Big Book of Anime One Shots [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Momotarou x Short! Shy! Reader ~ Advice and Jealousy

Requested by @TweekChan

I'm sorry in advance if this is bad, because I created this after reading the Momotarou page on a wiki and watching a few clips XD And I kinda got way off topic from what you gave me ;-; but I hope you still like it

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Momo stared mutinously at his brother. It wasn't Seijuro himself that irritated the teenager. No, it was the fact that he was talking to you. 

       Until he'd seen you, he'd been entirely obsessed with Gou. Now, though... He couldn't get his mind off of you, your sweet little smile, shy demeanor and petite frame. But whenever he tried to talk to you or proclaim his love for you and tell you about his interests, you would simply blush and run away. Momo would always try to follow, but more often than not Rin or Natori prevented him from doing so. 

        The teen jutted out his bottom lip as he stared at you laughing softly with his brother. He couldn't help it that he was jealous. He couldn't help it that every time he saw you chatting with Seijuro rather than him the flames of envy burned within him. Momo would just be willing to talk to you, but more often than not you refused to do even that. 

        It looked like he might have to talk to his brother after all. 

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       "Nii-chan! Hey! Hey! Hey! I need to talk to you!" 

       Seijuro sighed, turning around to face his overexcitable little brother. "What is it now? I'm busy."

       Momo's eyes narrowed. "How are you busy? You're not hurrying anywhere or doing anything." 

        "Nevermind," he muttered. "What is it?" 

        "Well," Momo began, glaring at his brother. "Howcome[y/n]willtalktoyouandnotme!"

        The older boy stared blankly at his brother. "Momo, I gave no idea what you just said."

       He colored, shaking his head and causing a strand of orange hair to fall into his eyes. "I asked why [y/n] will talk to you and not me. I'm the one who she's supposed to like, not you!"

        "I thought you liked Gou...?" ventured Seijuro, one eyebrow raising. 

         "I used to, but then I met [y/n]. So sweet and cute and petite but whenever I try to talk to them they just blush or run away! Besides, I called her first!"

        Before he could stop himself, the older boy found himself laughing. Momo stared at him, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes. 

        "What?! What's so funny?!" 

         Seijuro chuckled for a few moments longer. He couldn't resist the chance. "Have you ever thought, Momo, that because [y/n] is shy they might be intimidated when you're that loud and obnoxious? If you like them, you might as well at least attempt to be quiet for a while. Who knows- maybe you'll have some stuff in common. Anything's possible, right? And I'm not trying to steal her, I promise."

        Momo watched in confusion and some anger as his brother turned around and left, waving behind him in farewell. 

        "But," he mused to himself, "Why wouldn't [y/n] like me being so loud?" Momo shook his head, eyes narrowing. He still didn't believe that his brother wasn't trying to flirt with you.

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          After a few hours and a fair bit of searching, he finally found you sitting under a tree in the green area of Samezuka Academy, sketchbook in hand. For the first time since concocting his little plan, Momo found himself growing nervous. He liked pretty girls, yes, but this was you that he was talking about. What if you didn't like his gift? What if- even worse- you outright rejected him? 

          "Just imagine you're in a relay and nothing can go wrong," Momo muttered to himself, still holding his little present behind his back. "Nothing can go wrong." 

           As he walked up to you, you noticed him and blushed. Momo forced himself to stay calm, and tried to make a conscious effort to not jump around and proclaim loudly his love for stag beetle collecting. He'd been meaning to get you one of those, as a matter of fact, but Seijuro had advised against it when he'd gone to his bringer yet again for advice.  Even though it had hurt his pride, he was glad he'd done it now.

           "Hey [y/n]!" Momo called out cheerfully, waving at you. "How're you doing?"

          You just looked away, muttering something under your breath. 

         Momo neared you, and tilted his head to one side. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." 

          You flushed even darker, looking at him shyly. "I'm good, how about you?"

          He threw back his head and laughed. "I'm really good! And guess what? I have a present for you!" Unable to hold in his excitement any longer, Momo drew out from behind him a pack of sketching pencils, offering it to you. 

          For you, it was a huge surprise. You stared at at him in shock, [e/c] eyes wide. "For me?" You asked hesitantly, reaching out slightly for the pencils. Momo nodded, beaming, and placed the pack in your hands. 

         "Yep! All for you. Do you like them?" He looked at you earnestly, expression hopeful and nervous all at once. 

           Momentarily forgetting your shyness, you flung your arms around his neck. "Yes! Thank you so much, Momo!" 

           A grin spread across Momo's face as he hugged you right back. 

          Huh. Maybe jealousy was a good thing once in a while. It'd certainly led to a happy moment here... But he still wasn't pleased with Seijuro talking to you so much.