#hanami kotoha + reader

[baileypie-writes]

Hear me out maho girls meeting the perfect witch reader their perfect prim and proper 24 hours a day they never fail, they're spells always work they're popular they're kinda like the mean girl of the magical academy except they don't bully just ignore the people they deem beneath them and of course they're technically our girls rival even though they've ignored them before (i know the reader is a bit mary sue but the fact that reader is seemingly perfect unlike them emphasis on seemingly and they know that sounds like such a good plot point for some scenarios)

A/N ~ Sure! I recently started rewatching Maho Girls Precure, since I didn’t pay enough attention during my first watch. I’m not that far in, so if anything is inaccurate, I apologize! Hope you enjoy!

~Rivalry?~

Maho Girls Pretty Cure + Star Student!Reader

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Fandom: Maho Girls Pretty Cure!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral(they/them pronouns), star student, mean “girl” type

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff?

Word Count: 1,262

Synopsis: After bumping into you, the star student, Mirai, Liko and Hanami unintentionally sparked a unique kind of relationship with you.

Warnings: Possibly OOC Liko?

~Masterlists~

~Maho Girls Pretty Cure! Masterlist~

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Mirai, Liko and Hanami raced towards the Magic School. The clock ticked closer and closer to the time class started. The magical duo panted as they ran, terrified of being late yet again. Though, Hanami seemed to be having fun; thinking of the situation as some sort of game.

“We’re almost there!” Liko exclaimed in relief as they made it inside, now running through the halls.

“Yes! C’mon guys, we can make it!” Mirai sped to the front, having a sudden burst of energy. She turned her head, looking behind her to talk to the others. “We just have to get in the classroom before the teacher does!”

“Hey, no running in the halls!” A voice scolded.

Liko gasped. “Mirai, look out!”

She turned her head back to look in front of her, but it was too late. She crashed hard into whoever was there. Papers flew everywhere, and both people fell to the ground with a loud thud.

“Ow! Watch where you’re going!” The voice said, clearly very annoyed.

“I’m so sorry!” Mirai quickly apologized. She finally got a look of who she crashed into. It was you. Not wasting a second, she stood up, offering her hand to help you.

Liko stuttered nervously. “M-mx. (name)!”

“Oh, you know them?” Hanami asked innocently.

“What? You don’t?” Liko raised her voice in shock.

You scoffed, rejecting Mirai’s hand, and standing on your own. “Great. Look at what you’ve done.” You said, dusting yourself off. You bent down, and began to pick up the fallen papers.

“Oh, here! Lemme help! Cure Up Ra Pa Pa!” Hanami whipped her wand out, saying the magic words. Immediately, the papers levitated, flying around you in a pretty pattern before stacking into your arms neatly.

You hummed, skeptical. How could a newbie perform that spell?

“Oh, your hat!” Mirai said, noticing that it had also fallen. She picked it up, and placed it onto your head, rather crookedly.

You eyed them harshly for a few moments. Mirai and Hanami just stood in silence, kind smiles on their faces. Meanwhile, Liko looked absolutely mortified.

“You’d better hurry. Class starts in…” You paused to look at a nearby clock. “…43 seconds.” And with that, you walked away.

“Wow. They didn’t even thank us.” Mirai pointed out.

“Yeah. We were just trying to be nice…” Hanami said sadly.

“Guys! Do you even know who that was?” Liko finally spoke.

“Ummm…” The other two girls thought hard for a moment. But they couldn’t seem to remember seeing or hearing of you before.

“That was (name)! They’re like this school’s superstar! They’re perfect at everything! They see anyone beneath them as unworthy of their attention, so they always ignore everyone!” Liko explained, in disbelief that they didn’t know who you were.

“Woah! So we’re pretty lucky, huh?” Hanami asked happily.

“No! You guys got in their way! So now we’re even lower than them!” Liko said, clearly devastated. She gripped the brim of her hat tightly, tugging it down.

