ninjago one-shots [x reader]

Cyrus Borg: Rainy Days

REQUESTED

There was something so special about rainy days and dusty bookstores. With the pitter patter hitting the store's front glass, and the gray skies that stretched across the horizon, there was no place you'd rather be. 

You scanned through a selection of books. Running your hand over the spines, a smile rose to your lips. "Finally found you." A small chuckle rang like a chime. You turned towards the source. A boy no older than his late teens sat in a wheelchair, glasses sliding down his nose and the most innocent smile on his face. "That book is a gem," he said. "I read it at least three times."

A shy smile fell upon your lips. "Really?" You chuckled timidly and cringed at your voice. Borg didn't seem to mind. "Yes, it goes into depth about the plot as a whole while adding to the original ideas and characters." You gently pulled the book from the shelf as the boy continued on about the book. It sounded like a wonderful read.

That night, you went home and binged the book like a madman. Three days later, you returned to the bookstore. That boy with the wheelchair was there again. You went back home with a new book that day, only to show up two days later at the same bookstore. That continued for the next month, and eventually, you found yourself in the presence of the boy in the wheelchair more than you'd expected.

You went back again to the bookstore today. It rained just like it always did during this time of the year. The light pitter patters outside fell on deaf ears the moment you stepped into the bookstore. Soft music played overhead, and the sparse amount of people stayed in their own little sections of the store. Just like always. 

Today, you were in the mood for a different genre. Romance. There were plenty of books out there, some great, others cliche that made you raise a brow and wonder how it got published. You hoped to find a good book, but in order to do that, you needed to find a special someone. Luckily for you, he was in the section you needed to be in. 

"Oh," the boy smiled warmly, "hello again. Did you finish reading that last book?" You returned his smile with a nod. "Yes. It was better than I expected." Energy burst into your veins the more you re-called. The book had been a masterpiece of poetic language. It wasn't a jumble of words, but a painting of beautiful scenes and people. "I'm glad I found that book." The boy nodded and pointed to your right. "This book has similar themes, but I promise you, it's just as wonderful."

The cover was a brilliant sea blue. Waves washed over a muted gray building, where a single persons stood atop it all, overlooking the empty lands of nothing. "This cover's really pretty." 

"Isn't it?" the boy agreed. "I admit, I'm not one to pick up books for their covers, but this one was an exception." You opened the cover and flipped through the pages. The boy wheeled over a few inches closer. "Be careful not to spoil the plot!" he exclaimed. "It might ruin the shock factor." You quickly shut the book with a bashful smile. "That's true."

Having the boy so close made you feel uneasy. He was adorable with those clean-cut glasses of his. And that smile? It made you want to swoon into a bookshelf. Your stomach filled tumbled and churned with butterflies. Why did you feel nervous all of a sudden? "U-uh do you go to college?" Your voice had come out rather shyly, but the boy didn't seem to mind.

"Yes, I go to (college). What about you?"

Oh. So this boy was one of the smart kids. Maybe you didn't stand much of a chance with him. You weren't a genius, and you weren't close to valedictorian either. You were neither incredibly smart or incredibly stupid--just average. "I go to (college)." 

"That isn't too far from my dorm." the boy said, that warm smile on his lips. "I'm Cyrus--I probably should have said that before." You fiddled with the book, running your hands over the indents in the cover and the grainy pages. A laugh bubbled in your throat and it was carefree and light. "I'm (Y/n)." There was a moment of awkward silence that made you want to run away and hide. Then Cyrus, bless his heart, broke the ice.

"Do you, uh, want to, I don't know, go to the coffee shop with me sometime?"

Your eyes widened. "Like now?" Cyrus pushed his glasses up his nose, cheeks dusted pink. "You don't have to if you don't want to. We can set up a day and--"

"I'll go." Your cheeks flared red. "I--uh--sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off. Is this like--like a...date?" Cyrus only smiled sweetly like he always did. It made your heart flutter and beat like a frantic musician's drum. "It's whatever you want it to be."

"Then can it be a date?"

Cyrus's cheeks flared just as red as yours. "Yes, I'd like that." He smiled all cutely. "Come on, I'll buy the book for you. My treat." 

"Wait, it's okay Cyrus." you said. "I can--" He shook his head. "My treat. It is a date, isn't it?" You smiled, heart fluttering. "Yeah, it is."

There was something so special about rainy days and dusty bookstores. You never knew the full extent of its magic until today. Despite the quiet that sometimes grew infuriating in those bookstores, it brought people together and helped them discover a new type of world. Today, that person was you. With the light pitter patter outside, and the dark gray skies that stretched over the horizon, there was no place you'd rather be.