I wanna be yours
Synopsis: You have had a crush on your older brother's best friend for years now, Shinichiro Sano, the biggest loser there is to exist, but he shares the same pining for you?
Pairing: S.sano x gn! reader
Genre: Fluff-> Suggestive-> Angst -> Fluff, SFW
TW: Age gap (4 years) smoking, crying, cursing, Waka being mean, Shin being the biggest flirt ever, sooooo much tension Phew~
WC: 2k
A/N: Reader is around 18 here and Shin is 23. Before you come at me saying 'omg the age gap' shush.
Song rec: Just One Day by BTS (listened to it on rep while writing.)
You frowned at the grey clouds, meandering malevolently overhead, the moisture in the air made you sniffle as you found yourself tracing your steps to Shin's shop.
A weird dread lingered whenever you came to your brother's best friend's shop. The smell of gasoline and that crooked smile on his face, smeared with oil and dirt always sent a catastrophic spurge of butterflies in your stomach.
"Sano san," you called, entering the half-open shutter. Half-open to stop the water from entering. You were drenched from head to toe, clothes sticking uncomfortably to your skin and the cold made you shiver.
Shinichiro peeked at you from under one of the cars. His black tresses stuck to his forehead due to the sweat and humidity under the machinery, "Hey Y/N", he drawled, his eyes squinting to adjust to brightness as he saw your pathetic and soggy state, "shit, you're soaked." He said stating the obvious.
With a slight groan, he got out from under the car, his breathy voice sending shivers down your already trembling figure.
Dusting his pants he looked at you, "Got caught in the rain?" He said with his onyx eyes seemingly undressing your soul.
You bob, "Do you mind if I stay here till the rain stops? It's really cold."
Shinchiro nods as he picks up a towel to wipe his sweat with, throwing it somewhere on one of the bikes. He looks at you for an uncomfortably long time, his inky, dark eyes raking on your drenched silhouette. He has to clench his fists to stop him from staring, he sighs and walks into the storage as you stand awkwardly, soaked like a duckling in the middle of his shop.
He comes back with a jacket, his posture straight and wide shoulders pushed back as he walks. He grabs the jacket with his hand and comes close to you, you can smell his peppermint aftershave, his chest inches away from your face as he puts the jacket on your shoulders, fixes the collar, and tucks your hair that falls loose behind your ear so that it doesn't get stuck in the zipper.
It takes him all humane strength to not caress your cheek and pull you close as you look up at him with those doe eyes of yours.
"Feel warm enough?" he says softly, his voice all raspy like he is thirsty for something.
You nod and flush, looking away, feeling as if you are melting from his intense gaze.
A breathy laugh escapes from his nose as he pats your head, "So cute."
You gulp as your heart thumps in your chest. You've had a crush on Shinichiro since you first met him when your older brother Wakasa brought home a kid with a funky-looking hairstyle. You were 8 at that time and Shin was 12. You were experiencing those cliched-brother's friend trope, god you have rejected so many boys just for him.
And being so close to him, even after all these years, sent a catastrophic spurge of sparks, his voice, his scent, his gaze--it was almost painful, trying to take each breath in the heavy air.
Shinichiro breathes shakily as he looks into your eyes, he seems to be in a spell-bound trance at the sight of you...and you are so close to him, his arms itching to embrace you, his fingers parched for the sensation of your skin underneath them, it was almost perverse how his desire for something so tender and non-sexual was killing him from inside.
"Sano-" you whisper breathily, eyes flickering at the taller man
"Shin," he corrects you, his fingers still resting behind your ear, “It’s Shin for you.”
You gulp and nod softly, heart muscle thumping like a jerking light bulb, spasmodically. Your hands and feet were cold, it was like adrenaline was pumping in your body, everywhere except your face, which was flushed.
"Shin," you correct yourself softly as if relishing the syllables of his name on your tongue.
“Good job,” he says, his eyes filling with something so raw, you felt undone by it, The hand that rests behind your ear now moved to rest on your cheek as he slowly closes his eyes and leans in.
Your heart speeds up at the gesture, but there is this void in the pits of your stomach that makes you move away, “stop,” you say softly.
Shin snaps out of the trance and takes a step back, “shit, Y/n I am so fucking sorry, I should’ve asked before, is ms sorry I misread your actions.” He sighs guiltily, his stomach almost dropping at the thought that he made you uncomfortable, "I am sorry, I really am, I should have been the mature one in this situation instead of getting carried away, you are still a kid.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
Your heart hurts at the word thought that he still thought of you as a kid, you were an adult, what difference did it make if he was just a couple years older than you?