Mirai and Hanami looked at each other, before each taking one of her hands. “It’s okay, Liko! Who cares what they think? They’re not actually that important. It’s just a dumb popularity thing!” Mirai assured her.

“Yeah! Just because they’re smarter, doesn’t mean you aren’t cool too!” Hanami added.

All three girls smiled. But it didn’t last long, as the bell went off, declaring that they were late.

“Oh no!” They all shouted, and began running to their classroom once again.

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(After School)

The trio had finally finished class for the day. Luckily, they were able to talk their way out of a punishment, but their nerves were still calming down. At that moment, the only thing on their minds was relaxing, and praying that they didn’t need to deal with any Pretty Cure related things that day.

As they walked through the halls, the chatter suddenly changed moods. Looking behind them to see what the fuss was about, they saw you yet again. Everyone was admiring you, like you were the best thing since frozen mandarins. But at the same time, they kept a clear distance from you.

“(name)! Hi!” Hanami greeted happily, waving enthusiastically.

The entire hallway went silent. No one talked to you, ever. It looked like she had insulted your whole bloodline based on everyone’s faces.

You stopped walking. “Oh, it’s you. The ones who were quite literally running late.” You said, not even turning to look at them.

The other students began murmuring. They simply couldn’t believe you were even talking to them at all.

“Hey, you were running late too!” Mirai pointed out, upset to be called out as if they were the only guilty ones.

The students gasped. They couldn’t believe what they just heard! The star student running late? No way!

Your head snapped in their direction. Your eyes stared cold, sharp daggers. It sent a chill down all of the girls’ spines. “I was not running late. I had arrived to class earlier than everyone else. I was simply retrieving some papers for the teacher. And even so, I got back before the bell rang, even after your little mishap.”

All three of them gulped nervously. They weren’t sure if you were going to do something to them or not. But when you turned your head back in front of you, they felt their prayers had been answered.

“It’s a shame that such… interesting students are so irresponsible.” And with that, you walked away from them yet again.

“Hey, wait!” Liko called out. But you simply ignored her; done with the conversation.

Suddenly, all three girls were surrounded by students. They braced themselves for being yelled at for talking like that to you. But instead, they received words of admiration.

“Did you hear that? (name) called you guys ‘interesting’! That’s awesome! They’ve never said anything like that to someone else before!” A boy said.

“That’s right! They must be impressed by you or something!” A girl suggested.

“The school’s odd balls and the star student? Is this a rivalry or something?” Someone asked.

Everyone started murmuring in both excitement and nervousness at that question. They knew that it was very possible. You only ever talk to those you deem worthy of your attention. And you gave them more than you’ve given anyone in the history of your student life. So it could very well be the beginning of a rivalry.

“Oh no… what’ve we done?” Mirai mumbled full of guilt.

“What are you talking about?” Liko grabbed her hand, looking her in the eyes. Her own were filled with pure excitement and determination. “This is amazing! We have a rival! That means we have to up our game if we wanna surpass them! Imagine their face when we do!” She began rambling.

Mirai had fully expected Liko to be upset at her for starting all this. But it seemed that she had unintentionally begun something new entirely. “Okay!” She puffed air out of her nose. “Sounds like we gotta study even harder now!” She grabbed Hanami’s hand with her free one, and thrusted both hands into the air as a sort of group cheer.

“Yeah!” They all shouted in unison, as if casting a special spell to do better.

They all knew that in order to be worthy rivals, they had to do more than their best. But for the sake of fun and validation, they were more than okay with that. So after that day, they vowed to follow that goal. Both them and the entire school couldn’t wait to see what happens.

