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yannar · 3 months ago

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LAST ONE. pt.3 pt.2 pt.1

filipino!daisuke juarez x fem reader

note: luh ang ganda naman ninyo. nagbugbugan pa talaga dahil sayo LUHHHH... guys bet ko magiging pinoy love story movie trope to heh

the chaos began when your teacher announced the group project during class.

“for this project, you’ll work in groups of three,” she said, scanning the room. “let’s make this interesting. i’ll assign the groups.”

you felt your stomach sink. group projects were always a gamble, and the last thing you needed was unnecessary drama.

“y/n, you’ll be with daisuke and…” she paused, her eyes darting to the new transfer student. “you.”

your heart dropped. you glanced at daisuke, who was already glaring at the transfer student. the transfer student, on the other hand, smirked like he had just won a prize.

alam na kung anong mangyayare.

the first meeting was tense, to put it lightly. you had gathered in the library after school, textbooks and notes spread out in front of you. the goal was to brainstorm ideas and divide the workload evenly.

but the boys seemed more focused on one-upping each other than getting any actual work done.

“that’s a stupid idea,” daisuke said, shooting down the transfer student’s suggestion before he even finished explaining it.

“oh, and you’ve got something better?” the transfer student shot back, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair.

“oo meron. baket?” daisuke retorted, smirking as if he’d already won.

you groaned, rubbing your temples. “mag focus nga kayo?"

we’re not getting anywhere with you two arguing like this.”

“he started it,” daisuke muttered, slouching in his seat with his arms crossed.

“oh, real mature,” the transfer student said, rolling his eyes dramatically.

you shot both of them a warning glare. “manahimik nga kayo, ayokong bumagsak dahil sa kalokohan nyo.”

the boys exchanged a look but stayed quiet—at least for the rest of the meeting.

the second meeting was somehow worse than the first. daisuke had brought snacks, which would have been a nice gesture if he hadn’t used it as an opportunity to show off.

“oh, ito y/n,” he said, handing you your favorite drink with a grin that could only be described as smug.

“thanks,” you said, taking it with a small smile, though you couldn’t help but feel a little suspicious of his motives.

“ah, and i brought these too,” the transfer student said, pulling out a box of pastries and placing them in front of you like he was presenting a grand prize.

"contest ba to?” you said dryly, raising an eyebrow as you looked between the two of them.

“it’s not a contest,” daisuke said quickly, though the defensive tone in his voice said otherwise.

“oo, kasi alam mo na kung sino yung nananalo,” the transfer student said, smirking as he leaned closer to the table.

that was the last straw.

“okay, enough!” you said, slamming your hands on the table. the boys froze, their eyes wide with surprise.

“i’m not some prize to be fought over,” you said, your voice shaking with frustration.

“group project to, kung ayaw nyong tumulong at nag babardagulan lang kayo, edi ako nalang gagawa.”

before either of them could respond, you grabbed your bag and stormed out of the library, leaving them behind in stunned silence.

you spent the rest of the evening pacing your room, replaying the scene in your head. why did they have to make everything so difficult? couldn’t they see how exhausting it was to be caught in the middle of their petty rivalry?

meanwhile, back in the library, daisuke and the transfer student sat in awkward silence. neither of them knew what to say, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air.

“you know,” the transfer student said after a while, breaking the silence,

“she’s right. we’ve been acting like idiots.”

“yeah,” daisuke admitted, scratching the back of his neck as he avoided the other boy’s gaze.

“we have.”

“i like her, you know,” the transfer student said, his tone quieter now, almost hesitant.

“yeah, well, so do i,” daisuke said, his voice firmer, more resolute.

the transfer student sighed, leaning back in his chair. “maybe we should focus on being better teammates first.”

daisuke nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “for her.”

the next day, you were surprised to find both boys waiting for you outside your classroom. daisuke was holding a single flower, while the transfer student stood beside him, looking sheepish.

“sorry na y/n,” daisuke said, stepping forward.

“we’ve been… out of line,” the transfer student added, his voice sincere.

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “oh tapos?”

“di na kami magaaway promise.” daisuke said, shooting a pointed look at the transfer student.

