Smut Central (oneshots)(random af)(pwps)

tsunami of tsundere love

(Similar to the Dora x Caillou one, this one is mostly written by me. Most of the recent stories do actually have some sort of a plot, which forces me to write myself rather than relying on the A.I. Admittedly, I still use the A.I on the smutty parts bc I just don't want to write them. <3 u) 

Sukamu was the dumbest, most hard-headed, stubborn, deadass annoying, childish boy in the world... but I couldn't lie to myself: I was in love. It's not that I liked him or anything, It's that I LOVED him, but I could never show it. People would never let it go if I, the smartest, most level-headed, reasonable, deadass amazing, mature girl, somehow liked Sukamu. 

"Oi, Nasuto, are you thinking about Sukamu again?" Yoyaku asked, looking at me conceitedly. '"Baka, baka, baka," I said, shaking my head with a grin while my index finger swayed from left to right. "Why would I ever think about that idiot? I thought you were smarter than that, Yoyaku," I denied, blushing slightly. Quickly looking away, I pretended to look at something that caught my attention, so Yoyaku wouldn't notice my tomato-colored cheeks.  

"God, you're so obviously a tsundere that's in love with Sukamu, Nasuto," Yoyaku said, sighing. With that, my embarrassment was gone, and was replaced with anger. "As if!" I yelled, slamming my fist on my wooden desk. Quickly, the entire class looked at me as the sound echoed throughout the class, and the teacher shot me a piercing glare. I immediately looked forward and sat straight and still with an apologetic, downcast face. As everyone resumed the afternoon lesson, I let out a sigh of relief and slouched back a bit more comfortably in my seat. Yoyaku finally stopped bugging me about Sukamu, but my mind didn't. The class continued on as usual afterwards, but all I could think of the entire time was that idiot Sukamu. 

NEXT DAY 

"BAKA! GET OUT OF MY WAY" Sukamu screamed, pushing me to the ground. 

I hadn't notice where I was going when I was walking in the hallway, and I had accidentally bumped into Sukamu.

My morning hadn't been too good because of something Yoyaku recently told me: " You are being tsundere because you have some fear in your mind, and you have something you wish to protect. Mostly I see you acting a bit cold to others, but in their mind you just want to be more friendly and connected, but that makes you vulnerable, which you don't like. For example, you are cold to classmates because you are scared to feel the pain when they don't do what you want them to do. You want them to be nice, smile, or love you, but you are afraid of the pain you'll feel when they disappoint that; especially Sukamu. You don't want to be hurt when that eventually happens, so you become emotionally unstable and build up walls. Your ideology is: "Let's not be nice to people so that we don't have relationship. And if I don't have a relationship, I can never feel the pain of losing one!" It gets annoying sometimes, Nasuto." 

After she told me that, I stormed off into the halls, and that's when I accidentally bumped into Sukamu. 

"Eh-EH?!" I screamed, already flustered and blushing, realizing who I just slammed against. 

"You heard me, Baka!" he retorted, blushing back. 

"YOU'RE SO ANNOYING!" I argued. 

"IK YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I?" he screamed, stomping on my hand. 

Keeling over on the floor, I writhed in pain while grasping my crushed hand with my other, healthy hand. Furious tears streamed out of my eyes, but I was in too much shock to be angry at him. 

"A-are you okay? I didn't m-mean to..." he muttered, ashamed with himself for taking it too far. With a worried face, he picked me up bridal style. I was too hurt to resist, but, even though I should've been annoyed with him, I secretly loved every moment of it.