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"oh my god

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"oh my god." her heart is beating faster than ever, as if she could faint anytime soon. "oh my god." the girl was talking to herself. "calm down, shiro. it's not like he's gonna eat you." satori rolled his eyes. "speaking of eating, how's the meat?"

"the meat's fucking wonderful, i'm fucking wonderful as well thanks for asking." she joked. "eh, shiro is nervous? for the first time? i thought you were a lesbian." "i thought i was american." the two of them burst out laughing. "it was supposed to be the other way around!" shiro complained. "alright you meme expert 3000 help me bring the plate outside."

it was a lovely saturday, which felt really long for both shiro and satori. "what time is it?" satori asked. "it's... what the hell? it's only 10 am." she furrowed her eyebrows. "they'll be here soon." shiro felt sick. she wanted to throw up because she was so nervous about meeting the Big Man Wakatoshi. "hey shi." her attention turned to satori.

"hmm?" "ding dong."

and suddenly, the bell rang. "oi satori open up!" they were here. shiro braced herself, as she began to pray. "since when are you a christian?" satori chuckled. "since now i believe in every god. and i pray to every god out there that wakatoshi won't hate me." the red head rolled his eyes, and walked to the front door. "FRIENDS!"

the boys eventually went to the garden, and shiro didn't see her 4m olive boy. "huh... kinda relieved." she said to herself. "relieved about what?" if she could be describe as an emoji, it was🧍‍♀️. shiro was just standing there, she didn't know what to do.

she turned around, and met the eyes of a certain eagle. "wakatoshi." "shiro." he gave her a small smile, as he ruffled her hair. "Pardon me, I have no idea why I did that." she blushed, "why are you talking in all caps?" "what?" the girl just shook her head.

the two just stared at each other, shiro was too embarrassed to move. "uh, so..." she awkwardly said. "you... you're adorable." wakatoshi complimented, of course- with a straight face. "thanks you look rather... meaty? thick boy." his face reddened. "NO I MEANT YOU LOOK BUFF HELL YEAH YOU'RE HOT." she shook her head.

"did i just fucking say that out loud?" "yes shiro. you did. and thank you." he was handsome. tall. and talented. "bloody hell." shiro mouthed. "why are you British?" "i can be whatever i want thank you dad." they laughed together.

maybe it wasn't that bad. maybe they could be best friends in real life as well.

shiro held out her hand, "well, let's start all over again- hello nice to meet you wakatoshi! i'm shiro! let's eat!" wakatoshi's smile grew bigger and he nodded. "hello shiro, i'm ushijima wakatoshi- your 3 meter pasta boy. let's go eat." with that they both walked to the garden.

"OI WAKATOSHI STOP FLIRTING WITH MY COUSIN!!!!"

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[a/n]
this is so crappy bye </3

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