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suniix · 11 months

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04 | miyamura x reader

synopsis | hori talks to miyamura and realizes where she stands. you can’t help but feel guilty because of a promise made long ago.

word count | 2k+

note | i don’t plan on making hori ‘the bad guy’ or have her bully the reader. yes she will be a little upset because miyamura doesn’t like her back but she won’t do anything to the reader. that trope (or wtv it’s called) is way too overused and i don’t like it 🧍‍♀️also i hate this chapter and i can’t wait to finish this series so i can rewrite and edit everything

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A week has passed since the first day of school and things are going smoother than you had initially expected.

Miyamura’s friends had adopted you into their group, though you felt closer to him than to anyone else. Even though they always included you, it felt as if there was a barrier between you and them. During lunch or group projects their conversations would flow naturally, so you’d never say a word unless someone spoke to you first, afraid that you’d make the conversation awkward. Usually it was Miyamura or Tooru who brought you into conversations.

It was to be expected though, it’s the last year of high school; friend groups had already been made and joining any would be a struggle. You were thankful for an easy way into a friend group and were prepared to face all the challenges thrown your way.

Things at home were going well too. You could definitely tell your grandma was happy to have company around the house and you were happy to be with her. You were especially happy about her cooking. Your parents never had time to cook or show you how to so you just stuck with eating out everyday. You also bought some decorations for your new room, which made you feel more comfortable.

As you slipped your shoes on you waved to your grandma goodbye and she reciprocated the action. “Have a good day at school dear.” She smiled.

You thanked her and stepped out of your home. Walking to and from school everyday has made you become familiar with the neighborhood. The first couple of times you almost got lost, but luckily you would find other students with the same uniform and you’d just follow them to school.

As soon as the school came into view your stomach growled. Shit.. I forgot to grab something for breakfast.. you patted your pocket and felt your wallet. Sighing in relief you pull it out and open it, seeing you had enough money to buy something.

Instead of walking straight into the school you take a turn for the school’s cafeteria, praying they were open. As you walked you enjoyed the school’s scenery. Despite being here for a week you haven’t gotten a chance to explore everywhere. Tooru only showed you your classroom and the school cafeteria.

As the doors to the cafeteria came up you let out a sigh of relief upon seeing an oval sign hanging from the door with big letters that read ‘open’. You pulled the door open and walked in, feeling cold air hit your cheeks.

The first thing you see is a familiar brown haired girl wearing a gray sweater with her back turned to you; it seemed like she didn’t hear you come in. You didn’t see anyone at the counter, but a vending machine was nearby. Browsing through the limited options you insert your money and press the buttons. Your snack falls and you fish it out from the bottom and slowly walk over to the girl.

“Hori?”

The girl turned to look at you and your suspicions were confirmed. Hori looks at you with mild surprise. “Oh! I didn’t expect to see you here so early.” She motions for you to sit in front of her and you do.

“Hey Hori! And yea, I keep forgetting to change my clock’s batteries so I wake up thinking I’m late but it’s actually super early. I can’t go back to sleep so might as well just head to school.”

Hori nods in understanding and takes a sip of her drink. She is sorta forgetful.. Hori notes.

An awkward silence calls upon the two of you. She awkwardly continues to drink her beverage while you eat your snack. Although you and Hori were part of the same group you never directly interacted with each other.

“So.. you and Miyamura know each other?”

“Mm?” You looked at her confused.

“Even though you just got here, you and Miyamura seem really close. Did you go to the same middle school?” She asks.

You notice how she avoids eye contact and slightly tightens her grip on her drink. Is she jealous?.. You ask yourself. That would explain her odd behavior around you.

“Not really. I ran into him the first day I moved here and he’s my neighbor, so I guess—”

“Wait! You guys are neighbors?” She slammed her drink down in surprise and you slightly jumped, startled by her random outburst.

“Yea? He lives in the apartment complex next to my grandma’s house.”

She hums and brings her drink back up to her lips, continuing to avoid eye contact. Shit, are they together? Does she think I’m trying to get in between them?.. You begin to slightly panic. You didn’t want to start any drama, you had barely been at this school for a week! Miyamura never mentioned anything about being in a relationship, at least nothing you can remember, and you never saw him acting lovey dovey with Hori.