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~~baileypie-writes

[prettyiwa]

(Previous) Relationship: Sakura Haruka x Florist!Reader Content Tags: Fluff, Second Meetings, Kotoha & Suo tease Sakura, Sakura is a good citizen, New Friendships, Exchanging Numbers, Mentions/References of Rokuyou Summary: When Sakura had mentioned wanting to help what was once your grandmother's shop, you didn't expect the offer to extend to you, as well. Word Count: 3k

A/N: I'm realizing that as I'm getting ready to share this, I still don't know what I want Suo's career to be after Bofurin. I really don't know. So here's to him being just as mysterious to the Florist as he is to the greater wbk audience (so far)! Tagging the lovely @owoasis and @kweenkatsuki-fics 💜💜

Shifting your weight to your left arm, you look over the edge of the counter, checking the leaves of the calatheas and pothos plants. You know better than to touch them, but your fingers still twitch with the desire, prompting you to close your fits. The rich aroma of Kotoha’s coffee distracts you, pulling your attention from the newer, smaller leaves to watch the steady drip that keeps you planted.

“Don’t say it,” she says without looking at you.

“Say what? I wasn’t going to say anything.” You smile at her back, feeling a little special that she has her attention on you enough to know what you want to say.

“Ume already told me what you’re going to say.”

After checking the coffee, she grabs a cup, still reluctant to let you take your drink to-go.

“You could just let me have them for the afternoon. Hanami has these lamps that—”

“And let Ume think I prefer your help to his?” she asks, cutting you off as she passes you the drink.

Your hands wrap around the cup as she steps back, leaning against the edge of the counter. Snickering into your coffee, you sip, letting relief pool in your chest. “Delicious as always. You know… I always hear ‘Ume this’ and ‘Ume that’—”

“I do not bring him up that often.”

“—but I’ve still yet to meet him,” you finish as though she never interrupted. She deadpans and you take another drink. For someone so prolific in Makochi, his particular absence stands out. “I never said you were the one to bring him up around me, though you’re certainly a top contender.”

“He’s busy with the kids and the garden, or I’m sure he would’ve popped into Hanami by now.” Smiling to herself, she turns back around, busying herself with something near the rice cooker.

“By ‘kids,’ do you mean the home or Bofurin?” After your run-in with the graduates, you’ve been curious about the local guardians. It’s impressive they’ve apparently kept to Umemiya’s original vision years after he left.

“The orphanage. The new kids at Furin are mostly self-sufficient, but he still makes a point to be available if they need to talk.”

“Hm. Say, Kotoha?” She nods her head as she hums, otherwise allowing you the time to weigh your question before asking it. “Is it often that graduates get involved in fights?”

At that she pauses, looking over her shoulder. “It’s not unheard of, but they usually leave things to Bofurin. Why? Did something happen?”

She remains rooted in spot, eyes never wavering, silently communicating a level of concern you hadn’t anticipated.

“I had a run-in with a group of drunkards from the pub district on my way home the other night. Some graduates came to my rescue and were kind enough to walk me home.”

A weight lifts off her shoulders with her exhale, her features softening before turning back. “I’m glad. They shouldn’t be jumping into fights like that, but I’m glad someone was there to intervene.”

“As am I.”

The bell above the door rings as you finish, allowing you to turn and meet the faces of Suo and Sakura. Suo’s brows raise and his mouth shapes into soft surprise before relaxing into a pleased smile. Sakura’s surprise is harder to contain, eyes going wide as his mouth opens and the tips of his ears turn pink, reminding you of a kid with his hand caught in the treat jar. The arrival of them—and your favorite color—brings an involuntary smile to your face, warm and welcome.

“If it isn’t my heroes,” you greet, hearing Kotoha turn behind you.

“Ah, if you spread a rumor…” Suo lilts through his smile, piquing your interest. 

“What?! These two?” Her laughter is instantaneous, loud as it fills the cafe, preventing you from questioning what Suo meant. Sakura’s blush intensifies, blossoming across his cheeks as he grows flustered, brows pinching together as he stares daggers at her. “Of course it’s Sakura—he doesn’t know how to not get into a fight! But you, Suo? You should know better!”

Sakura points at Kotoha, preparing some rebuttal when Suo interrupts, voice saccharine as he gestures to his friend, “It was all him.”

“Well, no kidding!”

