- Kicchou Fukuda x Reader -
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"You look like you just got released from jail," Fukuda states, his hooded eyes darting up and down your figure.
Almost automatically, you look down at the clothes you were wearing: a short orange cardigan over a black tank top, puffy orange pants with rips on the side, black heeled boots with silver accents. You look up at him.
"In jail for being pretty," you say, coupling your one-liner with a goofy smile. Fukuda didn't laugh, nor did he crack a single smile. He merely looks at you, unblinking.
You feel your smile quickly fading off your face. Pouting, you lean against the metal railings, looking at the view below. "He doesn't know how to take a joke," you grumble to yourself.
Fukuda copies your stature, resting his forearms on the railing. A light breeze sweeps through the overpass, rustling his hair. You could feel his gaze on you, and so you turn to meet his eyes.
"I know, it was a bad joke," you say, giving in to his silent disappointment in your punchlines.
"Why would I laugh at a joke that's real?" he replies, his eyes not breaking contact with yours. You could feel the blood rush into your cheeks. Fukuda turns his head, now looking at the cars passing below the bridge. Was it just you or were his cheeks turning red? "If prettiness were a crime, you'd definitely be at the top of the watchlist."
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