuck do I have on right now? What kind of clothes do I have on?” You were shaking at this point.

Toji grinned at you smugly. “Whatever it is, it’s hot as fuck.”

“Of course it’s hot as fuck, Toji. And you wanna know why I’m wearing this hot as fuck outfit in this building of impending salmonella poisoning? Because you told me that we were going to a fancy and romantic place. Where people, oh I don’t know, don’t need to take a Pepto Bismol before and after dinner, where waiters speak in a posh accent but you know deep down that they only make 12 dollars an hour, where the food is served relatively fresh and not sitting in a deep-freeze for half year and warmed in a fucking microwave! But no! Here I am, looking like a 100 out of 10 sitting in a stained red booth, at a sticky table, sitting across from a man who looks like I just dragged a homeless man off the street just so I don’t look like a desperate loser coming into a fucking Red Lobster by myself!”

You ended your rant, panting and dropped back into your booth and cradled your head in your arms on the table. You knew this would happen. You just knew it! Leave it to a man with no concept of child support or how a garbage disposal works to take you anywhere relatively nice. The soft chattering and murmurs of the other patrons around you continued on, but you could feel eyes on you specifically. You groaned, not even bothering to raise your head.

“Jesus Christ… you couldn’t even pick a fucking Papadeux? Fucking Red Lobster…”

“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it,” he quipped, his mouth full of Cheddar Bay Biscuits.

“I have tried it, Toji. Everyone and their great-grandmother comes to fucking Red Lobster at least once for a birthday-anniversary-graduation-bullshit.”

“Well, it’s the thought that counts, right?”

“Toji, your “thought” doesn’t count for shit.”

You didn’t see it, but Toji flinched at your words. A pang of dejection flashed across his face, but just as you rose your head he turned his face back to stoic.

“Where’s the damn waiter?” he muttered, looking around. “AYO! Can we get some damn service?!” Toji loudly called, snapping his fingers.

Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed his arm. “Oh my fucking… Toji!”

Before he could say anything, a nervous looking waiter walked up to your booth.

“Hello guys, my name is Tommy and I will be your waiter today. Can I get you guys started with anything?”

“Uh, yeah, lemme get a mufuckin’ uuuuhhhhhhhhh…” This went on for a full two minutes. “Lemme get the unlimited oysters.”

You quirked your eyebrow at Toji with a perplexed look as the waiter jotted down his order. “Really? The oysters?”

He lazily nodded.

“Are you sure you wanna lock that in, baby?”

He nodded again, looking disgruntled that you would question his choice of food.

“Like, 100%? Are you really, really sure that’s what you wanna get?”

Toji tilted his head at you. “You questioning me?”

You raised your eyebrows passively and opened your menu. “Alright…” you remark, “It’s your funeral…” You muttered the last part under your breath.

The waiter sensing the tension amongst you two, hurried along the order conversation. “And what would you like to drink?”

“All your drinks are boring, so nothing.” he answered in dismissal, tossing the menu at Tommy who barely managed to catch it.

“And what would you like to order?” He directed his attention towards you.

“I’ll have the grilled half lobster with lemon butter, a tomahawk steak, and a bottle of Gin, please.” you answered, handing the menu to him.

“A-A bottle…?” Tommy the waiter stuttered. “We can mix it into a drink if you preferred–”

“I said what I said.” You looked at the basket on the table. “And can we get some more cheddar biscuits please?”

Tommy nodded with a bow. “Of course. I’ll be back with your drinks and some more biscuits for the table.” And with that, he scurried off.

Toji threw you a smug grin and whistled cheekily. “Wooow, babe. I didn’t know I was dining with royalty.” he chastised and you groaned. “Don’t expect me to pay for your share.”

“Pssh. Please Toji. With what money? It’s so obvious that I’m paying for this meal.”

“Wait, really?”

“Duh, Toji! Of course I’m paying for it! It’s practically routine at this point.” You groan out, annoyed and rolling your eyes. “It’s the main thing you use me for anyway…”

The air is immediately coated in awkward tension between the two of you. It’s not like you said anything wrong. This is Toji Fushiguro you’re talking about. The man only wants three things out of life: sex, money, and to sail through life never paying for anything. You fiddled with your fingernails to fill the dead air when you heard Toji smack his lips at you.

“Can’t you go one fucking second without bitchin’ at me for something so worthless?” he muttered. “What the hell’s wrong Red Lobster? Red Lobster is the epitome of sophistication. The ambiance, the seafood… it's all about setting the mood, babe.”

“Sophistication?” You scoff and look your boyfriend dead in his eyes. “Toji… you eat at fucking Burger King.”

“What the fuck’s wrong with Burger King?!”

“Oh! Hmm! Let’s see! Lemme think! Ummm! Ummm! How about, fucking everything Toji!”

“Do NOT disrespect the King!” Toji's smile faltered slightly, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his tone.

“The King is dead, Toji! Deeeaaad! He OD’d 25 years ago just like everyone else who eats at Burger King!” you shout, no longer caring about raising your voice. “People only eat Burger King because they have to! Never because they want to! Because if that were the case, then everyone would go to McDonald’s! Their food is leagues better!”

“Their Whoppers are a culinary masterpiece.” he seethed at you.

You snort. “Oh yes! You’re so right, Toji. Mm-mm! Yummy! Because nothing turns my appetite on more than a soggy burger and a 72% chance of food poisoning! Or you could just spend the extra dollar and get a Big Mac like the rest of society! And chicken nuggets with actual chicken!”

It was now Toji’s turn to scoff. “You just don’t understand the peak gourmet culinary complexities that is Burger King.”

“I would rather lick the inside of a Taco Bell bathroom toilet than eat a single chicken fry from Burger King. At least with the Taco Bell toilet there’d be remnants of edible food! It’s bottom tier, Toji. Where else in the world do you get “buffalo nuggets” for $3?! And why would you pay for that?! 10 piece chicken nuggets for $2?! What’re you, suicidal?!”

“It’s cheap and delicious!”

“It’s rat meat and smells like something threw up in a deep fryer and you fucking know it! It’s right there next to Arby’s.”

“Oh! So, now you’re dissing Arby’s?!”