“I’m sorry, are you and Miyamura in a relationship?” You ask timidly.

“What? No.. why are you asking?” She eyed you suspiciously.

“Ah, I just didn’t want you to think I was trying to take him from you. We only seem close because he was the first person I talked to, so I guess I just feel closer to him because of that.”

“Ah, I see.”

After that conversation the air seemed a little lighter. Hori no longer seemed as tense as she was before, but instead lost in thought. The two of you sat in a calm silence until the bell rang.

Hori stared at the sky while leaning on the balcony railing outside the classroom. Her thoughts take her back earlier to the conversation she had with you. Although you told her you didn’t know Miyamura that well, she felt there was something going on between the two of you, whether or not you were aware of it. She had questions, but she wasn’t sure you were the right person to ask. The door opened behind her, but she didn’t turn to look, already knowing who joined her outside.

“Are you feeling okay Hori?” Miyamura asked, walking up beside her.

He had noticed she seemed lost in thought all day, something had to be bugging her. He knew about her busy life outside of school, but normally she wouldn’t be this out of it.

“Do you like (Y/n)?”

Miyamura nearly choked on his spit at the sudden question, quickly turning to look at Hori. “Where did this come from?”

“I just feel like.. there’s something going on between the two of you.”

“Nothing is going on between us. It’s just that.. they’re someone that I used to know, someone I cared a lot for.”

Hori turns to look at him, slightly surprised. Although she suspected it she never thought he’d say it out loud. Hearing it made it feel real, like there was really a chance she’d lose him.

“It’s a long story, but.. when I was little, (Y/n) was the first person to walk up to me and become my friend. Then one day they told me their family was moving, but they made a promise to find me again. I doubt they remember me or the promise, but the fact they came back.. it feels nice.”

The look on Miyamura’s face was something she rarely saw. He seemed genuinely happy, hopeful even. The only time she saw him this happy was when they were together, alone. Now he has the exact same expression while talking about you and you’re not even here.

Hori turned away. “Why don’t you tell them?” She doesn’t know why she asked. Maybe she was curious, or maybe she still had hope he was moving on from you.

Miyamura shook his head, “I don’t want to pressure them into anything. If something happens, I want it to happen naturally and not just because they feel the need to fulfill a promise they made years ago.”

He turned to look over his shoulder, spotting you and Tooru laughing about something. Hori followed his stare and tried not to show how disappointed she was. She wasn’t disappointed at either of you, moreso the situation. You two had history, history that left such an impact on Miyamura he waited for years for a chance to see you again.

She could never compete with that.

“Alright, you have to finish the report as a group by the end of class, so start moving!”

Shit! Group work this early in the year? You quickly look around the room to see everyone partnering up with their friends. How well do I know Miyamura’s friends? Would it be weird if I just joined their group? They wouldn’t mind.. right?

A gentle tap on the shoulder broke you out of your thoughts. Turning to your left you see Miyamura smiling at you. “Can I be in your group?” He asks while holding back a laugh, though you don’t understand what’s so funny.

“Sure.” You smile.

The smile on Miyamura’s face remains as he brings his desk up to yours and soon the rest follow without any questions.

“Lend me a pen, Yoshikawa! You don’t need so many pens.”

“Don’t you dare take any of my pens!”

“Did anyone bring the material collections?” Hori asked, sighing when she noticed no one had them.

You watched the group work together while occasionally bickering about random things. Hori assigned everyone a part of the report while also keeping Yoshikawa and Tooru from fighting about pens.

While working you couldn’t help but bask in the atmosphere the group brought. It wasn’t suffocating and there wasn’t a need to keep the conversation going. The conversations they had were short and sweet and didn’t have you overthinking with what to respond with. You let go of your thoughts and let yourself get carried away in the light conversations, enjoying the laughter of the group.

After everything was complete Hori gathered everyone’s part of the report and stapled it together before handing it to the teacher. The five of you relaxed together, mindlessly talking about the newest trends and any new music.

