#hamada asahi oneshot

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Pairing: Art Student!Asahi Hamada x fem!Reader

Genre: College AU, friends to lovers, smut, fluff

Summary: Friends help each other and what better help could you possibly offer than posing nude for Asahi when he can't find a model for his nude painting project?

Word count: 8.8k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, nudity, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, Asahi and reader are crackheads, Asahi and his longer hair being a threat to humanity

As soon as Asahi walks into the cafe, you can tell that something is wrong. He spots you the moment he pushes open the heavy glass door and immediately heads to your table. You watch him as he rushes towards you, flopping down in the chair in front of you and letting his shoulder bag fall to the floor. You bring your mug of hot chocolate to your lips and carefully sip the thick liquid as Asahi rubs his face with both hands, causing his glasses to be pushed upwards.

"Can I get you something?"

Asahi removes his face from his palms, his glasses falling back into their place as he turns to look at the waitress that was quick to come to his aid.

"Iced Americano please!" Asahi's drawls and the waitress nods, giving him a small smile before leaving.

Your eyes follow the waitress as she gives his order to the barista, only to turn and see Asahi massaging his eyes. He sighs again and pushes his hair back and out of his eyes. You find the action extremely attractive and you mentally thank his morning drowsiness for probably being the cause of his forgotten headband.

"So…" you begin saying as you let your mug down, "...let me guess. Late night painting or Jeongwoo's and Haruto's loud asses kept you up all night." you grin as you rest your chin on your palm.

"Neither!" he groans and leans on his chair, "I have to hand in a painting in three days and I still don't know what to draw!"

"You still don't have a theme?"

At that, Asahi pauses and looks at you before averting his eyes, one hand scratching the back of his neck, "That's not exactly the problem…"

You titl your head and pick up your mug again taking small sips, "Then what is it?"

"Eh…"

This could be the most awkward you have seen Asahi act in a while and Asahi rarely acts awkward. Weird, yes! But, awkward? Not really. You can't help but be curious of what caused him to be so uneasy in front of you as you watch him fidget in his seat.

"I have to draw nude…"

You choke on a mouthful of hot chocolate and quickly set your cup on the table not to spill any of the drink as you are violently coughing. You are gulping down a glass of water and Asahi is furiously blushing when the waitress returns with his coffee.

"One Iced Americano!" she says brightly before reading the room, hastily leaving.

Asahi takes a swallow of coffee as you finally manage to calm down and look at him. A red tint is still visible in his cheeks even though he tries to seem unbothered.

"Nude?"

"Well not nude as in me being nude but yeah…" Asahi finally turns to face you, "Basically, I am having real trouble finding my model."

You stare at him, still unsure of what is the right thing to reply to that and Asahi scratches his neck, tension building up once again. You drum your fingers on your mug and focuse on the cars passing outside the window.

"Did you ask any of the boys?"

"Well, yes and no!" Asahi seems to relax a bit at the slight change of topic as he leans back on his chair, "Jaehyuk would probably agree, but he is visiting his parents this week and I don't think we can videocall this! Then there was an attempt with Haruto and Jeongwoo…"

"An attempt?" you giggle, raising an eyebrow at him now that the mood has lightened.

"Yeah…They said no! A definite no. No second thoughts, no reconsidering. They said that only over their dead bodies they would pose for a nude painting that would be displayed in front of the whole class!" Asahi laughes but then his expression turns a bit bitter, "So, I guess I am failing it."

He shrugs and drinks a bit of coffee, silence falling once more between the two of you. You are whirling the remaing of your hot chocolate with your spoon when the words come out of your mouth.

"I can do it."

Asahi stops moving, his straw still hanging from his lips as he stares at you wide-eyed. You keep swirling your drink, seemingly calm but inside your head there is only chaos. Your heart is beating hard against your chest to the point you think that not only Asahi, but also the people nearby your table can clearly hear it.

Why would you say that? you scream inside your head, barely holding back from hitting yourself or face planting the table.

You raise your eyes and look at him sitting utterly dumbfounded across the table, staring at you like you grew a second head. Well, fuck it now you said it, you can't go back.

"I can model for you."

Oh, God that sounded so wrong!

You just want to hide your face in your hands and stay like that forever. Instead of doing that though, you keep still, waiting for him to turn down your proposal and then you can say that it was just a joke and laugh about it.

"You would do that?"

"Uh…" you are lost for words as Asahi actually sounds excited.

"Are you free tomorrow afternoon?" he asks and you feel like your brain is failing at comprehending what is happening.

"Wait!" you raise your hands in front of you and look at him dead in the eye, "Are we really doing that?"

Now Asahi seems to be the confused one, "Yes?" he furrows his eyebrows, "...No?"

You hesitate and it doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"If you don't want to do it it's fine, you don't have to-"

"No, sorry, I just-" you wave your hand in front of you, "I just-" not going back now, "I will do it, there is no problem." you manage to smile despite the chaos in your mind.

Asahi doesn't seem conviced, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, don't worry. I will pose for you, you will pass your class and everyone will be happy!" you play the laid back card as you lean on your chair and grin at him.

Asahi is still furowing his eyebrows, but seeing you so persistent, he relaxes his muscles and takes a sip of his coffee; his eyes scanning your face for even a hint of regret. But, at this point you have convinced yourself that this is not such a bad idea as you thought of it at first.

This was a terrible idea.

You are sitting alone in Asahi's room wearing only a white robe; his white robe. It isn't the fact that you are in his room that makes you uneasy, nor is the fact that you are mostly naked apart from the robe.

Not that this makes the situation any easier!

It is more the reason why you are in his room, wearing his robe, waiting for him to come inside.

At any moment now, Asahi will come inside and you will remove the robe, letting him paint you naked for one of his classes. Not what you would call an everyday interraction between friends!

You close your eyes, take a deep inhale and then you exhale from the mouth, trying to ease your nerves. Opening your eyes, you attempt to find comfort in the familiar paintings hanging on the wall in front of you, as you have seen them a million times by now. Most of them are Asahi's paintings for some of his university classes, but others were drawn by him in his spare time. You were there for most of the part to see him create these, while others were hanging on his walls way before you two became friends.

Somehow staring at them and the dark blue walls you know so well, makes you forget the reason you are here today and instead you reminisce about the happy times you have spent with Asahi between these four walls. That is until the door opens with a click and Asahi walks in hesitantly; at first not looking at you, but after noticing you are still wearing the robe, he raises his eyes from the floor. He leaves his brushes next to his tall canva and turns to you.

"I am ready."

The words echoe in your ears and you gulp. You wish that he doesn't notice that your hands tremble slightly as you grab the rope of the garment, ready to untie it.

"Uh I-" he tenses and takes a step backwards, averting his stare from you, "I will wait outside. When you are ready call me in!" he basically runs out of the room, banging the door behind him and you are left staring at the closed door wide eyed.

Even in the empty room, your heart keeps pounding against your chest as you let the robe fall to the floor. You quietly fold it and put it aside. You stare at his bed for a moment before gathering the courage and climbing on top of it. His bedsheets are soft and they are smelling exactly like him. You let your hands wander, feeling the smooth fabric, before you mentally slap yourself.

What are you doing?

You retrieve your hand and move around trying to decide on the best pose. You have agreed with Asahi that you will pose in a way that will pretty much cover your intimate parts, so that you won't have to expose yourself to him or his class. Although, you can't deny that as you are trying to find the ideal position, the thought of posing more seductively crosses your mind.

The thought is gone as quickly as it came, considering that Asahi would probably have a heart attack and your friendship would never be able to recover from that! And also because you don't have the guts to try something bold like that.

In the end, you settle with a sitting position; your legs laying on your right side, one thigh slightly higher than the other to cover your genital area while one arm supports your weight and the other hides your breasts. You nervously inhale, easing your breathing as you try to appear calm and collected. You can hear Asahi pacing up and down on ther other side of the door, which makes a new wave of distress wash over you.

"C-Come in."

You curse under your breath for not sounding determined enough, but every thought quickly empties your head as the door opens and Asahi steps in. Even before coming inside the room, his cheeks are painted a light red, his eyes scanning the floor as if he is meticulously searching for something; fortunately missing the way you gulp. He reaches his canva and only then he lifts his eyes to look at you.

If his face had a light blush before, now the blush turns to a vivid red color as blood instantly rushes to his face. You feel your own cheeks heat up, betting that their color matched that of a tomato. Asahi clears his throat and dips a brush in the water next to him, selecting a few paint tubes from his stash.

"We will start now…" he says quietly and begins drawing a rough sketch of you with his pencil.

You stay still as Asahi starts drawing, trying to be as helpful as you can. But every time Asahi leans away from his canva to look at you, taking measurements with the head of his pencil, you feel your throat becoming dry and goosebumps appearing on your skin. That lasts for about 8 hours -short breaks included- and you definitely count them as some of the hardest 8 hours of your life.

You spent all these hours in silence, with a few exceptions while the tension could easily be cut by a knife. Every time you took a break, Asahi would leave the room, letting you stretch and walk around before returning without a word and continuing the painting. Even when you did a lunch break, Asahi and you ate silently, in contrast to your usual bubbly conversations over food.

At some point Asahi set down his brush and looked at you, telling you that he had finished and that you should get dressed. He still wanted to add a few details on the painting, but he said he could do those on himself, eager to end this day. You had quickly gotten dressed and muttered a quiet goodbye to Asahi as you practically run towards the door of his apartment, bumping into Haruto on your way out, but you were too stressed to apologize or even greet him.

As you walk further away from Asahi's shared flat, you recall again the events of the day, getting more and more embarrashed by the minute. You hide your burning cheeks with your hands, feeling how hot they became while wishing that Asahi would pass his class and you would both forget about it.

You stare wide eyed at your cellphone that is ringing; the name of the caller overly familiar. It has been two days since you went to Asahi's place to pose for him and since then you two haven't talked or even texted each other.

But, now he is calling you. And you are freaking out!

"H-Hey…" you pick up the phone and immediately regret it. Maybe you can just end the call and maybe he will think that you actually never answered?

The other line is silent for a bit and for a moment you wonder if you have really accepted the call. Just then, Asahi's voice rings through your ears.

"I got an F."

You freeze. What?

"What?!"

"The professor said that the painting was too constrained…"

What?!

"But…isn't he the one always praising your paintings for their boldness?" you pace up and down on the campus, your moves becoming more nervous as a sinking feeling settles in your chest.

"What are you going to do?" you ask before he has the chance to reply to your previous question.

"I need to make another painting if I don't want to fail the class."

You abruptly stop moving. There you are, standing still in the middle of the campus grounds, gaping like a fish.

"And I need to submit it by the end of the week."

"That's why I called…" you never react and Asahi takes that opportunity to continue, "I need you to pose for me again."

"...If you would like." he adds when he still gets no answer.

"Uh…" you are still processing the situation when he bombards you with the offer and your brain just seems to shut down for a moment.

How would you do this?

Yes, Asahi needs your help, but things were so awkward last time! You hadn't even talked or seen each other for two days because of how absurd the situation was. And now he needs you to do that again!?

You bite your lip and look around you in frustration, as if one of the passing students can save you from this mess.

"Isn't there anybody else who…" you slowly cut your sentence in half, knowing that he wouldn't be asking you this if he had any other choice. You can hear Asahi's nervous breathing from the other side of the line and you feel your throat dry and your heart sink.

You close your eyes and sigh, "Is tomorrow fine with you?"

Once again, you find yourself sitting on Asahi's bed, wearing his robe, waiting for him. You close your eyes and take deep breaths to calm your nerves. How did things turn out like that?!

You shake your head to make the thought go away. You have done this before; you can do it again! You snap your eyes open, determined to make this work this time.

Muffled voices echo behind the door and you recognize them before the door swings open, revealing Jaehyuk and a very flushed Asahi. You bring your hands closer to your body, suddenly feeling a bit exposed as you were not expecting to encounter Jaehyuk.

Jaehyuk however doesn't roam his eyes over your form or act weird upon seeing you. Instead he smiles brightly and tilts his head, happy to see you.

"Hey! I was just telling Asahi that I am heading out, so he should better behave!" he glances at Asahi, who is holding the doorknob and is having the worst time of his life, "If you need anything call me!"

"Yes, okay, bye." Asahi mutters hurriedly, closing the door on Jaehyuk's face.

"Have fun! Bye!" Jaehyuk manages to utter before the door slams shut.

Asahi stands beside it for a moment, his ears red from embarrassment, before he walks behind his canva. He chooses his brushes and colors for the painting, hands slightly shaking from his distress. He rubs his face with one hand, pushing his glasses upwards before they fall back in place and sighs dramatically.

He raises his head to look at you and his eyes widen, "S-Sorry I forgot you have to take off the robe!"

He takes a few steps towards the door, "I will go outside!"

"No, wait!"

Your hands fly in front of you as in to stop him and Asahi halts. He furrows his eyebrows and looks at you baffled. You feel the tension leaving your shoulders as you lower your hands back to your lap.

"I think…" you start, fingers fiddling among them, "...that you should be here while I undress."

Asahi's eyes widen and you panic.

Wrong phrasing you idiot!

"Not in a- I mean that-" you stumble on your words, feeling heat rising to your face and neck.

You take a deep breath and lock your eyes with his, "That sounded very bad."

Asahi nods, "It totally did."

You sigh and scratch your neck nervously, "I meant that, last time you failed exactly because of this!"

Asahi tilts his head to the side, like he is trying to understand your point.

"We were so afraid of facing each other and the situation and- and we just acted so childish!" you run your mouth and now that you started it seems impossible to stop, "It's not like we haven''t seen a naked body before! And you are an artist! You will see hundreds more naked bodies in your life! And- and it's not like I haven't seen myself naked before!"

Okay, maybe you were a bit getting out of hand.

"So, why can't we act like adults and strip naked?! Huh? It doesn't make sense!" you take a breath and point a finger at him, "I will take this robe off and you will decide on the pose and I don't care if I have to model with my legs open or my anus showing, I will do it and you will draw the fuck out of me! Because that's what real friends do!" you finish your mess of a speech, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.

Asahi looks at you and blinks once, twice, before he bursts out laughing. You feel your cheeks flush, yet scowl at him and cross your arms over your chest.

"What's so funny?"

Asahi has almost doubled over from laughter as he grabs his knees for support. He makes eye contact as his laughter slowly dies out and he straightens up.

"You are right. If we are doing this, we should do it properly."

All of a sudden, he is serious again and that doesn't help with your nerves. At least, the atmosphere has undeniably lighten up.

"Right."

You gulp and hop off the bed, standing before him, with only a few meters separating the two of you. You grab the ends of the rope and pull, untying the robe. Suddenly, all of your previous confidence evaporates in thin air and you feel vulnerable again.

