The MagiArtist Collection

Chu Ki Chu Ki Dokidoki (Chika Fujiwara x Reader)

You let out a sigh. Your [your interest] club had been cancelled, again. Making matters worse is that your mother wouldn't come by to pick you up for another hour or so. So, it has become yet another day of walking around aimlessly around the school. Normally, you'd spend this time cleaning up the school. Sure, it was after the time you'd spend at clean-up duty, but it never hurts to make things super neat and tidy, right?

Well, today was different. As you made your rounds, you noticed the door to the Student Council had been slightly open. This has never been the case. As a simple student, the Student Council's room was a sacred land that none may enter... This was a once in a life time opportunity.

So you took it. You opened the door and to your surprise, you saw just one person inside doing a rather catchy dance number. To no one in particular. You had front row seats to the rarest sight in your life. Once the dance was over, the girl, one who had long pink hair and had a bow tied to her bangs, noticed you.

"Hello!" She cheerily said. You jolted, then bowed.

"Sorry! I didn't know anyone was..." You began to stammer before she went over, took you by the hand, and dragged you inside. "Wah!"

You were now inside the legendary, sacred Student Council room. Anyone else would kill for this opportunity. You just got it on a whim... You didn't deserve this. You tried to leave, but the girl's grip on your arm tightened.

And it only took a moment to realize why you got so lucky as the girl broke into tears.

"Please stay!" She looked so adorable when she cried. "Everyone else went home for the night except me!"

"Yeah. Me too. My mom's coming to pick me up soon, so if you need a ride..." She grabbed your hand.

"Pwease!?" You couldn't say no to such a cute face like that.

"Y-yeah..." You were going to offer it to her anyways, but her charm was able to win you over.

You spent the next few minutes introducing yourselves while having tea at the table. The girl you were staying with was Chika Fujiwara, the Student Council's secretary. Instantly she had a plethora of stories to tell you regarding the other council members. Perhaps the most memorable one she told was how two of the members acted super crazy when they wore cat ears. You and her shared a laugh.

As you checked the time, you noticed your mom is running late. To make matters worse, you began to yawn.

"Hmm? Something wrong [y/n]?" Chika asked you.

"Nah, just tired." Chika hummed and went to sit next to you.

"It wouldn't hurt to snooze a bit, would it?" She patted her lap. You took a deep breath. The lap pillow, a sacred ritual that only couples are allowed to do. By lying on her lap, you are practically confirming that you like her and perhaps even want to be in a relationship with her. That cute, innocent smile is merely a ploy. If you were caught dating a member of the Student Council, you'd get a lot of crap for it...

But...

She is cute...

And you are tired.

You laid your head on her lap as she brushed your hair with her hand. She muttered out "wooshie, wooshie" as she combed her fingers through your hair. Her lap was so soft, as was her voice, that you just... wiped... out...

For about five minutes before you felt yourself on someone's back.

"H-huh?" You murmured.

"Your mom called while you were asleep. She's out in the front. Eheh, the least I can do is walk you out." Chika just had this air of naivety to her that makes you wonder if she's even sane. Even normal people would know that carrying someone on your back is enough of an indicator for wanting to start a relationship.

And yet, you couldn't help but hold onto her. You liked her in the brief moment you spent with her. You liked how nice she is towards you. It's for this very reason that you spoke up:

"Fujiwara... I... I like you. Do... Do you wanna come over to my place and continue our chat?" You asked her.

"Sure!" She then gave a cute giggle followed by an even cuter sigh. "If only the president and Kaguya was this forward..." She muttered. You knew a bit about them from her stories, and so you laughed with her. She brought you to the car and the two of you went home to further your hanging out with her. When she left, you definitely felt a connection be made. One that, while invisible to even her comrades in the Student Council, is plain as day to you and her.