You barely said a word, happy with just watching the group enjoy each other. As you watched the group laugh cheerfully you didn’t notice Miyamura had his eyes on you the whole time.

The end of the day came sooner than you expected.

The group assignment left you feeling a little more connected to the group. Your fears were proven untrue, the group had wordlessly included you in the group project and no conversations turned awkward after you spoke.

By the time you left school the sky was beginning to turn a slight orange. Miyamura walked by your side as the two of you walked towards his bakery, something he had begun to do occasionally after school. Oftentimes it was when he promised to bake you something.

You stare out the window of the bakery, watching as a group of middle schoolers walk past, laughing with each other. You’re lost in thought, not noticing Miyamura had taken a seat in front of you.

“What’s up?”

“What?” You turn away from the window to see Miyamura has his full attention on you.

“You look like you have something on your mind. Did something happen earlier?” He asks.

“Oh, no not really. It’s just that..” You hesitate, trying to figure out how to formulate your words.

Miyamura says nothing, waiting for you to collect yourself. The whole time his eyes are on you, a gentle smile on his lips. You can’t help but feel at ease around him.

“When I was little, there was this boy. I heard from other kids that he was a loner, so I befriended him. Not long after though I had to move and leave him behind. Every time I hang out with you guys I feel guilty, like I don’t deserve to be happy after I left him alone, you know?” You stare down at the table and fiddle with your fingers. You know Miyamura would disagree with you, but you were still scared.

Miyamura hums, processing what you just said. Part of him was happy, you remembered him! Well, you partially remembered him. If you truly remembered him you would’ve known he was that boy you befriended. Had he really changed so much to the point you didn’t recognize him?

The other part of him felt guilty. He didn’t want you to feel bad for leaving him behind, it wasn’t your fault. The past is in the past and you’re here now in the present with him. You found your way back to him and that’s all that matters.

“I don’t think he’d mind.”

You stop fidgeting with your fingers and look up at him. His eyes are still on you, unwavering. You knew he was right, but hearing him actually say it made you feel better.

“I’m sure he would’ve wanted you to make friends, and I’m sure that by now he’s found his own group of friends, so don’t feel guilty.”

His smile was contagious. You turned to look out the window and see the group of middle schoolers was long gone.

“Yea, I guess you’re right.”

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bunny-eats-fox · 11 months

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heart on my sleeve

miyamura izumi

wc: 4700 warnings: female brash/loud/confident reader ; high school romance ; confession an: my second hormiya story! i love him 🥺 enjoy~

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It happened a week before you officially started your second year of high school in a completely new, unfamiliar town.

You strolled through the park to get used to your way around the town. However, since it was already 8:40 p.m. and thus dark, you didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings any longer and instead you scrolled through your phone. Your long, painted fingernails tapping on the screen was the only sound that disturbed the otherwise peaceful quiescence.

That’s when something different suddenly ripped apart that silence.

“Ooiii, sexy lady, what are you doing here this late, hm?”, a complete stranger asked and stood up from one of the benches.

Immediately, the disgust showed on your face and you thought ignoring him was the way to go. Hence, you didn’t answer and hastily walked past him. The young man, however, didn’t stop and instead, he followed you while spouting nonsense like, “Come on, you’re suuuuper erotic, you’ve just waited for someone to pick you up, right? Don’t be shy now.”

You didn’t really know what that idiot meant; you literally wore a hoodie and short pants with some stockings. There was nothing revealing or tantalizing about your outfit. Even if you had chosen to wear something more saucy it wouldn’t have made this interaction any better or more acceptable.

Sadly, ignoring him didn’t help and despite your usual short-temper, he was still a guy probably much stronger than you. Hence, while you were boiling inside and so close to exploding, you opted for something else when you saw another dark figure walking in the park. It was the only way to get out of this now.

As you walked even quicker, you could finally properly make out the unfamiliar figure was another man, probably also in his teens, thus you started running towards him. Now, you only had to pray he wasn’t a creep either, but you hoped for the best here.

“Daaarling~ you’re finally here!”, you chirped ecstatically and glomped a complete stranger, “I missed you so much, you kept me waiting!”