“You bet your beautiful chiseled ass I’m dissing fucking Arby’s!”

“And what’s fucking wrong with Arby’s, huh?!”

“It’s rat food, Toji! It’s all rat food!”

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

“Have you ever been inside an Arby’s, Toji? Hmm? The people that eat there are either tasteless morons that think Jack in the Box is ‘too expensive’ or using the spot waiting for their Fentanyl dealer. It’s just like Burger King. You only go there because you have to, not because you want to.”

Toji leaned in, eyes dark. “You wouldn’t know good food if it came up to your doorstep with roses, wiped its feet off at the door, and fucked your throat.”

“Oh, is that right?!”

“Um! Excuse me…” a meek voice spoke up. You both whipped your heads to see your waiter trembling with a bottle of Gin and basket of cheddar biscuits in his hands. You both leaned back in your seats as he hurriedly placed drink and food on the table. “Your food will be here shortly…” Before he could dash off, you grabbed him by the sleeve.

“Hold on there, Tommy. Settle something for us, would’ja?”

“Oh, please don’t incorporate me in whatever this is–”

“Arby’s, Burger King, or McDonald’s? Which one would you eat?”

Tommy stood in silence for a few seconds before whispering a tiny scared “what?”

“The fuck you asking him for?!”

“Because unlike you, he has a job and doesn’t live off of gambling tickets and random women to buy his meals! Now Tommy, choose!”

“U-U-Ummm… well, considering I’ve gotten food poisoning from all three restaurants, I’d still choose McDonald’s any day…”

“What?!”

You smirk at Toji victoriously. “Thank you, Tommy. You just earned yourself a 80% tip.”

And with that, Tommy scurried off again.

“God! You can never just be fucking grateful for anything, huh?! You just have to whine and nag and complain about everything in that pissy little condensating tone of yours!”

“Tell me, Toji. What should I be grateful for? Hm? Sh-Should I be grateful that you put in the bare minimum for a date or that you even remember my name at all?”

“…”

“Should I be grateful that you even came back to me at all and not dead somewhere, shanked and killed in the street, like an overlooked hooker that the cops don’t give a shit about?”

Toji remained silent.

“You know what, Toji. You’re right. I should be grateful. I’ll be grateful knowing that when this dinner ends I can go back home and not have to deal with you for another 4 months. Maybe around that time you’ll find someone else to be a wallet for you.”

You reached into your bag and pulled out your phone, ending the conversation dead in the water. Again, you missed the pain in Toji’s eyes as he furrowed his eyebrows and slowly continued chewing. Not too long after, Tommy came back with your food. Staring down at the shiny, plastic-looking food before you, you grimace. The overpowering smell of the oysters churned your stomach and waned your appetite with each passing second. Pushing past your mixture of disgust and resignation, you begin to eat your food.

This dinner is the definition of ‘absolutely donkey dicks’. You couldn’t even consider the food you were eating as actual “food”. Plastic toy food from a child’s playset looks and smells more appetizing. The only thing that you can swallow without gagging is the bottle of Gin which is slowly asking for a refill. You sighed as you looked up from your plate and saw Toji slurping down oyster after oyster. You pushed the food around your plate with little enthusiasm.

Toji attempted to start a conversation multiple times, but his efforts fell flat in the suffocating silence that hung between you two.

Toji cleared his throat in an attempt to once again start a conversation causing you to look at him downcast. “So, uh, how’s the food?” he asked tentatively, his voice tinged with unfamiliar uncertainty.

You glanced up at him with a weary sigh, your disappointment written plainly across your face. “The lobster tastes like those bouncy balls you get from quarter machines drenched in garlic and butter and the steak is both ice cold and boiling lava hot.” You look back at your food. “How’s your oysters? Good?”

“Delectable. Like slurping down The God of Lust and War’s plump pearls.”

“Ugh…”

The silence stretched on between you two, the weight of your unspoken frustrations hanging heavy in the air. Toji let out a heavy sigh bringing your attention back to him.

“Look, uh… Y/N…” Toji started fidgeting. “I know this date is total shit. Worse than shit probably. Nobody likes fucking Red Lobster. Being in this place makes me want to set fire to the building trapping all these wrinkly white-haired fucks and servant dicks to burn. Agonizingly. But I would save you! And the Cheddar Bay Biscuits fuuuck that shit is amazing!”

You raised your eyebrow, but let him continue.

“You were right. I am… banned from most places. Fuck, I mean did you know that I was banned from Chili’s AND Applebee’s? Like, why the fuck would I even be in those shitholes?”

“That… probably has something to do with you setting fire to their parking lot and spray painting ‘FUCK YOUR TAXES’ on their windows respectively at multiple locations.”

“Oh yeeahh… damn. That was a great Halloween.”

“Yeah… it was interesting… watching you eat an entire 5-pound chocolate peep marshmallow and utterly lose your mind in what I can only describe as a hellish sugar rush.”

“Whatever. The point is… I… I really tried, y’know?” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. “I said a lot of shit and promised a whole fucking thing, but in reality… this is all I can do… Like, legally or whatever…”

You stared at Toji in somewhat disbelief. You were witnessing something striking and shocking. Were you actually seeing Toji being… remorseful? The Toji Fushiguro?

“So… not to be all… stupid and pathetic… but… y’know… I’m…”

“You’re?”

“I’m… thmrrry…”

“You’re what?” You leaned in.

“Mm mpfrrf!”

“Toji, I can’t understand you. Get your hand away from your mouth.”

“I’m sorry!” he shouted. “There. I said it.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. You bit the inside of your cheek just to make sure you weren’t dreaming. “Woah, Toji…” you mutter, stunned. “I didn’t think those words were capable of forming. I always thought that if you even tried saying it you’d vomit up blood and your intestines would explode.”

“Fucking… whatever, okay! Don’t make a big deal outta it. I only said it ‘cuz I wanted to…!” He was blushing and fidgeting more. “But that’s not all.”

Toji reached into his sweatpants pocket and pulled out a small velvet black box, his expression awkward and face slightly red as he pushed it across the table to you.

