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littlewriterfullofwords · 3 months ago

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Non-stop coffee

Parring: Murayama x Reader (Todoroki's sibling)

Summary: You love coffee and Murayama knows that.

Warnings:

A/N: Hello. This piece is dedicated to @rawinia, I hope you like it! I don't know if it's romantic or interesting enough, but I hope it's okay. Let me know what you think!

The paper cup disappeared into the abyss of the bin on the pavement as you walked past it on your way to the Oya High. Why were you going there? Well, you wanted to visit your brother, Todoroki. It's been some time since you spent some sibling bonding time together, and today looked like a great day to do so. Also, meeting other students of Oya High was a nice idea.

Finally, you reached the school's well-known building, and a smile crawled onto your lips immediately. This place always brought back nice memories and gave you a feeling of comfort; it felt like home even though you weren't here very often. It also taught you how to fight, thanks to your brother being a pain in the ass during training, and you didn't expect to use your skills so soon, but a person attacking you from the right quickly changed your mind. You brought your arms up to your face to protect it and quickly attacked back. You aimed for the person's nose, but it didn't end well, your wrist got closed in someone's grip and slightly twisted, making you hiss. But you knew you didn't have much time to contemplate over your pain, you had to think and fight. You quickly estimated your chances and kicked the person's knee, making them bend and fall down onto the painless leg, and then you left a shoe print on the chest. The impact of the attack caused them to fall onto their back while breathing heavily.

"Okay, stop." You heard Furuya's voice and the fighting frenzy evaporated from your body, leaving you clueless and confused, but proud deep inside. "I get it, you are good."

"Can't say otherwise." You chuckled and helped the man get up from the ground. "You know that attacking me is never a good idea."

"I do." Furuya nodded and dusted himself off. "But Murayama still thinks he can take you in a fight. But still, he's sending us every time you come here."

"Coward." You joked, knowing perfectly that the leader of Oya High was listening, as he always was. "How have you been?"

And a conversation with a vice-leader went on as you two walked towards the center of the school, where everyone liked to hang out. The moment you crossed the entrance, you were greeted warmly by everyone present and literally pulled by the arm to sit with them. Have I mentioned the feeling of home? Yeah, that's how you felt with all those people around.

"Do you guys have a kettle and hot water?" You asked out of nowhere, making everyone look at you in silence.

"Sure we do." Said Seki and got up. "I will bring it in a moment."

And he disappeared.

You chuckled at his behaviour, but you kinda got already used to that. Everyone in Oya treated you with respect and even a slight amount of fear, and all that because you were Todoroki's sibling. Okay, not everyone, Murayama was an exception. He wasn't scared of you, he was intrigued, as he liked to say. That's why he was hiding from you whenever you were around.

"There you go." Seki came back with a mug full of hot water and handed it to you with a smile.

You thanked him with a nod and reached into your pocket only to take out a bag of instant coffee. Under the supervision of the Oya student, you poured it into the mug and waited for it to melt.

"And again, you and your coffee." Todoroki came in and looked at you with disappointment in his eyes, but you smiled at him and took a sip of your drink.

"You should be used to that already." An unexpected voice answered before you could say anything, making everyone turn towards the opened window on the second floor. "You are siblings."

"Murayama." Todoroki rolled his eyes but didn't look at the leader, his eyes were focused on you. "Mind your business. And you....let's go."

Your eyes moved from your brother to Murayama, who was still hanging by the window, half of his body outside the building, his eyes watching you get up and follow Todoroki inside. His eyes focused on your coffee and watched it disappear with you in the building. The moment he lost you from his sight, he turned to Seki and raised an eyebrow. The leader had a plan...and a request.

Two days passed from your last visit to Oya High and you again were heading there. For what? Another meeting with your brother, this time to prepare a gift for your mother's birthday. You had a basic idea but wanted to talk it over with Todoroki.

The moment you appeared by the gate, Furuya greeted you with a mug of coffee in his hand that he immediately handed to you.

"Wow, thanks." You said with a smile. "Why, if I may?"

