Kishou Arima × Y/N Reader One shots

Love at First Ride

Y/N hurried to the bus stop, her heart pounding as she glanced at her watch. She had barely made it in time for her usual bus to work. The sky was painted with hues of pink and orange as the sun began its ascent, casting a warm glow over the city. She joined the small crowd waiting at the stop, her mind already occupied with the day ahead.

The bus arrived, and the doors hissed open. Y/N stepped inside, scanning for an empty seat. Most were already taken, but she spotted a vacant spot near the back. Making her way down the aisle, she noticed a tall man with silver hair sitting by the window. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark trousers, a book open on his lap. His sharp, steel grey eyes briefly met hers before he returned to his reading.

As she approached the empty seat beside him, he glanced up again, this time offering a polite smile. “Is this seat taken?” she asked.

“No, please, have a seat,” he replied, his voice calm and smooth.

Y/N sat down, feeling slightly flustered. She wasn’t used to strangers being so polite, especially on a busy morning bus ride. She settled in, taking out her phone to pass the time. The bus began to move, and she found herself stealing glances at the man beside her. There was something about him that intrigued her.

The bus hit a pothole, causing Y/N to jolt forward. She caught herself just in time, but her bag slid off her lap and spilled its contents onto the floor.

“Oh no,” she muttered, bending down to pick up her belongings.

“Let me help you with that,” the man offered, quickly putting his book aside and reaching for the items scattered on the floor.

“Thank you,” Y/N said, feeling her cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

“It’s no trouble,” he replied, handing her a stray pen and her phone.

As they gathered the last of her things, their hands brushed, and Y/N felt a spark of connection. She looked up, meeting his eyes once more. This time, there was a hint of amusement in his gaze.

“I’m Y/N,” she said, deciding to break the ice.

“Kishou Arima,” he responded, extending his hand.

They shook hands, and Y/N couldn’t help but notice how warm and steady his grip was. “Nice to meet you, Kishou.”

“Likewise,” he said, returning to his seat.

The bus continued its journey, and Y/N found herself relaxing in Kishou’s presence. They chatted about the book he was reading, a classic novel she had always meant to pick up but never got around to. He spoke with a quiet confidence, his words thoughtful and measured.

“So, what do you do, Y/N?” Kishou asked, his curiosity genuine.

“I’m a graphic designer,” she replied. “I work for a small agency downtown. What about you?”

“I’m a ghoul investigator for the CCG,” he said, his tone modest despite the weight of his profession.

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “That sounds intense. It must be a challenging job.”

Kishou nodded. “It has its moments, but I find it fulfilling. Protecting people from ghouls is something I take very seriously.”

Their conversation continued, and Y/N found herself growing more and more intrigued by Kishou. He was not only intelligent and dedicated but also kind and considerate. Despite the seriousness of his job, he had a warmth that made her feel at ease.

As the bus neared Y/N’s stop, she felt a pang of disappointment. She didn’t want their conversation to end. Gathering her courage, she decided to take a chance.