nihilism (miya chinen x reader)

LIVIN' LIKE LARRY/// CHAPTER FIFTEEN

{yes that's a spongebob reference.}

SIGHING, the 14 year old girl dropped her pencil onto her text book. they had gone back to school in order to have the tutoring session, despite y/n's complains.

"i already finished all the worksheets in the text book, there's no point!"

"what, you did?"

"yeah, i needed a distraction and that was the only thing that helped."

the boy sighed in response, placing his pencil down before closing his text book.

"alright, then we have to talk about what you're doing on saturday. it's already tuesday!"

y/n pondered for a minute, before answering.

"alright, i want to learn, but not for the competition."

"so you don't want to do it?"

"... that depends on how good i get!"

"no offense, but no matter how good you get, you still won't beat adam."

this didn't seem to bother her, though. she simply shrugged before putting her textbook in her backpack.

"c'mon, lets go to the park."

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over the next week, y/n practiced with miya, this time she did a lot better. she still couldn't do an ollie, or any tricks at that, but she could move a lot faster. they came to the agreement that it was because she had stopped stressing so much about it. they practiced with reki and langa, talked about adams love hug, and even broke into the scary clown man's, who you now knew as shadow, car!

finally, it was friday night, and miya was walking y/n home.

"so? are you gonna do the race?"

"hm? i don't know. i'll decide when i get to s tomorrow!

"what?! that spontaneous of a decision?"

"of course!! livin like larry, ya know?"

he sighed, shaking his head and face palming. but she knew he was only trying to hide his smile, she was sure of it.

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ah.

this was not going as planned.

it was five in the morning. saturday morning, to be more specific.

y/n's mom had left the night before once again, still refusing to tell her where she would be.

there lied y/n, flustered, exhausted, and in a sheer amount of pain.

her head was ringing, her heart was pounding, her throat was dry and sore, to the point where she couldn't talk. she desperately wanted to turn the fan on, but her body felt to weak to stand. it felt like the room was spinning.

y/n never had a very strong immune system, to say the least.

to make it worse, no one was home. as mentioned, her mom left to who knows where, and ai was staying the weekend at a friend's house. she tried to get back to sleep, but everytime she closed her eyes her migraine seemed to grow. and it's not like she could get up to get medicine. well, she had to try. she slowly, barely pulled herself out of bed. she stood for about 3 seconds, before everything went black. now, the same girl was lying on the floor, passed out. lovely.

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it was around 6 pm, now. miya had been messaging and calling her all day, but no answers. lettings his worries get the best of him, he grabbed his skateboard. his house wasn't too far away from y/n's, he was thankful for that.

finally, he arrived at your apartment. he knocked, but there was no answer. he tried looking into the windows, but no lights were on. he grabbed the door knob, debating if he should try to open it or not.

again, he let his worries get the best of him, as he twisted the doorknob, the door opened. the fact that it was unlocked only made him even more on edge, as he looked through doors, trying to find the girls bedroom, he finally stumbled upon it. and there his friend was, lying on the floor asleep.

"y/n?!"

he immediately ran, squatting next to you, shaking you.

god, the wave of relief that had washed over him when she groaned. sure, it wasn't the best sign, but hey, she was alive.

"are you alright?? what happened? you look terrible! do you feel alright?"

she tried to open her mouth to talk, but to no avail, so she settled for a head shake.

"are you sick?"

he spoke softer, this time, carefully moving his hand to the girls forehead.

"holy shit, you're totally burning up."

he did his best to lift you, managing to help you into bed.

"here- uh, i'll be right back okay? i'll try to find some medicine."

miya left the room, walking all around trying to find some sort of over the counter medicine. finally, he had found some under the sink in the bathroom. he took out the dosage he figured y/n would need. as he opened the cabinet to put the pills back, he found a hand towel, and grabbed it. you seemed like you were on the verge of over heating, so he ran it under some cold water before ringing it out. finally, he went back to the kitchen, getting a water bottle out of the fridge.

finally, he walked back into the girls room, explaining what he got. he unscrewed the lid to the water bottle, before telling the girl to open her mouth. she did as instructed, and he popped the tylenol he had found into her mouth. then, he quickly, carefully grabs the bottom of her chin, slightly pointing her head up so he could put the water bottle to her mouth. he put the bottle back, and she quickly swallowed the pills.

"here,"

he said, placing the cold cloth over her forehead.

"there, get back to sleep, okay? i'll tell reki and langa you're sick."

y/n nodded, getting comfortable before closing her eyes.

miya just looked at her, a concerned, almost sad look on his face.

she was red, sweaty, and looked an absolute mess.

her hair was tangly and messily thrown over her pillow, her mouth was hanging open, and he was almost positive that she was drooling.

he still seemed to think she looked beautiful.

not that he'd ever admit that, though.

{{A/N- ACK BESTIES ugh romance idk. anyways i'd get second hand embarrassment if y/n actually raced against adam and i didn't want to make her forfit so 🤩 compromise. AND IT'S CUTE TOO MIYA WAS ALL WORRJED AND CARING. expect y/n to tease him about this later <3 ALSO IDK IF THIS IS LIKE?? A TROPE? BUT SOMETHING ABOUT PEOPLE FINDING SOMONE IMPERFECTIONS BEAUTIFUL, OR LIKE FINDING THE BEAUTY IN SOMEONE WHO'S SO CLEARLY NOT PERFECT IS J SUCH A CUTE QUOTE ACK. THAT'S WHAT THE WHOLE LAST FEW PARAGRAPHS WERE ABOUT. ahem. anyways.}}