Asahi is watching you with pursed lips, his eyes following your every move. You haven't done anything similar to this before and especially not with Asahi! You have been close since the beginning of your friendship two years ago, but never like that!

Too late to back off now you remind yourself and with a deep breath you push the robe over your shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

Your face is burning up, but you don't stray your gaze from Asahi. He takes a sharp breath and you notice the light tremble in his hands before he closes them in tight fists. You stare at each other for about half a minute, his eyes taking in all of you while yours stay mostly focused on his face. Asahi's face has turned red and he gulps audibly before he looks down.

We should do it properly.

"How should I pose?"

You are surprised at yourself for sounding so calm and Asahi snaps his head towards you, He looks around him then at his canva and then back at you. He is certainly not as unbothered as you.

"Eh…"

He steps behind his canva and stares at it, lost in his thoughts. You wait till he snaps out of it before shyly making his way to you. His face is still red and his eyes are focusing everywhere but on you.

"Lay down so that your head faces the canva and your legs are close to the wall."

You do as he says, lying down on the bed from the side and bending your knees, as there isn't enough space for your legs in this angle. You throw your head back, at the edge of the mattress and look straight at the canva.

"Like that?"

"Uh, kind of, yes." Asahi seems hesitant as he inspects you, "Your knees are nice like that. Can you open them a bit more? And place your left hand at the edge of the bed next to your head?"

You move around, following his instructions and bite your lips as cold air hits your vagina. You can't deny that you feel overexposed; you never imagined you would pose like this, even if you claimed to be comfortable with your legs open. Asahi looks like the confident one now as he guides you and you submit to his requests.

"Uh, can I...?" Asahi cuts his question in half, but you understand what he wants from the way his hands reach towards your body.

"Don't worry. You can touch me."

You look into his eyes as you utter the words and try to keep your blush to a minimum.

"Change whatever you don't like."

Asahi nods after a moment and moves next to you. You watch him as he fixes the position of your hand and then grabs your chin, pushing it a bit higher. His touch is gentle and your eyes meet as he moves your head a bit.

You stare at each other and for a second it feels like there is more to the light touches and long stares. But, then Asahi turns his head away and leans forward to reach your legs.

And it is at that exact moment, when Asahi's lower body is close enough to your face and visible from the angle you are placed, that you notice it. That you notice the bulge in his cotton pants.

Asahi is hard.

Asahi is hard!

Asahi is hard because of you!

You gulp and take deep breaths, but it doesn't stop you from staring at his boner. You feel his hands spread your legs even wider and your pussy clenches around nothing. Your legs slip away from his hold and press together, in an attempt to hide your glistening folds from him. Asahi, thinking you moved out of sole instinct, grabs your knees and pulls your legs apart.

"N-No, wait-" your voice is hoarse, but you are too late.

Asahi's gaze locks with your cunt and he immediately notices the thick liquid oozing of it. His head whirls to face yours and you gape at each other, both of your chests heaving as you breathe hard.

He studies your face and his eyes widen when you glance at his hard on, realization hitting him. You slowly raise your head from the mattress while you mantain eye contact, hundred of thoughts swirling in your head. Now that it came to this, maybe it is finally time to be a bit bold!

You slide your hands over his and slowly, as if testing the waters, you guide them from your knees, towards your pussy. Asahi doesn't resist you, but maybe he is just too stunned to actually react. His eyes just follow your hands, lips pursed and Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows his own saliva. When you pass your mid-thigh though, he pulls slightly away, like he is unsure of what you are about to do.

And for a second you are worried that you took it too far, that you ruined your friendship -or whatever it was that you were having right now- and everything that came with it. But, when you look into his eyes, you see that they have dilated with nothing but lust. You recognize the flicker of worry that passes by them and you squeeze his hands in reassurance.

"I told you. You can touch me."

Asahi's eyes widen and he takes a sharp breath from the mouth. You give him a nod and a small smile and Asahi closes his gaping mouth, clenching his teeth.

That was all Asahi needed to hear.

His eyes are back on the lower part of your body and his hands glide all the way down to your pussy; long fingers catching your inner folds and parting them open. He turns to look at you as two of his fingers massage your pussy, gathering some of your fluids and smoothly move them on top of your clit.

Your mouth opens and a loud moan slips past your lips, as you feel his fingers circle your sensitive bud. The feeling is unreal; the fact that Asahi is the one touching you is unreal! You honestly can't believe this is really happening and it's not just another fantasy of yours, like all the others that you have had these past few months.

Suddenly, two slender fingers slip inside you and you immediately clench around them. His thumb stays on your clit as his fingers lazily fuck you. This time you can't help but throw your head back on the mattress, his hard-on coming into your view again.

In between your moans, you manage to raise your hand and palm him over his pants. The fabric is relatively thin and you can feel all of him under your palm. Asahi let's out a low groan and he curls his fingers inside you, his long digits hitting your walls, making you squirm.

Your hands fly to his belt and try to unbuckle it; a bit of a struggle with your face staring at his crotch upside down. You whine and Asahi actually chuckles. You stop and raise your eyes to look at him, only to find him smiling down at you with that stupid, closed-mouth grin of his.

You furrow your eyebrows in annoyance and tug him towards you by his still-intact-belt. Asahi stumbles forward and you place your lips over his clothed bulge, kissing it softly. His dick twitches against your lips and you grin, your hands lowering to grab his hips as you peck his length.

Asahi's fingers loose speed till they go completely numb inside of you as he stares at you, mind blank of logical thoughts. His left hand moves from your thighs to your neck and then at the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair, but not attempting to pull at it. Yet.

You give him a quick glance, lips curling into a smirk as you leave another kiss over his pants, this time an open mouth one. You can feel Asahi loose his footing for a second before he recovers and slightly massages your head with his thump. Your hands go back to his belt and this time you manage to unbuckle it, without separating your lips from his lower body.

With one swift move you pull his belt and drop it to the floor. Excitement arises inside you and you pull away to unbutton his cotton pants with ease. Your lips are back on him the moment his pants fall lower, revealing his underwear. There is a wet stain where Asahi's tip is located and you push your tongue against it, eyes locking with Asahi's as you tease him.

His eyebrow twitches but he doesn't give you the satisfaction of a grand reaction. Instead, the fingers between your folds start moving again; slowly sliding in and out of you.

You guess two can play this game and Asahi is not handing you the victory that easily.

Fine. If he wants to play, you will play with him.

You yank down his underwear and his dick springs free, hitting his lower belly. Having been friends with Asahi for a while now, you find it a bit weird to be looking at his erected dick while you lie on his bed in the nude. But, maybe weird is just the upside down angle that you are forced to stare at it from!

Asahi's fingers are still moving inside of you, but slower now as not to distract you from the decision up ahead. You strain your neck and tilt your head a bit in order to take a better look at his cock. You don't touch it though.

"You can touch me."

Asahi's voice is hoarse and it makes you look up at him. It's the first time he talked since you started getting handsy.

His cheeks are flushed, a rare sight on his pale skin, while he is gaping at you. His long, black hair is falling messily in front of his eyes and his glasses have fallen a bit lower on his nose as he hasn't bothered pushing them up.

Not breaking eye contact, you push yourself off your current position and stand on his bed with your knees. His hands fall limply by his sides and he doesn't reach out to you, waiting for your next move. You can see the curiosity in Asahi's eyes as you grab the sides of his glasses and put them back on the root of his nose.

You beam with pleasure and Asahi is left staring at you, before his eyes flicker to your lips. Your smile fades as you follow his gaze, lips parting open as you stare at his own mouth. He slightly leans forward, but he doesn't close the distance between you.

You are both still so nervous, it is ridiculous!

You tilt you head to the side and touch his lips with yours in a light peck. None of you move your lips; you just stay still, lips touching each other in a shy peck. You pull back and open your eyes. Asahi keeps his own closed for a bit more, savouring the kiss, before they flutter open.

You look at him and the only thought swirling in your mind is how soft his lips were and how much you want to kiss him again!

You wish he is thinking the same as your hands rise from your sides and you place them on his shoulder. Your touch is gentle, almost feather-light as if you are afraid that if you put more pressure you might scare him away. You tilt your head again and connect your lips with his as tenderly as the first time.

Asahi inhales in your kiss and his palms brush your sides before settling on your love handles. You break the kiss and look at him while mantaining your hold on his shoulders. His fingertips press a bit in your sides and he holds your gaze.

You bite your lip and lean to kiss him again, pushing harder against him. Asahi is taken by surprise and you take advantage of his open mouth to flick your tongue over his bottom lip. You pull back again and it is Asahi's time to surprise you by making the first move. The grip on your love handles tightens and he pulls you closer as he captures your lips.

You become breathless as the kiss becomes more and more heated. You don't expect Asahi to be the kind of guy that bites your lip to make you open your mouth wider for his tongue to slip inside, but today is full of surprises! You nails claw at his shoulder blades while he tugs you tighter against him, nipples pressed hard against his clothed chest.

His glasses slip lower again and when you feel them hit the bridge of your nose, you laugh. You move your face back and try to put them back to their place when he stops you.

"Wait!" he grabs them and places them aside on his nightstand, before turning back to you, "I don't want them to break."

You raise your eyebrows at him and giggle, "Are you afraid I will break them?" you say as you tug at his t-shirt for more emphasis.

"I don't want them getting in the way."

"What way?" you say breathless and tug at his t-shirt again.

You pull harder this time and Asahi tries to steady himself by putting one knee on the bed. But, his pants, that are still pooling on his ankles, make him stumble and fall forward. He manages to put his hands on the mattress and not fall entirely on top of you as you fall with him; hand still gripping his t-shirt.

You stare at each other, chests heaving as the position you find yourselves slowly dawns on you. A deep red blush spreads across Asahi's face and by the heat rising to your face, you are sure you aren't in a better situation.

You open your palm and let go of his blouse, placing your arm back on the bed for better balance. You don't break eye contact with Asahi as you are lifting yourself on your elbows under him, anticipating his reaction. His eyes seem to follow your every move and the atmosphere has changed again.

You wet your lips and you are pleased to see that the gesture has caught Asahi's attention. Slowly, you crawl backwards on the bed, turning towards the headboard and Asahi trails after you. He pushes off his slippers and lets his cotton pants fall to the floor before he gets on the bed, as to prevent another clumsy incident happening.

When your back hits the headboard you bite your lip and wait until Asahi is within reach. You are about to grab his t-shirt and bring his lips to yours when you notice his eyes taking in your form, from head to toe. And just like that, all the confidence inside of you evaporates, leaving you embarrassed again!

You snap your legs closed as his eyes wander between them and you take a sharp breath, "I-"

You don't get to finish your sentence as you rise to your knees, ready to jump off the bed. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe you shouldn't be doing this! You start doubting the situation and yourself again as your need of flee gets more prominent.

You want this, but why do you keep backing down?!

You have fucking wanted this for so long so why are you now-

Asahi's arms snake around your thighs the moment you attempt to get on your feet and force you back on your knees. You gasp and look down at him, holding you in place and staring at you with a blank look before he turns to look ahead of him. Straight to your pussy!

Your eyes widen and you press your thighs together, harder than before. Asahi looks up at you again and you feel mushy upon seeing his big, dark eyes and red cheeks.

"If you don't want to do this-"

Oh no.

"-then we can stop."

You shake your head. Oh no!

"You don't have to-"

"I want this!" it comes out of your mouth before you can filter it, but as you stare into his surprised expression that slowly turns to a happy one, you don't feel regret.

You realize he also wants this oh so bad and looking at the situation, it's obvious that it's the only thing on your minds right now. So, you stop yourself from hesitating any further and just… give in.

You take a deep breath and relax your shoulders. You slip your hand over his right one and close your fingers around it, steadily guiding it to your cunt. Asahi's gaze follows the movement of your hands before he locks eyes with you.

You think it's cute that he double checks you so many times as you press his palm against your core. Even subtle, you don't fail to notice the sharp inhale he takes the moment he feels your juices run on his hand, making you needier than before.

You seem to not be the only one that is done with hesitating, as Asahi dips his head towards your entrance, lips wrapping around your clit, giving it a soft kiss. You gasp and your whole body shudders from pleasure as one of Asahi's fingers slips past your folds and enters you.

"Asahi!" his name leaves your lips and instantly his eyes run to your face as he moves back to have a better look at you.

You slowly open your eyes and lower your head as you feel the absence of his lips on your clit. Your gaze meets his own as he keeps pumping his finger inside of you, curving it every time he is knuckles-deep inside of you.

Your mouth hangs open in a quiet moan and Asahi's pupils dilate as he slowly speeds up his movements. The change in pace make you take in a sharp breath and open your mouth wider as your hand flies to Asahi's hair, grabbing it for some kind of stability. He keeps his eyes on you even when he inserts a second finger in you and you pull hard at his hair.

You tug his hair back, exposing his neck as his mouth falls open and he pants in ecstacy. For a moment you look into each others eyes while Asahi's fingers keep moving in and out of you and the room is silent apart from your wet sounds.

That is before he slowly moves his head towards your pussy; his eyes still boring on you, your hand still tangled on his black locks. You watch as his mouth opens, tongue darting out, connecting with your clit and you moan his name again; loud and clear as the first time.

This time though, Asahi doesn't let your cry distract him. His free hand rises and grabs on your hip, yanking you closer to his mouth as he flicks your clit with his tongue. The two fingers that are thrusting in and out of your pussy suddenly stop, as he starts curving them inside you, pushing them as deep as he can.

Broken moans and whimpers of his name escape your lips as your grip on his hair tightens. Your thighs start to shake as he keeps hitting that sensitive spot with his fingers. You are sure you are going to cum any minute now and you shut your eyes as you try to concentrate on your release.

A small whine gets caught in the back of your throat as Asahi's mouth leaves your clit for a second time this afternoon, but it is quickly replaced by his thumb. You are not sure what he is trying to do but your mind clears of any thoughts the moment you feel his lips on yours.

You gasp surprised and open your eyes. The sight you find facing you is one you could only have dreamt about; Asahi's face is tinted in a light pink as his soft lips move against yours, his eyes fluttered shut and his eyelids casting long shadows on his upper cheeks. Your eyes remain open as you admire him for the first time up close. But as his hand on your hip raises to cup your cheek gently and his head dips to the side to deepen the kiss, you realize you can't keep your eyelids open any longer.

Your hands wrap around his neck, fingers tangling themselves into the locks at his nape and you drown all of your moans inside his mouth. Asahi can feel every vibration, move and sound you make as his fingers keep fucking you faster and faster till your thighs are trembling violently and your walls are tightening around him.

You are so close now. So close to finally cumming. When he suddenly brings his movements almost to a stop!