That stranger was no other than Miyamura. Despite his initial shock, because suddenly a girl hung onto his arm and pressed into him like crazy, when he looked at your distressed face, he immediately knew this wasn’t some joke. And before he could say something, the young man from before appeared as well and he started cursing, “Fucking bimbo. Why are you dressed like that if you have a boyfriend, hah Bitch?! Hoe!”

Even though his knees were shaking a little, Izumi didn’t think twice when he pushed you behind him further so the man couldn’t look at you anymore. As he desperately searched for the right words to say, the way he glared at the guy must have been scary enough.

“Whatever, fucking pavement princess.”

Then the guy finally left.

“Pavement princess…? What the fuck!?”, you growled to yourself as you really had to hold back not to curse loudly - if that creep would hear and turn back, things would become very messy.

Instead, you finally looked up to the boy you had glomped.

“I thought my heart was about to give in.”, Izumi gasped as he clutched his chest, visibly scared but also relieved.

And when your eyes met, a strong “badump” in your chest caught you off-guard for a second. That he was scared but still stood in front of you and saved you was seriously admirable and the stranger wasn’t even that bad looking either, rather the opposite. For a moment, Izumi and you stared at each other, before you realized you hadn’t said anything and was still glued to his arm. That was embarrassing.

“Ah! I’m so sorry I suddenly did that and thank you so much for saving me!”, you hastily let go of his arm and stumbled back a little so you could bow properly.

“No, no. Please, I’m so glad it somehow worked out.”, he sighed in relief and then smiled nervously.

Another “badump” in your chest had your knees weak. He was so… handsome and yet so pretty too? The gorgeous stranger was exactly your type. For a girl you had always been taller than most of your female classmates since you almost reached 170cm, hence why you had always liked lanky guys the most. You were almost as tall as him. However, right when you wanted to open your mouth again to introduce yourself and also possibly get his name, your shrill ringtone echoed through the night which made both of you jump and him gasp. You couldn’t help but find that cute.

“Papa? Sorry, sorry, I’m on my way home already. I’m coming!”, then you hung up and realized: Hold on… you didn’t know where your new apartment complex even was and you might have gotten lost in the park.

“Uhm… do you… perhaps know which way this is?”, you looked up to Izumi and showed him your address on your phone. Sure, this could have seriously backfired, but you didn’t get those vibes from Miyamura.

“Hm? Ah… I live there too.”

“Heh?! Seriously??”

“Mh, 7th floor. Let’s go.”

Today was seriously your lucky day and just like that, you got to spend more time with the pretty boy.

Safe to say, when you found out his name and where he attended school, you thought your perfect high school romance unfolded right in front of you. Things couldn’t have turned out any better…

Is what you thought.

But you thought wrong.

You didn’t mind that Izumi changed his appearance in school, you still found him cute and handsome! Plus, you were very happy when you got the chance to walk to school with him due to you two living in the same apartment complex. Destiny couldn’t have been any nicer to you when you even got into the same class as him, however, the first day, you had already realized people treated him… differently.

Maybe it was because you were “the new kid” but people naturally flocked to you and guys were interested in you, despite your efforts to just look and act normal. Since you were naturally just loud and confident, it got you attention. Though you never shied away from interacting with Miyamura the second you had a chance to.

Izumi was happy you didn’t ignore him, despite the fact that it also didn’t go unnoticed by the people around you. It was only the third day of the new school year and he had to listen to some guys giggling in the corner how the new girl should seriously stay away from a gloomy otaku like him or your reputation would go down the drain as well. That’s when it hit him again that he was simply not in your league at all. You only knew them for three days and you fit right in. Well, he couldn’t blame them, you were just really… bubbly and nice. So the last thing he wanted was for you to get dragged down by talking to him.

However, you were either oblivious to the fact that everyone whispered behind your back, or you seriously didn’t care, because you never stopped engaging with your crush. Izumi didn’t know what it was, but he was just thankful, because for once, he felt like he didn’t want to be invisible anymore as he enjoyed himself quite a lot when he talked to you.

