Random Anime Oneshots

Megumi(Zatch Bell!) x Male!Y/N

[Requested!]

Sorry this took a while because I was researching the character 😞, my bad if it's OOC!

Also really short, I ran out of ideas.
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The air at the amusement park was warm with the scent of popcorn and funnel cakes, the sound of distant laughter floating around you. The late afternoon sun dipped low, bathing everything in a golden haze.

Megumi walked just a step ahead, her hand brushing yours every so often. She looked over her shoulder with a faint smile. "You've been holding that camera since we got here... are you ever going to ride anything?"

"I am riding something," you replied, raising the Polaroid and snapping a picture of her mid-turn, the sunlight spilling across her hair. The photo slowly developed in your hand, her soft expression coming into focus. "Best ride in the park, right here."

Her cheeks flushed pink. "You can't just say things like that in public..." She turned away quickly, but you caught the tiny smile tugging at her lips.

You both wandered through the park — riding the carousel, sharing a paper cone of fries, getting hopelessly lost in the mirror maze. At every stop, you clicked the shutter: Megumi laughing in the mirrors, Megumi holding your hand on the carousel, Megumi pretending to steal the fries from your hand.

When evening came, the two of you found yourselves at the Ferris wheel. The ride lifted you higher and higher until the park below looked like a glittering sea of lights.

Megumi leaned against the side of the carriage, looking out at the view. "It's beautiful," she murmured.

"It is," you said, lowering the camera. "But..." You met her eyes. "It's not the view I came here for."

Her gaze softened, and she reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. The moment hung between you — quiet, warm, unhurried.

You raised the camera one last time. Click. The photo slid out, catching her looking right at you, the glow of the park lights framing her like something out of a dream.

When you tucked it into your jacket pocket, she smiled knowingly. "So... how many of those are you keeping?"

"All of them," you said without hesitation. "Every single one."

The Ferris wheel carried you slowly back down, the hum of the park returning around you — but the moment stayed, sealed in that tiny photograph.