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Adult!Murasakibara x Adult!Reader

{A/N-Gets a bit mature, I'll put a notice that looks like this (*-* ||) }

You were excited. It was the finals of the competition. The prize was a fancy establishment of your very own and a handsome amount of money to get started on your restaurant/cafe (whatever you wanted). Though there was a very unsettling feeling in your stomach. There were two contestants from japan. You were one, and the other was a giant man. Feeling incredibly intimidated by the man you felt the need to stay well away from him. It was near impossible since you were sharing an apartment with him. There was a leak in his and he openly suggested that he stay with you, seeing as though you've known each other since middle school years.

Though you didn't really know the man, well, not anymore. He just seemed to be at your side through out your life. Starting off as neighbours in middle school years he spent a lot of time at your house, just as you had in his. He so very dearly loved your cooking, especially your baking, he loved that you were not very much afraid of him. But that was back then.

In high school he seemed to have grown even more, not only physically but also his skills. He was truly a terrifying person on the court while playing basketball. After being defeated by seirin in his first year of highschool his skills increased dramatically though he changed mentally also. He would no longer spend time with you, you would give hime homemade food filled with tender love and care, as a sign that he still had someone who loved him even if he didn't want to be around you at the time.

Spending your second year without him it was sad. Spending your third year without him, you plain out felt rejected. No longer wanting to stay in Akita you moved to your home town, Tokyo. Where in which your best friend recommended you enter a competition to become a world renowned chef.

At first it was seen as a bit of a mess around but then you passed through the rounds with flying colours. Facing many opponents and then one day noticing the purple haired giant sat amongst the live spectators your breath hitched as your eyes met his lazy looking ones. The announcement was made that you had won and you would normally cheer...but after so long... What was he doing here?

The day you saw him, you could only muster up a fake cheer. Backstage your friend, a famous business woman, was sort of your manager on the side. She found great joy in seeing your dreams were coming true. She had left to make a few calls with people who had witnessed the competition and wanted the recipes.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't notice the angry Italian man following you to the hallways. Seeing as you were alone he backed you up into the wall.
"What did you put in ze a-pasta huh?!" You froze, he surprised you but he also scared you.
"The normal things." You squeaked out. He pushed you up further.
"Pasta is from Italia! I am from Italia, You can't make better pasta than me! You cheat!" That made you angry. Getting all up in your grill was one thing but accusing you of cheating!? That's a step too far.
"Now you listen mister 'italia' I won because I made the best dish! Just because your too immature to take loosing to me doesn't mean I cheated. I'm just better than you!" He growled in frustration then it turned to plain confused and scared to terrified in a matter off seconds.

The man was lifted away revealing an angry face of someone you once knew.
"Mura~" his name slipped out of your lips barely a whisper though he ignored you. He said something along the lines of 'ill crush you' to the man who scampered away trembling. You were too gobsmacked to pay attention to anything. Not registering what or why this was happening. He was meant to be in Akita, on the other side of japan!

Feeling a warmth on your lips you snapped back to reality only for it to be deluded. Closing your eyes to the warmth, you were once again shoved up against the wall only this time you welcomed it. Wrapping your arms around the extremely tall man as he hoisted you up and pressed your body up against the wall.