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' Oh, my life is changing every day, in every possible way. '
- 'Dreams, ' by The Cranberries
April 11th, 2000 - 3rd year of Middle School
I've grown too comfortable knowing what's going to happen next, change terrifies me.
My dad works late every day, I'm not upset about it or anything. He takes good care of me, and he works hard. My dad and I are a lot alike, so we tend to clash sometimes. Ever since mom passed, he tries not to get into petty arguments with me.
Today it wasn't raining, the orange rays of sunlight reflect off of the swaying grass. I hate to admit it, but the afternoon sun is beautiful. Though I much prefer the rain and the feelings that come along with it.
I sat comfortably on the metal bench my knees bent and my feet in front of me. I had my book laying on my thighs as I slowly flipped through the creased pages. I rested my back on my school bag.
I like to read, but it's hard for me to find books I can immerse myself into, so I usually find myself rereading books that I've particularly enjoyed in the past. My mom always encouraged me to try new things, but I always struggled with that. I like things to stay the same. My schedule, my life, my appearance, everything. I was never one to take risks.
A certain forest haired boy plopped down on the opposite side of the bench. I flinched in surprise; I was so distracted by my book, and my thoughts I didn't even realize him approaching. I peered over at him for a moment before diving back into the entrancing story I was reading.
Every few moments I could hear the boy quietly mumble to himself; I didn't mind it though. It blended in with natures song perfectly. The soft sound of buzzing insects, the swaying of the tall green grass, and now his quiet mumbling. I smiled at the thought.
Suddenly I felt a light tap on my shoe, I looked up at him over my book. His face was turned away from me, I glanced downwards at his hand which was reached out in my direction. He was holding the pencil I had given him yesterday, but this time it was wrapped in a small piece of paper.
I carefully took the mechanical pencil from his hand and slipped the paper off of it.
' Thank you for letting me borrow your pencil yesterday : ) '
His handwriting was sloppy, I smiled at the note and took the pencil he had returned to me and wrote back. I handed the pencil back to him wrapped in the same paper.
' You can keep it, I have enough, and I doesn't hurt to have extra! You're welcome btw !! '
He began to scribble on the paper again; I noticed his tongue stuck out of his mouth a little while he wrote. I couldn't help but smile a bit as I noticed his small habit.
' Are you sure ?? '
I read the note after he handed it back to be again. I replied quickly on the crowded paper.
' Of course : ) '
I wrote a star doodle next to my words. I handed the paper and pencil back to him. I couldn't help but notice his lips curving into a soft smile. My heart began to race... but why?
"Thank you," he said out loud, his voice shocked me a bit as it broke the silence.
I returned his gesture with a smile of my own. He reminds me of my mom a bit, the way such a small gesture made him smile like that. I quietly giggled to myself a bit before looking back down at my book.
After a long while of reading in comfortable silence I realized, the sky had begun to change. The atmosphere above me was a beautiful mix of pastel purple and a sunny orange. I placed by feet on the ground, this caught the boy with red shoes by surprise.
I unzipped my school bag and neatly placed the book that I had been reading into it. 'Should I say bye,' I thought to myself unsure of what to do. "it'd be rude not to...but we didn't even really speak to each other... I should do it... maybe I shouldn't' I went back and forth with myself for a few moments. 'I'll do it!'
Before leaving I mustered up all of my courage and gave the boy an awkward smile and a small gesture of my hand. I quickly stumbled away after that. 'That was so stupid... he definitely won't come back now.' 'Wait! why do I even care, I don't even know him!' I had interrupted my own thoughts. 'Am I going crazy,' I shook my head and took a deep breath.
"Wait!" the boy called out to me. I stopped in my tracks and turned around to face him. His freckled cheeks were flushed red. "What...What's your name!?" he stuttered nervously.
My lips parted a bit, 'he spoke to me again.'
I smiled happily, "F/n L/n" I responded frantically.
I pushed out a calming and accomplished breath.
"I'm Izuku Midoriya" he said gripping the edge of the bench tightly with his fingers.
After holding eye contact for a moment, I gave him another small smile before walking away in the other direction. '...and it's not even raining,' I smiled to myself as I walked home.
'Izuku Midoriya' his name echoed through my mind the entire way home.
The exact same thing was happening to poor flustered Izuku Midoriya, 'F/n L/n'
"Whenever you want to see me, always look at the sunset; I will be there." – Grace Ogot
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A/N: cringe or cute...
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