As for you… You did notice. Even your new “friends” had warned you already that being too fixated on Miyamura could have a bad influence on you, since you were the new kid and all. But you didn’t care. Not at all. Honestly, you wore your heart on your sleeve like an idiot. That had always been your problem, you were even aware of that yourself, but you couldn’t stop it. People noticed the big fat crush you had on him quite quickly.

And Izumi also swiftly realized that this new happiness he felt whenever he was with you didn’t just came from the conversations he had with you. Although, as weeks passed, he realized another thing: His classmates and other students in your grade noticed you as well. And before he even had a chance to work out his own feelings towards you properly, he had to witness you getting confessed to.

“Oi, oi, oi!!! Sugimori’s confessing to (Y/n)-chan right now!” Miyamura heard a student yell through the class.

“That bastard it hasn’t even been two months!” Someone else laughed as they rushed to the window where they could watch the corner where you and that Sugimori guy met.

Of course, how could Izumi even think he was the only one interested in you. Probably due to his own insecurities, he took your kindness just as that: Kindness. You struck up a conversation with him because that night he was the only one available and now you were practically neighbors, or at least only three floors apart. Miyamura was certain that you weren’t interested in him like that, hence he gave up before he even started.

Things like that kept happening in the following weeks. More often than not, guys would ask you out, but no one was ever successful. Well, most knew why that was. It seemed everyone but the boy in question knew about your feelings towards him. Hence the other boys in your second grade that had a crush on you, took it upon themselves to silence the man that stood in their ways way too many times.

“Miiiyaamuuraaaa-kuuun?” A chill ran down his spine just from how his name was chanted like that. And Izumi’s senses didn’t disappoint when three boys suddenly came up to him in the hallway.

Before he could even say anything, he was grabbed and pulled along. Despite his instincts to immediately resort to punching the living shit out of them, Izumi had to realize that against three boys, two of them even from the soccer club, he didn’t stand a chance. So all he could do was get dragged along. Did anyone help him? Of course not. Most students started whispering but turned away and thus, he landed in the gym equipment room – literally. They threw him against the cart full of soft floor mats.

“Now… let’s talk about (Y/n)-chan, shall we?”

One of them said while the other two closed the heavy door.

“Hmmm?”

You stood in front of Izumi’s desk, wondering where the boy went. Usually, after you grabbed lunch from the cafeteria, you’d come back to your crush waiting for you, so you could enjoy your lunch someplace else.

Though this time, he was just gone without a word. Sure, he wasn’t obliged to tell you every little thing he did, but it was still a bit strange. Especially, since the day you had started your second year at that school, you had always eaten lunch together.

“Ah, (Y/n)? If you’re searching for Miyamura-kun…” And then they told you what they had seen, how he got dragged outside and that it looked really serious and not good at all.

“Someone has seen them going in the direction of the boy’s gym, but-“

That was all you needed to know as you put the food down onto his desk and you rushed outside of the classroom. When you heard “Sugimori, Tachibana and Sunao”, you knew that Izumi was in trouble. You remembered those three names; you had rejected all three of them at one point in the last weeks. Two of them were in your class, so they had probably noticed how you openly crushed on Izumi and weren’t too happy about it.

“Shit, shit, shit, fuck this shit!”, you cursed under your breath as you hastily ran through the hallway and down the stairs.

Once you ran into the gym you heard some gurgling and coughing behind the heavy steel door to the equipment room, thus you rushed over.

“Miyamura?!”, you yelled his name when you opened the door, ready to fight whoever it was that tormented your crush, however…

Izumi was gasping, visibly out of breath as he sat on two of them, his knuckles bleeding. Here you thought he needed to be saved, but in reality… he may have been lanky and looked somewhat weak, but he certainly knew how to pack a punch.

When your crush turned to the third boy, he only winced and pressed himself further into the next corner, holding up his hands. Until they all looked at you and he dared to run past Miyamura and his two friends, right behind your back.

“He is crazy! He just started attacking us out of nowhere. We just wanted to talk. He is violent! Look at what he did to them!”, he shouted and pointed to the bleeding knuckles and further down to the bleeding faces of Sunao and Tachibana.

“I didn’t, they-“, Izumi immediately tried to defend himself, but was cut off.