“ ‘S not why I moved away,” you say and look at the ground, knowing that if you look into those abysmal eyes, they would draw out the tears in yours. “Your explanation just proved that I did the right things- you feel as if that desire was impulsive, lust-fuelled.” Your voice cracks as you explain it to him, “I don’t want that, I don’t want that half-hearted kiss, without any romantic feelings just because of one day, I don’t want that Sano san.”
His throat felt dry at the pain in your voice, the crack in your words and the use of his family name, “who said to ya that it was a momentary thing?”
“Please,” you chuckle bitterly and sniffle, “you confess to every other girl, how am I different?”
“You are different,” he says sternly and takes your hand in his. His rough, calloused hands, the skin cracked at the intense work in the shop. “Yer’ special to me.”
“Bet you say that to every girl,” you say on the verge of crying, you would’ve died, take your feelings to your grave, but this was so much more painful.
“I don’t,” he says softly, the smile lines on his face lighting up his pale skin, “I’ve only said it to you, never seen anyone as perfect as ya'. I am addicted to you.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
"Then why didn't you- why didn't you show any interest before? Why didn't you ever confess before?" You ask, harshly, there is a rawness in your voice, a slight desperation. You don't even try to hide your emotions anymore.
"I thought you'd be weirded out," he says and almost traps you at how close he is to you, you can hear how his heart is hammering against his slender frame, "I thought you'd be weirded out by the fact your nii-chan's best friend had taken a fancy in you."
"Shin," you say sternly and grab him by the collar of his work shirt. His breath hitches as he keeps a hand a few inches above the wall where you are standing, to prevent himself from stumbling into you. His breath is fanning on your face, a trembling arm propped over your head and face barely inches away, "do you really think I care? You are barely 4 years older than me, we are both adults, why are you hesitating?"
Shinichiro just looks at you, speechlessly, his eyes wavering between your eyes to your lips and then back at your eyes again, "dunno." He says, "been so attracted to you for the longest time, dunno why I am hesitating."
You gasp at his deceration, heartbeat speeding rapidly, he is just inches apart, you can feel his minty breath hitting your face, goosebumps erupting on your arms.
Shin leans in, as if testing the water, not quite close to your lips as his half-lidded eyes undress your soul, "maybe I am hesitating 'cause of Waka."
"Waka-nii always scared boys away from me, back in middle school, I never protested though, my heart was already on his best friend after all," you whisper out, your fingers holding the fabric of his
"Fuck, you've been waiting for that long?" he says, his breath a little unsteady at the proximity, "been' waiting that long for me? What did you even see in me, I had the shittiest hairstyle and was the biggest loser ever."
“I saw you, the real you,” you say softly, “I saw your soul, kind, compassionate and so caring. You say and wipe a small spec of grime against his porcelain and statuesque face. “I saw your resolve, that toothy grin, hands so caring they carry the weight of the worlds.”
His heart thumps at each sound that leaves your mouth, shivering at the chafed intensity of your words, he doesn’t speak. He doesn’t move.
“You are so warm, Sano san, you are warm like the sun, I can’t help but bask in your glory,” you say with a cathartic outpour of sealed devotion.
Shinichiro Sano is silent. He breathes in your words, your presence and the reality called forth, "hell, you're gonna make me cry." He says, his nose slowly brushing in a tint of delicate pink.
"You made me cry so much more," you chuckle and shake your head.
Shinichiro's eyes gloss in empathy, " I'm so sorry. You know, I guess I'm still the old stupid Shinichiro, huh? Always making dumb mistakes. But from now on… I'll change. I'm never gonna make you cry again, I promise. I'll try and give you all the happiness I never could when we were younger. I won't ever leave you unhappy, I promise."
Your heart thumps wild against your chest, eyes filling with a warmth that you can't quite control at this moment.
Shinichiro's mind runs into an overdrive at the thought of you yearning for him for so long. These past few years were hell for him but for you? You've succumbed for so long. His mind runs to think of Waka, and how he would punch his face at knowing what transpired in his mind for so long...but it would be worth it. Waka would kill him, and break his bones, but it would be worth it. You would be worth it.
And then Shinichiro inches closer, without paying heed to the consequences of his actions. His eyes flutter to your lips, begging, starving, longing for your words of agreement before he makes an advance.
"Kiss me Sano san," you say softly, your breath fanning against his raw and bitten lips.
Shinchiro smiles, boyishly, his white pearlescent teeth, glinting under the dim light of the shop. The sound of rain pattering against the metal shutter echoes, but nothing is louder than your heartbeats, "it's Shin to you."