"You like it, right?" You nodded, the warmth from the coffee started to spread through your body. "We want you to feel comfortable here."

"Thank you." A smile appeared on your face, and you slowly walked to your brother's room.

It was a kind gesture and definitely made you feel welcome here.

"Quit smiling." Todoroki greeted you with an emotionless expression. "It's just coffee."

You rolled your eyes at his words, but didn't listen to him, a smile stayed on your lips as you two started talking about the present.

After around 40 minutes, someone knocked at the door, and with permission, they came in. It was Seki with a mug of another coffee for you. Saying you were confused and happy at the same time wouldn't be enough to describe what you were feeling. It's true, that you finished your previous coffee 5 minutes ago, but no one could possibly know about it. At least that's what you thought. You had no idea that Murayama was watching you from the window on the other side of the square, waiting for you to finish your coffee, only to send someone to bring you another. That was the plan he created two days ago.

After two hours, you decided to leave. Todoroki and you planned the gift and everything around it, so you were quite confident about it. During those two hours, you received coffee 4 times, always 5 minutes after you finished the previous one. It felt as if someone was watching you, but you couldn't find them.

"Leaving so soon?" While you were leaving, Murayama's voice stopped you midway.

"Yeah. We are done talking." You explained softly and looked at the leader who was sitting on the couch in the square. "Why?"

"Just asking." Yoshiki got up and stretched, then looked at you with an instant coffee in between his fingers. "What's so good about it?"

"It's tasty." You explained. "And warms me up."

"There is only sugar inside." Murayama threw the bag over his shoulder and hid his hands in his pockets. "I don't know how can you drink it. It's awful."

"I like it." You shrugged but smiled a moment later. "So you tried it."

"Not because I wanted to." The black-haired man rolled his eyes. "I had to see what's being used in my school."

You slowly nodded, a quiet hum left your lips as you watched Murayama avoid your eyes. You chuckled at his reaction but didn't say anything. Furthermore, you started to connect dots that it was him, who sent you coffee, but for now, you decided to keep it to yourself.

You might think, it was just Oya High being kind. Unfortunately, or fortunately, it wasn't that. Since your first visit to the school, whenever you met one of the students somewhere out, they gave you an instant coffee bag. Every. Fricking. Time.

"Murayama!" You decided to talk to the guy about the coffee issue.

"Me?" The man opened the door to his office and greeted you with a smirk.

"Yes, you." Without a warning, you walked into the room and immediately froze in place.

The room was filled with the boxes of your favorite coffee that you had been receiving, stored by the wall. It was more than you could comprehend.

"You....you bought it?" You turned his way and immediately noticed his smirk. "All of it?"

"Yeah." He nodded proudly. "But don't think it's because of you. The others like it too. They liked it before you."

You smiled and walked up to the window only to see that Furuya and Seki poured your favourite drink on the ground. It was too sweet for them, you could read that from their expression.

"Sure." You nodded and looked at Murayama who was watching you. "Let's say I believe you. Thank you for taking care of me."

The man only rolled his eyes and shifted in his place as if he was hiding something behind his back. And you were curious.

"What are you hiding?" You asked and walked up to him to look at what was on the counter behind him.

"Nothing." He moved to the side to cover the thing, and when you stepped the other way, he followed. "Go away."

"Show me." You insisted and tried to look over him, your hands rested on his shoulders while you lifted yourself on your toes. "Please."

"Go. Away." Murayama rested his palms against your shoulders and pushed you away from the counter.

But he didn't realise that by walking away, he opened the space behind him and exposed the thing he was hiding. The bouquet of flowers standing in the vase appeared in front of your eyes as you two walked away from the furniture making you gasp in admiration.

"Are those for me?" You asked carefully, as if scared of mistaking the situation.

"Yeah." Murayama tried to sound, and act, nonchalant when he handed you the flowers but your giggle caused his eyes to soften and cheeks turned pink. "But if you tell Todoroki, I will kick you out of here and never let in again."