"I,… uh…, got you something," he grumbled, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and avoiding meeting your eyes. “Just— don’t make a big deal over it…”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion. Your skepticism warring at the unfamiliar genuine tone shift as you opened the box. You gasped softly. Inside the box, a beautiful arctic blue shone brighter than all the dim lights in the restaurant. You looked at Toji then back at the necklace. You were honestly speechless and your heart immediately softened into soft serve ice cream.

“Happy anniversary…” he muttered just loud enough for you to hear.

“Toji, this is…” you began, at a loss for words as you struggled to adjust to the sweet gesture that was foreign to Toji’s entire personality. “This is the sweetest and most beautiful thing you’ve ever done. Thank you, Toji.”

Toji softly frowned bashfully, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. “Good,” he stated firmly. “But, uh… just don’t wear it outside. It’s stolen.”

“Stolen?” you echoed.

“Yeah. An old buddy owed me a favor after getting rid of a few… pests for him. He said I could take anything as compensation so I took The Tears of Benzaiten. I was gonna pawn it, but then I thought of you and… shit y’know…” he trailed off, the blush growing on his face. “Then a few days later, he put a bounty on it and got all fucking weird about it. So, just… don’t wear it anywhere, got it? I like your face and I wouldn’t want a bunch of scars and bruises ruining it.”

“Toji. Are you seriously telling me that I’m holding a Japanese national treasure with a big enough bounty that I could be killed just for holding it and you are just giving it to me in a Red Lobster for our anniversary?”

Toji shrugged nonchalantly. “Y/N, you’re much more beautiful than some stupid necklace made from the tears of Goddess worth 90 billion Yen. And you know that if anyone came within 20 feet of you, I’d rip out their esophagus and crumple their pathetic human bodies into nothing.”

You sat in stunned silence trying to process all the information that was just thrown on you. You looked down at the necklace. Suddenly, you started to giggle. Then, your giggles turned to laughter. You put your head down as your laughter grew louder and louder. After a few moments and murmurs from other patrons later, you raised your head and leaned your cheek against your hand.

“Toji Fushiguro, you’re so…” You tried to find the words to describe the absurdity happening right now. “Impossible.” you remarked fondly, a smile tugging at your lips. “But I love you for it.”

Toji smirked proudly.

“But, I hate to break it to you baby… today’s not our anniversary.”

Toji's smirk immediately diminished. “What?! Yeah, it is!”

You shook your head, still smiling. “Afraid not, baby. You see… we don’t have an anniversary.”

“Yeah we do! We had our first date and everything!”

“We met at the track, went to a bar, and then had sex. Then, you disappeared for a week then you came back and we had make up sex. Other than that, you’ve been gone for about 75% of this relationship. This is technically the only date we’ve been on that didn’t end with me getting drunk and us having loud sex in the bathroom.”

“So… it’s not our anniversary?”

You shook your head again.

“FUCK!” Toji shouted, slamming his hand on the table with a loud crash and groaning into the booth.

You slightly giggled and put the necklace in your bag. You gently grabbed Toji’s hand and he flinched slightly at your sudden touch.

“If this were our anniversary, it would be the best anniversary ever.” You kissed his hand and stood up, looking down at his flushed face. “Come on.” you gestured, throwing some money with a big tip as promised on the table. “Let’s go home.”

Toji smiled and took your hand as you both left the restaurant, much to the other patrons' relief. As you both made your way back to the apartment, you had a small flicker of hope. For the future. For the relationship. For Toji.

It started out as a really shitty date, but turns out, deep down, Toji can be romantic. In his own way, of course.

When you both entered the apartment, Toji grabbed your hips and kissed you deeply. You melted into arms and moaned into the kiss. He pulled away with a smirk.

“You taste like garlic butter Gin.”

“And you taste like oysters.”

You stepped away from him and walked towards the living room.

“And where the hell are you going?” Toji asked, following close behind.

“Well, we’ve had makeup sex, angry sex, drunk sex, bathroom sex, and Scandinavian Yeti sex. But I don’t think we’ve had “anniversary” sex yet.”

Toji grinned smugly as he rushed you and threw you over his shoulder. “Fuck yeah! I’m not gonna let ya sleep tonight!” Toji roared, giving your ass a smack. You let out a gasp and laugh.

You hated this man sometimes, but you couldn’t deny the amount of love you had for him too.

This truly was the best anniversary ever.

~Omake~

“Urrreeegh…! Urg… fuck…”

“I told you not to eat those oysters, baby.” you soothed, rubbing Toji back gently.

Halfway through sexy time, Toji jumped off of you and started to feel the horrible after effects of Red Lobster oysters. You cringed as Toji continued to retch, groan, and spit all of his dinner in the toilet bowl.

“I’ll kill those bastards…! I’ll slit their throats and dance on their backs! I’ll get those– ugh! Oh god… bleerghh!”

You sigh and smile softly at his very real threats. You stepped out of the bathroom and put on some clothes.

“Where you goin’! We’re not… urgh… done yet!”

“Well, we’re gonna be here for a while, baby. I don’t know much about sorcerers, but I’m pretty sure I can recognize the symptoms of food poisoning.”

Toji groaned. “Fucking Red Lobster… making me miss out on anniversary sex…”

“I’ll be back in a few. You’re gonna need some water, Pepto Bismol, soda, crackers, and light snacks to keep down.”

“Nooo… don’t go…” he wearily waved at you to come back.

You leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, smiling gently at the sick man. “Do you want anything? I can get you some scratch off tickets. Dragon Stars Lotto. Those are your favorite, right?”

Toji smiled weakly. “You’re an angel, baby.”

You kissed the back of Toji's neck and smiled as he shuddered against your lips.

“When you get back, I’m gonna fuck the memories of anyone else outta you.”

You laughed, grabbed your bag, and left the apartment. Smiling and hopeful for what’s to come next.

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a/n: yo. sorry i've been gone for so long. been trying to find a new job and then suddenly decided to learn blender animation for some reason. (if anyone can give me tips it would be much appreciated) so i started working on this in February for like a valentine's thing then looked up and saw that is April so... happy april fool's! or whatever... enjoy a not so serious toji fic. more to come soon.

