Against All Odds || Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Fem!Reader

Close Call (literally just a smut chapter)

||I do intensely apologize for the cringiness of the first actual smut smut of the book oof-||

You let out a quiet yawn, making your way toward what seemed to be a diner. Fuyuhiko and Nagito had yet to be seen, and you had left the restaurant as soon as Monomi showed up.

After you had retreated form that situation, you had decided to see the new island. 

And so far the only interesting thing was the diner.

Pushing open the doors to it, the bell chimed loudly, and you shut it behind you. There had to be something in here, right? Preferably something sweet.

The smell of food wafted through the diner, sending an unusual feeling of comfort over you. Food had always made you feel better. Well, it was second best to the drugs and alcohol, so it was up there.

Hell, maybe there was some ice-cream in here.

You sighed, squinting as the sunlight beamed through the windows and into your eyes. It was bright, and you had to say, it wasn't very pleasing to be blinded in such a way. 

So, you moved your feet forward, one after the other, toward the back of the diner. Behind the counter. But to your utter surprise, Fuyuhiko had finally made his appearance, crouching behind the counter, raiding it for any food he could find.

He looked up at you, raising his brows slightly. "The fuck are you doin' here?"

"Hungry," you shrugged. 

Fuyuhiko reached into the cabinet he held open before closing it and standing up. He handed you a box, and looking at the label, you read 'Fried Dough Cookies'. 

A grin crept its way onto your face, your eyes lighting up as you looked at the boy again. "Fried dough cookies!? I didn't know these were here," you cheered.

He chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets as you opened the pack. "Neither did I. I just found the damn things when you walked in."

You picked one up, taking a bite out of it before looking at him. "'Oo 'ou wan' un?"

"What?" He chuckled, a smile of his own making its way onto his lips.

You swallowed the bite before holding the rest of the cookie out to him. "I said, do you want one?"

He frowned, looking to the side as he leaned on the counter himself. "Uh, nah. I'm good."

"You don't like fried dough cookies?"

"No, I do. It's just that- that pack's not dairy-free. I fuckin' checked."

You nodded, letting out a chuckle of your own. "Ah, so you're lactose intolerant?"

His cheeks flushed red, like he was embarrassed of the fact, as he nodded slowly, his bottom lip slightly jutted out in a sort of pout.

"I'm sure there's some dairy-free ones around here somewhere," You smiled, glancing around the room. 

You pointed to a cabinet above one of the counters. "Hey, what about up here? Ya' checked yet?"

"No," he sighed. "Couldn't reach."

Well, if he couldn't reach it, you definitely couldn't. But as you approached the counter beneath it, an idea snaked its way into your mind. "Hey, Fuyuhiko...."

He narrowed his eyes. "What?"

"Help me get up there," you smiled.

It didn't take any more than a half-second for him to shake his head in protest. "Nope. No chance in hell. Not doing that. Not today. Fuck you too, buddy."