“Oh, come on!” he shouts, sporting a full body blush at this point.

“Whoever it was,” you chime in, “I’m glad. I thanked you all then, but I don’t believe my words will ever do justice to how grateful I am.”

It’s enough to distract him from the teasing, to draw his focus to you. The exasperation in his eyes evaporates, allowing them to soften imperceptibly before he bites the inside of his cheek. Despite his tempered reaction, he still turns away from you and Kotoha as he puts his hands in his pockets, prompting your smile to turn gentle.

Turning away yourself, you glimpse the clock tucked away behind the counter, the seconds ticking closer to the end of your break. Gathering your bag, you slip off the stool, not wanting to be late.

“Leaving already?” Suo asks.

“Already? Kotoha had the pleasure of my company for the entirety of my lunch break.”

Humming, he turns to Sakura—now watching you and Suo from the corner of his golden eye—before saying, “Then do you mind if we join you? Sakura thought it would be a great idea to figure out when you might need help.”

“Did he, now?” Kotoha asks, her tone teasing. Glancing back you see her grinning from ear to ear as she crosses her arms. It seems she enjoys goading Sakura as much as Suo does.

He groans, hiding his face behind his hand, defeat weighing on his shoulders.

“Sure. We should get out of here before Kotoha causes cardiac arrest.”

They both move, allowing you to exit first, though Sakura’s hot on your tail. Despite this, he gives you a wide berth as you head toward Hanami, allowing Suo to fill the space between you two. His hand still covers his face, though his blush has diminished.

“I appreciate your guys’ willingness to help out.” Honestly, you thought it would’ve been no more than a passing mention, an attempt at forging a connection by virtue of having helped out your grandparents. That they’re here, and that they were the ones to broach helping… It makes your throat go dry.

“Oh, well, I couldn’t let Sakura’s desire to help go unanswered.”

“Shut up with that, will you? It’s not like I never offer to help or anything.”

“That’s true, however—”

“‘However’ nothing! I could just leave and let those Bofurin brats take over,” Sakura grumbles as he hunches, making no effort to leave.

“I couldn’t accept their help,” you say. “There’s so many other people in need of their time and they already do so much for the town.” While you’d rather the kids focus on a proper education, their insistence on helping the community is praiseworthy. You’d never be able to justify flower deliveries when they could be cleaning graffiti, helping with repairs, or keeping people safe.

“Oh, but you can accept ours just fine?”

Looking past Suo, you find Sakura looking straight ahead, though you suspect he’s paying full attention to you. “And turn  down a perfectly good offer from two healthy gentlemen?” Pink sprinkles across his cheeks at your tease. “Besides, what would I have to offer those kids as thanks aside from flowers?”

At least with Suo and Sakura, you could offer compensation without feeling bad. Well, as bad.

“I seem to remember you offering the same to us,” Suo teases back.

“Were my flowers not good enough?” You adopt a pout, feigning offense as you turn to them.

Suo’s brows worry and his smile falters for half a second before reading you, chuckling quietly to himself. Sakura, on the other hand, takes your offense seriously, mouth falling open, apology building behind his stormy and golden eyes as he tries to find his words. It’s enough that your act fractures, an easy smile giving you away.

He rewards you with a choking noise and shouts, “Knock that shit off! Don’t pretend like your feelings are hurt if they aren’t!”

Your laughter mingles with Suo’s before you apologize. “I am very touched that you’re so concerned with not offending me. I promise you, I’m not so easily insulted. If you don’t mind my asking, how do people usually thank you for all that you do?”

Approaching the shop, both men fall silent, contemplative, allowing you to quietly fuss over the plants on display outside the shop. Only after you unlock and open the door does Suo answer, “We don’t act in search of reward.”

Even if he doesn’t sound insulted, you still worry you may have said something untoward. “I didn’t mean to insinuate that you do, but I can’t let your help go unrewarded. As much as I love them, my flowers are hardly the thanks I’d give.”