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cult-of-husbandos · 2 years

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arata ryuu [tsundere] - We're Not Friends!! We're Lovers... (pt. 2 of We're Not Friends)

synopsis: you and arata ryuu were now officially a couple. the two of you were very happy going about your routine and hanging out. however, you two haven't gone on your first date yet! how will things turn out??

genre: kind of angsty, fluff at the end

warnings: none

You felt like the happiest person in the world. You were now currently walking with your boyfriend, Arata Ryuu, who sloppily and emotionally confessed to you over a month ago. If you were to go back in time and tell yourself that you would be dating the guy that you full-blown avoided for weeks, you wouldn’t have believed it. After the confession, you told your friends that night what happened.

Usu-chan, your blonde yankee friend, let you both know upfront that she would beat the shit out of your boyfriend if he so much as made you cry. You and Ryuu-chan both agreed that, while it’s a very toxic mindset, Usu-chan made it clear that she values your happiness over anything.

Hana-chan went full know-it-all mode. Bringing up the love letters that Ryuu-chan would stuff in your locker and how she could ‘obviously smell the love and affection’ that your boyfriend put in those letters and gifts. She also made it very clear that she wanted the first pick to be a bridesmaid at your wedding.

Haru-chan’s face remained stoic when you told her but you could tell that she held some nervousness and anxieties about the two of you being together. She told you that as long as you were happy then that’s all that really mattered to her. She wasn't as upfront with her threats like Usu-chan, but she made subtle hints to Ryuu-chan in passing that he ever did something that made her best friend upset, something very dear of his would go missing. Ryuu-chan often avoids Haru-chan like the black plague, often complaining that she’ll put a curse on him. But you know that Haru-chan would never do that. At least not without your permission.

Things were looking up for the two of you. Ryuu-chan was working on his communication skills, you were getting along with his friends after apologies were said, and you both were happy and content walking home together every day hand in hand. You didn’t think that anything was missing from your relationship until one day, Hana-chan brought up a very important question at lunch.

You and your group friends were on the rooftop, eating lunch like always. When suddenly Hana-chan whipped her head towards you with rice sticking to the corners of her mouth.

“Woah! Jeez, Tsukomi-san! Would you at least give me a warning before you whip around like a drill?! You nearly knocked the bread out of my hand!” scolded Usu-chan, clutching onto her melon bread like it was the last one on Earth.

“Oh! Before I forget! (Y/N)-chan, where did you and Arata-chan go for your first date? Was it somewhere romantic~? Ooh! Or was it something small and quaint like a café date or an aquarium date? Ooh! I’m bursting to know! Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!” begged Hana-chan, scooting closer and closer to your face.

“Oh, yeah. Haven’t you guys been dating for like a month or whatever? I bet he took you to some cheap spot. He seems like the type to pull some shit like because you’re childhood friends…” grumbled Usu-chan.

“I’m quite curious as well.” chimed Haru-chan.

All eyes were on you as you stared blankly back at them. The silence became deafening and the girls were starting to get confused.

“You have gone on a date with Arata-san by now haven’t you, (Y/N)-chan?” asked Haru-chan.

When your eyes shifted down to the ground your best friends roared.

“WHAT?!!! Are you telling me that you two have been going out for a month now and you still haven’t gone out?!” shrieked Haru-chan, grabbing the hem of your skirt and tugging furiously.

“I guess it just never came up. We walk to and from school together every day and sometimes we hang out on the weekends at each other's houses so I guess the need for an official date never came up.” you explained.

“Hah? Do you mean to tell me this bastard bullies and ignores you for most of middle and high school, sloppily confesses to you with some fuckabout way of expressing his unrequited love to you that was his fault to begin with, AND DOESN’T EVEN HAVE THE FUCKING BALLS TO ASK YOU OUT ON A DATE NOW THAT YOU’RE HIS GIRLFRIEND?! UGH! THAT JUST PISSES ME OFF!!” screamed Usu-chan. Her whole aura seemed to be ablaze.

You quickly jumped to your boyfriend’s defense. “Well, it’s not entirely his fault! I didn’t ask either. But, do you think it’s time for an official first date? I mean, don’t you think it’s already too late to ask for one?”

“Of course not! A date is a date unless stated otherwise. Hanging out is cool and all, but going on a date and being with your lover is the most wonderful feeling in the world!” Hana-chan explained, a thick blush covering her cheeks. “You guys get to hold hands, you could share coffee and food, go shopping together, go to the movies and hold each other close wondering if one of you should make a move or not. Then, he finally walks you home and you stare into each other's eyes as you say your goodnights and slowly you’re overcome with urges and you lean into him to give them a passionate, lingering kiss that makes the world stop.”

Hana-chan should honestly sell romantic novels with that very detailed description. You were blushing by the end of it.

“I-Is… Is that what really happens on dates? Like holding each other and k-k-kissing…” you stuttered and pulled your legs to your chest. Your face was burning hot, imagining Ryuu-chan giving you a kiss and holding you close. The closest you two have ever gone has been hand holding and the occasional hug. Ryuu-chan often gets embarrassed and stutters a million different reasons on PDA.

‘Maybe if we did go on an official date then maybe we would become closer and things like hugging and kissing won’t be so awkward.’

“Hm? Hana-chan, aren’t you single? How would you know what happens on dates if you’ve never been on one?” asked Haru-chan blatantly. She never was good at sugar-coating the obvious.

Hana-chan dramatically clutched to her chest and let out a sob. “H-hey! You don’t have to say it like that! A-And just because I haven’t been on a date yet doesn’t mean I don’t read romantic novels or watch romcom movies! Waah!! You’re so mean, Haru-chan!” Hana-chan now had tears in her eyes and was softly hitting her best friend.

“You’re right. My mistake. I’m sorry, Hana-chan.” Haru-chan softly petted Hana-chan’s head. “Please stop crying now. Your tears are ruining your foundation and mascara.” And as if Haru-chan never offended her, Hana-chan quickly shot up and pulled out her compact mirror, searching for any signs of smudging or patches.

“R-Really? This foundation cost me $40 and I paid $50 for this mascara!”

Looks like Hana-chan’s going to cry for a different reason.

