'it's for you.' | in which! i provide tbp preferences and imagines for you :) |
CHARACTERS INCLUDED:
Finney
Robin
Vance
Bruce
(I will try and add others soon)
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You never believed in things such as destiny. Let alone something like 'meet-cutes' existed outside of romantic movies. You imagined that if you were going to meet someone you loved, it wouldn't be at a random place or time. You would meet them through mutual friends or something.
Today, your friends wanted you to get a boyfriend for some reason. You didn't want a partner, but your friends were eager about it. So you hesitantly agreed.
Waiting outside the restaurant, you wrap your arms around your body, attempting to stay warm. It was rather chilly outside, so you debated whether or not to go inside—however, the boy you were supposed to meet up with specifically requested to stay outdoors.
It sounded suspicious, but you let the idea of dating blind you. It was your first date. You were curious to see what it was like, waiting for someone who could be your next boyfriend.
As time passed, you lost hope. It has been around thirty minutes, and the mysterious boy hasn't appeared before your eyes. Were you ghosted on your first date? You hoped not. That would be severely embarrassing for you.
Minutes later, a waitress from inside asked if you wanted to enter the building. You politely declined his offer, still having a bit of hope.
Eventually, you gave up—the boy you got set up with ghosted you. You couldn't believe that you stood outside in cold weather for almost an hour for a boy you'd never met. Quite awkward, you thought.
You decided to walk home. You tried to hide your upset expression as you looked down on the pavement, slipping your freezing hands into your soft pockets.
As you kept walking, not looking up, it began to pour. You sighed, looking up at the sky. Tons of raindrops fell on your head. You didn't have an umbrella with you. "This is the worst day ever," you muttered.
You went to the crosswalk and impatiently pushed the button, waiting for the walking man to appear on the screen. On the inside, you were glad it was raining. It would hide your tears.
Suddenly, the rain stopped drizzling on your head. You noticed a black umbrella hovering over your drenched body as you looked up.
Turning around, you locked eyes with a familiar boy. He was dry, unlike you.
You stood there, appalled. Many things appeared in your mind, but you didn't know what to say.
"Thank you," you mumbled, smiling slightly. The boy gave you a nod as you two waited for the zooming cars to stop.
Standing by the boy, you pause, questioning every moment in your life that has led up to now. On your first date, you get ghosted by the boy you got set up with. As you walked home, depressed, it began to rain when you didn't have an umbrella, making the day worse. Unexpectedly, a surprisingly handsome boy appeared with an umbrella. He was like an angel who noticed you needed some help.
When the crosswalk machine beeped, you and the boy walked silently across the street. You glanced at him to look at his striking face once again.
Once you arrived at the other side, you looked at him again. "Thanks. You didn't have to help me, you know," you uttered. You did need his help. He made your day a million times better, and you didn't even know his name.
"Anytime, uh—" The boy pauses, implying that he wanted you to introduce yourself. The rain continued to pour, but not a single drop of rain hit you, thanks to the boy.
"Oh! I'm Y/n L/n," you mumbled.
The boy grinned. "I'm Bruce, Bruce Yamada," he introduced, handing you the umbrella. "Here, take it. I live over there, anyway."
You shake your head at his kind offer. "No, you can have it. It's my fault I didn't bring an umbrella," you chuckled, scratching the back of your neck.
Bruce ignored you as he took your hand and made you hold the umbrella. Your heart unexpectedly started to beat quickly, and your stomach began swarming with butterflies. The feeling was too strong to be butterflies. It was like birds in your stomach. You felt a spark ignite as your hand touched Bruce's. What was that feeling?
"Don't worry about me. Besides, at least I get to see you again when you return it," he beamed before turning around. You watched as the beautiful boy sped down the sidewalk, trying to get home before he got soaked.
You smiled to yourself before going home. Strangely, you were glad that the boy ghosted you. Maybe things like fate do exist.
