𝐻𝐴𝐼𝐾𝑌𝑈𝑈!! 𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑇𝑆 (DISCONTINUED)

Takanobu Aone × Reader

~☾︎ The Reason Why Aone Has No Eyebrows ☽︎~

A/N: First year AU hehehehe. F/f stands for favorite/flower. Ya'll better be ready, hope ya enjoy!!

Third person's POV

"It's her anniversary, isn't it?" Futakuchi asks his friend. Aone nods in response. "Are ya gonna go see her later?" Futakuchi questions once again. Aone grunts this time. Futakuchi waves and runs back to the court after finishing his break.

It had been a while since Aone visited his girlfriend. She didn't go to the same school as him and she lived somewhat far away. He remembered the one time she dared him to do some incredulous. He wouldn't ever forget it.

A year and a half ago~

"Taka-chan!" Y/N called out to her boyfriend. Aone looked at the girl running towards him from the train station platform. He smiled at his girl and how adorable she looked. "You look cute," Aone told his clingy girlfriend. "Y-you look handsome today," the shy girl answered him.

Y/N hugged her boyfriend and inhaled his scent. "Teddy, you smell so good~" Y/N purrs. Aone blushed at her comment and averted his eyes. "Thanks," he mumbled back. "Let's go to your house now!" she gleamed in complete innocence. They held hands as they walked towards his house.

At Aone's house~

"Taka-chan, let's play truth or dare!" sugggested the innocent girl. Aone's eyebrows rose. "Really?" he sweats. "Yes please!" then we can watch a movie and cuddle," she smiles with her eyes closed. "Okay," Aone concedes and walks up to his room. "Whoopie!" Y/N pumps her fist into the air in victory.

Y/N's POV (I know I'm switching it up a lot but that's part of the build up~)

"Okie dokie Taka-chan, do wanna go first?" I ask my boyfriend. "You can ask first," he tells me. "Truth or dare?" I giggle. "Truth," he replies in monotone. "If you could, would you have sex with me?" I ask with an innocent tone of voice.

Takanobu coughs on air as he turns away from me. "I never said this would be a child's game," I smirk. He turns towards me, the look in eyes showing his annoyance. "Gonna answer me?" I press. "If everything permitted, and it was safe, then yes," he grumbles. "I feel the exact same Taka," I smile and his eyes widen.

"You're turn!" I say. "Truth or dare?" he asks. "Dare," I glare at him with a goofy smile. He smirks back, and I know he's not gonna go easy on me. "I dare you to give me a hickey," he says with a blush obviously masking his face.

I blink a couple of times, getting what he said through the processing system in my brain. A blush succumbs to visibility on my face as well. I get off his bed and walk to the chair he's sitting in. Now standing in between his long legs, I lean forward, gently getting on his lap.

I gently suck on his neck and he does his best not to make a sound. I add a nip of my teeth in, trying to get some sort of response. He groans finally, and I smirk against his skin. I pull away from his neck, looking at my mark. I get off of his lap and retake my spot on his bed.

"Truth, or dare?" I ask him with a smirk. He still has a slight blush accompanying his face. "Dare," he says. I think for a moment, taking a look at his face. Ding. I have an idea. "I dare you to keep your eyebrows shaven for a month," I cross my arms and smirk evilly.

He glares at me, his aura seething with hate. "Fine," he complies without any vocal argument. He goes to the bathroom and I follow to make sure he'll actually do it. He grabs his razor and stares in the mirror for a second. "If I look ugly after this, you're the one who's gonna suffer the most," he grumbles.

I burst out laughing. "Oh I don't mind much," I snicker. He hesitantly lifts his arm up and gently takes the hair away in many, small movements. He stands up straight once he's done. He continues to thoroughly wash the hair out of his razor. "Your turn," Takanobu turns to me. I grin sheepishly as his intimidating aura walks closer towards me.

Aone's POV in the present~

I walk to the train station, planning on visiting Y/N. The train ride is quiet, not many people riding on a Wednesday evening. The sun is just starting to set leaving a wonderful orange and pink mix of colors in the air. The train ride seems like it's been a time warp when I hear the voice for my station.

I begin my walk; it isn't too far from where Y/N is. I enjoy the light breeze and the changing colors in the sky. I see the gate I need and cross the street. I look past each tombstone, briefly observing the names engraved on each one.

I come upon Y/N's name and sit on the green grass in front of her tombstone. I place f/f in the holder placed at the head of the smooth stone. "I'm sorry I can't visit more often. I've been busy," I say to her. I embrace the barely disturbed silence because I know I'll never hear her voice again.