“Do you really have a crush on someone like that?! He’s a psycho!”, Sugimori continued and finally revealed your feelings to Miyamura.

Who, when his attacker said that, Izumi was completely confused. A crush? You? On Him??? Never. He was sure you would deny it with every fiber of your body, but instead…

“I do! Do you have a fucking problem with that, hah?! What is this shit?? Just because I rejected you, what are you, fucking 12?!”, you shouted as well now.

Though all Izumi understood was: You… had a crush on him? He didn’t even have enough time to realize that when he got dragged along for the second time that day, though this time, when you grabbed his wrist and pulled him with you away from the scene, he didn’t struggle and followed quietly.

He simply followed you through the hallways – once again, students watched intensely but didn’t say anything. That was honestly very awkward. Hence why Miyamura was so happy when you finally reached the nurse’s office and you were finally freed from the nosy, judgmental stares of everyone.

You pushed him onto the bed before you went around the office and grabbed a few necessary things. Nothing was said, the air was heavy and he wondered if you could literally hear his heartbeat because of how loud and quick it was.

“You’re… pretty good at this.”, he finally broke the silence when you were in the middle of cleaning his bruised, bleeding knuckles. Even though his hand was shaking a little and all he wanted to do was talk about your “confession”.

“Hahaha yeah… I told you about my big brother, right? When he was in high school, he would always get into fights. It’s probably because of him that I lash out so easily and have a short-temper haha. Since my parents work a lot, even on the weekends or during holidays, they were working almost every day…So uh, long story short even though I was three years younger, I was the only one who could help him with these things so I got pretty good at it.”

Then quietness engulfed you two once again as he watched you clean the rest of his hand, the cut lip and also the cut on his cheek. Once you were done, you sat down beside him on the bed.

“I’m sorry, Miyamura.”

“Hah? Uh, no! It’s not your fault, don’t apologize.”, he immediately said and gestured with his hands.

“Well, I do feel like it is.”, you started nervously playing with your, “You know… I wear my heart on my sleeve, I know it’s bad and such a nuisance. Because of that, they knew how I felt about you and targeted you... I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no really, it’s fine!” Then silence again as he nervously looked to the side.

“So… it’s true… ?”

“Hm?” You looked up, confused for a moment, but when he just lightly blushed and avoided your eyes, you knew what he meant.

“Mh.”, you confirmed and nodded, “I like you. From the moment we met. At first, I just thought you were cool because you saved me and it definitely helped that you’re my type. But… on our way to school, in school, our way back and all the times when I get a chance to talk and be with you, I just enjoy myself so much. Really, it was inevitable that I would fall for you, haha. I just really… really like you.”

You finally confessed and then looked back to meet his eyes. At first, you weren’t embarrassed, but when your crush blushed even harder, it suddenly got to you as well. You had just confessed. Spilled your feelings like coffee onto a table. Now, your face grew warmer as well as you quickly looked away and at the walls.

“Ahh hahaha b-but you already knew, right? Haha I mean like I already said I wear my heart on my sleeve so it must have been obvious, haha so don’t worry, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I’ll be happy if we can just stay friends.”, you nervously scratched your neck and hastily tried to explain yourself. Since Miyamura had never reacted, you guess he just didn’t feel the same.

“I like you…”

“Eh?” It was so quiet you thought it was your wishful thinking.

“I like you, (Y/n)-san. I… never realized.”, Izumi said quietly as he leaned forward a little so his hair mostly covered his embarrassed, red face because he couldn’t bare to look at you right now.

“Eh? You didn’t?! Heeeh? Miyamura… you’re quite dense…”

At that point you thought he might burn to ashes with how on fire his face and ears looked. My. You didn’t know someone could blush that much, it was really cute.

“Mn. I really am…” He nodded and then finally dared to look up to confirm it once more while he looked at you straight in the eyes, “I like you, (Y/n)-san.”

“Oh… So you like me too…” For a moment, you were too speechless, before it suddenly sunk in fully: Izumi liked you too.

And then, you jumped up from the bed and spun around, “Wait, really, like… seriously?!”