Usu-chan turned her attention towards you. “Anyways, um… like what Hana-chan said but without the mushy-gushy shit, a date is very different from just hanging out. Anyone can just hang out. A date is catered to the both of you. Even something as small and stupid as eating takeout together while you watch an early 2000s poorly-aged movie can be a date. As long as it’s stated that it is a date.”

You nodded to Usu-chan’s words. ‘I guess the distinction must be really important to some people. I wonder if it’s important to Ryuu-chan… He hasn’t said anything about a date but we are dating, aren’t we?’

“Hmm, maybe you’re right, Usu-chan.”

“Of course I’m right. So, it’s decided that you two are going on a date this weekend and you have to tell us each and every detail.” Usu-chan said, smirking.

“When did I agree to that?!” You squeaked, blushing harder than before.

“Oh, you’re gonna… because if that rat bastard thinks that he can get away with dragging you along ALL THIS TIME WITHOUT A DATE he is sadly mistaken…” A dark aura was now surrounding Usu-chan.

You nervously gulp and for the sake of your boyfriend’s future you submit to the idea and make a plan on how to even go about asking Ryuu-chan on a date.

—

The final bell rang throughout the school and it might as well have been the toll of death. Ever since lunch you’ve been thinking of nothing else but the conversation about the date. It was now the end of the day and you had no idea what you were even going to say. You were practically dragging your feet towards the front gate where Ryuu-chan was waiting for you with his friends. Your mind was now racing and you just wanted to keel over. As you got closer, you could hear their conversation.

“We were thinking of going to the arcade this Sunday. You wanna join?” asked his black-hair friend, tossing his arm over Ryuu-chan’s shoulder.

“Nah. I think I’ll pass.” answered your boyfriend without much hesitation.

“Whaaat?? Did you even think about it? C’mon man! You haven’t hung out as a group in forever~! Just come~!”

“Dude, don’t you remember? He’s got a girlfriend now. The last thing he wants to waste his Sunday on is hanging out with a bunch of dudes in a dimly-lit arcade. Honestly, if I had a girlfriend I’d do the same thing too.” chimed his blonde-haired friend, tossing Ryuu-chan a knowing smirk.

“Man, you’re so lucky~! How come you get a cute girlfriend? What’s your secret?!” begged his black-hair friend, shaking Ryuu-chan by his collar as the rest of his friends laughed.

“Quit exaggerating.” Ryuu-chan grumbled, quickly brushing off his friend’s hands and looking away. “It’s not even a big deal. And she’s not that cute.”

You felt a pang in your heart at his words. You knew you weren’t anything special to look at, but did your own boyfriend not even think you were cute? Should you even ask about a date at this point? What if Usu-chan was right and he was dragging you along? Ugh… what to do, what to do?

“Woah, dude, don’t you think that’s a little-?” the blonde-haired boy cut his sentence short as he saw you walking up towards them.

“Hey (L/N)-san!” the blonde-haired boy greeted.

Putting on your best smile, you returned his greeting. “Hey guys! What’re you guys talking about?”

Your boyfriend and his friends all looked at each other before the black-haired boy responded with a grin. “Nothing important. Anyways, later (L/N)-san! Later bro! Come on, Yashimuro. Let’s give these lovebirds some privacy on their way home!” he snickered and laughed with the other boy before the both of them ran off.

Your boyfriend’s face had a small tint of red in his cheeks as he grumbled. “Those morons… tch… lovebirds? Gross…”

You felt another pang in your chest. Weren’t you two lovebirds? I mean, you two weren’t exactly the lovey-dovey type of couple but weren’t not lovebirds, right? And what did he mean by gross? Maybe he thought the word ‘lovebirds’ was gross? With each second that passed, your confidence was shrinking. You were so deep in thought that you didn’t notice Ryuu-chan staring at you.

“Uh, you good?” he asked, tapping you gently on the shoulder.

You snapped out your thoughts and tossed him a smile. “Yeah, uh, you ready to go?”

Ryuu-chan stared at you for a minute before nodding. You both then began your walk home.

— The two of you were walking in pure silence. Your stomach was jumping and tossling with anxiety over how this was going to go. Conflicting thoughts were racing around in your head so much you could feel yourself getting dizzy. On the other hand, you hadn’t noticed Ryuu-chan sneaking glances at you from time to time. You’ve never been this quiet during the walk home. You were always talking about something or someone or what you saw on TikTok that day. This silence was killing him just as much as it was killing you. Suddenly, he spoke up jostling you out of your thoughts.

“Are you okay? You’re never this quiet?”

“Huh? Oh, um, yeah. I was just… thinking… about stuff.”

He quirked his eyebrow at your mumbling. “If this is about what Kujiro said about us being ‘lovebirds’ , don't pay attention to him. He’s an idiot. Even more than you.”

“W-What?!” You whipped your face towards him. Did he just call you a lesser idiot than his friend?!

“It’s true. That guy once asked me if a taco inside a burrito would count as Italian food because it’s ‘double Mexican’. Whatever the fuck that means.”

“I’ve never asked something like that! Don’t go comparing me to Kujiro-san!”

“You literally asked me last week if ostriches could swim because penguins could swim but couldn’t fly too.”

You pouted and huffed. “It’s a valid question. It’s called being inquisitive. When was the last time you ever thought outside of the box?”

“That’s not thinking outside of anything. That’s just called being a moron.”

You huffed again. So, he really thought you were a moron? Comparing you to his stupid friends. You continued debating over if you even wanted to continue this with asking him on a date if he thought all your ideas and questions were dumb. Ryuu-chan on the other hand was starting to wonder if he took it too far with teasing you. You were completely zoned out of the conversation with a prominent pout on your lips even when he kept talking. It was obvious that you weren’t listening and so the walk went back to being completely silent.

—

You two finally reached the steps of your house and you had to come to a decision. If you asked at least then your relationship would be set in stone. But, if you didn’t ask, Usu-chan would maim your boyfriend. You loved your boyfriend too much so you chose the former.

“Hey, um… Ryuu-chan. Can I ask you something?” you asked, stepping onto your porch.

“Hm? Yeah, what?”

