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(natsumi x) endou x fem!reader approx. 3000 words GO request : A_MysteryRose
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L/n Y/n and Endou Mamoru had known each other since the dawn of time.
It was always rare to see one without the other; you were always walking to and from school together, always studying (well it was more you teaching him), practicing soccer together. You ask where one is, and you end up finding them both.
A two for one deal if you were to ask me.
You were the first one to join his club — I mean, obviously you were. That's no surprise there.
You shared secrets, you shared memories, and most of all, you shared pain.
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"Y/n!" Endou yelled from outside your house.
You opened the window before continuing to brush your hair. "Give me a second, Mamoru!"
He held up the soccer ball in his hands. "You're going to make us late for morning practice!"
"I won't!"
"I'm coming up!"
"Fine!" You watched as he ran into your house, saving your head gently.
Just as you finished tying your hair up, the goalkeeper of Raimon burst into your room. "Hurry up!" Endou whined, encouraging you to speed up your morning routine once more.
You smiled as he bounced from one foot to the other, before picking up your school bag. "We won't be late," You said, walking down the stairs and picking up a cereal bar from the pantry. "If anything, it'll be Gouenji that's the late one."
Endou hummed, his eyes landing on a framed picture of you as children. "You know, Y/n. You've been the only one to tolerate me for this long."
"That was difficult when you broke my window by playing soccer."
"Hah.." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry about that.."
You smiled. "It's alright. What were you saying?"
"It's— It's just that you've stuck with me for so long, I might as well marry you."
Well, maybe there was one secret you both had.
You let out a short laugh, though it held some weight to it. "Don't be silly. You'll find your person."
The words you said to him were meant to be comforting, and they were. Don't get me wrong. But, you just didn't think it'd be this person.
You have been invited to the wedding of Endou Mamoru and Raimon Natsumi.
The ivory card, adorned with intricate gold lettering, seemed heavier than it should be. Your eyes traced over the names — his name — bold and gleaming at the top, paired with someone else's. Your best friend. Your secret crush. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you struggled to swallow the knot forming in your throat.