You smiled widely and before leaving, you kissed Murayama's cheek. The flowers in your hands added some colour to the Oya's building as you walked through the halls with a smile. Your eyes were shining as if the miracle happened. For you, it wasn't a miracle but the happiest day. The flowers made you forget why you came to Oya today, the anger left your body and you left the school with happiness and this warm feeling in your chest.

And Murayama? He was watching you leave through the window in his office with a mug of your favourite coffee. He took a sip and immediately spit it out. Too sweet.

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onlyrains · 10 months ago

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Halo!! Can I request a yuken x sachios's bestfriend? Where yuken really likes the reader and tries to make her notice but the reader is oblivious, so yuken had enough and confessed to her! Thank youu!! I love your works so much! ♡♡

a/n: hi!!! thank you for requesting! this was spontaneous and i hope you like it! and also thank you so much for loving my works, that means a lot!❤️

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[11:23am]

—t/w: kissing, harsh words

to have a complete, supportive, and rich family is a biggest blessing, you always thought. and that is not something you're blessed with.

luckily for you, god have sent sachio as your best friend as a redemption to it.

you met him in middle school as a classmate until one day you helped a little girl crying on the side of the road who turns out to be his sister, you two become a best friend.

you know from the deepest part of your heart, he's one of the people that you're going to keep forever. he's just too good to be true as a best friend—or even as a human in general. you won't forget that day when he offered you to live in his big big house because your work is nearer from his place than yours. so that you can walk everyday and save up more money to give to your parents.

little did you know, he also feel very grateful to have you as his people. you know who he is and never be judgmental about it even though you never understand a bit. he is the reserved type of person yet so many burden on his shoulder and you never hesitate to lend yours whenever he needed without adding more pressure to him.

both of you just so thankful to have each other and always keep things below the limit so the relationship is stable to say at least.

living in his house is such a grace because the amount of working maid here is enough to make you only minding your own business. and that time when his friends visiting is the only time you were out of your room because the maids won't complain when you're helping at this particular moment. at least, you have to serve the guests, right?

the more you socialize with them, the more they feel like a friend to you too. especially that one friend, who visit more frequent lately, yuken. like you know him enough to say that he is a good guy although his cocky attitude often inviting an eye roll from you. but seriously though, they usually come in a horde, but why this odajima yuken come by himself for two weeks in a row now?

“is there a problem?” you ask bluntly as you put a welcome drink on to the table.

yuken staring at you for a few seconds before taking the drink calmly. the eye contact lingers.

“yes.”

“really? but sachio haven't home since yesterday. is that something serious?”

“you sounds like his mom.” he chuckled.

“no, i'm not.”

“yes, you are.”

you frowned. his tone shouldn't be sounds so playful in such a precarious situation, right?

“you better call him, yuken.”

“i can take care myself.”

“huh? then go? why are you still here?”

“did you just throw me out? this isn't even your house tho?”

ouch.

he is always like this. annoying, cocky, even flirty, and overall a menace. you still trying to get used to it as his attractiveness keep making you forgetting it. you do admit he is damn attractive—like, annoyingly attractive.

you inhaled deeply before got up. “just call sachio. i'm sorry i can't be here with you now, need to take care a couple thing,”

he rests his back on the sofa. heart thumping like crazy contrary with his demeanor and smirk on his lips.

“the problem is here, sweetheart.”

oh, you wonder does he always did this to other people? this is not the first time you heard this from him but you aren't familiar with pet names so it is always make you feel something.

“what do you mean? am i the problem?”

“you are.”

huh?

“i heard you doing an amazing job at work,” he scoffs. “but why not this one?”

you came back to the sofa and sat closer to him this time. confusion and anger etched across your forehead. “what are you trying to say?”

“did you receive the daisies? the coffees? the bento? the—”

“wait what?”

yuken let out a soft giggle seeing your face processing everything these past few weeks.

“so those were for me?”

“who else?”

“and—FROM YOU?”

“who else?”

“oh.”

shame on you, girl. really. you thought it was for the company by using your name as the receiver. so you gave most of them to your co-worker.

“is it enough for me to call you stupid?” yuken grins while take your chin up to met his eye.

you really want to punch the shit out of him but that is just your cheap way to get away from this embarrassing situation and that's not nice at all.

you sighed and trying to back away but his fingers was faster to catch you up, no other option for you except to move closer, making his face is just inches away from yours.