“Um… I was wondering if… you… if you wanted to um… maybe… go out this Sunday?” You peeked up at your boyfriend to see his reaction. You were shocked to see him so shocked. His face was as red as a tomato and his mouth was gaping like a fish.

“W-WHAT?! LIKE A DATE?!” he exclaimed.

You huffed and stomped your foot. “Yes! A date!! What! Do you NOT want to date me?!”

“I didn’t say that, you dumbass!! Don’t go assuming shit!!” Ryuu covered his mouth after realizing how loud he was and looked down at the ground. You’ve never seen Ryuu’s face so red in your life. It seemed that at any minute his whole head would explode. “W-Where do you even wanna go for a stupid date?” he mumbled behind his hands. It was now your turn to blush. You wanted to do something that could be fun for the both of you. You then remembered Hana-chan suggestions about date locations.

“Umm… we could go to the cafe? Or see a movie. Maybe the aquarium or something… A-Anything would be okay if you wanna do it too.” you also mumbled. The street was eerily quiet as you mumbled. You honestly wanted to just rush inside your house and hide in the safety of your bedroom. That’s when your eloquent boyfriend spoke up again.

“F-Fine! We’ll go on a stupid date! When do you wanna meet?!”

“O-oh, um… how about the afternoon, maybe 3? We can meet downtown…”

“Tch! Fine! But you better be there on time or I’m leaving!”

Before you could say anything else your boyfriend rushed off. You slowly walked into your house where you met with your brother walking down the stairs. He stared at you curiously. “What’s with you?”

“I think I just scheduled a date with Ryuu-chan…”

“WHAT?!”

—

If it wasn’t for the crippling anxiety that rocked your every core that stopped you from consuming breakfast, you’d be throwing it up by now. Your room was littered with clothes, ankle-deep with skirts, shirts, sweatshirts, dresses, and all the alike. You can even count how many clothes you’ve put together and tore off. You called your best friends in the midst of a mental breakdown and Hana-chan assured you that it was normal to have date anxiety. It was your first one ever. She calmly gave you makeup instructions and helped you pick out your best outfit yet. Usu-chan and Haru-chan sent you varying words of comfort that could also be tied in as curses and future disdain towards your boyfriend. Staring into the mirror once more you turned your head towards your alarm clock.

2:35 p.m.

‘Better leave now or I’m gonna be late.’

You took in one more deep breath and exited your bedroom.

After getting past your big brother's questions and reassurances that you’d call him if anything went wrong, you were sitting in the train headed towards downtown. Hana-chan was sweet enough to send you a list of activities of possible things you could do on your date. Feeling way more confident than you did all morning, you were ready to take on this date head on. You felt like nothing could possibly go wrong.

You finally made it into downtown with little time to spare. Searching all around you finally found your boyfriend, standing next to a water fountain looking at his phone. You smiled and ran up to him.

“Hey!” you called out.

He looked up at you and put his phone away. “You’re late.” he stated bluntly, a frown on his face.

Your smile dampened a little as you checked the time on your phone. “Only by like 2 minutes…”

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes. “That’s still late, dumbass. And what the hell’s that on your face?”

“My makeup…?”

“Tch. Makes you look weird.”

‘Okaaayyyy… We’re off to a shaky start. But, that’s okay! With Hana-chan’s Guide to Dating: Tips, Tricks, & Sneaky Licks this date will turn out great!’

“Um, so! Are you hungry? I was thinking we could stop off at a café first for lunch before doing other things.”

Ryuu shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I could eat.”

Your smile returned. “Great! I know a great one we could go to!”

Ryuu said nothing as you both walked towards the café that Hana-chan suggested.

You finally arrive after a few minutes of walking and head inside the café. It’s a little more cutesy than what Hana-chan described, but nothing too overbearing. You thought it looked nice.

“What is this shit? What kinda girly café did you drag me to?” grumbled Ryuu-chan.

Okay, maybe others don’t think it’s very nice.

“It’s not that girly! A-And besides, this café caters to couples. Plus, the food is really good. And you can take a cute couple picture and put it up on the wall for a discount on your meal!”

“Eww! What?! What kinda cringy shit is that? I would rather eat from the garbage than do that.”

“Well, I thought it was a cute idea…”

“What was that?”

“I said, let's sit down and order!”

You were really trying to be in good spirits. This was the first place and Ryuu was already finding things to hate about it. You thought the couple picture idea would’ve been a cute and nice souvenir to take home to remind you of your first date. It’s a little cringey but he could’ve just said that he didn’t want to do it instead of insulting the idea outright. But, it’s okay! Because like most couple cafés on the menu is a special couple’s drink that comes with two straws. You made sure to order it after Ryuu ordered his food. You both talk for a bit, but the air between you two is so thick that only a butcher's knife could cut it. You can’t even read his face. Does he even want to be here? You’ve never felt so shifty and nervous in your life. Not too long after the waitress came back with your food and the special drink.

“What the hell is that?” Ryuu-chan asked, grimacing over the large fizzy drink that sat in the middle of the table.

“This is the café’s speciality. The Lovey-Dovey Fizzy Doki Doki Drink! It’s a couple’s drink. See? It comes with two straws so we can share it.” you explained with a bright smile.

“Wow…”

‘Wait… is Ryuu-chan going to say something romantic??’

“You really want me to die of cringe, don’t you?”

Or maybe he’ll hate it and crush every ounce of romance in the air.

“W-What…?”

“I wouldn’t be caught dead drinking this shit. And what with the name? They couldn’t think of anything normal to call it?”

“I thought it was cute…”

“And just looking at it alone is enough to give you cavities. Seriously, who would be dumb enough to drink this shit. And why would I share it with you?” As Ryuu-chan went on and on, you felt your heart chipping away. You thought it would be cute and romantic to share a few sips of the drink and eat your food before continuing with the date. Instead, he’s ranting about everything that has to do the mere mention of couples. You quickly stood up from your seat stopping your boyfriend's couples equal cringe rant.

“I need to go to the restroom. I’ll be back.” you muttered quickly.

