It's Mr. Steal your girl

Bakura/Mr. Steal Your Girl X Reader

What a horrible day it was for you. Work sucked, friends suck, everything pretty much sucked for you today and you badly needed to be embraced and comforted. You ran towards your favorite ice cream place and sat at the ice cream bar. Time to ease the pain with some sweet and frozen treats. The ice cream bartender comes up to you and rests his elbow on the counter. "How's it going, (y/n)?" He asked.

"Don't ask.. Ugh, I've had such a tough week..." You replied with a sigh. "Oh I see. Well, I know what will cheer you up." The ice cream bartender walks towards all these different flavors of ice cream and starts scooping your favorites out and into an ice cream cup. He places your favorite toppings on and walks back to you with your ice cream. "Here you go, (y/n). Ain't she a beaut?" The bartender said as he slid the ice cream toward you and gave you a spoon.

Your eyes widened at the sight of it and a small smile forms. "T-thanks, Bruce." You take your spoon and start digging into your ice cream. Time flies by and you already had about five cup fulls of the stuff. You couldn't help it though. You needed to ease the pain and anxiety that was irritating you. Ice cream was needed for these harsh times and a lot of it. You finish your fifth bowl of ice cream and hiccup. "Give me another, Bruce." You drunkenly said. You were drunk with ice cream even though there was no alcohol in it.

"That was your fifth cup, (y/n). Maybe you should go home and try and relax. You know, take it easy." The bartender said as he was cleaning a cup. You look up at him a little annoyed and hiccuped. "I don't need your therapy session, Bruce. Please, give me another. I am in desperate need for it." You said. Bruce sighs and makes you another full cup of ice cream.

As you were practically eating away your problems with tons of ice cream a strange white haired fellow walked into the ice cream parlor and sat down next to you. You didn't really pay him any attention until he spoke. "Hello, sir. Could I have one of your French vanilla sundaes please with whip cream and sprinkles?" He said. That voice of his sounded quite familiar to you. You could have sworn you heard it before.

"Right away!" Bruce happily said and started making the boy his sundae. You look towards the boy curious as to who he was and noticed that he was one of your new classmates, Bakura. Oh boy. Barely anyone really liked him at school and you had no idea on what to think of him. He seemed nice and kind, but for some reason you just didn't quite like him too much. You didn't hate the guy, but were confused with him. Maybe his voice has something to do with it. Than again, maybe it was just his strange persona..

He just seemed too nice to even be human whatever that meant. "Here you go!" Bruce hands Bakura the ice cream. Bakura smiles at him. "Thank you!" Bakura takes the ice cream from Bruce and takes a bite out of it. His face filled with delight as his taste buds danced in his mouth from the French vanilla taste. Kinda cute you thought. He finally notices that you were staring at him and looks towards you and immediately recognizes you.

"Hey, I know you. You're (y/n) from the school I just transferred in today. My I didn't know you would be here. How delightful." Bakura said with a smile. You roll your eyes a little at him and gave a tiny smile back. "Yep. Didn't know you'd be here either." You replied. Bakura looks at your ice cream. "My, that looks quite yummy! Mind if I try some?" Bakura asked. You tilt your head at him and looked at him with a funny expression on your face.

Pfft.. There is no way you were sharing your ice cream with him, but he seems a little sensitive and you didn't want to hurt his feelings. Maybe one bite wouldn't hurt. You sigh and nodded. "Sure. Why not?" Bakura smiles and takes a spoon full of your ice cream and takes a bite out of it. "Oh my! This is very good! What is it exactly? Panda paws maybe? It's got a good amount of peanut butter and fudge in it." Bakura said.