You choke on your own saliva at the change of pace as his fingers lazily move inside of you. You buckle your hips in an obvious attempt at stimulation, but Asahi doesn't pick up the speed. Instead he breaks the kiss, getting a good look at your displeased pout and furrowed eyebrows.

You whine and grab his hand in between your legs, trying to make it move when Asahi lowers himself on the bed. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulls you down along with him until he is sitting on the bed and you are hovering a few centimeters over him.

You stare at him wide eyed as he pulls you a bit closer. You look down and gasp when you realize he is guiding you so that you are hovering over his erected dick. You look back at him as you breath deeply; this is happening. This is happening!

He ever so slowly lowers you towards him and you shift your knees on either side of him as you move your body down. You halt when the tip of his dick touches your folds and you look at him, only to see his Adam's apple bob and his lips quiver. You don't break eye contact as you start moving again; his dick sliding into your vagina easily with how wet you are.

You sigh and throw your head back when his length is all the way inside of you. You bring your hands to his shoulders when you realize he is still wearing that damn t-shirt while you have been naked for all this time. You fist his t-shirt and tug at it, but Asahi doesn't seem to understand what you are trying to tell him.

"Asahi!" you whine as you tug at his clothing again and he chuckles as he realizes what you are expecting him to do.

You manage to pull his t-shirt over his head with a bit of help from him, but as you do so, you shift your weight as you straddle his hips. You choke a moan as you feel his dick shift inside you and you try to stay still as you toss his blouse across the room.

Asahi notices the way your face crinkles when your hips move forward and he caresses your cheek with his knuckles. You lean on his touch before his other hand finds your face and he cups it with both hands, bringing you closer for a soft kiss. He plants a second kiss to your lips and then a third as his hands leave your cheeks and move down your body, gently brushing your neck, your collarbones, the curve of your breasts, until they settle on your hips again.

You moan against Asahi's mouth as he roll your hips on his before he begins lifting your body up and down. Asahi isn't too big, but that doens't mean he isn't stretching you out nicely; his dick brushing against your walls as he fucks you gently. You take deep breaths from your mouth as you keep your hands on his shoulders, leaning on him for support.

With your eyes tighly shut, you don't notice the hand that heads to your clit until it's too late. You shriek and jump as you are taken by surprise, which results in you dropping on his dick more abruptly than before. Asahi groans loudly as his fingers rub your clit and more blood rushes to your face and neck.

You bring your hips up and sink on his lap roughly, causing another loud groan to leave his lips. Your face breaks into a sly grin as you stare at Asahi, with his head thrown slightly back, eyes closed firmly and mouth gaped before you repeat the vicious movement. When you replicate the movement for a third time, Asahi opens his eyes and stares into your own mischievous ones as you carry on with that pace.

You are both exhaling deeply as you continue fucking him faster and Asahi helps you not lose speed but grabbing your sides and applying more force. You pant harder by every passing minute, but you still refuse to break eye contact with each other. One of your hands speeds to your clit, finally putting some pressure on it after Asahi became busy with helping you at jumping on his dick.

You grimace as you circle your clit and discover it feels more sensitive than before. You press down Asahi's shoulder with your other hand, trying to keep stable and focus more on your clit; the rest of your movements becoming sloppy, letting Asahi take over. He guides you nicely as his gaze lowers to watch the way his dick goes in and out of your tight hole while your fingers stroke your sensitive bud.

"God…" you slightly open your eyes as your attention snaps back to Asahi who mutters more to himself, "...you are beautiful!"

At that, your eyes fully open and Asahi raises his gaze to look at you. Your whole face is burning up from embarrassment and you bite your lips in an attempt to keep your expressions under control. You are expecting Asahi to change the pace or the position you are into or even stop, but instead of doing any of that, he burries his face in the crook of your neck.

Your face is burning as Asahi trails sloppy, wet kisses on your neck; at some spots even pausing and biting your soft flesh. You gasp for air when in combination with the neck kisses, he slips his hands from your hips to your ass, grabbing the skin there and kneading it. You moan and rub your clit faster, as you feel your high coming closer and closer.

Asahi becomes aware of how your walls clasp around his dick and gives your butt cheeks a tight squeeze, triggering a mewl from you. His left hand glides over yours and starts rubbing at your clit vigorously, like a man desperate, while his right arm snakes around your waist. His grip is firm and he leans you a bit backwards as he uses only one arm to move you on his cock, his hips pounding onto yours.

You cry out loud and intertwine your fingers with his hair. Your mouth falls open and you close your eyes as you feel your walls tightening, that familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Asahi's mouth drops to your breasts, kissing the area around your nipples before giving them each a quick bite; pulling with his teeth the second nipple he gets in his mouth.

"Asahi!" you gasp his name as your muscles relax and a warm liquid flows out of your vagina.

You sigh and close your eyes and Asahi lets go of your nipple. He kisses it better and minimizes his movements, loosening up his hold on you and leaving you enough space to calm down from your high.

He pulls out and you glance down between your bodies, where his dick, still red and erected, is standing. You soothe your breathing and wet your lips; and keeping one hand at his nape, you reach down with your other hand, grabbing his shaft and pumping it.

You turn to stare at him as you jerk him off; watching how his expression changes every time you squeeze him a bit more or move slightly faster. It doesn't take long before Asahi's calm demeanor breaks and you feel a thick liquid run down your fingers.

His dick softens in your hand and you close the gap between your faces as you kiss him one more time. The kiss is short yet slow and as you separate you smile sleepishly at him. Asahi stares into your eyes as he moves back a lock of your hair with his fingers. You blush and look down, realizing that you are still sitting on his lap before you crawl back and sit on the bed instead, right in front of him.

Your knees are almost touching his and you fiddle with your fingers, staring at them like they are the most interesting thing in the world. Now that your sexual intercourse came to an end, it's like it finally downs on you what you actually just did with Asahi. What that actually means!

You bring your legs closer to you and bite your thumb nervously as you raise your eyes to meet his. But, to your surprise, Asahi is staring blankly at you like he just had a revelation before he raises his eyes to meet yours and smiles widely.

"That's it!" he exclaims happily and leans forward to give you a chaste kiss.

"Stay here!" he jumps out of the bed and grabs his underwear, hastily putting it on as he runs out of the room.

You stare dumbfounded as the door bangs closed after Asahi and you stay still like he told you to do. On the other side of the door, you can hear noises as well as Haruto's disgusted screech, probably the moment he encounted Asahi at some point in the corridor. You blink and the corners of your mouth tug slightly upwards as you try to stiffle a giggle.

Asahi runs back into the room, bringing a wet towel with him. He takes a seat next to you on the bed and bites his lip, hesitating before he motions to the towel.

"Can I...?"

You raise your eyebrows as his intentions sink in and you smile at him, "I thought that I made it clear that you can touch me."

Asahi blushes at your choice of words before he nods and starts wiping your thighs, cleaning them from any sticky liquids that are staining them. He tries to be as gentle as he can and when he finishes, he looks at you, dark bangs falling over his eyes.

You blush under his stare and he moves his hair out of his line of vision as he looks at you. He opens his mouth, takes a deep breath and closes it immediately after, like he has trouble finding the right words.

He shakes his head and turns to you again, "Will you… pose for me?"

You tilt your head to the side, a bit confused.

"I think I found a pose I like."

"Oh." is all you say, remebering why you came here in the first place.

"Of course!" you give him a toothy grin, "That's why I am here!"

Asahi chuckles and pushes his hair back as he looks the other way. None of you have fully recovered from what just happened between you and that is very much obvious.

He gets up and without putting on any more clothing, he moves to stand behind his canva, glancing at you from time to time as he rearranges his brushes. You smile at him every time your eyes meet and every time he averts his eyes to the floor shyly.

"Can you move to the center of the bed?" Asahi asks you as he points to the center with one of his brushes.

You nod and do as he said, settling in the center and waiting for further instructions. Your eyes meet Asahi's and you hold the gaze for a moment as you smile shyly at each other before Asahi focuses on sharpening his pencil and you look at your open palms on your lap.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea in the end you think as you raise your gaze again and meet Asahi's. He blushes and looks at the canva, pretending to be busy with figuring the arrangement of the painting before his gaze locks with yours inevitably.

And he smiles big. And you smile back. And you both avert your eyes.

[acaiasahi]

✶ genre: romantic comedy ; hamada asahi.

synopsis. his normal everyday routine is thrown out the window when he doesn't find you in your usual spot, the library.

info. fluff. hamada asahi x gn!reader. 1,379 words.

warnings. non!idol!college student asahi <3, anxiety, negative tendencies, not proofread, grammatical and structural errors, lowercase and smaller text intended :3

ah, mondays.

asahi walks through the campus, eyes drooping from the lack of sleep due to studying, which he most definitely did not procrastinate doing, thank you very much.

everyday, hamada asahi finds himself where he is now. his sneaker-clad feet knowing where to go by muscle memory as he watches the people flutter around him.

that one kid that's somehow always late to class and has to run, or how his professor sends a curt nod his way as they pass one another. or even the way he says hello to the librarian, asking her how the day's treating her. it's muscle memory at this point, and if he's being honest, he enjoys having it this way.

oh, and he most definitely enjoys silently passing the table you seem to always be studying at almost every day without fail. yes, you, the y/n l/n.

like asahi, you too were a music major, usually finding yourself seated next to the black-haired boy during class, completely oblivious to his totally discreet longing stares. yeah, not obvious at all!

he's not exactly sure when that happened, ya'know, the "i-most-definitely-have-a-crush-on-you-but-i'm-not-gonna-let-you-know-because-i'm-scared-of-rejection" thing. it's just something about you that tells asahi you're someone special.

like clockwork, he returns yet another nod to his professor as he walks through the bustling hallways of the campus. practically skipping up the concrete stairs, he greets the librarian once inside.

"how's your day been, ms. lee?" he asks, soft smiling never leaving his lips. she smiles back at the young boy, his kindness radiating off of him. "it's been good, mr. hamada. how's yours?" she returns the question, awaiting his answer.

all he does is shrug, eyes falling to the ground, "just tired is all, but good. thanks for asking!" he answers truthfully, eyes scanning around the room in search of you.

attempting to bid his goodbyes to the elder, she cuts him off before he could wander off. "oh! before i forget, y/n isn't here today," she tells him, giving the boy a knowing look.

a soft rose color dusts it's way onto his cheeks, an awkward smile replacing the once genuine one. "w-why should i know that?" he asks, his eyes looking everywhere else but hers. all she can do is chuckle before sighing, "don't lie to me, hamada, i see everything," she jokes while tapping her pointer finger onto her temple.

something about her soft motherly tone causes asahi to let his guard down, allowing a big weight to fall off his shoulders.

"they actually told me they were going to the music room, i doubt they left yet. maybe check there?" she quickly tells him, soft smile never leaving her face. he nods quickly, "thank you, ms. lee!" asahi shouts out before he's shushed by her and a handful of other students.

he cringes inwardly, laughing at his lack of awareness for those around him. "sorry!" he whispers, blush returning to his face. "let me walk you out," ms. lee says softly.

back on the concrete steps, he feels a soft pat on his back, which catches his attention. "tell them how you feel, you never know." she shrugs, shooing him away.

asahi's not sure where this longing to see you and confess came from. maybe it was because of ms. lee's words, or the fact that you aren't where you're usually at. it seems like his brain fries at the fact that this slight difference completely alters his day and mood. it's almost like seeing you is the highlight of his, otherwise monotonous day.

he takes quick strides to the music room, his body going crazy as his feet try to tell him that he's going the wrong way. it almost feels wrong, he should be sat a couple seats away from you and fake studying while taking not-so-slick glimpses at your hunched form, but regardless, he pushes through.

it seems as if the halls have calmed down now, the noise of chatter and nature filling the warm spring air. asahi takes a second to breathe it all in, literally and figuratively.

he closes his eyes, breathing in and out, his hands shaking as he stalks over to the classroom door.

what am i doing? am i really confessing? what if they think i'm weird for following them around? what if they don't like me?

these hazardous thoughts continue to float around asahi's head, his hand never wavering from it's place as it hovers over the door handle. without even making up his mind on what the hell he's even doing, he musters up the courage to open the door.

he opens it quietly, almost as if the door's made of glass as he pops his head inside. low and behold, there you sit, your back's away from the door, your headphones in as you tap your foot along with the whatever beat is playing.

asahi smiles at this, watching you seems to calm him down while simultaneously making his heart beat out of his chest. he opens the door fully, slipping in the quiet classroom like a mouse.

without thinking, which seems to be a reoccurring event for asahi today, he walks up behind you. he once again hovers his hand, unsure whether to tap your shoulder. he ultimately decides to mutter a soft "hello".

his face flushes a soft peach color as he realizes that you didn't hear him so he taps your shoulder causing you to jolt at the sudden movement.

whipping your head toward the person behind the disturbance, your furrowed brows unknot themselves when you lay your eyes upon him.

"oh, hey asahi!" you say enthusiastically, taking your headphones out and placing them on your lap. he points to the seat next to you, silently asking if he can sit. you nod in approval, shy smile plastered on both of your faces.

you both watch one another, a comfortable silence taking over, as eyes graze over the other's features. blushing under his heavy gaze, you sharply inhale before turning away and avoiding eye contact.

"what's up?" you asked. your question pulling asahi back to reality as he looks in your eyes again, trying his best to piece his words together.

he lets out a short, awkward cough before clearing his throat. "well, okay, so it wasn't technically my idea to tell you, not that i didn't want to, i just didn't know how b-but here i am now!" he stumbles over his words.

your lips seal into a pout as you try your best to understanding what he was saying. "i-i'm sorry, i'm not sure what you're talking about." you respond, head tilting in confusion.

"oh, right... i need to elaborate," he thinks out loud before mentally cursing at himself. "y/n, i l-like you. a lot, and i've been meaning to tell you because i thought today was like any other day, but being completely honest not seeing you in the library made me upset," he keeps eye contact with you, watching as your cheeks turn pink.

"yo-you're just someone i really want to get to know and i'd love to take you out on a date sometime. only if you want to though!" he finishes off, eyes leaving yours as they land on the fidgeting hands laying in his lap.

as you try your best to hide your widening smile, you let out a laugh at his cute state. asahi takes this as rejection and nods before attempting to get up from his seat.

although hesitant, you reach for his hand before pulling him back down to leave a soft peck to his cheek. "i thought you'd never ask, asahi!" you say brightly. he looks up and eyes you in confusion. "w-wait, really?" he whispers in disbelief.

you sweetly nod at him, squeezing his hand in reassurance. "quick question though, what do you mean by 'technically not your idea'?" you ask, brows quirked up as you await his answer.

"actually, ms. lee, she told me to tell you how i felt." he answers truthfully. you gasp, placing a hand on your mouth. "really? ms. lee? like the ms. lee?" you ask, he nods before laughing at your bamboozled face.

