Yukio Okumura X Reader OS

Glasses

"Ugh. I literally cleaned out Rin's fridge and manga collection." You groaned, flopping onto Yukio's neatly made bed. 

You stared at the ceiling, thinking about what to do. You came to their dorm to play a prank on the brothers, but they weren't even there. 

That was hours ago.

It was almost five and they still weren't home. You scrambled up from Yukio's bed and hopped over to his closet. You opened it like a nosy kindergarten student and peered inside. All he had was clothes and books. You picked one up and read the title.

"'Physics: The Theory of the famous Einstein'." You read. You whistled and threw in back into the closet, shutting it closed.

"Yukio, you sure do read complex stuff." You chuckled, remembering the counting book you still owned when you were four.

You plopped down on his desk and looked over his notes and smiled. He really is smart...

His work from the actual school was different than yours. Was he taking a harder class? That would explain why you didn't have homework while he did. Or perhaps it was just a special class he goes to. Whatever.

You stood up, but your belt loop got stuck on the corner of the drawer. You groaned and stumbled slightly, pulling the loop out. You quickly fixed your pants.

You sighed and turned around to close the drawer, but you saw something legendary.

You gasped and looked closer. "Why does Yukio have so many glasses?" 

He had at least 20 pairs of glasses! Does Rin break them, so he buys many? Glasses are expensive!

You stared at his massive collection and hesitantly picked one up. You opened the arms of the glasses and put them on. You pushed them up and squinted.

You began to act like him, pretending the wall to be the chalkboard.

"Good morning class!" You exclaimed in a deeper tone, pushing the glasses higher. You strutted around, forming your fingers into a gun and aiming it at the wall.

"Wow, he has bad vision." You exclaimed, spinning around. Suddenly  strong arms grabbed your shoulders, pulling you to a stop.

"(y/n)?" An amused voice called out, you could hear the smile in his voice. You blushed, but smiled at the blurry figure.

"Y-yes?" You squeaked meekly. Being nosy was fun. Not getting caught in action.

"What.... What are you doing?"

You coughed. Hands gently removed the glasses and closed them. You blinked at the taller male.

"Sorry Yukio. I couldn't help myself. I just opened your drawer and saw them and I wanted to act like you so I did, but then you came-" You began to rant, but he quickly  enveloped you into an embrace. You blushed again and hid your face. He smelled sweaty. You were fine with it. Somewhat.

'She's so shy...' Yukio thought, smiling.

The two of you stayed like that for awhile until you pushed him away slightly.

You have a shy smirk. "I'm so glad my uke is Yukio-chan~"

Your 'uke' sighed slightly. "I'm not an uke." More like seme...

You gave a huge grin and started talking. "So you know what an uke is? Then you're a weird megane!" 

Yukio sighed. He never understood why he loved you, but yet, he was okay with it. You were such an otaku, you resembled the director sometimes. You were random, too. Like right now.

You tackled him to the ground with a loud 'oomph!' and snuggled into the crook of his neck.

He groaned, but rubbed your back. He decided not to tell you his back hurts... He continued to rub your back as you hummed.

He didn't have the courage to say it, but he did know he truly loved you.

And he knew you loved him, too.

"Yukio, I think I landed on your glasses."