“and focus on the project,” the transfer student said quickly, nodding in agreement.

you sighed, though you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “...hm. ginawa nyo na ba yung report na pinapagawa ko?”

from that day on, the group meetings were surprisingly productive. the boys still bickered occasionally, but it was more playful than hostile. and though you hated to admit it, their antics did make things a little more interesting.

daisuke, true to his nature, was still as flirty as ever.

but there was a new sincerity in the way he treated you, a quiet determination to show you how much he cared. the transfer student, for his part, had toned down his smugness and seemed genuinely invested in the project.

as the deadline approached, you found yourself actually enjoying their company, even if they drove you crazy sometimes. daisuke was still daisuke—charming, competitive, and always trying to make you laugh—but there was a newfound maturity in the way he looked at you.

and while you weren’t quite ready to admit your feelings, you couldn��t deny that he had a way of making your heart skip a beat.

that moment had been replaying in your head for weeks. daisuke’s confession last time—earnest, confident, and completely unexpected (unexpected??). you could still see the way he stood there, his cheeks pink but his words steady as he admitted he liked you. you could still hear the way your heart had thudded painfully against your ribs, the way the world around you had gone completely silent except for his voice.

and what did you do? you froze. completely blanked. managed to mumble something about needing time to think before practically sprinting away, too overwhelmed to process what had just happened.

ever since then, daisuke had been nothing but patient. he didn’t bring it up again, didn’t push you for an answer. but he didn’t pull away either. you noticed how he lingered just a little longer when the two of you talked, how he walked closer to you when you went home together, how his smiles softened whenever you met his eyes. it wasn’t awkward, surprisingly—it was just… there. the unspoken thing between you.

and yet, every time you tried to bring it up, your courage crumbled. the words got stuck in your throat, tangled up with nerves and embarrassment.

until one day, you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

it was after school, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink as the sun began to set. the two of you were walking home together as usual. daisuke had his basketball bag slung casually over one shoulder, and he was rambling about his upcoming game schedule. you were only half-listening, too focused on the storm of emotions swirling inside you.

“daisuke,” you said abruptly, cutting him off mid-sentence.

he stopped walking, turning to look at you with a raised eyebrow. “po?”

your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it. you opened your mouth, hesitated, then closed it again, your hands twisting nervously around the strap of your bag.

“may gusto sana akong sabihin,” you finally managed, your voice quieter than you intended.

his expression shifted instantly, his usual playful demeanor softening into something more serious. he set his bag down on the ground, giving you his full attention.

“okay,” he said, his tone gentle.

“i’m listening.”

you took a shaky breath, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “about what you said before. about… liking me.”

you saw a flicker of nervousness in his eyes, though he stayed silent, waiting for you to continue.

“i didn’t know what to say back then,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“but… alam ko na.”

he didn’t move, his gaze steady and patient.

“i like you too, daisuke,” you said, the words going out in a

rush.

“i’ve liked you for a while, actually. i just… i didn’t know how to say it.”

for a moment, he just stared at you, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. then, a slow, bright smile spread across his face, so bright it felt like the sun had come out just for you.

“seryoso?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

you nodded, your cheeks burning. “yeah. i am.”

before you could say anything else, he stepped forward and wrapped you in a tight hug, lifting you slightly off the ground.

“you have no idea how happy that makes me,” he said, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

“okay, okay, put me down!” you protested, though you couldn’t help but laugh.

he set you down gently, his hands lingering on your shoulders as he looked at you with a grin that could only be described as elated.

“so… does this mean we’re official now?”

“i guess it does,” you said, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement.

“sweet,” he said, his grin widening. “but don’t think this means i’m gonna stop trying to impress you.”

you rolled your eyes, though your smile betrayed you. “kulit mo."

“and you love it,” he teased, poking your cheek lightly.

maybe you did.

the days that followed were nothing short of magical. daisuke didn’t hold back now that your feelings were out in the open. he made it his mission to show you just how much he cared.

he’d show up at your classroom during lunch, waving at you through the window until your friends started teasing you mercilessly. he’d carry your books even when you insisted you could manage on your own. he’d leave little notes in your locker, sometimes with cheesy pick-up lines that made you groan, sometimes with sweet messages that left you smiling for hours.

one afternoon, he even surprised you by showing up at your house with a bouquet of flowers.

“what’s this for?” you asked, holding the bouquet awkwardly as your mom peeked out from the kitchen, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“just because,” he said with a shrug, though his grin was anything but casual.

your mom practically squealed when you brought the flowers inside, already asking when he was coming over again.

introducing him to your parents was inevitable. your mom had been suspicious for weeks, dropping hints and asking pointed questions about the boy who was suddenly around all the time.

when you finally brought him over for dinner, daisuke was surprisingly nervous at first. but as soon as he stepped inside, his usual charm kicked in.

“hello, po,” he said, bowing slightly. “i’m daisuke. it’s nice to meet you.”

your mom’s face lit up instantly. “so, you’re the one who’s been keeping y/n so busy lately.”

“guilty as charged,” daisuke said with a sheepish grin, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

by the end of the night, your dad was jokingly calling him “anak,” and your mom was already planning his next visit. daisuke fit right in, laughing at your dad’s jokes and helping your mom clear the table like he’d been part of the family all along.

as he walked you to the door at the end of the night, he turned to you with a smug grin.