You quickly sped off to the nearest restroom before Ryuu could notice anything. You walked over to the sinks and tried your best to calm down. You were hit with this hinting feeling of deja vu. It was like Ryuu-chan was reversing in personality back to who he was before you two got together. You groaned and leaned against the sink. This was a terrible start to the date. Why did you bring him here? You knew he’d have some gripes about being in a couple’s café but you didn’t think he would go into this anti-couple rant. You took a deep breath and took a look at Hana-chan’s list.

‘Okay. It’s fine. There are other great things to do that’ll bring this date back up. It’s not the end of the world.’

You took a few more deep breaths and stared into the mirror smiling.

“This is going to be a great date! I just have to believe and be positive!” you said to yourself before exiting the restroom. As you exited the restroom, you noticed Ryuu-chan staring intensely at his phone and scrolling.

‘Oh no… Was I in there too long?’

You cleared your throat and put on your best smile. “Sorry! Was I gone too long?”

Sparing you a passing glance, Ryuu shrugged and put his phone back into his pocket. “No, not really. But, you sure took your sweet ass time.”

Deciding to ignore that, you clapped your hands together. “Okay! So, are you ready to go now?”

Ryuu-chan quirked his eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to eat? Isn’t that why we came here?”

You looked at Ryuu-chan’s plate. He’d eaten most of, if not all of his phone while your food lay untouched.

“Uh, no… um… I’m not all that hungry. But, don’t worry, I'll pay for my food.” You reached into your bag, taking out your wallet.

Ryuu was quiet for a while as you took out the money and put it on the table. “Tch. Whatever. Your loss.” He took out his wallet and put some money down on the table as well. Ryuu’s grumpiness wasn’t going to rattle you now. You had a full list of other things to try with him and there’s no way he can hate all of them.

—

He hated all of them. Every. Single. One. After the café, you suggested a movie and you let him pick the movie, but you might as well have asked a 13 year old to plan a 401k that would’ve been a much more pleasant experience than what happened at the movie theater. Firstly, as the movie started you followed another one of Hana-chan’s tips and wanted to cuddle up to your boyfriend. Your boyfriend nearly jumps out of his seat and makes a huge deal about being too close to him all the time and that you should know how he feels about PDA. You then tried to explain to Ryuu that no one was in the theater and it was you two in the entire place together. He then launched into saying that it didn’t matter and “what will people think if they see two people cuddling together.” So, you basically sat through a two hour movie that you couldn’t even focus on because your boyfriend made a huge deal about you leaning on him while he was on his phone for 2/3s of the movie. Then, you both went to the aquarium and things seemed to be looking up. Ryuu seemed to be very knowledgeable about marine life. He told you every little fact about almost every sea creature you saw. However, things took a dip when you went to the shark exhibit. As he was telling you facts about the majestic shark in front of you, you grabbed onto his hand. That’s when he jerked back and looked at you like you were crazy. You told him that he was overreacting to a simple touch and that you were just trying to hold his hand. That’s when he told you to keep your hands to yourself and refused to talk throughout the entire exhibit, looking only at his phone.

By this point, you were exhausted. Nothing seemed to work and all of the other activities on Hana-chan’s list seemed like a waste of time. Why would he agree to go on a date if he wasn’t willing to be a couple in public? Was he embarrassed of you or something? What Ryuu said to his friends at the school gate rang in your head as you left the aquarium with your grumpy boyfriend. “She’s not even that cute.” That’s what he said. Maybe now that he had spent some time with you… maybe he realized you weren’t that cute. Maybe that’s why he didn’t want to show PDA in public…

Your mood was turning sour by the second and your self-esteem was at an all time low. By this point, you just wanted to go home. You looked up at the sky and noticed how dark it had gotten. Of course… with the two hour movie and the how many hours it took to walk through the entire aquarium it’s no wonder it’s almost dark out. You sighed and looked over at your boyfriend. Is the reason why you two always hang out at his house is because he doesn’t really love you? Just the old version of you.

“Well, that was a waste of time…” you heard your boyfriend mutter. That piece of your patience and will cracked.

“Yep, it sure was. Thanks for ruining that place too.”

“What?”

“Your attitude today really pissed me off, Arata. If you didn’t want to go on this stupid date you should’ve just said something instead of making me look like a try-hard moron.”

Letting out a huff, you turned your heel to start walking back to the train station when you were immediately pulled back by Ryuu.

“W-Wait! Where are you going?” he asked, the tone of his voice shifting a little bit. So now he cares now that you finally spoke up about it.

“Home, obviously. To think I was all worried about how I would look for our date today when you obviously don’t give a shit about anything.”

You were so done at this point. When Hana-chan told you that you’d be drained after your first date you were pretty sure she didn’t mean emotionally drained. This has been the most draining event of your life. Well, minus that time you binged Hi Bye, Mama. God, that Kdrama was sad. Just as you were about to continue walking you were suddenly yanked into a sprint by Ryuu, nearly tripping over yourself to keep up with him.

“H-Hey! What’re you doing?! Let me go! I’m gonna fall, you jerk!”

“Will you just shut up and follow me! I have to show you something!”

You let out a huff but continued to follow Ryuu who was now going a little bit slower.

‘What could he possibly want to show me now? Ugh… where are we even going?’

—

You never thought that your date would end with you scaling an empty hiking trail in the dark, but here you were. With your boyfriend clutching onto you like you were going to blow away in the wind. Anytime you would trip over something in the dark, Ryuu was oddly kind enough to wait for you and continue moving. The more you looked back, the more the darkness was starting to creep you out.

“Umm… Ryuu-chan? Where are we going?”

Ryuu continued walking and started muttering to himself. “It’s gotta be around here somewhere… Where did those idiots…”

‘Huh? Was he looking for something?’

After walking up the trail for nearly an hour, the trees branched off into a clearing and the trail was gone. Up in front were stairs and something glowing on top of the hill.

“We’re here.”

Still holding onto your arm, Ryuu led you up the stairs and to the top. Your eyes widened to the scene in front of you. A thick blanket laid out on the ground with food, drinks, pillows, and tiny electric soft-glowing candles. You looked over at your boyfriend who had a full-blown blush on his face and stared intently at the ground. But, he was with you this whole time how could he have had time to–

“Is this why you were on your phone the entire time? Did Kujiro-san and Yashimuro-san help put this together?” you asked.

