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Tea With Rohan || Rohan x Reader

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Story: Fluff, besties

Who: Rohan x Reader

Storyline: You make tea and want to have a small tea party with Rohan, but he's being rude again.

enjoy, simps :)

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You knock on Rohan's studio door, nervous. You made tea and wanted to have a small tea party with tea and cookies, but you know how rude Rohan can get when he's interrupted during his work. Rohan's never been the nice type when it comes to being interrupted, disturbed, or bothered. 

 You hear a pencil hit the desk, and a chair scraping across the floor. The footsteps grow closer and closer to the door, until the door opens, revealing a not-so-happy looking Rohan. 

"What is it? I was in the middle of a manga page." He bites, and you wince. Why the heck did you decide it was okay to interrupt him? 

"Um-well, I-I....uhh-" You stammer, and Rohan looks at you. "Stop stuttering and answer the damn question." He sighs. "I-I made tea and cookies; and you haven't had a break today, so...." You trail off, embarrassed. He whispers something under his breath and shakes his head.

"And you think I care about that?" He snaps. 

"No. It's just...y-you need a break, Rohan. I'm trying to take care of you." You explain calmly, even though you feel like crying. You don't want to seem weak. You want him to be proud of you.

Rohan looks at you up and down, a judging look in his eyes. You squirm a bit, and look down to the floor. He gives a long, annoyed sigh, and looks down at you. 

"Fine then. I'll stop for today." Rohan says. "Really?" You jump. "Was I lying?" He quirks an eyebrow. "N-no." You blush. "I'll be downstairs in a minute." He walks back into his studio, and almost closes the door, but you hug him.

He's startled by this, grunting from your impact. He's reluctant at first, but he slowly wraps his arms around your waist. You squeeze him even tighter. "Okay, that's enough of that." He pries your arms from around his waist.

"I love you, Rohan." You blush, staring at the ground.

Rohan freezes, and stares at you with wide eyes. "I-I love--I love you, too, Y/N." He stammers, a small blush on his face.

----timeskip to the tea and cookies with Rohan----

You get out the china that you painted yourself. This is a special occasion, you think to yourself, and even go the the bathroom and fix your hair. You place the soft sugar cookies on the table, bring the teacups and saucers, and light your favorite candles. You set the fragile teapot on the table, and lay out the napkins.

Rohan walks down the stairs slowly, and enters the living room. He stares at the table, noticing all of this you've prepared for him.

"You did all of this for me?" Rohan asks, staring at you. "Well, y-yeah. You never get time to take a break, so I decided to host a little tea party for you." You smile. "Thank you." Rohan says, and this time around, it sounds sincere.

Rohan has a seat on the sofa, and you sit beside him. It's awkward for the first five minutes, you two stumbling over your words, or not talking at all.

"This china is very beautiful, Y/N. Where did you get it?" Rohan asks, studying the teacup. "I-I painted it myself." You say. Rohan's eyes grow wide, and he blinks rapidly. "Y-You painted these?" He asks again. "Yeah, it was a gift for someone, but they...." You trail off. "You don't have to talk about it." Rohan says.

"Right...." You say, looking away. "Try a cookie; I need feedback from someone. You're brutally honest." You laugh nervously, and offer the plate to Rohan. 

"I don't eat sweets, Y/N--" He snaps, and you frown. "--But I'll try one for you." Rohan sighs, and takes a cookie. You want to  jump up and down, scream even, but you keep your calm composure.

He takes a bite of the cookie, inspects the cookie up, down, back, and front, and closes his eyes. You hold your breath for his opinion.

"I like it, Y/N; It's the perfect balance between soft and hard, sweet, but not too sweet, and it's a decent size. I like how the icing is the main focal point of the desert, not the cookie, or any of the decorations." Rohan explains. 

You giggle.

"May I ask what's so damn funny?" He quirks an eyebrow, annoyed. "You explain everything so formally." You smile.

"I am Rohan Kishibe, aren't I?" He glares.

"Yes, yes you are." You laugh.

"I love you, Rohan." You kiss him on the cheek. He blushes.

"I love you too, Y/N. I really, truly do." He stares into your eyes.

(These are just getting longer and longer.)

((Anyways, I hope you liked this one; I'll try to update every day/night))

Ti amo, migliore

(Love you, bestie in Italian)

---Arii💫