Oneshots Galore!

Ryuga x reader

The taunting words stare back at me as though daring me to write. Daring me to start another one. Another story. The only issue was the mountain of WIPs I have yet to write and the amount of energy it takes to even come up with an idea, let alone the researching, or the sewing of the words together. It was stressful and frankly, I simply didn't want to do it. Not right now, anyway. The paper could wait. I did have until tomorrow to turn it in, so I should be fine. 

What couldn't wait was my insistent gut telling me to consume something other than cookies and energy drinks for once. It gurgles and pleads, almost to the point of physically hurting. Maybe I should go cook an actual meal for once...

On my way to the kitchen, I glanced out the window and looked back at my desk. Idea forming...

Idea complete. 

I grab some sticky notes and stick them to the window in a pattern saying 'Hi' backwards. It probably won't get noticed by anyone other than my landlords but, hey, I might get a cliché story out of it. What to eat, though, is a question I might have difficulty answering. 

I eventually decided on ordering some Korean takeout from the small restaurant a few miles down the road. As I was waiting for my dinner, something bright yellow caught my eye from one of the buildings. Naturally, I went to go look at it, and someone had replied! 

There, in bright, neon yellow post-it notes, was a simple "Hi?"

I grinned and took down all of my pink ones, already planning what to say next. 

'Name?'

Their reply came a few minutes later as a," Ryuga. yrs?"

'(y/n). Sex?'

"yes."

I smiled. This guy was pretty funny,' I'm male/female'

"male. Age?"

'(y/age). U?'

"17. Gtg eat. bye."

'bye fn'