Semi eyes me up and down, a small smirk on his face as he takes in my current state.
"So, you finally got railed?"
He bluntly asks me, opening the door to his studio as we catch up.
"Not exactly. Wait, how did you know?"
I ask him, knowing that Issei's giant hoodie and sweats should cover any damage the boy did to my body last night.
"One, you weren't wearing that at the party last night. Two, nearly all of Tokyo could feel the sexual tension between you and Matsuwaka. Three, you drunk texted me saying you were gonna, and I quote 'gobble and swallow Mattsun's cock.'"
The boy rants, and I hide my face in my hands, cursing drunk me for being so blunt. Semi takes a seat in a small chair, and gestures for me to pull a chair over. I comply, staring the setter down as I begin to drink my coffee.
"Shit, I'm sorry for that. I feel bad, I feel like I lead you on, only to go behind your back and date Is- Mattsun, so I'm sorry if I toyed with your feelings."
I admit, looking into the setter's big, brown eyes.
"Hey, it's okay. In another world out there, we're probably soulmates or some cheesy shit."
The boy answers, his words implying that his next song might be about me.
"Now, let's not make this awkward and start making some music, yeah?"
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"And where were you, you little hoe?"
Makki questions me, his hands on his hips in a motherly pose.
"What? It's not like the rents were here."
I point out, the boy immediately disagreeing with me.
"Wrong. My dad was here for a sec, so you're lucky Teru covered for you. Now, spill. Also, why are you wearing Mattsun's clothes?"
The boy demands, grilling me as I walk into the kitchen to grab water for my pounding headache. Makki follows behind me, screaming even more when he sees Issei's name on the back of my sweatshirt.
"You little bitch! I thought I told you not to fuck my best friend!"
Makki dramatically yells, and I ignore him to text my friends back.
"You're not my mother, Takahiro. Not that it's your business, but we didn't fuck. Also, I thought you said we'd be a cute couple?"
I ask him, texting Eren paragraphs about my chaotic evening. Before I can react, my phone blows up with messages from her, Tendou, and Suna, the trio all wanting to know every detail of my night at Issei's.
"Yeah, but he's my best friend. It's weird."
My brother's voice draws me out of my trance, and I look up at him.
"So? Get used to it, I'm not letting him go."
I snap, returning to watching Tik Toks. The boy groans but leaves the room, our strange tension one that slightly irritates me. Why can't Makki just be happy for me?
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Akira hands me a milk carton when I enter the gym, this small gesture bringing a grin to my face.
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The Transfer Student (Aoba Johsai x Reader)
FanfictionWhat happens when Takahiro Hanamaki's stepsister from the United States, Y/N L/N, transfers to Aoba Johsai? Complete chaos. A Black/Mixed Y/N x Aoba Johsai fanfic!