Inazuma eleven x reader One-shots

Fubuki Shirou x reader

Me: Ohohoho? What is this? It's seems Fubuki is really popular with 'em ladies, eh?, Amirite or Amirite? *nudges Fubuki*

Fubuki: *blushing* U-uh... Yeah... And please stop speaking weirdly, Digi-san...

Me: Well, yo minna! As you can see here, Our little snowy cinnamon roll has been requested once again!

Fubuki: *confused* Cinnamon roll...?

A-anyways... Thank you for requesting me... *blushies* I-I uh... I'm not used to being requested a lot so... *scratches neck*

Me: Awww! Such a cutie! Truly a precious Cinnamon roll!

And for that... I feel as if I should give more emotion to this...*evil grin*

Fubuki: *gulp* You're planning something.

Me: A~nywho, ON WITH THE STORY!

=|=PETALS=|=

Hot tears streamed out of my eyes as I held onto the edge of the sink, recalling unwanted memories which only deepened the wound inflicted on my heart. The room, on this particular night, was filled with silence, only the sounds of my anguish and regret were heard.

A strange sensation suddenly came over me. I felt as if someone was choking me, suffocating me. I held my throat as I felt the sharp clutches of pain claw on my chest, slowly moving upwards from there, until I felt the disgusting feeling on the back of my mouth.

I started coughing, coughing out  petals. As soon as the coughing fit was over, I took a deep breath and stood up, looking at the beautifully deadly mess I just made.

They used to be coral roses, a flower meaning friendship, modesty, and sympathy. But now, they're just pitch black petals covered in blood.

I let a tear slip out as I raised my right arm and looked at the name tattooed there.

Fubuki Shirou, a name written in bold-italic letters. But the most remarkable thing about this tattoo that makes it different from all the others, is the big red cross over it.

The moment that cross appeared, I immediately knew what I was.

I was a glitch.

A person forever doomed to not have a soulmate.

A person fated to die.

And I accepted it wholeheartedly.

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'There they are again, acting out like a perfect couple.' I thought, bitterly staring at them as Fuyuka handed him his water bottle, complete with the blushy faces and shy smiles.

I sighed for the umpteenth time today and stood up, telling Haruna that I had to go somewhere. She nodded and went back to doing her stuff. I glanced at the couple one last time before I left, and I instantly regretted my decision. She gave her a kiss on the cheek, and he... Kissed her.

I felt the familiar sickening feeling bubbling up my throat. I walked towards the exit, as not to be suspicious, but as soon as I closed that door, I ran. I didn't care where my feet was taking me but when I looked up, I was already inside of the girl's toilets.

'Perfect.' I thought. My throat started. becoming sore as I felt the petals scratching my esophagus. I rushed towards one of the stalls and heaved. A beautiful explosion of blood and pitch black petals occupied my current stall. I raised my head but immediately brought it back down as I puked out more of the beautiful gunk.