They meander as you step into the back to put your bag away. When you come out, they’re both appreciating the ikebana arrangements you have on display, one of the only things you’ve changed about the shop. At the sound of your arrival, they exchange a quick glance, expressions more sober than expected.

“Your flowers are thanks enough,” Suo says, continuing the conversation. He studies you, the sliver of discontent making itself known in the set of your lips before adding, “We don’t take money, so people often give us food.”

It makes sense. So many of the shops on Tonbu are food-related. Food nourishes, there is love poured into the process of creating a meal, of sharing it. You could argue that it’s similar with your plants, the care necessary to make them bloom and flourish, but it doesn’t feel the same. Flowers may nourish the mind, the aesthetic, but when the work they offer is physical, you’d like to replenish that energy in kind.

“If money isn’t an option—”

“It isn’t,” Sakura says, eyes snapping to yours, looking away when you smile.

“—then flowers will have to do. I’m assuming you guys would similarly turn me down if I offered to buy you a meal after helping?”

“Don’t waste your money on us,” he says again, stepping closer to the counter and allowing Suo to slip into the background. “That’s not why we’re offerin’ to help.”

Your chest warms, as do your cheeks, voice caught in your throat at his attention. Licking your bottom lip, you nod. “Alright, alright.” His shoulders drop with your exhale and you offer another smile. “Well then… When the busy season comes to a close and I’m no longer inundated with weddings, how about you two and Nirei come by my home? I can make you a proper meal and we can sit down and eat together then.”

While you’re not a chef by any means, you’re certainly no slouch in the kitchen. If they don’t go for this, you can craft them bentos until you feel you’ve repaid their kindness. Kotoha must know their meal preferences, right? But you’d be happier hosting them and sharing a meal together.

Pink crawls up his neck again at your proposition but Suo steps forward before Sakura can formulate a response.

“That sounds lovely.”

“Don’t you go speaking up for me!”

“You wouldn’t want to?” you ask, tilting your head. “It’s fine if you don’t. I—”

“Didn’t say I didn’t want to,” he grumbles, eyes flicking to you. “Just don’t like it when they speak for me.”

Leaning forward, you press your hands to the edge of the counter as a wave of fluttering ignites your heart, traveling to your fingertips. “Oh? So what do you say, Sakura? Would you come by my home and eat with me?”

His eyes are glued to you and his growing blush makes his gold eye all the more vibrant. “Y-Yeah, that sounds fine.”

“Alright!” Let’s look at my June so we can figure out a day that works for us all.” Grabbing the  date book from the shelving under the register, you pull the pen you used as a bookmark. The pages fall open, landing on the month view of June with ease. “Well, we can’t account for Nirei, I guess—”

“Don’t worry about him. I’ll make sure he’s there,” Suo says, stepping out from behind the peonies.

Sakura scoffs at the easy promise, though in disbelief or annoyance, you aren’t sure. Turning your attention to the planner, you hear the unmistakable tapping of a message, but when you look up again, neither of them has their phone out, seemingly focused on your book.

“Why’d’ya have so many weddings in these weeks?” Sakura asks, pointing to the second and third weeks. He balks at the bookings, two weddings on the second Sunday and the one wedding on the following Saturday.

“June is a popular month for weddings, and those days happen to be Taian. Most of these were arranged by my grandmother, but I’m not going to cancel because of a change in ownership. Add in Father’s Day and you have my busiest time of year.”

“And you’re doing this alone?” The concern mingling in Suo’s question draws your attention, allowing you to note the worried set of his brow.

“Grandmother is set to come back for some of the weddings, but, yeah, it’s just me. Honestly, I’m lucky that they all have staff willing to move the arrangements with the different stages of the ceremony and reception.” They likely arranged it that way when it was just your grandmother working the shop, not wanting to impose on a woman who’s past seventy. It won’t always be this way.

“It seems we met you at the right time, didn’t we?”

“Indeed,” you grin. “My saviors in more ways than one, it appears.” Even if they only help with one of the days, it’ll go a long way to ensure your survival.