“yuken—”

“shhh. i don't think you got the point, blossom.” his thumb caresses your cheek like it's the only thing they do. feels so familiar and comforting.

but shit. what is he talking about?

“huh?” you murmur while your eyes wandering his face like the answer is hidden there. the second your eyes laid on his forehead, you catch a small dried leaf hanging on his hair, causing your hand to reach for it in a blink.

“where were you—why is it so dirty?” you said absentmindedly.

yuken stared intently before laugh it off to hide the racing blood inside him. he put his head on your shoulder while still laughing and now your blood turn to race to your cheeks while feeling his warm breath fanning your neck.

your body freeze as realizing this is the closest distance you ever get with yuken—even a guy. you do lend each other shoulder with sachio sometimes. but not in this face-to-face position even after he grabbed your chin twice. this is too intimate and you can barely breath.

“w-why are you laughing?”

“are you always this oblivious? like are you trapped into a spell or something?”

“i'm not—”

“i think i know why,” he adjust his position and take your hand in his. “i only do this to you, stupid. do you think it's such a habit for me to send everyone those things at work? no, right? do you see me as someone like that?”

you shook your head.

“that's right. so what is the reason?” he waits to let you think, to stop denying the thoughts you have in mind since almost two months ago, to stop feeling afraid of affection you may receive, to stop arguing with the voice in your head.

your grip in his hand got tighter as you found honesty and sincerity in his eyes that don't usually sparkling.

you nod twice. “i just stopped denying.” you say innocently and yuken can't help but ruffled your hair.

“ah, how cute.” he chuckling.

“but is it true—i mean, why? how?”

he clears his throat shakily. “it is true. i just can't resist everything i feel for you these past few months. the more i see you whenever i'm here makes it harder everytime to go without stealing you with me. you're just… i don't know. i like everything in you.”

you watch his lips move effortlessly for every word he said. he was just being spontaneous and you can see that. it was still genuine though, you can feel it. it is the first time you see him on his nerves while shaking subtly.

“thank you.” you say.

his eyebrow rise in unison. “what do you mean by thank you?”

“for everything you feel about me and everything you gave? it's more—”

“and?” he cuts, impatient.

“you don't accept rejection, do you?” you laugh.

“you're right, i don't. it's the first time i feel this kind of feeling and emotion—i even let those bald jerks making fun of me when i come—”

you decided to shut his ramble with your own mouth. it was just a peck but then his hand placed on your nape to pull you closer. he tilt his head for a better access and his lips hugging yours just perfect. your hands squeezing his shoulder as the heat escalated in your body. a knot forming in your stomach when he refused to pull away.

“i-i can't breath.” you say when you finally manage to broke the kiss and both of your forehead still stick together.

he’s breathing heavily, eyes still glued on you. “does that mean we are…?”

“yes.” you say confidently. succeed to let your first guard down. “we're dating.” you cringed a bit.

a mischievous smile appear in his lips. “oh? i was about to ask you are we going to get married?”

“huh?”

“yuken, are you serious?”

“no.” he grins. you were ready to throw hands but he held it back first then closing the gap between you again. he even take off his glasses this time.

“you know why sachio not here since yesterday?”

“no.”

“because i told him not to.”

you gasp. “how dare you?”

“he even advised his sister to stay at her friend's house today.” oh, that cocky tone again. “guess i'm the boss now. thanks to you.”

“god, so they know?”

“everyone are already know about my feelings, silly. you were the only one who oblivious.”

“oh? i'm sorry. let me make it up.”

“how?”

“is this enough?” you kiss him again and pull away a few second later, deciding to let your mischief side arise since you were also wanting to do that for a long time now.

“no.” he kisses you, deeper this time.

“yuken, that's enough.” sachio's low voice echoed causing you to push away your-new-boyfriend and his back meet the end of the sofa roughly.

yuken squeaks loudly. “fuck you sachio. i just got abused in the first ten minutes of my relationship.”