Makoto Tachibana X Reader

Meeting an annoying guessed.

"(Y/N)! You there?" A voice called to you from outside your bedroom window. Groaning, you rolled over in bed, placing your pillow over your head to block his voice. Why did he always do this? What was the point of coming to your house so early?! it was the weekend for Gods sake! From downstairs you heard your door open, only to be shut rather loudly again. You could hear the pattering of his feet making their way up to your room. "(Y/N), you better not be sleeping!" He called. "It's almost two in the afternoon!" Okay, so scratch the 'wake you up early' part. Still, who does he think he is? Because making sure to wake you up sure wasn't part of his job, Haruka, maybe, but Makoto, Definitely not. Frowning, you sat up. "I'm not sleeping anymore," You grumbled as he leaned against your door frame. "No thanks to you." Sighing, he shook his head, a soft smile gracing his lips. Walking his way to you, he sat on the end of your bed. "(Y/N), do you always stay cooped inside like this? Just sleeping all day?" Growling back at him, you countered, "Do you always barge into young girl's rooms like this? Especially  when they're trying to sleep? ALL DAY!" Look, its not your fault that you don't like to be woken up. You're just not a morning- er, afternoon person. Laughing gently, he slid his hand over to pat you slightly on the head like a dog. "I guess you're right," he smiled. "But I'm sorry;  I just wanted to see you." Oh boy did that  make your heart beat a bit faster. Fighting back a blush, you looked out your window, (e/c) eyes focusing on a particularly interesting leaf on the giant oak tree outside. Tilting his head slightly, Makoto's gaze trailed the silhouette of your face. Taking in every feature with curiosity, his eyes followed the way your nose glided down to meet your perfectly lush, pink lips. Oh how he wanted to fit his mouth on yours; to trace every curve of your body with his hands; to hear your angelic voice call out his na- wait! What was he thinking?! He was your friend! Friends don't have dirty thoughts about each other!! ....Or do they? His emerald green eyes widening, he shook his head vigorously as if to rid him of his dirty thoughts. Gosh, he was a blushing mess now. The movement of his head caught your attention, however. Turning to face him you saw how red his face was. Your eyes narrowed in confusion, "Makoto? Are you alright?" "Uhm, y-yes," he stuttered, "Just uh.....just a bit hot, that's all. I'm fine, really." As if to prove you, he gripped the edge of his shirt and fanned it rapidly with a rather fake looking smile. Eyeing him suspiciously, you dismissed it. For now........