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atsuya x fem!reader approx. 1600 words ares / orion
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Fubuki Atsuya was known around Hakuren as a player, and not just in soccer. He'd flirt with almost any girl within a two mile radius, and guess what? Most of them fell for it. When he started talking to you with those stupid ass pick up lines, it made you fall even harder. But you were too petty to go back on your word and date him, if he was really serious about you (like he said he was) then he'd have to work for it.
Nae came up to you, a small bounce in her step with a soft smile. "Y/n?"
You leaned back to see past your open locker door, "Nae, what's up?"
"Nothing much," She said, rocking back and forth on her heels.
You chuckled, "There's something on your mind, Nae. You always rock back and forth when you want to say something."
"Huh!?" She looked to her right, "That's not true."
"You also look to your right when you're lying."
Nae shut her eyes tightly, opening and closing her fists at her side, "Stop! I don't like how you know me so well!"
You closed your locker and began to walk to your class, "I've known you my whole life, how could I not?"
"Well I've known you my whole life, and I feel like I know nothing about you."
"That's not true, you know things about me. Try and list a few."
She hummed, placing a finger on her chin. "Well.. you're the female class representative, you live two doors down from me.."
You stared at her blankly as she listed the obvious things about you. Nae was a lovely friend, but she was a bit clueless at times. You knew that she knew you a lot better than she thought, but she had woken up around an hour ago, so you couldn't blame her for being slow.
"Y/n!" Another voice called out. You looked over your shoulder to see the younger Fubuki running up to you, behind him his brother gave you an apologetic smile.
"Atsuya.." You muttered before he threw his arm around your shoulders. "What are you doing—!?"
"On a scale of 1—100, you'd be 95!"
"Good morning to you too.. WHY ONLY 95!?"
"Because, my dear Y/n, 95 is Lightning McQueen's number."
You grimaced, "I'm not a damn car."
"But you're my queen," He said with a wink before walking into his homeroom.
Nae stood with her mouth open while you watched the back of his head with wide eyes, your cheeks turning to a light shade of pink. "ATSUYA!!"