"i can't wait to tell her all of this!" you say with a giggle.

"oh gosh, please no!"

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[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. kinda hate how this one came out and i also wrote this high as hell so lol no wonder it's lowkey goofy ahhh writing LMAOOOO hope u like it tho??? attempted to write after losing what i wrote earlier today LMDKALDKD

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the playlist

Characters: Asahi Hamada (Treasure) x Y/N (Reader)

Genre: Strangers AU | Narration + SocMed (to be updated)

Trigger/Content Warning: None

Word count: 2.5k

Summary:

"So this is where we end?”

“This is where we end.”

Inspiration: Begin Again | Movie

A/N: I’d really appreciate if you’ll take time to listen to the songs. Thank you. Happy reading. :))

Asahi’s POV

He’s an artist for god’s sake. A goddamn artist who doesn’t have a place on this world apparently. Asahi was sitting down on one of the benches in the park. Mad at his employers. Mad at the world. Mad for himself. Mad at himself. He can’t even let go of his ego for once. Now he is jobless like what everybody thinks of someone like himself. With a bag and the camera he always carries, he decided he needed something to calm him down. It looks like it’s a bout to rain also. Does the bars around in this city sell alcohol in the middle of a day, he wondered.

The place was full packed, surprisingly for a bar located in a secluded area. But the rain was already pouring hard so he had no choice but to enter and find his place inside it.

“Can I have a glass of beer?” The bartender nodded at him while he patiently waited for it.

The faint sound of guitar strumming caught his attention, bringing his eyes on the small stage set up on the corner of the bar. His eyes landed on you, a single lighting on you giving him a chance to see you even from the back of the bar where he is.

“Here is your beer,” the bartender announced. He thanked him and paid already for the beer. He downed it in one go before going somewhere where he can see you better. He doesn’t mind standing for a few minutes. He just had to see you.

The people around doesn’t pay any attention to you, busy on their own business to even notice how captivating your voice is or how the lyrics to the song you are singing is absolutely heartbreaking. He can’t help but to stare at you, you obviously know no one is listening to you but you kept on singing anyway. He took out his camera, immediately pointing it towards you. Everything is perfect on his viewfinder. He looked at you once more before clicking the shutter.

“It’s a song I’ve written… Thank you,” you awkwardly said before going down the platform. A smile made its way to his lips. You are also an artist, a goddamn good one. Someone at the side of the stage clapped loudly first then few people followed him. He gives you a hug before getting on the stage himself.

“That’s my friend right there. I’ll surely miss you, Y/N,” he said in the mic, looking at you, giving you once more a round of applause before he performs. You wave at your friend with a smile before you get your things on one of the seats. Y/N’s POV Thankfully, the rain stopped pouring but the pavement are still wet. You carefully walk while you are going through the playlist on your phone, “Wait,” a voice called out. Finding the song you’ve been looking for, you put your earphones, not knowing someone calling out for you.

Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/6jGnykaS6TkWp15utXSAeI?si=0370c6a1fc074838

You started humming, looking at your wrist watch.

“Wait!” A voice called out again, louder this time.

You are about to looked back when someone popped out beside you making you stopped walking. Flustered, you looked at the man in front of you.

Is he a threat? Drunk? Does he need help?

You pulled your earphones out and waited for the man to talk again. “I’m sorry but you didn’t say the title of your song.” Someone listened to you?, you smile at the thought, “It doesn’t have a title.”

“Ohhh…”

He avoided your eye contact. You can see how he was struggling to continue or to end the conversation. You laugh when he made an innocent reaction. He looked at you when he heard you laughing at him, “Oh no. I’m not laughing at you. I’m just surprised someone actually listened to me singing and not getting their ass drunk in the middle of a day. Though they can absolutely do that. Not that I’m judging them. Wait. I’m rambling nonsense already.”

You paused before sighing because of how embarrassed you are. Heart pounding, wishing that the man in front of you doesn’t think you are weird. “I’m not weird,” you blurted out making things more worse.

He gave you a smile, like reassuring you he doesn’t think of you like that, “I’m not weird either.” “Good.” “Great.” You both nodded at each other.

“Can I ask is there a way I can listen to it?” Is there a way he can listen to it? You thought for a second before nodding at him. “Cool. Is it on Soundcloud or Spotify?”

The first person to ask you about your song. Maybe it’s not a bad idea to tag him along on your little adventure. Either if he is a good guy or a bad guy, you’ll be safe anyway.

“No.” His excitement died down when you answered him. “But I can give you a copy of it. Not for free though.” He immediately search his bag for his wallet when you stopped him, holding his wrist. “Not that kind of payment. What do you think about going on a little adventure?” You waited for him to think about it. “Well not really an adventure. Just walking around this city. You know, trying food, going to famous tourist spots and whatnot.” Sighing, “So?”

“For the copy of your song?” he paused, before a smile broke into his lips, “I’m in.” “I’m Asa-“ handing his hand out for a shake when you stopped him, “Can we not give each other’s name?” you asked him. A strange request he thought but he agreed with you anyway.

You walked silently, waiting him to follow your cue, he followed you shortly after.

“Do you have your earphones with you?” He pulled out a headphone out from his bag. You nodded, searching the audio splitter on your bag too. Silently putting his headphone and your earphone on the audio splitter before inserting it on your phone. You waited for him to put his headphone before pressing the song play.

Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/6LLUiWmVoiPm27QNzBNc3j?si=07f9353c83934e64

He smiles before removing one of the headphone in his ear, “Begin Again?”. You did the same with your earphones before nodding at him. “That explains the audio splitter,” he said.

“You can tell a lot about a person by what’s on their playlist,” you recited your favorite quotes from the movie. “Let’s know each other by our song choices. What do you think?”

“I’m afraid cause you’re a singer.” “Don’t because I’m not a singer. I just sing.”

Asahi’s POV And you sing beautifully, he wanted to add.

You’ll know someone based on the songs they listened to but for him, the film someone loves can tell you their struggles in life. He thought if you also relate to the characters in the movie Begin Again. Are you also someone who is going through a break-up? Or someone who lost their job like him?

Sharing his playlist to someone is something he doesn’t think he’ll do but he found himself thinking about the songs he wanted to share with you.

Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/05wIrZSwuaVWhcv5FfqeH0?si=2c9d90b675b74f24

Y/N’s POV

“Really?” you said to him when you heard the familiar drumbeat while he handed you back your phone. You pointed with your whole hand the sidewalk you both were walking in, it’s still wet then the sky that is still cloudy. But none of that matter to him as he can’t help but move his shoulders to the beat of the drums.

You closed your eyes with your hand when he started dancing in the middle of the street. You looked at him again this time moving your hand in your open mouth, surprised that other people are watching you two now.

“C’mon,” he said making you looked back at him, he has this cheeky smile. You swayed lightly, giving in. The people passing by giving you weird looks now. You stopped and watched him for a second before you hold his wrist and pulling him towards an ice cream parlor. Saving both of you from further embarrassment. You two are not weird. Both of you are crazy for dancing in the middle of a sidewalk.

The empty ice cream parlor was filled with the sound of laughter.

“I can’t believe I did that,” you admitted to him, “But really ‘Walking on Sunshine’? I saw you downing a glass of beer on one shot earlier.”

Is it okay to ask him? But you didn’t ask him directly.

He smiles, “I just wanted to know if you’ll also join me in my craziness.”

“I got you,” assuring him, “What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”

“Grapes.”

“I’m sorry. What again?” “Grapes.” You expected rocky road or maybe even mint chocolate but not grapes. Luckily, this ice cream parlor had every flavor. You simply got a cookies and cream flavor. You handed him the cup of his ice cream.

He just continues to surprise you the more you spend your time with him.

“It’s my turn now right?” grinning at him. Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/2LMkwUfqC6S6s6qDVlEuzV?si=ea6112d184e34e59

“Are you okay?” He stopped eating his ice cream putting the whole cup on the table, looking at you with knitted eyebrows. Chuckling at him, before doing the same, “I-“ Is there an easy way to say what you are about to say? “It’s too late for me,” you smiled at him before looking down at your melting ice cream cup. Your smile fading away the more you talk, “He love someone else now. Maybe in another universe, we’ll have our happy ending.”

You waited for his response and when did not utter a single word, “And that’s White Ferrari for you,” you joked at him making him laugh. “Your turn.” Asahi’s POV Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/5cii8kYu4Ti6UigNiRCpCw?si=4b5092c81de04f66

“Jonathan Larson?” you excitedly asked him while he open the door for you while exiting the ice cream parlor. “How can you know it’s time to let go?”

“Of your dreams?” He nodded. “You need to decide. Are you letting yourself be led by fear or by love?” You recited one of his favorite lines in the movie trailer of tick, tick… BOOM!.

“Fear. Absolutely fear,” he answered like how the main character answered it. You laugh at him, “Kidding aside, I got fired. Because it is not only my dreams I can’t let go but also my pride in my works. They just… don’t see my vision,” he ranted at you, aware that you are listening to him attentively.

“Am I killing the mood?” “I saw you taking my picture earlier with a film camera.” “Oh... I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. I know you have a great vision,” you said with a straight face that he got flustered. Asahi doesn’t know if you are joking or not. “I’m joking.” What you said got his heart beating faster, he’s sure all the blood rushed to his face now. He can feel his cheeks are getting hotter including his ears. “I just wanted to ask for a copy of it but I know it’ll take a long time to process the film.” “I’ll give you a copy.” “Really?” “You are giving me a copy of your song so it’s only fair.” You grin from ear to ear, “How about take pictures of our little adventure? If I have new songs, I’ll make sure you’ll hear it,” You suggested, giving him another deal he cannot refuse. “I’m in.”

Y/N’s POV Satisfied with his answer, you excitedly searched for the song you wanted him to hear, putting it on queue.

Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/6uubvaXbqj0do75wZFrecY?si=8937167491bb416a

“This is gonna be our little secret,” you whispered to him. You wanted him to listen to this song, know that there’s no need to rush. There’s no need to let go. We’ll be lost but we’ll also be found.

“Give me your camera,” without hesitation he gave you his camera, you pushed him gently in front of you, “I’ll take a picture of you.” He stopped and looked at you, “This feels awkward. I’m always behind the camera.” While you back away from him, making sure to get the picturesque background. “You look fine. Just pose,” looking at him at the viewfinder. More than fine if you’ll be honest to yourself. You enjoyed taking his pictures and you know he’s also taking pictures of you. You believe most of them are candid because he never asked you to pose or to stand in front of something unlike what you did with him. You wondered how the pictures would turn out.

Asahi’s POV He looked up at the sky, some stars are now visible. The sky is clear now unlike the weather earlier that day. As the day turned into night, Asahi felt that the time is running out. Movies and songs are not enough to know you. He can’t do anything because he agreed with you earlier, no asking of personal details. “Hey. Is ramen okay with you?” you asked him exiting the ramen restaurant in the alley. Asahi nodded, he got hungry when you both smelled the ramen upon passing the alley. “Come inside,” pulling him.

“It’s your turn now,” giving him your phone. Instead of what song he wanted to share with you, he picked the song that conveyed what he’s feeling right now, adding it to the queue.

Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/6bFsQ6yOp3z5mGNkhWP0P1?si=a4da3bd3bd8e4308

You smile to yourself and began to ask him what he wants, ordering it including for yours. You did not say anything this time. Just looking outside the glass window of the ramen restaurant. Entertaining yourself with the cat passing by, he searched for his camera immediately. Asahi just need to capture the serene moment. When you heard the click of his camera, you turned your back and watched him with his camera before you smiled at directly at camera. The first time you looked at him, taking a picture of you. “At least I have one picture, looking at the camera.” He got embarrassed that you knew he’s only taking candid photos of you. Thankfully, the ramen arrived saving him from answering you.

“Thank you for the food,” you said and he copied you. Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/3Un9IKqqC6LEqjwKsFWrqx?si=f7161f6556834970

When Asahi heard the song, he knew you answered him already so he did what he just can. He’s making the left time worth every second as you also did. Telling each stories, sharing interests, doing some hidden talents, anything that would make the day worth it until it’s time to say goodbye. Y/N’s POV In front of the closing ramen restaurant, you pulled out the cord of his headset on your audio splitter before you also wrapped your earphone to your phone, putting everything inside your bag. The stranger whom you’ve known for the day, had his camera and bag hanging on his shoulders. Both of you are looking at each other. Will you ever forget his face? You stared at him shamelessly this time, memorizing his face as you can.

“Before I even forgot,” you said, rummaging your bag for a cd that have your song on it, “This is what I promised.” Handing him the cd on a case that have nothing but a phrase you’ve written on it.

He’s an art only to touched with my eyes. He get it and read what you’ve written silently. He knows the cd is not really for him, looking back at you.

“So this is where we end?”

“This is where end.”

Copyright © 2022 xonepeacelovex All rights reserved.

[jenohi]

stranger

PAIRING ▸ Watanabe Haruto x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ pining, high school au, lacrosse au, I’m not really sure what genre this is lol

WARNINGS ▸ traumatic events?

SUMMARY ▸ When Haruto moves halfway around the world the last person he expects to see is you. His former nemesis...or so he thinks.

PLAYLIST ▸ Still Don’t Know My Name by Labyrinth

WORD COUNT ▸ 9626

UNIVERSE ▸ YG High; Treasure Lacrosse Team

A/N ▸ I’ve decided from here on out all my stories will probably fall within the same universe. I only really have like 4 universes in mind so I’ll label them just so you know. Also, I’m looking to add some art to my stories to bring them more to life but I am useless at graphics/edits, so! If you’re really into making graphics/edits and you enjoy my work please please PLEASE reach out to me!!! I would love to work with an amazing artist! <3 <3 Plz enjoy.

A/N 2 ▸ This story is like a lot of crossover with Jeongwoo’s story but I hope I was able to bring justice to Haruto’s character and bring his story to life. :P ok now enjoy for real realz.

You were the prettiest girl Haruto had ever known in his life. But to him, you were also his rival. You always managed to score just a few points higher than him on each exam, each quiz, each assignment. To him it always felt like the teachers liked you more, so he made sure your classmates liked him more. The thing that made him really mad was that you were so unbothered. You were ambivalent to him and you didn’t even know his name. If you really were strangers and never sat in the same class he could understand. But you had been in the same classes for years. Each time you spoke to him, you politely asked for his name. As if you were strangers.

When his parents told him that his family was going to move to another city, far enough that he would have to transfer schools, he had mixed feelings. This was his last chance to confront you. To understand why you’d never bothered to remember his name, but each time he approached you he found you furiously scribbling in a notebook. Although he resented you for not knowing his name, he could never get himself to disturb you when you looked so stressed scribbling whatever it was in your notebook.

