Could I request Izuki confessing to Seirin manager (reader) who loves puns just like him, please? Thanks :)
Well it isn’t exactly a confession. But I get lost when I write and all,so I stop where I think is a perfect ending. Whoops. Whelp, hopefully you enjoy it bby.
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You’re early to arrive at the gym, preparing the drinks and wet towels for the boys. Minutes tick by and one by one, the basketball team pour into the vicinity, filling it with chatters and laughter. Izuki is the first to notice you and walk over to you. Your heart skips a beat when your eyes catch sight of his approaching figure and you turn to him. Oh, god. You have just seen him yesterday and it hasn’t even been 24 hours, what’s up with your heart?
“[Name]-chan, [Name]-chan.” He begins.
Hyuga sighs exasperatedly. “Here we go again.” He deadpans.
Instead of his usual puns, he stands in front of you with a hand pointing to you before it moves to his face, making a half wave and pulling his fingers together and pulling his hand away few inches from his face. To say the least, everyone is surprised of the sudden unfolding of event, that is, until he opens his mouth.
“I learned some sign language, it’s pretty handy.”
And the other groan and go back to what they’re about to do before the interruption earlier.
“I bet he came up with that hand sign on the spot.”
“For a second, I thought he caught a fever.”
You let out a short chuckle before replying. “Riko, Izuki’s threatening to do unspeakable things to me… like sign language!” You exclaim in a feigned terror-struck voice, hearing a few snickers in the background whilst said girl shakes her head and sighs, marking the official commencing of another pun-filled hour of practice.
He’s different on court; focused and composed. You watch him practice, your heart beating erratically in your chest and your cheeks are dusted with a shade of light pink. Your mind wonders back to the hand signs he performs in front of you. For all you know, he might just be moving his hand around but something about the beginning of the gesture gets to you. He points at you first, before doing the rest of the complicates signs.
Riko calls for a ten minute interval in your midst of daydreaming and before you know it, Izuki is already taking a seat next to you and you hastily gather yourself and hand him one of the many water bottles aligned on the bench on your other side. He gulps the drink abrasively, sweat rolling down his face, making his skin glisten in the light of the run that pierces through the windows.
“Hey, Izuki, what did that sign mean? It wasn’t just for the punch line, is it?”
By the time you ask, he is already wiping the water off the corner of his lips. The aforementioned boy turns to you and smile knowingly but something about it confirms that you’re not gong to get the answer anytime soon and making it more obvious that he there’s more to him than he lets out to be.
“Hyuga and the others has been annoyed of them that I didn’t do any last week. He needs to understand that seven days without puns make one weak.” The dark haired boy sighs dishearteningly.
Okay, ouch. That kind of hurt. To know that the guy you like come to you, make the most jaw-dropping -okay, well not really- gesture only to have him admit that its all for the sole purpose of a single-liner pun. Although you get the pun in there, you couldn’t bring yourself to laugh besides the dry chortle that erupts from your mouth.
“Senpai, can you take a picture of me? I need to show Alex how well I’ve improved!” Kagami pops out of nowhere and hands out his phone for Izuki.
You’re about to ask how a single picture can show one’s improvement when you remember that Riko can tell from just a look too. Kagami is grinning ear to ear with a basketball in one hand and his other hand on his hips. It happens too fast; Izuki counting to three and Nigou barking and running Kagami’s way. The red-haired boy, noticing his approaching enemy jerks to the opposite side from Nigou’s direction and just that moment, the sound of the clicking camera rings in your ear.
Kagami stares at blurry picture in his phone screen, undoubtedly speechless at the outcome of the photo. “Don’t be mad, Kagami-kun. Nigou just want to take a picture with you too.” Kuroko tries to comfort him, Kagami doesn’t react until he hears an agreeing bark from next to him where Kuroko stands with the Nigou in hand.
“Argh! Get that thing away from me!”
You discreetly chuckle as Kuroko holds Nigou out to Kagami and start chasing after him.
“Hey, [Name], I’m no photographer but I can picture us together.” Izuki grabs your attention.
At first you just stare at him before turning into a tomato. On most occasion, you have a counter pun for him but right now, words fail you. Wait, is it even a pun? Because if it is, it’s leaning to the category of cheesy pick-up lines. And after your earlier conversation, you really don’t need him making your heart feel like its going to stop beating.
“I see, you’re so…” You trail off, “Punny.” Man, is that the best you can do? Really, [Name], really?
You’re mentally scolding yourself. But your agitation dissipates when you see the look of astonishment on Izuki’s face and he pulls out the notebook he keeps his pun in and write something on it. And when practice resumes, you can’t hold back from googling the sign language Izuki made by describing his hand movements into Google Search.
“You point to the person as if to refer to them, then make a one-hundred degree move with your palm facing your face blah blah blah…” You mumble to yourself, scanning over the text. “And that’s how you say ‘You’re beautiful’ in sign language-” Your jaw drops and you reread the whole page again to affirm what you’ve just learned.
When practice ends and Izuki is packing his things into his duffle bag with you sitting on the bench next to him, you can’t hold it in anymore and open you mouth. “Hey so I googled that sign language that you made, it actually has a meaning and it’s ‘You’re beautiful’ which is absurd, I know-” Oh god, what are you saying, [Name], stop now. “-Because I’m sure you just came up with that stuff and it just so happens to mean that-” You awkwardly laugh. “-But it’s all a coincidence, right? Because we’re friends and that’s nice of you to say that- if you really mean to but that’s just absurd, right?” And finally, you end your babbling with another short, awkward laugh.
“Nope.” He smiles casually.
“Yeah, I thought so too-” You stop mid-sentence. “Wait, what?”
“I told you, I can picture us together.” He slings his bag over his shoulder with the same smile.