Suo’s eye closes with his smile and Sakura seems largely unable to meet your gaze, instead pointedly focusing on your planner. As his finger comes to point out a day, you rotate the book so they can read everything planned.

“Other than this Friday, ‘m free.” His finger lands on your final Friday wedding, the smallest of the ceremonies.

Suo looks over his shoulder, similarly drawn to your planner. “That’s fine. I’ll be available then. I should be able to convince Nirei to come by and help with the Saturday wedding.”

Wait. “You mean to help all of those days?”

“Would’ve done the same for the ol’ lady. Doesn’t really make sense to not do the same for you,” Sakura sniffs, saying it so matter-of-fact that it steals your breath away momentarily.

Grandmother wasn’t exaggerating, it seems.

Heat claws its way up your neck, spreading across your cheeks at the quiet promise of his voice, and you turn your eyes down, staring at the point where Sakura’s hand rests on your counter. Taking in a deep breath, you try and swallow the sensation before pointing to the last Friday in June. It’s Tomobiki, not that you particularly subscribe to Rokuyou, but you can’t help yourself.

“This Friday would work well for me. Unless it’s a holiday, I typically take short days on the last Fridays of the month, so we could gather for lunch or dinner, depending on your schedules.”

“Hm. Fridays are tough for Nirei as he has club duties with his students in the afternoons,” Suo tells you, eyes intent on where your finger lands. “What about that Saturday?”

“Would that work for you, Sakura?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

Marking the date with a star, you pull out your phone and add it to your personal calendar (along with a note to check with Kotoha for meal recommendations). 

“It would be easier if we exchanged contact information, don’t you think?” Suo asks. Looking up, you spot his phone in hand.

“Yeah, it would. Especially given that I’ll be inviting you into my house in a month.”

He smiles, his tassel earrings swaying as he tilts his head. At his prompting, you give your information, watching with amusement as Sakura fumbles, almost frantically trying to get his phone out to catch it. As you repeat it for him, following the tapping of his thumb, your phone buzzes, as does Sakura’s. 

“What the—? Hey! Who said you could start a group chat?” he asks, looking over his shoulder in indignation.

“Nirei’s not here to do it, and it’s not like you were going to,” Suo answers simply. “Or is it that you wanted to message our dear florist one-on-one? A group chat won’t stop you from being able to do that, Sakura.”

Checking your phone as Sakura starts flustering, you read the message, two unknowns in the group awaiting introductions. One of them starts typing, and you know it to be Nirei simply by process of elimination (Sakura’s phone is clutched in his fist, and Suo’s has been put away). 

“This works great.” Shooting a message to the group to confirm that final Saturday, you start thinking of a flower that would encapsulate the mood of the day.

Their continued back and forth has you warming, has you wishing for friendship as orange draws your eye, tucked behind vibrant azaleas. You move without drawing attention—at least, not Sakura’s—grabbing two lilies without disturbing the rest. It’s not until you come up from behind them that they finish their childish bickering. 

“What’re these for?” Sakura asks, zeroing in on the alstroemerias.

“For you guys.”

“But we didn’t do anything.” That doesn’t stop him from accepting the flower when offered, from turning the stem between his fingers and admiring its petals.

“Must you do anything to deserve a flower?”

Suo thanks you as he accepts his, similarly turning it in his hand.

“Please,” you start, feeling juvenile for being so forward, “don’t be strangers. I’d love to get to know you all and consider you friends. Message me or stop by for… whatever.”

They both look at you, Suo’s smile turning gentle at your request while Sakura’s lips part, his eyes carrying some emotion you’re hesitant to read. It’s he who answers, giving you an earnest, Yeah, okay that covers both of their sentiments.

Relief comes easily at their quick acceptance of your candor. The shop phone rings, ending the interaction, and you’re left with that same lingering warmth from when you first met them as they walk out of your shop, offering similar goodbyes. 

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Alstroemeria/Peruvian Lily: Friendship, Devotion

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