What Haruto didn’t know is that you did notice him. You noticed the handsome, tall, skinny boy that was always in the corner of your line of sight. But you had no idea what to say to him. So you never approached him. He was a stranger.

Haruto wished he could forget you. He was a bit uncomfortable transferring to a new school at first but thankfully, three other boys had transferred with him. Asahi, Mashiho, and Yoshi had become literal brothers to him. The school also had a transfer students program and he made a new friend, Hanbyul. She was a chatterbox and sometimes she could literally chat his ear off, but she was also sweet and helpful. But she wasn’t you.

But that didn’t matter because Hanbyul had another guy on her mind all the time anyway. “You know we’ve just been friends for such a long time and lately, I’ve started to...I don’t know. I feel different. Nervous. Is it normal to feel nervous around your best friend?”

“I don’t know. Is it?” Haruto responded.

“No, I suppose it isn’t. But he probably doesn’t feel the same way. I doubt he’s ever even thought about me in that way.”

Haruto felt someone nudge him, he turned to see that it was Asahi. Haruto leaned over to hear what he was going to say. “Is she talking about Jaehyuk’s brother?”

Haruto nodded.

“Jaehyuk talks about his little brother and this chick all the time. She’s so off the mark. The little brother definitely has feelings for her if Jaehyuk is anywhere near the mark.” So both parties had feelings for one another but both parties were too chicken to say anything to each other. And for no good reason.

In a way that reminded Haruto of himself and it pissed him off. He knew that spending so much time with his new friend would raise suspicions but he didn’t care. He knew that spending so much time with her pissed Jeongwoo off. It didn’t take a genius to recognize it when they went to the Big Bang Concert together.

Haruto thought he was going crazy when he spotted you a few spaces over at the concert. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times to make sure it was really you. Haruto stormed over to you once he decided that it was in fact you. He had spent months thinking about what to say to you if he ever saw you again, he wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. Haruto didn’t even think to tell his new friends where he had gone.

You saw a tall, handsome figure approaching your direction. You took a second to check him out, but then turned back to the performers and continued to enjoy yourself. Your parents were reluctant to let you go out to this concert on your own but it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience that you wanted so badly. You smiled sadly at what might happen when you woke up tomorrow.

“I didn’t know you were a fan of Big Bang.” You heard a voice from behind speak into your ear. You jumped in surprise and turned around to see that it was the handsome stranger you saw sauntering your way earlier.

“Hi, what’s your name?” You asked with a polite smile on your face. This is probably exactly what your parents were worried about, creepy men that would try to approach you. You started to think about the best way to remove yourself from the situation safely. The now unamused expression on his face alarmed you.

“When are you gonna cut the shit. You know who I am.”

You looked at him puzzled. “I do? How? From where?”

Haruto felt something in his chest crack. “I used to go to school with you. You’re Y/N right?”

“Oh, yeah. That’s me.” You furiously racked your mind trying to remember what you had read but your memory came up blank. You couldn’t help but cringe and turn away. This is why you tried your best to keep to yourself and away from people. You looked up to see Haruto staring down at you with a curious expression. “I’m sorry I don’t remember you. You said you used to go to school with me? You don’t go to school with me anymore? Can I get your name again? I’m really sorry. I’ll try and remember.”

“My name is Haruto. I don’t go to school with you anymore. I transferred to a new school a few months ago.”

“Oh, I see.”

Haruto wasn’t sure how to feel when he realized you actually had zero recollection of him. For some reason seeing you up close and seeing you really trying to remember him made him feel a bit sympathetic. He couldn’t understand why. It still totally irked him that you didn’t know his name. But something told him to sit down with you and get to know you.

“Well, do you like your new school?” You asked, looking up at Haruto. Your heart was beating hard and fast. You prayed that your face wasn’t flushing.

“Why don’t we just enjoy the rest of the concert for now and we can grab a late night meal after the concert?” Haruto proposed. His own palms were sweaty and his heart was beating fast.

You thought about it for a second, then nodded and smiled. Haruto felt like the world had a glittery filter for a second. He’d always acknowledged that you were attractive, but up close smiling at him, you were drop dead gorgeous.

“Awesome.”

After the concert, the two of you walked side by side as you left the crowded venue. You noticed Haruto took a second to text someone on his phone. He caught you snooping and laughed as you turned away. “It’s fine. I was just letting the friends I came with know that I was gonna head out with you.”

“Oh, if you need to get back with them it’s fine.” You said, maybe hanging out with Haruto was a bad idea after all.

“Not a chance, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you. I’m honestly curious to know how you are and how things are back home.”

Your face flushed at his words. You couldn’t remember the last time you had spent time with a guy like this. Was this a date?

“Alright. Then what are you in the mood for?” You asked, pulling up a list of restaurants that were still open at this hour.

“What’s available now? What are you in the mood for right now?” Haruto looked over your shoulder at the menu as he asked.

“Um, what about McDonald’s? I’m not that picky and there’s not that much open right now.” you said.

Haruto stared at you with wide eyes, were you always this cool? So the two of you made your way to the closest McDonald’s and debated which was better, Coke or Sprite. To Haruto, Coca-Cola was non-negotiable.

“How is your new school?” You asked Haruto, munching on a few of your fries. “Do you like it?”

“What are you doing here?” Haruto interjected.

“What do you mean?”

“We’re not in Japan. This is far from home. Why are you in America?”

“Oh, I’m uh- I’m visiting family. I’ve actually transferred to a school around here for the time-being as well.” You jumped in surprise when Haruto shrieked.

“You’re here now? Like for good? Like you go to school here? Where?”

You giggled at the questions he rained down on you. The way he asked you with his cheeks full and eyes wide was rather endearing. “Yes I’m here now. I’m actually, uh, home schooled for the time being.”

“Oh, interesting. Why are you homeschooled? I remember you were always really good at school.” Haruto said before he shoved another chicken nugget into his mouth. The irritating thought that you were always better than him at school, just by a little popped up in his mind but he pushed it away. That didn’t matter anymore. He had your attention now.

You felt your face flush. Even with your condition it was true that you maintained your good grades. So Haruto must have actually known you back in Japan. You eyed him again, when he caught you staring at him you turned away. Haruto smirked.

“Enough about me. Tell me about your friends. You said you came with friends from your new school right?”

“Well I’d say one of them is actually who I’d consider a friend. The other one is a mutual friend. A childhood friend that has feelings for her.”

“Her?” it slipped out of your mouth. Haruto’s smirk reappeared and his eyebrow jumped up when he looked at you. You looked away, what was this funny feeling in your chest? It was weird.

“Our school had this transfer student program and she just happened to be assigned to me. She’s really cool, I’m not into her like that and she’s not really into me like that. She likes her friend.”

“How do you know?”

“She told me.”

“Oh. That feels like something important. Like a secret.”

“Well, I told her a secret as well.”

You stared at him. He didn’t indulge in the secret. Haruto was wholly focused on sipping the last of his Coca-Cola before putting it down on the table and letting out a sigh.

“Well so what’s going on with them now?” You asked.

“Hopefully, they both pull their heads out of their asses tonight. I gave them time alone so the best case scenario is that they just talk it out. The dude, Jeongwoo, I actually met him for the first time tonight and he’s a cool dude. It would be nice to have more dude friends around here.”

“You don’t have any guy friends?”

“I do. There are 3 other transfer students from Japan and they’re all dudes and I’m friends with them. Actually, Americans like to play this sport. Lacrosse? My friend told me to try out for the team and I think I might. Mashi, Asahi, and Yoshi agreed to try-out as well so it’ll be fun.”

You nodded, you had no idea what lacrosse was and you didn’t think you would be that interested to learn either. “I should get home.”

“Right of course.” Haruto said, getting up. “Where are you headed? Let me call you an Uber.”

“No, it’s okay. I can actually walk back home from here.”

“Oh really? Well, at least let me walk you back.”

You hesitated for a second. Would it be smart to show this guy where you lived? But then you shook it off, he seemed pretty harmless throughout the night and you trusted that he knew you from school in Japan. So you agreed.

“Do you have to be home-schooled?” Haruto asked.

“No, I don’t think so.” you answered.

“Would you be interested in attending school in person again?” Haruto could feel the devil on his shoulder kicking him. What was he doing? He had already gone to school with you before and the fact that you always did just a smidge better than him drove him nuts.

“Um, I haven’t really thought about it. Why?”

“You should consider transferring to my school?”

Your eyebrows shot up. “What?”

Haruto stepped back a bit and raised his hands. “It was just a suggestion. Honestly, I struggled a bit when I first came here. I can’t imagine how lonely it must be to be here and just be home-schooled so I figured it might be nice to have some sense of community.”

“Um, I’ll think about it.” You weren’t going to think about it. You looked up and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw the familiar apartment complex. “This is me. You don’t have to walk in with me. I’m gonna go now.”

“Wait.” Haruto said. You turned around to look at him, a thin smile on your face. “I, uh, I had fun.”

“Yeah, this was nice.” You said truthfully.

“We should do it again sometime.” Haruto said. You stared at him, he looked perfectly composed to you. But his heart was practically beating so hard he thought it might fall out of his chest.

“Honestly, I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

Haruto felt a heat and anger flare up in his chest. But he did his best to tamp it down and get it under control. This was literally the first time you had acknowledged his presence. He put a smile on his face. “Well, then maybe we’ll just run into each other again sometime.”

“Maybe, it’s all up to fate now. Good night Haruto.”

“Good night Y/N.”

The second you made it back into your room you pulled out your diary. You scribbled the notes you had logged into your phone throughout the day as quickly as possible. Briefly reliving each moment as you wrote them down. By the time you had gotten to the end of the list and began to recount the concert you could feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier and your hands writing more and more frantically until suddenly, you crashed.

The next morning you woke up and read your notes. You squinted at the last thing you had written. Your handwriting became illegible near the end. ‘Haruto?’

The next morning Haruto woke up and smiled at the memory of you. Asahi and Mashiho eyed their roommate as he pranced around the living room and kitchen smiling and singing. But nothing could bring Haruto down. Well until he saw his friend looking depressed as hell.

“Dude what’s up?” Haruto asked. “Did you and Jeongwoo figure your shit out?”

“Uh, about that. Well, no.”

“No? What do you mean no?”

“Well what about you? Did you run into her?”

“Nuh uh, this isn’t about me. You literally had the perfect opportunity to make something of it. To make a moment! Did you guys have a moment?”

“Yes, I think we did. But I got scared. I don’t want to lose Jeongwoo as a friend, but at the same time I don’t think he has any feelings for me like that. I just, I think I need space. Maybe if I just distance myself from him a bit then I can get over my feelings and…”

“No offense, but that’s the stupidest thing I think I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“Well I don’t care if you think it’s stupid. This is my decision and my decision is that I don’t want to see Jeongwoo for awhile. Ok? I’m not ready for the conversation. So you better get used to seeing me more often!”

Haruto sighed as he watched his friend storm out of the room. He turned around and exchanged looks with Asahi. “Did I say something wrong?”

Asahi shrugged. “Honestly, I think you’re valid. I think her logic in avoiding Jeongwoo is pretty dumb. The dude’s in my gym class. Honestly, he’s chill. I don’t think he’d react badly to her if she confesses regardless of how he feels.”

“I should probably find her and apologize anyway.” Haruto said, exiting the room. Eventually he found his friend and they sat together in the cafeteria.

“Sorry about what I said earlier. I’ll admit it was kind of harsh. But honestly I can’t say I understand your logic at all.”

“It’s fine Haruto. You seemed extra happy when you walked in this morning. Who was the friend that you saw at the concert?”

“It was her. Y/N.”

“No way! Isn’t she in Japan?”

“That’s what I thought too. I was so shocked to see her.”

“What did you say to her? What did you guys talk about? Did she recognize you?”

“That’s the thing. The best part of it all was that I actually had her attention. You remember I told you about how she never acknowledged anybody right? She was always reading her notebook in the hallway. In the past when I spoke to her she never even knew my name! She had to ask me every single time. But this time, there’s no way she wouldn’t remember me!”

“Your relationship is weird. But I guess that’s sweet. What does she write about in her notebook?”

“I don’t know. Why does it matter? She knows my name now!”

“That’s another thing. You went to school together for years and she never remembered your name? Why?”

“I don’t know.” Haruto said. Now he was grouchy. All the questions that had been brought up to him were valid, but these weren’t things he wanted to think about.

A few weeks before the lacrosse tryouts in the spring Haruto went to the hospital to get a physical done.

Once he was done he stumbled into a small cafe right next to the hospital. When he saw who was manning the cash register he rubbed his eyes and looked away and looked back a few times to make sure he wasn’t being deluded. When he was confident that he wasn’t going crazy he stood up and walked over to the register.

You saw a tall, handsome, and skinny guy walk up to the cash register. You cleared your throat and stood up straight. “Hello, what can I get you?”

“Y/N! It’s fate. We ran into each other again!”

“Again?” You put a smile on your face and thought of a response. “Hey, it’s so good to see you! How have you been? What’ll you have?”

“Do you...remember my name?”

You felt your heart picking up speed and your palms beginning to sweat. But you kept your composure. “Of course, let me take your order and we can chat for a second.”

Haruto beamed. “Okay, then I’ll just have an Iced Americano.”

“Okay, that’ll be $3.30. The ice machine is in the back so I’ll be right out in a second. You rushed to the back of the cafe and pulled out your diary and flipped through the pages, reading the entries as quickly as possible. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed a torn piece of paper that had slipped out of your bag. You picked it up, it matched the paper in your diary. You flipped it over to see that it had a name written on it. Haruto.

Was that this guy’s name? Who was he to you? Darn it, why hadn’t you written more?

You quickly filled the cup with ice and walked out filling the cup with cold brew. You grabbed the marker and scribbled Haruto on it. You walked back over to the cash register. This guy’s eyes were practically glittering in anticipation. Was it normal for someone to get this excited over a coffee?

“I’ve got one iced americano for Haruto?” you said.

If his eyes were glittering before, they were practically flashing light strobe lights at a nightclub now. A matching beaming grin on his face. “Yes! Y/N it’s fate. We ran into each other again!”

“Right. Yeah, of course. What are the odds.”

“Do you have a minute?”

“Um, I’m working right now. I’d rather not get in trouble. Maybe another time?”

Haruto swiveled around, eying the cafe. “It looks pretty empty to me. I don’t think you’d get in trouble if you came out for a second just to keep me company.”

“Still…”

“Is your manager even here right now?”

“No.”

“Then come on. Just come out for a second.”

You looked around the cafe, cursing at how vacant it was. You tugged at your sleeves for a second before answering. “Fine.”

You followed Haruto out from behind the counter. He walked over to a table and pulled a seat out from underneath the table. He smiled as he waited for you to sit down. You walked over to the table and turned around. Haruto slid the chair underneath you as you moved to sit down. Once you were seated Haruto ran around to the other side of the table and sat down.