“Y-Yeah. When I told those idiots I had a date with you they helped me put this together.” he answered, guiding you towards the blanket. He fluffed a pillow for you to sit on and gave you a bento. “H-Here.” he said, shoving a bento into your hands. “Y-You didn’t eat anything at the café or at the movies, so…” he trailed off.

Well, as angry and upset as you were, you were still kind of hungry. Especially since you didn’t even eat breakfast. Opening up the bento, you gasped at the beautiful array of food. It was your favorite meal and it was still warm! The delicious smell made your stomach let out a loud groan. You immediately took a bite and your eyes lit up at the flavor. “Mmm! This is delicious, Ryuu-chan! Did you make this?!” you asked, scarfing down more.

“Of course I did, dumbass. And of course it’s delicious! I made it! Everything I make is incredible!”

“Mm! Oh my god! I could eat your cooking every day!”

A light red blush appeared on Ryuu’s face as you kept eating. “Every day, huh…” he mumbled. “W-Well, I could make you lunch every day… IF I have time… so don’t just expect me to cook for you all the time, you dummy…”

You looked over at your boyfriend and put the bento in your lap.

“Ryuu-chan?”

“What?”

“Did you not have fun on our date?”

It was quiet again and Ryuu turned to look at you, almost flabbergasted that you would even insinuate that.

“The hell are you talking about?”

“Well, with the way you were acting at the café and the movies and the aquarium, it kinda just seemed like you just hated everything. Including me…”

Ryuu’s eyes widened. Him? Hate you? He never said that! And even if he were to say it, he’d knock his teeth out of his mouth before he could even form the sentence.

“You moron! What makes you think I hate you?! I never said I hated you!”

“You didn’t literally say it, your body language did!” you exclaimed, now fully turned to him. “I mean, I lean up against you in the movie theater and you act like I’m stabbing you. A-And at the aquarium too! You jerked your hand away when I barely touched you and you said it was a waste of time! If that’s not hate, I want to know why you were acting like I was dragging you places and why didn’t we just come here if you were already planning to have the date here?”

The quiet air was suffocating and Ryuu’s eyes seemed to be focusing on everywhere else except for you.

“It-It wasn’t like that! I was just- I- Goddamnit! Why does this have to be so fucking complicated!” Ryuu shouted to the sky causing you to flinch. Now you were even more confused. You reached out to Ryuu and gingerly stroked his arm. This time he didn’t flinch at your touch, but he relaxed and finally looked at you. A massive blush was all over his face and he looked… tearful?

“I… I didn’t mean to say all that shit. I actually liked the places you took me to. Honestly, you planned out a better date than I could ever imagine. You took me to a café with good food and service and you didn’t get to enjoy it because of me. At the café, I was… I… I was embarrassed…”

“Embarrassed? Of what? Me?”

“WHAT? NO! Of course not! I was embarrassed of… myself.”

“What? Ryuu-chan, I don’t understand. What would you have to be embarrassed by in a café?”

“Oh, come on. Look at me, (Y/N). I don’t exactly fit the picture of some suave romantic guy. I mean, look at what I’m wearing! You’re the one that dressed all cute for this date. Your hair, your makeup, your clothes. You looked 100000% ready for this date. And me? I don’t deserve to be standing next to someone like you…”

A blush was now forming on your cheeks as Ryuu’s words all seemed to fumble out.

“B-But you said my makeup looked weird…”

“Because you don’t need it! Seriously, what the hell were you thinking when you were putting that shit all over your face?! You’re fucking beautiful without it!”

“B-B-Beautiful…!” You were quick to hide your face and turn away from your boyfriend. Were you dreaming?! You had to be dreaming! There is no way that your emotionally stifled boyfriend just called you ‘beautiful’. Your eyes must be broken or maybe you're just hearing things.

“W-Wha-! Oi! You got a problem with me calling you that or something?” Ryuu shouted, trying to remove your hands from your face.

“N-N-No! No! I mean- It’s just…” you peeked up at your boyfriend through your fingers, “you’ve never called me ‘beautiful’ before…”

Both your boyfriend and your face seemed to be full of red madness tonight. You could feel him trembling softly as he still held onto your wrists. You slowly removed your hands from your face and stared at your cute blushing boyfriend.

“Well,… you are, idiot. And I shouldn’t have to keep telling you that. You should just wake up and know that! Me? I’m just… average. I was afraid more than anything that… you’d see that today.”

“S-So, the reason you didn’t want to take couples pictures at the café or hold my hand is because… you were afraid that I would be too good for you?”

Ashamed, Ryuu lowered his head and nodded.

“Dumbass.”

Ryuu was caught off-guard as you tackled him to the ground in a soul crushing hug. Before Ryuu could say anything it was now your turn.

“How could you even think that?! Do you know how many girls look at you at school and I have to keep all my senses together to not be jealous! I just wanted us to have fun today. To have an official date that screams to everyone “HEY! WE’RE BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND!”. I was so nervous this morning that I didn’t even have breakfast! I had to get Hana-chan to help me even put together an outfit and give me suggestions for this date because that’s how special you are to me! I wanted to look cute and beautiful for you! So don’t you ever call yourself average again!! You’re my handsome Ryuu-chan!!”

Your face was buried deep into your boyfriend’s chest, trying everything in your power to not cry and ruin his shirt. Finally, you looked up at him again to see him also blushing even harder than before.

“And to be perfectly honest, I’d settle for a hiking picnic date over any other expensive romantic date in the world! As long as I’m with you Ryuu-chan that’s all that matters to me.”

“I-Idiot… that’s my line…” Ryuu mumbled, softly holding you. You sighed deeply and smiled. Now this was the perfect end to a perfect-

“Oh, wait! Before I forget!”

You grabbed onto Ryuu’s shoulders and pulled yourself up from his chest. His face turned from inquisitive to shocked as you placed a soft kiss on your boyfriend's lips. You felt him take a sharp inhale and then slowly kissed you back. As you pulled away, Ryuu was a stuttering, blushing mess. You smiled and leaned against his chest.

“Now, it’s perfect.”

a/n: i hope you enjoyed part 2! please look forward to my other works that'll be coming soon.

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