hiii 🤑
basically just a bunch of oneshots revolving around mp100 all cluttered up into one book, I'll rarely do smut because most of the cast consist of minors unless it's a canon adult: pls put in requests because idek what I'm doing
★ — 好き ⭒๋࣭ ⭑ [ in which reader has trouble accepting their feelings for Teruki, bottling it up to the point where confessing seems nearly out of reach. or 🖇️ reader's confession is full of held back tears and choked sobs, and teruki hanazawa kisses all of it away. —————————————— + underage drinking, soft kisses, angst(?)
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You didn't know if Teruki was doing this on purpose.
Like, you know. Prodding at you with a bunch of flirtatious comments — or, or being a little too touchy at times.
As far as you knew, both of you were just friends. Teruki, a well known third year at Black Vinegar Private Middleschool. You, well, you were just his lackey of some sort. The perfect duo you'd see in a comedic sitcom. So why wouldn't he just cut it out?
Why couldn't he go one day without making you question your sanity? I mean, you couldn't deny it. You've been harboring feelings for him for god knows how long, but the thought of confessing to him out of all people; it ate you up from the inside completely.
For as long as you live, you'll never admit your feelings.
And anyways, they'll pass eventually. Like all things do.
— 🧃
"Hey—! Hey! Earth to Y/N. You can't just let me win like this, are you even trying?" Teruki exclaimed, the familiar voice of your friend snapping you out of your near trance.
Oh, yeah. What were you doing again?
Your hands settled onto the controls beneath you, at the arcade after Blondie here had managed to persuade you in coming along with him after school: aiming to pass some time as he knew both of you had nothing occupying one another.
These days, both of you never seemed to have time to hang out together. Teruki had always been busy after school, either meeting up with a girl classmate or something entirely different.
The thought of him having a packed schedule almost every day made you jealous, and if both of you were in a show... well, he'd definitely be the main character. It seemed as if you had nothing to offer. You just felt .. so.. incompetent.
The pixelated screen in-front of you finally came into view, your eyes adjusting to the vibrant color palette which painted cross the game's background. How many times have you both settled for street fighter when at the arcade? It seemed like it would always be the automatic option for passing time.
And much to your surprise (not really), your screen flashed to a almost blinding shade of red and yellow: in huge bright letters read K.O. You could hear the vague sounds of Teruki cheering in response to his victory, sitting just in-front of the console which was back-to-back with yours.
"You win, Teru." An exasperated sigh slipped from your lips, the game fading back into the loading screen: ready for the next round.
Usually, this'd earn a snarky remark from him. Something along the lines of, get good, or you're trash at this, Y/N. But you admitting your loss lacked his normal response, before he stood up from his chair.