“How are you? How have you been?” Haruto asked.

You stared at the boy sitting in front of you. He was so handsome. “I’m doing well. How about you?”

“I’m good. I was in the area because I needed to go to the hospital.”

Your ears perked up. “Why were you at the hospital?”

“Why do you wanna know? Are you worried about me?”

You didn’t say anything. You just stared at Haruto. Haruto cleared his throat and looked away for a second. “I’m just playing with you. I went to get a physical.”

You nodded, tracing the patterns on the tablecloth.

“I needed one for lacrosse tryouts.”

“Lacrosse? What is that?” you asked. Haruto thought the way your nose scrunched in confusion was adorable.

“I told you about it last time! Remember? It’s this sport that Americans like to play. I had never heard of it in Japan either.”

You didn’t remember. “Right.”

Haruto couldn’t understand the dynamics of the conversation. He watched as you avoided eye contact with him and intensely focused on tracing the pattern of the table cloth. Then you would stare out the window of the cafe, it almost appeared as if your eyes were glazed over. “What are you always writing about in your notebook?”

Your head spun over to look at him so fast, you thought you might have gotten whiplash. “What?”

“Your notebook. I remember in school back in Japan I always saw you either writing things down in a notebook or reading the same notebook. What’s in it?”

“Um, nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Why? It can’t be that bad. I promise I won’t laugh no matter how embarrassing it might be.” Haruto said. Leaning forward over the table so that he was in your face.

“Forget it.” You said, leaning back and looking away. You glanced over at your bag that was perched far back behind the counter and breathed a sigh of relief. “Look. I gotta go. I’m supposed to be working right now. I think you should go now as well.”

You stood up from the table so quickly that the chair you were sitting on toppled over. You didn’t bother to turn around and pick it up. You walked back towards the counter without looking back.

Haruto watched you as you walked away. He narrowed his eyes when he saw you grab your bag and walk to the back of the cafe. There was only one thing on his mind as he walked out of the cafe. Your notebook. What was in the notebook?

You frantically flipped to today’s page in your notebook. In all caps with your boldest, darkest black marker you wrote at the top of your notebook. ‘Beware of Haruto. Tall, Handsome. Asked about notebook.’

Then you shut the notebook and exited the back room, breathing a sigh of relief when you noticed that the cafe was vacant once again. You walked over to the cafe table where you had previously sat and picked up the chair that had fallen over when you had left the conversation.

The next day at school Haruto was deep in thought. What could possibly be so important about a notebook? When Hanbyul shoved him, Haruto shrieked as he fell out of his chair. “Dude, what the hell is your problem?”

“What are you thinking about? You look like you’re thinking so hard that your brain might break.”

“Do you have an important notebook? Is that like something girls do?”

“You mean like a diary?”

Haruto snapped his fingers and looked up. “Yes! Exactly like one of those. Do you have one of those?”

“I did when I was younger. I don’t keep one anymore though. Why do you ask?”

“My friend. The one from home, Y/N? I think she has one. I asked her about it yesterday and she got all dodgy and weird.”

“Ah, well. Back when I did keep a diary it held all my dirtiest secrets. I don’t think I would want to share it with anybody or for anybody to know about it. Not even now, and as an elementary schooler I really don’t think I had any secrets worth keeping.”

“It was so weird. She got so defensive over it. I didn’t realize bringing it up would be such a touchy subject.”

Hanbyul shrugged. “Different things matter to different people. Are you ready for tryouts? They’re coming up soon aren’t they?”

Haruto nodded. “Asahi, Mashiho, Yoshi, and I have started going to that gym that you recommended. Lacrosse is actually pretty fun. Mashiho is the best though. Are you coming to tryouts?”

“Of course I am. I’m practically making you go so it’s only fair that I be there to see how you do. I reserve the right to totally make fun of you if you embarrass yourself though.”

Haruto rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

Soon enough it was the first day of lacrosse tryouts. Haruto had frequented the cafe that you worked at in hopes of getting the chance to speak to you again. Unfortunately, what he didn’t know was that you had quit the job and diligently stayed home and studied.

Haruto was agitated at the thought of not being able to speak to you again. When he tried to sit down and rationalize it himself he couldn’t make sense of it. A year ago he despised you for not knowing his name. You know his name now, right? What more did he want from you?

“Haruto? Haruto! Hello? Are you even listening to me?”

Haruto turned to look at Hanbyul. “Honestly no, sorry. What’s up?”

“I feel bad for how I treated Jeongwoo. You were right, avoiding him was not the right thing to do. But why hasn’t he said anything to me?”

“Look I can’t tell you what’s going on between the two of you any better than you can. My assumption is that he’s a bit hurt and confused at the moment by how you’re acting and he doesn’t want to make things any worse than they are.”

“Can’t you say something to him?”

“Me?” Haruto looked up from his stick that he was re-taping. “What do you want me to say to him?”

“I don’t know. Just...just get him to react.”

Haruto scoffed. “If you want me to do that I can but again I feel like it’s not going to produce the results that you want. Like I think if I say anything things are gonna go really sour so I think you should think long and hard about this.”

“Haruto!”

“Look, I gotta go. Tryouts are starting.” Haruto said, turning away and walking onto the field. He didn’t miss the hard stare coming his way from Jeongwoo. Haruto ignored them and focused on his gameplay. Lacrosse had actually become really cathartic for him and he found that he really wanted to make the team.

Haruto noticed that the coaches seemed to be reacting favorably to how he was playing. He also realized that Jeongwoo was also really good but he played really aggressively, like he had something to lose. At the end of practice Haruto figured his hunches must have been correct because the coaches called him over to speak with him.

“I’m sure you know Varsity tryouts were this morning, all of your friends from Japan did great as did you and so we’re thinking about pulling you up to varsity. So tomorrow I want you to come early and try out with the varsity team, alright?”

Haruto beamed and nodded.

“Good work son.” The coach slapped Haruto on the shoulder. He did his best not to fall over. Thankfully the coach didn’t notice.

Haruto walked off the field and headed towards the school parking lot. Just as he pulled his phone out to call someone for a ride home his phone pinged, he tapped on the notification to see that it was a message from Mashiho.

Mashiho: Haruto have JV tryouts ended?

Haruto: Yes, I just finished

Mashiho: Cool. Have you found a ride home yet?

Haruto: No, do you know anyone who can come get me?

Mashiho: Ya, a lot of the guys on varsity can drive. Junkyu is over now but he offered to come pick you up.

Haruto: Junkyu?

Mashiho: He’s trying out for the varsity team. He’s cool. Kinda goofy but cool. I’ll come by with him.

Haruto: Alright, thanks dude.

Mashiho: Np.

Haruto checked the time on his phone before putting it back into his pocket. 6 P.M. Would you be at the cafe? The last few times he had gone by he hadn’t seen you. He put the thought away when a car appeared in front of him. The window rolled down and Mashiho cheered when he saw Haruto. “Get in the car! You smell!”

“Shut up and unlock the door Mashi.” The car door clicked open and Haruto hopped into the backseat. There was a large dude sitting in the driver’s seat who kept fidgeting with a bunch of random controls.

The guy turned around with a giant grin on his face. “Hello! I’m Junkyu. You must be Haruto! Nice to meet you!”

Haruto bowed. “Hello. Yes, I am Haruto. Nice to meet you as well.”

“Ruto! How were tryouts?”

“They were really good. Coach pulled me over at the end of tryouts and told me to come early tomorrow morning and try out with the varsity team.”

“Damn! You must be so good!” Junkyu said from the driver’s seat. Haruto tried not to be concerned by the way Junkyu was driving. His head kept swiveling from left to right. “Did you guys play sports back in Japan? All of you were insane at tryouts today!”

“We all played football. I think Mashi and Yoshi played basketball as well.”

“Football? Do you mean football football or soccer football?”

“Eh?”

“Do you kick a ball or do you carry a ball?”

“You kick it. Duh. Why would you carry a ball? That’s just dumb.”

“Americans call a totally different sport football. Don’t worry about it too much. But it’s awesome that you guys are so good.”

“Well to be fair, we were told about that Lacrosse Club and we had a few training sessions every week leading up to try outs.” Mashiho said.

“Ahh! How’d you hear about that? A few of us have been playing on their club teams for a while.”

“My friend told me about it. She’s the person responsible for me in the foreign exchange students program. Hanbyul?”

“Oh! I know who you’re talking about. Her brother was a legend at this school. He was a top recruit since his sophomore year here. But right before the most important game of his senior year he tested positive on a drug test and he couldn’t play. It totally turned him, his team, and the school around. He got dropped by the college that was recruiting him. But I heard he struck a deal with a pro-team and I guess he’s been training with them. The dude was in a league of his own.”

“Damn. That’s insane.”

“Yeah, our school takes lacrosse pretty seriously. The best players at our school get recruited to some of the best schools so it’s a great opportunity.”

Haruto knew there were probably more important things to be thinking about in this conversation but he couldn’t help but wonder if he could get you to come to one of his games.

The second day of tryouts Haruto was absolutely on fire. His shorts were shart, his passes were quick, and his steps were light. The varsity team was definitely of a different caliber but Haruto found the challenge fun. It was nice to be able to play with the rest of the Japanese boys as well.

At the end of varsity tryouts the coach pulled him over, “you were great out there today. How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling alright coach.”

“Up for a few more hours?”

Haruto paused, but then nodded. He wasn’t in a place to argue with his coaches. “Sure.”

“Great. Then I want you to continue through JV tryouts. Grab some water and then head back out onto the field.”

“Alright coach.”

Haruto jogged out to the edge of the field. He was surprised to see Hanbyul sitting at the edge of the bleachers. “What’s up?”

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean what am I doing here? I came to watch your second day of tryouts.”

“Are you sure you’re here to watch me?”

“Shut up. Why are you all sweaty already?”

“Coach had me try out with the varsity team today.”

Hanbyul’s eyes widened. “Dang, you must be awesome. The last two boys that made it onto the varsity team as sophomores were my brother and his best friend Bobby.”

Haruto shrugged. “The game is fun. It would be awesome to play on varsity.”

The coach blew his whistle, signalling all the players to come back out onto the field. Haruto turned around and gathered around. Every so often throughout the day Haruto ran back to the bleachers where Hanbyul sat. His bag was stowed away there as was his secret stash of Coca-Cola. It probably wasn’t smart to be drinking Coke in the middle of tryouts but every so often he needed a pick-me-up.

“You need to quash that habit.”

“Yeah yeah.”

At the end of the day the coach told Haruto to wait for him inside his office. So Haruto did just that.

“So what’d you think about tryouts today?” Coach asked.

“It was intense.”

“Yeah, what did you think of the way the varsity team played?”

“They were quicker, sharper, and more nimble.”

“Good observation. Do you think you were good enough to play on their level?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then answer me another question. If you had to pick another player from the JV tryouts today to pull up to Varsity who would you pick?”

Haruto thought about it for a second. The answer was obvious. The only other person who seemed to put up a fight with him was “Jeongwoo.”

“Good guess.” The coach laughed. “I don’t know what they feed you kids in Japan. But all four of you are good.”

There was a knock on the door. Haruto turned around to see Jeongwoo. He smirked when he saw the sour expression on Jeongwoo’s face. But it was gone once he had walked into the room and stood adjacent to Haruto.

“The two of you have demonstrated amazing capabilities and I am considering pulling one of you up to the varsity team. Take this opportunity seriously. Tomorrow is the last day of tryouts.”

The last place Haruto expected to run into you was at the hospital. The last thing you were expecting at the hospital was for a dude to come up behind you and scare you. It was horrible, you can’t remember the last time you screamed so loudly, let alone at a public place.

“What are you doing here Y/N?”

“Uh, I’m-” you hesitated, trying to craft an answer that was vague enough that you wouldn’t have to tell the whole truth but not vague enough that he wouldn’t continue to ask questions. But thankfully Haruto seemed to take it upon himself to fill the silence.

“Look, I just wanted to say I’m sorry that I totally misjudged you when I first met you? In fact, I thought I hated you.”

Alarm bells went off in your head. Was it normal for a person to come to you and tell you they hated you? “Uh, thanks?”

But Haruto continued. “But I wanted to say I totally read you wrong. You’re actually really cool. And I wanted to say thank you. For remembering my name.”

That was the first time someone had ever said that to you. You stared at him blankly unsure of how to respond.

“Haruto! Haruto! Haruto! Please report to waiting room 105, the doctor is ready for you now.” The voice over the loudspeaker belted.

“Well, that’s me.” Haruto said with a soft smile on his face. He got up and waved goodbye to you before heading to the back of the office.

Once he was safely out of sight you pulled out your notebook. Your face paled once you flipped through it a few times. You thought about what to do. What did this guy want? You wrote out all these questions in your notebook. Then you came to a conclusion of what to do and wrote that down in your notebook as well.

You ripped out a piece of paper from your notebook and scribbled your number on it. Then got up to the receptionist desk. “Hi, I don’t know if you’re allowed to do this. But when that guy Haruto comes out. Would you mind giving him this?”

You handed the sheet of paper over to her, the receptionist gave you a look and then a wink before accepting the sheet of paper. You figured that meant she accepted, so you waved goodbye and left the hospital.

“Excuse me sir!” The receptionist lady called out to Haruto as he was about to head out of the doctor’s office. What felt and looked like a nasty possible sprain on the lacrosse field just turned out to be a measly bruise.

Haruto approached the reception desk. “There was a young lady earlier. She asked me to give this to you before you leave.”

Haruto looked at the slip of paper. His eyes widened into the size of large gumballs when he realized what was on it. He felt like his heart would explode. But then his mind pumped the brakes, he wasn’t ungrateful, but why did you give him your number?

On the way back home you second guessed your decision at least 30 times. Why did you give him your number? The only reason you could think of was that you didn’t want to not know the guy. Contrary to what your mind and your diary told you. Your heart didn’t want to give him up. Maybe it was selfish and confusing, who knew? But who cared?

Haruto’s excitement was cut short when he finished punching your number into his contacts. Before he could even send a message to you, his phone rang. Hanbyul.

“Hey Hanbyul, what’s up?”

Haruto became alarmed when he heard a sniff and a muffled sob. “Haruto, I miss him.”

Haruto sighed. “He’ll come around soon.”

“Is there nothing you can do to make him come around sooner?”

“Hanbyul. If all goes well he’s going to be my teammate. Plus, what could I possibly say to change things?”

“I don’t know. He probably thinks there’s something going on between us.”

Haruto paused. “Is that why you’re friends with me?”

“No, no I swear it’s not. You’re an amazing person and you’ve been an amazing friend.”

