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Spilled Coffee

I got this idea from writing-fanics on Tumblr so this idea is not mine. I think I used she like 3 times but its mostly gn. 

Being a tourist in Japan had its ups and downs. I mean, sure, you got to see many beautiful places, try new foods, and see the culture, but there were a few times where there was a bit of miscommunication or something embarrassing would happen, but other than that, Japan was wonderful,... most of the time.

Today though was probably one of the worst days ever. After getting a coffee from Starbucks, you were walking down the streets, distracted by the beautiful city of Shibuya. It was then when you bumped into someone causing you to spill your coffee all over the stranger. "Shit! I am so so sorry sir!" you said panicking while trying to help the stranger get the coffee off his clothes. "It's quite alright, miss." The stranger said in a calm voice. After getting most of the coffee off of him, he held his hand out to shake your hand. "I'm Nijiro Murakami, and you are?" he asked politely. 

"Me? Oh, uh, I'm Y/n. Y/n L/n" you said, now trying to figure out where you had heard of his name. It was then after he said bye and walked away that you realized, " DID I JUST ACCIDENTALLY SPILL COFFEE ON THE NIJIRO MURAKAMI???" You wanted to dig a hole and die in it due to the embarrassment.

A few days later it happened again. And again. And again. At this point you thought that this was getting ridiculous, because how can you meet the same person and manage to spill coffee on him every single time? 

A few weeks later you were at a store in Akihabara where you spotted him looking at something. "Hey Nijiro." you said walking up to him. "Oh, hey." he said smiling at you. "Don't worry I don't have any coffee with me this time." You joked. He let out a small chuckle. " Hey", you began to say ", let me make it up to you, for y'know, spilling coffee all over you again and again." " No, honestly, it's fine. You don't have to do anything for me." Nijiro assured you. "No, but I want to. Let me make it up to you. I feel bad for it!" You argued. 

After a while of all this bickering in the store, Nijiro finally agreed on you two having dinner on Friday.

Friday eventually rolled around and you were a nervous wreck. Who wouldn't be though? You were gonna have dinner with someone while you were no-one. 'But that's ok' you assured yourself. Nothing was gonna come between you and your date with Nijiro. I mean, friendship dinner.

Dinner was... awkward. In the beginning though. Once the food came and you and Nijiro began to talk, it felt as if you had both known each other for years. Your conversations ranged from childhood to what kind of dog you would be. In that moment could have sworn time had stopped. It felt as if the people in the restaurant stopped talking. All you saw was Nijiro, nothing else. Just him. 

After dinner you guys exchanged numbers and such and became closer to each other as time passed. You would go to Nijiro's photoshoots and cheer for him, while he would accompany you around the bustling cities of Japan. Sometimes he would even bring his friends along, making you their friend.

During this whole time you both grew feelings for each other. Slowly, but surely, you were falling in love. It first started with little touches. " Oh did I shock you or something?" Nijiro asked, concerned when you pulled your hand away quickly. "Mm yeah, ...something like that." You lied to him. 

Then it began with the stares. "Is there something on my face or am I just that gorgeous?" Nijiro teased you when he caught you staring at him. "S-shut up!" you stuttered. 'I mean he isn't wrong', you thought.

The final straw was when you began to think about him day and night. He was even still in your head when you were sleeping. You weren't in love anymore. You enamored with Nijiro Murakami. Yet you couldn't tell him you feel. So you spent your days admiring him. 

But as they say, all good things must come to an end, and your end was the end of your trip in Japan. There were many emotions felt when you had to say goodbye to all of Nijiro's friends. The one goodbye that hurt the most though, was saying goodbye to Nijiro. "I-I...," you began to say, trying to hold back tears. "Hey, it's ok," Nijiro reassured you. "You'll come back right? And I can go to you as well. We won't be far from each other, so don't cry." You said nothing as you buried yourself in his shoulder, staining his shirt with tears. "Nijiro I..." 

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"Nijiro I have to go!" You said. As you were walking to your gate, you turned around, and ran back to Nijiro.

" Nijiro... I love you."

Walking down the busy streets of C/n (City name) was no easy task, especially in the cold. You were on your phone, freezing, and holding a coffee. You and Nijiro had been texting each other a lot more lately, but one day he just stopped. You were worried because he knew you loved him now. What if he got a girlfriend? What if he doesn't like you anymore? What if he thinks you're a weirdo? Your thoughts were interrupted when you bumped into someone spilling coffee all over them. " OH MY GOSH I am so so sorry! Let me help you clean it up!" You said frantically. " It's quite alright miss." said the stranger. "Are you ok sir?" you asked him still worried. "Yes Y/n, yes I'm ok, and Y/n... I love you too." Nijiro said looking at you with so much love and adoration.

AHHHH THATS MY FIRST EVER ACTUAL FANFIC NGL I WAS FANGIRLING THE WHOLE TIME. I hope you liked it and if not that's cool. Idk if I added enough dialogue but I made it work.

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