Even though Miyamura still looked bashful, he still smiled and nodded. Before he knew it, all he could see was white as his back hit the matrass and he stared at the ceiling. For a brief second, he was confused because you suddenly tackled him, though not for long as he started laughing and returning the tight hug quickly.

It still felt surreal, but the way your hands shook as you grabbed him tightly and snuggled him was confirmation enough that he was, in fact, not dreaming. He had a girlfriend now.

„Izuuuummiiiii-kuuun~“, your whine got no reaction out of him, so you continued, “Izumi-kyun?…Izumi-dono? Izumi-sama? Izumi-saaaan? Izumi? Zuzu? Izu? Iz-“

Finally, after you had seemingly “abused” him long enough with those nicknames, your boyfriend looked up (a cute blush adorning his cheeks since he still wasn’t used to you calling him by his first name) and shut your cute little mouth with his hand.

“You know, (Y/n), I’m really trying to concentrate here.”, he said sternly, though as you saw the corner of his mouth twitch, you knew exactly that he didn’t mean it that seriously.

So, you pouted for a second and then, to free yourself from his hand above your mouth, you flicked your tongue against the inside of his hand. All Miyamura did, however, was raise his eyebrow in amusement, completely unimpressed by your action. You were only dating for three weeks but… he was already used to your shenanigans, hence the hand stayed.

As you playfully glared at him, because he wouldn’t free your mouth, you wanted to change your tactics, but before you could even try, you both heard the sliding door to your classroom open and a few of your classmates came in. When they looked at you, he immediately withdrew his hand and buried his nose back into your English notebook. It certainly didn’t help that they were giggling as they grab their stuff and headed out again.

Of course, both of you still heard their cackling in the hallway and a few words like “cringe” and “embarrassing” also stuck out. It wasn’t something new per se. The moment people found out and you didn’t deny it, everyone had a few things to say.

“Tch.”, you clicked your tongue, “Bitches.”

“Don’t mind them, Izumi. Seems like some people just got mentally stuck in preschool.”, you sighed annoyingly and then turned back to him.

Well… he was happy you didn’t find the need to hide the fact that you were dating, even though he would have understood. Your classmates weren’t the only ones who found you were way out of his league after all, but then again…

Once you realized Izumi kind of got lost in his own thoughts, you let your fingers walk across the table to his free hand. The bruises and wounds from three weeks ago had thankfully healed fully, thus you gently nudged him. Thankfully, Izumi returned the gesture and slid his fingers between your own to intertwine them.

“What are you thinking about, hm?”

When he suddenly stood up, you were a little surprised, but even more so when he leaned over the table to press his lips against your own for a quick, soft kiss. It melted your heart right on the spot.

“Nothing much.”

“Oh my gosh, hurry up with this thing so we can go home already and enjoy the weekend!”, you groaned, “slapped” his hand away and buried your face in your crossed arms. You were so going to make out with him when you were finally home.

“Hahahaha yeah, yeah I’ll hurry up if you stop distracting me.”, he laughed and went back to copying your notes from class.

Later that night, he came into your bedroom, a towel in his hand as he dried his freshly washed hair. You lay in your bed with your phone in your hands and only looked up shortly when he entered. Though it was enough to gift him a small smile before you turned back to your social media app. Even that small smile was enough and his heart fluttered. During those moments, he wanted to let the world know even more how much he liked you and that you were his no matter what anyone else said or laughed about.

Hence why he finally made up his mind.

“Ne, (Y/n)?” He sat down onto your bed and slightly leaned in.

“Un?” You paused your video and looked up.

“Wanna cut my hair?”

“Huh?! Ah, uh, fuck YEAH?! But… why all of a sudden?”

“It’s not that sudden. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now and… since you said you want to become a hairdresser, I thought you might want to practice?”

“Fuck yeah.”, you immediately sat up full of energy, “But… until now I’ve been practicing on my brother whenever he lets his hair grow out because he’ll always get a buzz cut anyways, but what if I mess up your hair?” Now you got a little nervous and you started twiddling your thumbs.

“That’s okay. I can get it fixed tomorrow so I won’t look like a hot mess on Monday.”, he reassured you with a smile.

