sugar | kei tsukishima x reader

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Sunday
7:35PM

You were on your way to the music store to buy the new album of your favorite band. You didn't have time in the morning nor in the afternoon because you were too busy doing chores and studying.

You were just wearing your pajamas and a plain looking tshirt. Not wanting to bump into anyone you know, you just wore a mask.

You opened the door and you were greeted by the store manager.

"Good evening, (Y/N). Are you going to buy their new album?"

"Yup, it isn't sold out yet right?" you asked. You were surprised that the manager figured out who you were. Maybe it was because of your frequent visits.

"I think we still have a few copies left," he told you with a smile," he answered.

You felt relieved and went to the section it belonged in. Just as you reached out to grab a copy, you noticed someone familiar. It was Kei.

"Oh, y-you're here as well," you blurted out.

"Excuse me? Have we even met before?" he asked as he tilted his head. He approached you more and got closer to take a better look at your face.

"I recognize these eyes," he thought to himself.

"(Y/N)?"

You removed your mask and smiled. "Yeah, it's me," you told him.

"Sorry about that. I was sure someone called your name earlier but I didn't know you were he-"

"It's okay, really," you reassure him.

"Okay."

"Well, what are you here for?" he brings up a new topic.

"I'm here to buy their new album~ you?" you cheerfully said as you show him the item.

"I'm just checking out headphones, I might buy one in the future," he answered.

"Also, I heard that band will have a concert nearby. Do you plan to go?" he asked.

"I'm thinking about it! There's a person I plan to invite to watch it with me," you tell him.

"A certain someone.." he mumbled.

"It's impossible though," you tell him with a nervous smile. You didn't know if he's thinking that you were planning on asking him out. Maybe he wouldn't be too dense not to know you liked him? You don't even know if him knowing your feelings was a good or a bad thing.

"How come?"

"I can't express myself through words," you answer while the two of you walk towards the counter.

"But I have my own way of telling him. I'm sure my feelings will be delivered one day," you continued.

"He's not a dumbass not to notice," he responded and ruffled your hair.

You looked at him. Maybe he figured it out and spoke with all honesty?

"Probably," he continued and smiled.