“Hanbyul.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t like what you’re asking me to do. But you are my friend. If you’re really sure this is the way you want to go about it.”

“I’m- I’m not sure. I just need things to change.”

On the third day of tryouts Haruto was in a funk. And it showed. The events of yesterday night haunted him, he was happy to see you but he was sorry for Hanbyul. Haruto didn’t really like to fight with anybody, but he found her requests unreasonable and the questions she asked about you probing and uncomfortable.

It seemed as if Jeongwoo was the same way. Haruto gave into the niggling voice inside his head and said probably he shouldn’t have said. “You’re gonna lose your girl to me and now you’re gonna lose your spot on the team to me?”

It pushed Jeongwoo off the edge and the two of them went at it. Haruto played ferociously and aggressively. As did Jeongwoo. The game ended when Jeongwoo illegally body checked Haruto.

“Dude what the hell is your problem?”

“No, what’s your problem? Your comment back there? Absolutely uncalled for.”

Valid. But Haruto wasn’t going to admit that. “Please. Pull your head out of your ass. You’re hurting your friend. Talk to her.”

Haruto stood by as he and Jeongwoo got scolded for their behavior. Eventually, tryouts ended with neither one ending up on the varsity team. Haruto knew he probably should have been more bothered but he wasn’t. He had other things on his mind.

When Haruto exited the office he saw Hanbyul waiting outside. She turned to look away from Jeongwoo back to Haruto. Tired and hopeful that their saga would end, Haruto smiled and jutted his chin out towards Jeongwoo. Hanbyul smiled and ran after Jeongwoo.

Since the fateful day you have Haruto your number. Whenever he had a free moment he would ask to see you. After each time you saw him, you thoroughly wrote down everything that had happened in the day. You didn’t want to forget.

A few Mondays ago, you went to get ice cream together. “What’s your favorite food, Haruto?”

“Me? Anything unhealthy.”

You whacked him on the arm for that.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“For being a stupid teenage boy. And because I’m jealous of your metabolism.”

A couple Thursdays ago, Haruto asked you if you wanted to go watch a movie with him. The Uber and the weather didn’t quite work out. “Sorry we missed the movie by 45 minutes. But on the bright side, it’s not raining anymore!”

You laughed. “I guess you’re right. What should we do instead now that we’re here?”

Haruto looked around. He pointed at the grassy meadow. “We should just lay down on the grass and look at the stars.”

“The grass is wet.”

“Look, they're selling plastic tarps over at that convenience store. Let’s just buy one.”

“Okay.”

Haruto paid for a plastic tarp and spread it down out on the grassy meadow. The two of you laid on the ground parallel to one another. Until Haruto turned to you “can I hold you?”

You felt your face flush and you looked away. You hesitated for a few moments but eventually Haruto smiled when he heard a soft “yeah.”

So he moved his arm as you lifted your head to rest on top of it. You curled into him as his arm wrapped around your upper body. Haruto’s stomach exploded in butterflies. Your face was on fire. But the two of you were happy, blissful.

Last Friday night Haruto asked you to come to one of his lacrosse games. “Y/N, this is my friend Hanbyul. Hanbyul, this is Y/N.”

“Y/N?” Hanbyul stared at you eyes wide. Like she knew something. She looked like she wanted to say something but she held it in. You wondered what it was, but decided not to think too much about it.

Hanbyul was sweet. She kept you company throughout the game. But she was an aggressive cheer-er. Most of her attention was spent yelling at the field. Her energy was contagious and by the end of the game you were standing on the bleachers cheering “Go Haruto!”

Now it was Saturday and the two of you had finally gone to see the movie that you had meant to see a couple Thursdays ago. You clasped onto the arm that Haruto had held out for you as you exited the movie theater. “That movie was so good! It was so crazy!”

Haruto laughed. “Yeah it was okay.”

“Just okay? You didn’t like it?”

“No, I liked it. It wasn’t bad. But I feel like there were better movies from this cinematic universe you know?”

“Yeah I guess.”

“Which one was your favorite?” Haruto asked.

“Huh?” You looked up at Haruto to see him looking down at you. You turned away. “Um. Would you wanna come back to my place?”

“Huh?” Haruto wasn’t normally caught off guard but this time he was.

“I mean. Not like that. I just, I don’t know I’m not ready for the night to end and I figured since my place is close by we could just go back and chat.”

Haruto smiled. “Yeah, that sounds nice. Let’s go.”

Soon after the two of you arrived at your place, Haruto got situated on the couch and after making sure he was properly settled in. You had gotten up to go fetch your drinks. Haruto spotted your notebook sitting on the edge of the coffee table. He glanced over to see that your attention was fully occupied on making your drinks. Haruto turned back to stare at the notebook. No. The notebook was staring at him. Haruto knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldn’t peek.

But he couldn’t help it. Every time he saw you he either saw the notebook with you or he saw you writing the notebook and every time he even remotely looked in its direction you guarded it with your life. This could be his only chance.

And so, Haruto grabbed the notebook. He flipped through it and saw that it was very meticulously dated. Upon closer inspection he noticed that each entry was timed as well and every timed entry had extensive details about what you saw, what you talked about. Then he flipped backwards and found one page not like the others.

This page wasn’t dated. Instead, it was titled. Haruto. Haruto’s eyes widened. Every line of his designated page was filled. There were things about him on there that even he hadn’t realized he had said. Why had you written all these things down? All these details didn’t seem that important to him. They were like things that were probably easily remembered. Or things you could ask him about, he’d answer if you ever asked him about.

Just as he was about to continue flipping through the pages of the notebook. “What do you think you’re doing?”

An index card fluttered out of the notebook right at Haruto’s feet. Haruto bent down to pick it up. But in a panic you kicked his shin and as he howled and grabbed onto his leg you snatched the card. “What the hell Y/N?”

“No. I should be asking you that. I’ve made it abundantly clear that this notebook is not to be touched. It’s incredibly private to me.”

“What is it? Why is it so important? I asked Hanbyul what it might be and she just said it was probably a diary. What is so special about yours?”

“What is so special about mine?” you were so angry you felt like your head was about to pop. While your head didn’t pop. Your mouth certainly did. “What is so special about mine? This notebook? This notebook. Is my memory. I don’t have a memory.”

You tossed the card at Haruto. He picked it up and read the words on the card as you spoke.

“At age 13 you were involved in a very traumatic car accident. The accident left you in a coma for two weeks. After you recovered from your coma you were diagnosed with anterograde amnesia. From that day on, you no longer have the ability to make memories. The memories you make within a day will only last until you fall asleep wherein your memories of the previous day will be wiped. Use your notebooks to keep track of your days. Use these notebooks to help you remember.”

You could hear your voice waver as you finished reciting the contents on the index card.

“Y/N, I-” Haruto said. The world seemed grayer and grimmer. Everything made so much sense now. Why every time he spoke to you in school you had to ask for his name. Why sometimes you looked confused or blank when he mentioned something or attempted to crack a joke.

“So now you know.” You whispered. You could feel your body start to heave, your breathing became heavy. The gravity of what you had just exposed started to weigh down on you. “You need to leave. You need to leave and never come back.”

“Y/N. I wish you would have told me.”

“Why?” You snarled. “Why would I tell you that? Each day I wake up I can’t even remember who you are. Why would I have told you anything? Just so you could go around pitying me? Telling everyone else about me? Absolutely not.”

Haruto started to feel tears well up in his own eyes. He felt trapped in his own body as he watched your body fail yours. When he saw you collapse something snapped in his head and he got up and picked you up. One arm held you under your shoulder blades and the other below your knees.

“Get. Out.” you said in between wheezes.

“No. Y/N. I’m sorry. I don’t want to. Let me help you.”

“Get. Out.” you said, barely conscious.

“Y/N. You’re scaring me. What do I do? How do I help you? Let me help you and I’ll leave you alone.”

Your eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Honestly, you weren’t even sure what exactly was going on. Maybe it would be smart to have Haruto call your doctor before he left. “Emergency Numbers. Notebook.”

Haruto placed you down on your bed just as you had passed out. Haruto immediately ran back to the living room and grabbed your notebook that had fallen onto the ground. He flipped through it frantically. What page were the emergency numbers on? He saw them scribbled on the inside of the back cover. He grabbed his phone and dialed the first number listed at the top.

“Hello? Is this Y/N’s doctor? She’s just passed out and I don’t know what to do. I’m in her apartment right now. Someone please come help me.” Haruto hadn’t even realized that tears had been streaming down his face until he saw wet splotches appear on the notebook. He wiped them quickly and sniffed. “This is scaring me.”

“Yes, this is Y/N’s doctor. I’m on my way over. Who is this?”

“Haruto. I’m a friend of hers.”

“Haruto. You did good, son. Just wait. I’ll be there in a second.”

“Doctor. Is she gonna be okay?”

“Honestly I can’t tell you right now. I have to check up on her. Right now I’m in front of her door so you can let me in.” The call ended and Haruto opened the door.

“Is she in her room?” The stout man asked.

Haruto nodded and followed him back into your room. He tried to help the doctor but eventually the doctor turned to him and said “son, just relax. Give me some space. She should be fine. She had a panic attack, something must have worked her up. But she’ll wake up. But, it might be better if you aren’t here by the time she wakes up.

“I understand, doctor.”

The doctor took a good look at him. Then nodded grimly before turning his attention back to you. Before Haruto could leave though he saw a stack of index cards, a roll of washi tape, and a pen sitting on your desk. He was still holding your notebook from earlier. He grabbed the materials and headed back out to the living room.

Before he left he scribbled out a note. Then pulled something out of his wallet and taped it to the back of the index card. He then taped the index card to the inside of the front cover before shutting the notebook and leaving it in the middle of your coffee table. He held in a sob as he got up. How had things gone so sour so quickly?

Haruto walked back over to your room and peeked in. Your doctor was still busy doting on you. So he turned around and exited your apartment. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called Junkyu. “Hey, can you pick me up?”

“Yeah of course. Send me the address.” Junkyu said, trying not to be too alarmed by the tone of Haruto’s voice.

Eventually, you woke up. After reading the note that your doctor had taped to your hand explaining the situation you took a deep sigh. What a shit show. You needed to find the notebook your doctor had mentioned in his note.

It was sitting in the very middle of your coffee table. You flipped through the last few pages to read your entries. Your eyes started to water and you felt yourself get emotional. You could sense that you had grown close to someone. You read about yourself and how you felt about Haruto, but who was Haruto? For the most part you had made peace with your situation but for the first time in a long time, you began to feel frustrated. Angry. Cheated of a normal life that other 16 year old girls got to live.

Just as you were about to shut the notebook you noticed there were two index cards taped to the inside cover. The first one explained your situation. It was more or less what your doctor had just explained to you. But the second one was new. You lifted it up to your face and began to read it aloud.

Y/N,

If you’re reading this, I want you to know that you are the love of my life. My name is Haruto Watanabe and I am 16 years old. I met you for the first time in our freshman year of high school back then when we lived in Japan. We were only 14 years old. I used to be jealous of you, how you beat me in school every time even if just by a little bit. I also resented you because I thought you never bothered to remember my name.

By some stroke of fate, we both ended up in America. Whether by fate or not we saw each other a few more times and met up with each other and I really began to fall for you. You are the kindest, most beautiful, and genuine person I have ever met in my life.

I want you to know that even with your condition. My opinion and my feelings towards you have not changed. I want to be honest with you and tell you what I did and I hope in time you can read this and not feel angry.

Y/N, I did something bad. I invaded your privacy. You see, every time I saw you you fiercely guarded this notebook. Everytime I asked about it or possibly glimpsed at it you would react so strongly so eventually the curiosity of needing to know what was in the notebook killed me. And one day when your attention was occupied elsewhere, I read it.

It seemed like a regular diary to me but you caught me in the act and got upset with me. You explained to me your condition and I want you to know I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry I behaved so insensitively. If I were a more selfless man I would have left your life for good. But I am not. I’ve attached my school I.D. to the back of this card. On it has my name, my picture, and my phone number.

If you ever find it in yourself to forgive me. Please give me a call. I will always love you.

Love,

Haruto Watanabe

You flipped the back of the card over. Sure enough there was a school I.D. taped to the back. You pulled the card off and stared at it. The boy in the picture was handsome. He was tall. His height was 6’2”. You scoffed, at least you had good taste.

You saw his phone number at the bottom. You pondered over whether or not to call him, what would you even say to him? Where would he even fit in your life?

These were the questions that ran through your mind as you pulled your phone out and dialed his number. You stared at the numbers as you recited them aloud again. Your thumb hovering above the green button.

[zeawoo]

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄

WORKS BY MEMBER

CHOI HYUNSUK

coming soon!

PARK JIHOON

— [16:47] (fluff, established relationship)

KANEMOTO YOSHINORI

coming soon!

KIM JUNKYU

— Why? (angst, established relationship)

— Violets (angst, second part to Why?)

TAKATA MASHIHO

coming soon!

YOON JAEHYUK

coming soon!

HAMADA ASAHI

coming soon!

BANG YEDAM

— I love you 3000 (fluff, songfic)

KIM DOYOUNG

coming soon!

WATANABE HARUTO

— YOUNG-LUV.COM (fluff, e2l, snowboarder!ruto)

PARK JEONGWOO

coming soon!

SO JUNGHWAN

coming soon!

[ssssachi]

— Treasure Masterlist (⌒∇⌒)

; social media au(s) — [ 🍁 : complete, 🍃 : on-going, 🍂 : hiatus ]

🍃 — letters and love! > Y/N has been crushing on Hamada Asahi for a while (since freshman). Now that they’re in the final year of senior high, she plans on confessing to him now or never!! But ofc, there are obstacles that must be faced. And that obstacle, is his alleged GIRLFRIEND!??? She badly wants to shoot her shot but knowing her crush has already have a lover, she decides to only write him letters full of love and confessions and continue admiring him from a far. With no plans on revealing her identity to him whatsoever. Or that’s what she thought..

; fics, timestamps, oneshots, au prompts and others — [ 🎙 : angst, 📸 : crack, 🎞 : fluff ]

Choi Hyunsuk

Park Jihoon

moved [ 🎙 ]

↳ a very short blurb with mild angst.

what are you willing to do [ 🎞 + 🎙 ]

↳ coming soon.

Kanemoto Yoshinori

Kim Junkyu

Takata Mashiho

Yoon Jaehyuk

meet me in the afterglow [ 🎞 + 🎙 ]

↳ coming soon

Hamada Asahi

Bang Yedam

Kim Doyoung

rumor? [ 🎞 + 📸 ]

↳ in which Y/N does her vlive and she accidentally exposed something from her phone which made the fans go suspicious.

Watanabe Haruto

Park Jeongwoo

So Junghwan

cake [ 📸 ]

↳ a socmed AU prompt where Junghwan pranks a particular baker who seems to be not amused by his tactics.