“Mn… Okay, then I’ll give it a try, though…”, then you reached out and brushed through his long, damp hair with your fingers, “I’ll miss it.”

“Mhmh, you liked it?”, he chuckled, which made you pout.

“Obviously? With how much my hands are in your hair, shouldn’t that tell you everything?”, you giggled together with him, “Plus…”

Now you got embarrassed though as you thought about your next words, hence you hastily looked away and stopped.

“Hm?” Izumi cocked his head, his gorgeous blue eyes shimmering with curiosity.

“Mhhhh…”, you grumbled shyly and then mumbled, “When we make out it’s nice to hold on…Or when we cuddle and I can feel it on my skin ��n stuff…”

��Now, you’ve done it again. His face resembled a tomato once more. Despite the fact that Miyamura was quite straight forward when you two were alone (which surprised you at first, but a very pleasant surprise), that statement was too much it seemed.

“Err uhm, but I’m totally for it, if that’s what you want.”, you swiftly continued and gestured with your hands a little.

Inevitably, Izumi had to smile.

“Yeah.” Nodding, he leaned in further to steal a little kiss before he stood up to get your chair.

In the meantime, with a fluttering heart, you stood up as well and rummaged through your drawer to get your scissors and other tools you needed. It would be a good learning experience, but you sure hoped you wouldn’t fuck up his hair too badly. After all… imagining Izumi with a buzz cut was a little wild. However, at the same time also very funny, hence you couldn’t hold back the laughter that suddenly erupted from your mouth.

“Hm? What’s so funny?”

“Hahaha, sorry, uhm, I just hope I don’t fuck this up, because… Izumi… imagining you with a buzz cut…”, then you laughed again and tried to stop as you pressed your knuckles against your lips, shakily saying, “It’s just so funny.”

“Ahaha yeah.”, he nervously chuckled, “I’d rather not do that if it can be avoided haha…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t betray your trust, Izumi.”

You finally got yourself together and got behind him.

“I’ll be very, very careful and only take a few millimeters off at a time and I won’t cut it too short so there’s still something for the barber to work with if it needs fixing.”

He listened to you talk as you started sectioning off his hair. Until, a few moments later, you suddenly stopped with a small “Oh.”

“Oh?”

Out of the blue, he felt your arms around his shoulders and your weight on top of them as you leaned against him. While you cuddled your head against his, he wondered what just happened.

“Soo… maybe you can wait just one more week?”

“Err, I mean… sure. But why?”, he asked, a little confused.

You didn’t answer him for a few seconds and he was about to turn his head to directly look at you when you finally raised your head and leaned in to his ear to whisper, “I miiiight have given you a hickey when we made out earlier… And it’s maaaaybe just quite visibly when you put your hair up…or cut it… ehe…”

“Oh.” That was all he said.

“I’m sorry, Izumi.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m… surprised I didn’t see it when I took the shower.”

“Ah, well it’s right here.” You pushed your fingertip against the blue mark you had left underneath and slightly behind his ear. That made him flinch and whine. That was cute.

“You can’t see it when your hair’s down so that’s why. So you also don’t have to worry about anyone else seeing it. Sor- Wah?!”

Completely unprepared, Izumi had grabbed your hand and pulled you forward and into his lap. The scissors and clips fell from your hands onto the floor due to the sudden movement. And the look on his face told you he was not amused, rather… it looked impish.

“Ne… (Y/n), since your hair also covers up that area, it’s only fair if I do the same, don’t you think?”, he smiled mischievously and you knew then and there you were doomed.

“What? No, I mean, it’s- Yaahhh Izumi!”, you squeed at the end when he grabbed your thighs and carried you the one step back to your bed in which you both then fell.

A playful fight started which contained rolling around in your bed, pushing the pillows and blanket down together with a few plushies you kept on there. At the end, however, you gave up and before you knew it, the fight had turned into tangled limbs and inevitably also tangled mouths as a second make out session started.

Well… at least you could enjoy his long hair for just a tad bit longer now.

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all characters canonically under 18 are always aged up in nsfw scenarios ; english is not my native language so i apologize for any mistakes

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