I'm doing this because my friend said I can write so I'm proving them wrong-
Hello welcome to a Wattpad fanfic we got:
• Gonta Gokuhara
• Unconfirmed gender Y/N
• and a really bad author
A tall, strong looking man was standing in the grass, picking up bags of flower seeds. I really hope this person is who I'm looking for, I don't want to get beat up by this guy for wasting his time... Why hasn't he replied yet-? Can he hear me? He's still stacking up bags... should I repeat myself? I spent yet again a while decided whether or not to leave him alone, and then he turned around. He looked at eachother, I was basically saying my prayers at this moment-
"Oh! Thank you!" He said, he didn't seem dangerous. But I was still gripping onto the doorframe.
Y/N : "Thank you? What for?"
"For coming to visit Gonta! Gonta is sorry for not noticing you earlier..."
Y/N: "So, Gonta isn't in here?"
"Oh, no! Gonta's name is Gonta Gokuhara! Gonta's talent is Ultimate Entomologist."
A wha- What's an entomologist? I don't want to repeat it because I might not even pronounce it right, I've never heard of an Ultimate, but at least I can assume what that is!
Gonta : "Oh, confused? Entomologist means Gonta looks at bugs! Bugs are very nice friends too!" He beamed.
Y/N : "Oh... thank you! I'm Y/N, the Ultimate... Gardener."
Gonta : "Gardener? Gonta needed a gardener! Gonta wanted to find bugs in this school, and Tsumugi told me the one of the best ways is to make garden!"
Y/N : "Hm... I guess that makes sense! I don't really know if I can help. I wouldn't really call myself an ultimate, but I guess I really like to garden."
Gonta : "No worries for Gonta! Gonta not the smartest, so it helps Gonta if Y/N likes gardening!" He places the bags he was carrying down by a toolshed, and grabs a piece of paper that was placed on top of it.
Gonta : "Look! Look! Angie told me that drawing Gonta's garden would be good idea! Gonta like Gonta's drawing." He holds up the paper to my face.
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It was a bit hard to read, but it was honestly both a childish, and really cute drawing.
Y/N : "That's so cute! I'd love to help with the garden!"
Gonta had a slightly shocked expression and takes another look at the drawing.
Gonta : "Gonta sorry! Gonta needs to add something!"
He grabs a piece of chalk from the floor and scribbles one more thing on the paper.
Y/N : "Hm?" I walk over to look at the drawing again.
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... I was so wrong thinking that Gonta would be creepy, weird, or scary. He's actually really nice! I pick up the drawing, a hammer, and some nails.
Y/N : "Gonta? Can you lift me up to the gate?" Gonta : "Sure!"
Gonta lifts me up, and I hammer the picture onto the gate like a sign.
Y/N : "Perfect! Now we can see the inspiration when people visit our garden!"
Gonta : "Our garden?"
Y/N : "O-oh! I'm so sorry! I mean your garden! I didn't mean to claim ownership of your-"
Gonta: "No! Gonta... Gonta like it! Gonta never had to share something so special like this with someone. Or anyone at all!"
I realized Gonta never put me down, so it was like a big warm hug. Even though I'd just met him I didn't mind it that much. We spoke for a long time, he was so immersed in our conversation he was basically carrying me around the soon-to-be-garden.
Gonta : "And we can also-"
Y/N : "U-uhm..."
Gonta : "Hm? What's wrong, Y/N? D-did Gonta speak out of turn? Gonta is sorry!"
Y/N : "N-no! It's uhm... you've been hugging me this whole time" I say while smiling awkwardly.
Gonta's face lights up and he places me down, pats me on the head, and steps a bit back.
Gonta : "G-Gonta is sorry! Gonta hopes you didn't get hurt!"
Y/N : "No, no, I'm fine. Just didn't want you to get tired before we start!"
Gonta : "Start what?"
Y/N : "Start working! You really seem excited about this garden, so let's get to work!"
I grab the sleeve of Gonta's shirt and bring him to the shed. He seems happy... I want to keep him that way.