He says and closes the distance, finally. His lips moulded against yours, hands holding your face, shoulder hunched upwards, and head leaned towards you. His long black lashes flutter in delight as you kiss back, the pace slow, sensual and full of longing.
When you pull away, you rest your head against his, and just bask in his embrace, wordlessly, as if recollecting all the memories of all the time lost.
"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?" you hear a piercing shout that makes you whip your head and sweatdrop to see Wakasa.
"Finally?" Takeomi peeks from behind Wakasa with an amused grin and looks back, "Oi Benkei ya gotta pay me up!"
You hear Benkei sigh and Wakasa glares at them...everyone had a lot of explaining to do.
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“forever?” “and ever.”
shinichiro sano x reader
warnings: angst, character death.
remember: gn! reader, blank and ageless blogs dni.
note: 2 angst song fics in a row what is wrong with reggie? nothing just like watching u all suffer 😈not proofread btw.
song: francis forever- mitski
ickymichi 2022. reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated. don’t repost or modify on this or any other platform.
“i don’t know what to do without you.”
you met him when you were 15. his lanky form came out of no where and suddenly you’re both on the floor, heated faces and stuttering apologies. after helping each other up he shakily introduces himself. “shinichiro sano. nice to meet you.” with 6 simple words, shinichiro sano had you standing in awe at his silly little hair and smile.
shinichiro somehow managed to work up the courage to ask you out, and fast forward 6 years he’s still a blushing and stuttering mess at times. but he’s yours and your his.
“i don’t know where to put my hands”
his hands were always your favourite feature of his. they worked day and night to fix the bikes he loves and they hold the cigarettes he shares with you whenever you need them. no matter how much he tells you they’re bad for you. on nights where you’d be cuddled on the couch or your bed, you’d find yourself running your fingers along his own and clasping your hand in his. the cold contrasting perfectly against your own.
“i’ve been trying to lay my head down, but i’m writing this at 3 a.m.”
shin could never sleep. maybe it was from the years of having to stay up with emma and mikey. or maybe the late nights he’d spend in the shop hunched over a bike. but one thing that would help him was feeling your head against his chest. running his hand atop your head. the comforting feeling of your arm wrapped around him. some nights as you were sound asleep, shinichiro would feel warm tears fall down his cheeks as he watched you peacefully. wondering how he has someone like you to care for him like this.
“…on sunny days i go out walking,”
the park just down the road from his house was your favourite place to go on summer days. a picnic blanket and basket on one arm, and you on the other. hours would be spent in the sun, talking of anything and everything. days like these were ones you cherished. every minute was one filled with laughter and happiness whenever you were with him.
“i end up on a tree lined street.”
it was an autumn day, the orange leaves cracking under your feet, stray ones nearly missing your intertwined hands. you’re both 23 now, your adult lives just beginning, ready to be filled with dreams and memories of each other. he’s been fidgeting with his free hand the entire time. after you ask him a final time if he’s okay you feel shinichiro let out a breath he seemed to be holding for a while. and as he does, shinichiro faces you and gets on one knee, the most beautifully simple ring sitting inside a box in his hand. you remember, he barely got to finish talking—spluttering even—before you tackled him the most love filled hug you ever gave your boyfriend, well fiancé. you pull away to look at him. “we’re gonna be stuck together now. forever?” he smiles warmly with glossy eyes. “and ever.”
“i look up at the gaps of sunlight.”
now, a year later on the same day. you find yourself on the same path. the one you’ve taken more times you can count in the past year. the sun was shining beautifully through the gaps in the trees, their arms bare of leaves this time. even with the sun, there’s the harsh wind that has you pushing yourself further into your jacket, searching for any kind of warm as you keep walking. you reach your destination and it almost seems warmer here, you smile at the sight of him.
“hi shin, it’s cold today so i mightn’t stay as long, i hope you don’t mind.” you take a seat and continue talking. “mikey’s gang? oh yeah, him and his friends still have that going. i can say, they’re all so cute with their bikes.” the wind blows once more. the harshness causes you to automatically close your eyes. when you open them back up it hits you. yeah, shinichiro’s here. but he’s not here, sitting in front of you, talking freely about his little brother and the weather. he’s 6 feet below you, where he has been for the past 3 months. he isn’t here with you planning your wedding with bright eyes. you’re sitting alone at your fiancé’s grave with the ring he gave you sitting coldly on your icy hands. it hits you. it finally hits you that shin it’s coming back, he’s gone forever and there’s nothing you can do about it but cry, scream and cry like you do everytime you come here. with your head in your hands you’re barely able to choke words out. words you hope he can hear, where ever he is.
“i miss you more than anything.”
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