“told you they’d like me,” he said, leaning in just close enough to make your heart skip a beat.

“don’t let it go to your head,” you teased, though you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face.

“too late,” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.

you shoved him lightly, your cheeks burning. “you’re impossible.”

“and yet, here we are,” he said, his grin widening.

the news of your relationship with daisuke spread quickly—too quickly for your liking. daisuke’s not-so-subtle gestures at school had practically announced it to the world. but you hadn’t expected the transferee to find out the way he did.

it happened one morning when daisuke dropped by your classroom to deliver breakfast. you hadn’t even asked for it, but there he was, grinning as he handed you a neatly wrapped sandwich and a carton of chocolate milk.

“can’t have my girlfriend starving, can i?” daisuke said loudly, earning an amused chorus of “awws” and giggles from your classmates.

you buried your face in your hands, muttering, “daisuke, stop being so loud…”

the transferee had been sitting nearby, quietly observing the scene. at first, his face betrayed no reaction, but as the realization sank in, his expression hardened.

“so, you two are together now?” he asked casually, though his tone carried an edge.

you looked up, startled. “uh, yeah… we are.”

daisuke shot the transferee a smug smile. “why? surprised?”

the transferee didn’t answer, but the tension in the room was palpable. you could feel the way his gaze lingered on you, like he was trying to figure out how he hadn’t noticed sooner.

the basketball court was alive with shouts, laughter, and the rhythmic sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. it was one of those days where the students played to burn off steam, but for daisuke and the transferee, it wasn’t just about the game anymore.

you sat on the sidelines with a few classmates, watching as the boys played. daisuke, ever the show-off, darted across the court with his usual grin, while the transferee seemed to make it a point to stick close to him. it was subtle at first—light shoves, stolen passes, and the occasional taunt muttered under his breath.

“what’s his problem?” your friend beside you muttered, nudging you.

“don’t ask me,” you replied, crossing your arms. you could feel the tension brewing on the court, but you weren’t about to step in.

the game escalated when daisuke managed to score a three-pointer, earning cheers from his team. he turned to the transferee with a cocky smirk, his hand cupped to his ear.

“what’s that? couldn’t hear you over all the cheering,” daisuke teased, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

the transferee scowled, gripping the ball tightly. “you think you’re funny, huh?”

“nah,” daisuke said, shrugging. “i just think i’m better than you.”

that was all it took. the transferee shoved daisuke, hard, sending him stumbling back a few steps. the court fell silent as everyone turned to watch.

“anong problema mo?” daisuke snapped, regaining his balance.

“ikaw. ikaw problema ko,” the transferee shot back, stepping closer.

“guys, chill,” one of their teammates tried to intervene, but it was too late.

the transferee lunged at daisuke, and daisuke didn’t back down. fists flew, and the two of them grappled in the middle of the court, their teammates and classmates scrambling to pull them apart.

you watched from the sidelines, your arms still crossed. you could feel your friend glancing at you, silently urging you to do something, but you stayed put. you weren’t about to throw yourself into the chaos.

just as things were about to spiral completely out of control, a loud, booming voice cut through the commotion.

“stop this instant!”

the teacher stormed onto the court, her face red with anger. she grabbed both boys by the collars of their shirts, yanking them apart with surprising strength.

“anong akala nyo? this is a school, di to boxing ring!” she barked, glaring at them.

daisuke and the transferee both looked down, their faces flushed—not from the fight, but from embarrassment.

“guidance. both of you. now na. and if i see this again, ipapasuspend ko kayo.” she snapped before marching off, leaving the two boys standing awkwardly in the middle of the court.

later, daisuke found you by the lockers, still nursing a small bruise on his jaw.

“you’re not gonna yell at me?” he asked, leaning casually against the metal doors.

you raised an eyebrow. “why would i? it’s not like you’d listen.”

he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “fair point. but, y/n... you didn’t even try to stop us.”

“di ako referee,” you said with a shrug, a teasing smile

tugging at your lips.

“besides, deserve nya yun."

he grinned, despite himself. “you’re not mad?”

you rolled your eyes, stepping closer. “just don’t let it happen again, okay? fighting over me is stupid.”

his grin widened as he leaned down slightly, his voice dropping to a playful tone. “so you’re saying i shouldn’t fight over you... but i can fight for you?”

you groaned, shoving his shoulder lightly. “you’re impossible.”

“and you love it,” he teased, his laugh echoing in the hallway.

despite the chaos of the day, you couldn’t help but crack a smile. maybe he wasn’t entirely wrong.

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