(AHA, sorry for the long radio silence!
So, I scored badly in my entrance exams, got my fic called the worst of worst cringe by a twitter user, who i am now mutuals with, and kind of. Forgot about writing.
But yeah, heres the finale. I didnt want to leave you all hanging, here you go!)
Its been a while since you've seen Mikoto around your little tea joint.
Wait, why are you wondering about that? Its not like you have a crush on him or anything...
Your phone suddenly lights up with a "ding". Seems like someone has messaged you something.
You pick up the phone, and are surprised when you see Mikoto's contact, with his funky little dancing cat profile picture.
Mikoto Kayano
>[Are you there?]
Mikoto Kayano
>[Its been a while, how've you been doing?]
It catches you off guard, and you nearly drop the cloth you were using to wipe the counter with.
Panicked, you quickly type back:
You
>[I'm doing fine! Whats up?]
Oh, damn. Proper grammar? He's going to think you're a total nerd!
You shake your head, and take your mind off things by packing up the store to close.
Your phone buzzes again, and you jump up out of fright.
"Its just Mikoto. Why am I so skittish?"
You mutter aloud to yourself, as you turn it back on.
Mikoto Kayano
>[I was wondering if you wanted to meet up somewhere tonight? If you are free?]
You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks. He wants to meet up with you?? Isn't that a little too forward?
But.. its not like you're going to decline it... right?
You
>[Sure! Where and what time?]
To your surprise, he answered instantly.
Mikoto Kayano
>[Maybe right now? I'll send the address!]
Your heart flutters. You pack up your things in another panic, and head towards the place as quick as possible.
~~~
By the time you get there, its already 8pm, and Mikoto was standing there, plastic bag in one hand, phone in the other.
"Ah! You're finally here," he said. "I've been waiting! I bought us a meal to share!"
Mikoto pulled out two burgers from his plastic bag, surprising you.
"Ah, but you really didnt have to." You say, trying to prevent yourself from appearing too lovestruck and humiliating yourself.
His smile turned into a sad pout. "Is that so?" He asks with a solemn look on his face.
"No! Not what I meant at all! In fact... I'm really happy! And this is my favourite type of burger! Thank you so much!" You exclaim, afraid that you may have hurt his feelings.
He smiles, and you two share your meals.
That may not have been your favourite type of burger, and he didnt remove the pickles, but that may have been the best tasting burger of all time.
~~~
"I've got to go home now!"
You exclaim, running towards the train station like an anime girl. "I can't believe its already 11 o'clock.."
"Wait!"
Mikoto's sudden interruption catches you off guard. "I have a gift for you... so could you please close your eyes?"
What could it be? You feel warm, with butterflies all jittery inside your stomach. You close your eyes and turn around.. waiting...
Only to feel the hard, fast, and painful impact of metal coming towards your skull.
As you fell to the ground, you felt your head become heavy, and wet.
What... on earth?
Wasn't this supposed to be a romantic and impromptu date?
And wasn't Mikoto supposed to be a friendly and charming office worker who you can't help but pity?
You don't get any of this.
None of this at all.
Your last thoughts were abruptly ended by the sharp pain coming from above.
(Ahaha, prompts to everyone who predicted the ending!
Please follow me on @nicol4pin on instagram should you want to see art! but.. as for fanfics, im afraid this may be the end.
Unless i decide to add onto another fanfic. Huh, wack.
But I'm afraid this is the end of the story.
So yeah. Have a good life, and i hope to write again sometime!)
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sweet•tea☆ (READER×MIKOTO KAYANO BUBBLETEAJOINT AU)
Fanfiction"Can I have 3 large bubble teas?" He said. "Sure!" You replied, not knowing that you two would potentially fall in love. And meet each other every day from that day onwards. As the star working of the biggest bubble tea joint, you're exhausted. Ever...
