Takashi Mitsuya is a busy man. He is a Captain of Toman, President of the Sewing Club, top of his class, and a father figure to his sisters. He's always going, never stopping. He couldn't slow down even if he wanted to. And yet, here he is, trying his best not to scream in frustration as another needle is snapped in half. It isn't supposed to be this hard. He can do this. This should be easy. Right? It should... But it isn't.
"Hey, Pretty Boy! Just chill the fuck out and stop for a moment and smell the damn roses."
And at that moment, Takashi finally stopped moving and let the girl shove the rose in his face. Letting his body go slack. Letting his mind shut down. Letting everything fall away from him. Letting himself relax for the first time in what felt like forever.
"There, now was that so hard?"
Takashi nodded, smiling weakly at her as he took the rose, "Yes, actually it was."
❗Messy Grammar
❗English isn't my mother language
Y/N has a big crush on Mitsuya Takashi.
But the boy seems to never notice...
And Y/N doesn't have the courage to confess.
His popularity isn't that good neither, he was always seen hanging out with problematic people.
But it doesn't affect his personality!
He is himself.
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"I want to be a model! So I can wear what he makes in the future"
"Keep dreaming, you don't even have the courage to keep eye contact with him"
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I'd like to add something more.
Don't get fooled.