"I promise when I come back... I'll be one hell of a doctor by then."
"And I promise when you come back... I'll put a fucking ring on this finger."
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Sano Shinichiro × Fem Reader
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"Where should I put this?" I asked Shinichiro, pertaining to the jacket I brought with me. He glanced back at me while he sat on the small stool in front of Waka-kun's motorcycle.
"Ah, anywhere." He said and then went back to what he was doing.
Originally, he was planning to stop tinkering on the motorcycle but I told him it's fine and that I also want to watch him do it. That's true, I really do want to watch him tinkering on motorcycles. Right now he hasn't done much but I saw him using a lot of tools that I don't know what they're even called. Next time I go to the library, I'll go read something about mechanics, maybe then I will know all of the tools he's using.
"Anywhere?" I asked and then put the other small stool right beside him. I sat down and put the jacket on my lap, turning to his direction to look at his face. "Then, I'll put it in my closet." I said and smiled.
He glanced at me once before turning back to the motorcycle. He pressed his lips together, stopping a smile from appearing. Look at him trying to act cool now. Earlier he didn't like it when I called him cute, he said he's cool so now he's trying to be one. This just makes him look more cute to be honest.
"W-whatever you like." He said after clearing his throat. I let out a small snicker then rest my chin on my palm.
My eyes dart from his face, to the tools he's picking up and the motorcycle. I kept watching and following everything he does, until I had a small clue on for what purpose were the tools he's been using. Shinichiro picked up a thick, scissors looking tool and then used it to bend a thin strip of metal. How come a scissors like tool can bend metal? That's cool. I mean, it's not like it's really scissors, it just kinda looks like one.
"What is that called?" I asked, tapping the tool on his hand with my finger.
"Pliers." He answered. I turned to look at him and saw him already looking at me. "It's not scissors." He added.
"I didn't say it was scissors." I said, shaking my head lightly while a small smile form on my lips.
"But that was what you were thinking." He pointed out, and shake his head this time before going back to what he was doing.
"No I wasn't." I defended myself even though he's actually right. I mean, how did he even knew that? Is he some mind reader now?
"Yes, I know you did." He breathed out, completely focusing on his work. "You asked me what it is called so you can stop calling it scissors in your head." He explained, the sides of his lips perking up, while still focusing on what he's doing.