[trsrina]

✧ files 📁 -> treasure

? fluff ! angst # requested = oneshot - drabble + smau ~ wip : series

☽ O1. headcanons

nothing yet!

☽ O2. reactions

nothing yet!

☽ O3. choi hyunsuk

nothing yet!

☽ O4. park jihoon

midnight ?!#

☽ O5. kanemoto yoshinori

teaching yoshi how to braid hair ?-

☽ O6. kim junkyu

nothing yet!

☽ O7. takata mashiho

nothing yet!

☽ O8. yoon jaehyuk

nothing yet!

☽ O9. hamada asahi

nothing yet!

☽ 1O. bang yedam

nothing yet!

☽ 11. kim doyoung

nothing yet!

☽ 12. watanabe haruto

nothing yet!

☽ 13. park jeongwoo

nothing yet!

☽ 14. so junghwan

nothing yet!

[armysantiny]

treasure masterlist

© all work belongs to armysantiny and is protected under copyright. No translating/reposting or claiming my work as your own.

f = fluff, a = angst, sug = suggestive, req = requested, fem-r = female reader, gen-r = gender-neutral reader, m-r = male reader

oneshots/drabbles

Choi Hyunsuk | 최현석

Park Jihoon | 박지훈

Kanemoto Yoshinori | 요시

Kim Junkyu | 김준규

Yoon Jaehyuk | 윤재혁

Hamada Asahi | 아사히

Watanabe Haruto | 하루토

Park Jeongwoo | 박정우

So Junghwan | 서정환

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timestamps

Choi Hyunsuk | 최현석

Park Jihoon | 박지훈

Kanemoto Yoshinori | 요시

Yoon Jaehyuk | 윤재혁

Hamada Asahi | 아사히

Watanabe Haruto | 하루토

Park Jeongwoo | 박정우

So Junghwan | 서정환

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headcanons/reactions

Choi Hyunsuk | 최현석

Park Jihoon | 박지훈

Kanemoto Yoshinori | 요시

Yoon Jaehyuk | 윤재혁

Hamada Asahi | 아사히

Watanabe Haruto | 하루토

Park Jeongwoo | 박정우

So Junghwan | 서정환

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[xonepeacelovex]

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the playlist

Characters: Asahi Hamada (Treasure) x Y/N (Reader)

Genre: Strangers AU | Narration + SocMed (to be updated)

Trigger/Content Warning: None

Word count: 2.5k

Summary:

“So this is where we end?”

“This is where we end.”

Inspiration: Begin Again | Movie

A/N: I’d really appreciate if you’ll take time to listen to the songs. Thank you. Happy reading. :))

Spotify: the playlist

Asahi’s POV

He’s an artist for god’s sake. A goddamn artist who doesn’t have a place on this world apparently. Asahi was sitting down on one of the benches in the park. Mad at his employees. Mad at the world. Mad for himself. Mad at himself. He can’t even let go of his ego for once. Now he is jobless like what everybody thinks of someone like himself. With a bag and the camera he always carries, he decided he needed something to calm him down. It looks like it’s a bout to rain also. Does the bars around in this city sell alcohol in the middle of a day, he wondered.

The place was full packed, surprisingly for a bar located in a secluded area. But the rain was already pouring hard so he had no choice but to enter and find his place inside it.

“Can I have a glass of beer?” The bartender nodded at him while he patiently waited for it.

The faint sound of guitar strumming caught his attention, bringing his eyes on the small stage set up on the corner of the bar. His eyes landed on you, a single lighting on you giving him a chance to see you even from the back of the bar where he is.

“Here is your beer,” the bartender announced. He thanked him and paid already for the beer. He downed it in one go before going somewhere where he can see you better. He doesn’t mind standing for a few minutes. He just had to see you.

The people around doesn’t pay any attention to you, busy on their own business to even notice how captivating your voice is or how the lyrics to the song you are singing is absolutely heartbreaking. He can’t help but to stare at you, you obviously know no one is listening to you but you kept on singing anyway. He took out his camera, immediately pointing it towards you. Everything is perfect on his viewfinder. He looked at you once more before clicking the shutter.

“It’s a song I’ve written… Thank you,” you awkwardly said before going down the platform. A smile made its way to his lips. You are also an artist, a goddamn good one. Someone at the side of the stage clapped loudly first then few people followed him. He gives you a hug before getting on the stage himself.

“That’s my friend right there. I’ll surely miss you, Y/N,” he said in the mic, looking at you, giving you once more a round of applause before he performs. You wave at your friend with a smile before you get your things on one of the seats. Y/N’s POV Thankfully, the rain stopped pouring but the pavement are still wet. You carefully walk while you are going through the playlist on your phone, “Wait,” a voice called out. Finding the song you’ve been looking for, you put your earphones, not knowing someone calling out for you.

Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/6jGnykaS6TkWp15utXSAeI?si=0370c6a1fc074838

You started humming, looking at your wrist watch.

“Wait!” A voice called out again, louder this time.

You are about to looked back when someone popped out beside you making you stopped walking. Flustered, you looked at the man in front of you.

Is he a threat? Drunk? Does he need help?

You pulled your earphones out and waited for the man to talk again. “I’m sorry but you didn’t say the title of your song.” Someone listened to you?, you smile at the thought, “It doesn’t have a title.”

“Ohhh…”

He avoided your eye contact. You can see how he was struggling to continue or to end the conversation. You laugh when he made an innocent reaction. He looked at you when he heard you laughing at him, “Oh no. I’m not laughing at you. I’m just surprised someone actually listened to me singing and not getting their ass drunk in the middle of a day. Though they can absolutely do that. Not that I’m judging them. Wait. I’m rambling nonsense already.”

You paused before sighing because of how embarrassed you are. Heart pounding, wishing that the man in front of you doesn’t think you are weird. “I’m not weird,” you blurted out making things more worse.

He gave you a smile, like reassuring you he doesn’t think of you like that, “I’m not weird either.” “Good.” “Great.” You both nodded at each other.

“Can I ask is there a way I can listen to it?” Is there a way he can listen to it? You thought for a second before nodding at him. “Cool. Is it on Soundcloud or Spotify?”

The first person to ask you about your song. Maybe it’s not a bad idea to tag him along on your little adventure. Either if he is a good guy or a bad guy, you’ll be safe anyway.

“No.” His excitement died down when you answered him. “But I can give you a copy of it. Not for free though.” He immediately search his bag for his wallet when you stopped him, holding his wrist. “Not that kind of payment. What do you think about going on a little adventure?” You waited for him to think about it. “Well not really an adventure. Just walking around this city. You know, trying food, going to famous tourist spots and whatnot.” Sighing, “So?”

“For the copy of your song?” he paused, before a smile broke into his lips, “I’m in.” “I’m Asa-“ handing his hand out for a shake when you stopped him, “Can we not give each other’s name?” you asked him. A strange request he thought but he agreed with you anyway.

You walked silently, waiting him to follow your cue, he followed you shortly after.

“Do you have your earphones with you?” He pulled out a headphone out from his bag. You nodded, searching the audio splitter on your bag too. Silently putting his headphone and your earphone on the audio splitter before inserting it on your phone. You waited for him to put his headphone before pressing the song play.

Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/6LLUiWmVoiPm27QNzBNc3j?si=07f9353c83934e64

He smiles before removing one of the headphone in his ear, “Begin Again?”. You did the same with your earphones before nodding at him. “That explains the audio splitter,” he said.

“You can tell a lot about a person by what’s on their playlist,” you recited your favorite quotes from the movie. “Let’s know each other by our song choices. What do you think?”

“I’m afraid cause you’re a singer.” “Don’t because I’m not a singer. I just sing.”

Asahi’s POV And you sing beautifully, he wanted to add.

You’ll know someone based on the songs they listened to but for him, the film someone loves can tell you their struggles in life. He thought if you also relate to the characters in the movie Begin Again. Are you also someone who is going through a break-up? Or someone who lost their job like him?

Sharing his playlist to someone is something he doesn’t think he’ll do but he found himself thinking about the songs he wanted to share with you.

Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/05wIrZSwuaVWhcv5FfqeH0?si=2c9d90b675b74f24

Y/N’s POV

“Really?” you said to him when you heard the familiar drumbeat while he handed you back your phone. You pointed with your whole hand the sidewalk you both were walking in, it’s still wet then the sky that is still cloudy. But none of that matter to him as he can’t help but move his shoulders to the beat of the drums.

You closed your eyes with your hand when he started dancing in the middle of the street. You looked at him again this time moving your hand in your open mouth, surprised that other people are watching you two now.

“C’mon,” he said making you looked back at him, he has this cheeky smile. You swayed lightly, giving in. The people passing by giving you weird looks now. You stopped and watched him for a second before you hold his wrist and pulling him towards an ice cream parlor. Saving both of you from further embarrassment. You two are not weird. Both of you are crazy for dancing in the middle of a sidewalk.

The empty ice cream parlor was filled with the sound of laughter.

“I can’t believe I did that,” you admitted to him, “But really ‘Walking on Sunshine’? I saw you downing a glass of beer on one shot earlier.”

Is it okay to ask him? But you didn’t ask him directly.

He smiles, “I just wanted to know if you’ll also join me in my craziness.”

“I got you,” assuring him, “What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”

“Grapes.”

“I’m sorry. What again?” “Grapes.” You expected rocky road or maybe even mint chocolate but not grapes. Luckily, this ice cream parlor had every flavor. You simply got a cookies and cream flavor. You handed him the cup of his ice cream.

He just continues to surprise you the more you spend your time with him.

“It’s my turn now right?” grinning at him. Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/2LMkwUfqC6S6s6qDVlEuzV?si=ea6112d184e34e59

“Are you okay?” He stopped eating his ice cream putting the whole cup on the table, looking at you with knitted eyebrows. Chuckling at him, before doing the same, “I-“ Is there an easy way to say what you are about to say? “It’s too late for me,” you smiled at him before looking down at your melting ice cream cup. Your smile fading away the more you talk, “He love someone else now. Maybe in another universe, we’ll have our happy ending.”

You waited for his response and when did not utter a single word, “And that’s White Ferrari for you,” you joked at him making him laugh. “Your turn.” Asahi’s POV Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/5cii8kYu4Ti6UigNiRCpCw?si=4b5092c81de04f66

“Jonathan Larson?” you excitedly asked him while he open the door for you while exiting the ice cream parlor. “How can you know it’s time to let go?”

“Of your dreams?” He nodded. “You need to decide. Are you letting yourself be led by fear or by love?” You recited one of his favorite lines in the movie trailer of tick, tick… BOOM!.

“Fear. Absolutely fear,” he answered like how the main character answered it. You laugh at him, “Kidding aside, I got fired. Because it is not only my dreams I can’t let go but also my pride in my works. They just… don’t see my vision,” he ranted at you, aware that you are listening to him attentively.

“Am I killing the mood?” “I saw you taking my picture earlier with a film camera.” “Oh… I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. I know you have a great vision,” you said with a straight face that he got flustered. Asahi doesn’t know if you are joking or not. “I’m joking.” What you said got his heart beating faster, he’s sure all the blood rushed to his face now. He can feel his cheeks are getting hotter including his ears. “I just wanted to ask for a copy of it but I know it’ll take a long time to process the film.” “I’ll give you a copy.” “Really?” “You are giving me a copy of your song so it’s only fair.” You grin from ear to ear, “How about take pictures of our little adventure? If I have new songs, I’ll make sure you’ll hear it,” You suggested, giving him another deal he cannot refuse. “I’m in.”

Y/N’s POV Satisfied with his answer, you excitedly searched for the song you wanted him to hear, putting it on queue.

Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/6uubvaXbqj0do75wZFrecY?si=8937167491bb416a

“This is gonna be our little secret,” you whispered to him. You wanted him to listen to this song, know that there’s no need to rush. There’s no need to let go. We’ll be lost but we’ll also be found.

“Give me your camera,” without hesitation he gave you his camera, you pushed him gently in front of you, “I’ll take a picture of you.” He stopped and looked at you, “This feels awkward. I’m always behind the camera.” While you back away from him, making sure to get the picturesque background. “You look fine. Just pose,” looking at him at the viewfinder. More than fine if you’ll be honest to yourself. You enjoyed taking his pictures and you know he’s also taking pictures of you. You believe most of them are candid because he never asked you to pose or to stand in front of something unlike what you did with him. You wondered how the pictures would turn out.

Asahi’s POV He looked up at the sky, some stars are now visible. The sky is clear now unlike the weather earlier that day. As the day turned into night, Asahi felt that the time is running out. Movies and songs are not enough to know you. He can’t do anything because he agreed with you earlier, no asking of personal details. “Hey. Is ramen okay with you?” you asked him exiting the ramen restaurant in the alley. Asahi nodded, he got hungry when you both smelled the ramen upon passing the alley. “Come inside,” pulling him.

“It’s your turn now,” giving him your phone. Instead of what song he wanted to share with you, he picked the song that conveyed what he’s feeling right now, adding it to the queue.

Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/6bFsQ6yOp3z5mGNkhWP0P1?si=a4da3bd3bd8e4308

You smile to yourself and began to ask him what he wants, ordering it including for yours. You did not say anything this time. Just looking outside the glass window of the ramen restaurant. Entertaining yourself with the cat passing by, he searched for his camera immediately. Asahi just need to capture the serene moment. When you heard the click of his camera, you turned your back and watched him with his camera before you smiled at directly at camera. The first time you looked at him, taking a picture of you. “At least I have one picture, looking at the camera.” He got embarrassed that you knew he’s only taking candid photos of you. Thankfully, the ramen arrived saving him from answering you.

“Thank you for the food,” you said and he copied you. Now playing: https://open.spotify.com/track/3Un9IKqqC6LEqjwKsFWrqx?si=f7161f6556834970

When Asahi heard the song, he knew you answered him already so he did what he just can. He’s making the left time worth every second as you also did. Telling each stories, sharing interests, doing some hidden talents, anything that would make the day worth it until it’s time to say goodbye. Y/N’s POV In front of the closing ramen restaurant, you pulled out the cord of his headset on your audio splitter before you also wrapped your earphone to your phone, putting everything inside your bag. The stranger whom you’ve known for the day, had his camera and bag hanging on his shoulders. Both of you are looking at each other. Will you ever forget his face? You stared at him shamelessly this time, memorizing his face as you can.

“Before I even forgot,” you said, rummaging your bag for a cd that have your song on it, “This is what I promised.” Handing him the cd on a case that have nothing but a phrase you’ve written on it.

He’s an art only to touched with my eyes. He get it and read what you’ve written silently. He knows the cd is not really for him, looking back at you.

“So this is where we end?”

“This is where end.”

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