Red String of Fate [One-shot collection]

9. Year of encouters [Toma x Reader]

  Your first meeting was as cliché as it could be. It was beutiful summer. With papers flying everywhere, you on your bottom and him almost on the floor too, you were cursing gods above. You were in hurry, you slipped and bumped into some poor soul on the corridor and now you would be late.

"I'm sorry!" you squeaked and started organizing the papers.

"No, no. I'm sorry, let me help you," the boy said and handed you papers. "I'm Toma by the way."

"Oh? Huh? _____! My name, I mean, " you said fumbling in your bag, in your mind thousands scenarios about your death by the hand of professor Kuze. "Sorry! I gotta go!"

You didn't leave him time for a reply and dashed through the corridor.

*

Your second meeting was on a lecture. You, being busy soul you were, were last get into the room and it meant sitting exactly before him.

"Hi!" Toma said an smiled at you. Your mental gears worked at highest speed and then it clicked.

"Toma, right!?" you jumped in your seat. He blinked a few times at your outburst, then chuckled a little and smiled.

"Yup," he nodded. You grinned. Later you've been assigned on the project as the partners.

*

Your third meeting was on a street. The road was dirty, no wonder after the autumn rains. You were walking, internally praying that the rain wouldn't fall again because you didn't have the umbrella, and texting to your friend. You were in a foul mood today, since professor Kuze yet again made you run through the whole campus for some papers. It wasn't like you didn't like to help, no - you did. In fact this is why you were always so busy, because you helped everyone around. Just today, your cat brought a dead mouse to your flat, then your breakfast burned, then you were late.

To make it worse, just now, as you were angrily texting your friend, a car splashed you with dirty water.

You stood for a second, blinked without understanding, when the angler bubbled inside you.

"Oh, for havens' sake!" you stomped your feet. You huffed and almost blurted out your whole frustration on poor passer's by, when you felt something warm around your shoulders. "Huh?"

"You okay, _____?"

"T-t-toma!?" you gasped looking at the blondie. He looked at you with worried gaze. You and him somehow became friends over time when you worked at the project. Of course you got the best mark, you wouldn't settle for lower. He repeated his question. "I guess?"

You tried to give him back his jacket.

"No, no. You'll catch a cold."

"I can't take your jacket!"

"I insist."

"I humbly decline," you argued.

You were fighting with him now. Even if it made you happy inside that he cared for you, you couldn't take his jacket. What if he caught cold? Who you were kidding, you were just too embarrassed to take it. Your best friend's boyfriend did something like this, and you and Toma weren't in such relationship. No, you would not take his jacket. No. Just no.

While you were busy with your thoughts about couple-like behavior he dropped his jacked around you yet again.