Lazy Lad || Murasakibara Atsushi [Rewritten]

10. Patience

Nezuko and you waved the boys goodbye as you left the party. The boys were staying the night while the girls were heading home. "I can drop you off right now, if you want," Murasakibara leaned down and whispered in your ear, his voice unusually soft. "It's alright. Stay and enjoy," you replied, smiling up at him. With that, you said your final goodbyes and left.

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Walking Titan Atsu-chan: You home?
The message lit up your screen just as you'd flopped down on your bed, still in your dress. A smile tugged at your lips.

You: Yeah. Got here half an hour ago.

Walking Titan Atsu-chan: Nice.

You: What are you guys doing?

Walking Titan Atsu-chan: The captain's crying that he was the only one without a girl today.

You: Poor him. Hope he finds someone soon.

Walking Titan Atsu-chan: Yea. I'm gonna sleep now. Good night.

You: Good night, Atsu-chan.

You locked your phone, heart full.

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The next morning, the four of you reunited in class. As always, you shared your lunch together under the same patch of sunlight by the window. The boys filled you in on what happened after you'd left, and the stories had all of you laughing uncontrollably.

"So... are you guys dating now?" Himuro asked suddenly, and your face turned bright red. Murasakibara, surprisingly, didn't hesitate. "Not yet," he replied, mimicking Himuro's earlier response from the prom. This time, it was Himuro and Nezuko who flushed while you giggled at the perfectly played reverse card.

—

Days passed, and your friendship with Murasakibara grew deeper. Slowly but surely, he began sharing his snacks with you—something no one had ever seen him do. It was small, but it meant everything. Yet despite the closeness, neither of you ever brought up the kiss again. You didn't kiss again either. Sometimes, your classmates would tease or question the obvious tension that hung between you two, but you'd both brush it off without saying much.

He began inviting you to his basketball games, and you never missed a single one. You cheered the loudest for him, while Nezuko did the same for Himuro. It had become your little ritual—matching ribbons, snacks, and shared screams from the bleachers. Nezuko and Himuro were officially dating now, and Nezuko walked on clouds every day. You were beyond happy for her. She deserved this. But deep down, you were still waiting for Murasakibara to be yours too—properly, openly, officially.

Himuro, being the gentleman he was, never failed to do the sweet little things: holding Nezuko's bag, bringing her juice, brushing her bangs away. Murasakibara, on the other hand, would groan in the background, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"Grossss..." he'd mutter. But you'd catch him glancing at you afterward—softly, secretly. You knew he found all the romantic stuff cringey. But you also knew—just knew—that if the day ever came when he'd do those same things for you... he'd do them wholeheartedly. And so, you waited. Patiently. Because something told you that when Murasakibara Atsushi finally decided to be yours...

He would be all yours.