"no matter what they promise
you, remember that no one can
love you as deeply as i can. we're
meant to be together, forever."
(yandere kun x idol!reader)
(lowercase cont'd)
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ayato could feel his pulse pounding in his ears as he stood there, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. the pen in his hand twirled between his fingers, a nervous habit he hadn't been able to shake since starting this job. why today? why did y/n have to come into his work today of all days? he cursed his rotten luck, wishing he could rewind time, recognize her sooner, and come up with some excuse to avoid this awkward encounter. but it was too late now. he was trapped in this ridiculous uniform, standing in front of one of the most popular idols in japan.
"what are you going to have for today?" he finally asked, trying to keep his voice steady. his heart was racing, and he couldn't help but feel like he was on the verge of a meltdown. this was supposed to be just another mundane shift, but now, it felt like everything was spiraling out of control.
y/n's eyes flickered over the menu in front of her as she mumbled under her mask, "i've never been here before...do you have anything that you'd like to recommend?" she inquired.
ayato's mind raced. he needed to sound confident like he knew what he was talking about. but all he could think about was how surreal this situation was. meanwhile, megamo's earlier warning echoed in the back of y/n's mind, telling her to stay away from ayato. she still didn't know what the big deal was but since saikou is the head of the student council, y/n figured she had no other choice but to follow his orders and— so far— tried to follow that advice, tried to keep her distance, but what followed was the two colliding with one another in a hallway and now, here he was, standing in front of her.
y/n swore that this was like the universe was playing some kind of cruel joke on her.
"i usually get the soy sauce ramen and black milk tea," he blurted out, immediately regretting his words when y/n gave him a strange look. 'great,' he thought, 'now she thinks i have terrible taste.' his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly added, "i-i know it's not everyone's first pick, but...that's what i get." he could feel the heat rising in his face, sure that his cheeks were as red as a tomato.
his uniform, with its layers of fabric and formal cut, suddenly felt suffocating, trapping all the heat from his flustered state inside. he was painfully aware of how ridiculous he must look—dressed like he was about to ask her to a formal dance, his face burning, and his hands fidgeting nervously. y/n didn't respond immediately, instead returning her attention to the menu. ayato let out a small breath of relief, grateful for the brief moment to compose himself.
he quickly ran a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it down, hoping she hadn't noticed how disheveled he was becoming. his mind raced with thoughts—what did she think of him? did she find this whole situation as painfully awkward as he did? and why, despite all the warnings, did he feel this strange, inexplicable pull toward her?
finally, y/n made her decision. "i think i'll have the tempura soba and a water..." she said, handing him the menu. ayato took it from her, scribbling down her order on his notepad, his fingers trembling slightly.
