One shot au
•One who creates random shits x One who keeps those shits.
[A/N]: non-believer [Name]
You and Shuntaro had been friends for long that you don't remember the date when the two of you had become official besties, as you would like to call him, just for the sake of annoying him.
His parents surprisingly approved of you, considering how much of a burnt out child you were, but well, they agreed.
Some people think you are dating.
You like giving random things like origamis, trinkets you've done, sometimes food that you made, in an unpredictable moment, without any occasion. What solidified their suspicion, is that Chishiya takes everything you give him.
No one had even seen him throw even one, away.
May it be food that you got from vending machines, he meticulously put its cleaned packaging in his collection of the things you get him, and it always makes your flustered when you see it on his room.
When people ask you if the two of are indeed dating, you'll counter it with, “Dunno, ask him.” “[Name] knows the answer.” or “What do you think? Come on, guess.” leaving the nosy people pissed off.
You two didn't bother to clear things about your relationship with Chishiya. You had no labels, no stopping you or him from testing things with other people.
However, no one between you tried to find partners. You prefer each other.
You gave him a piece of paper with your doodled face in it, with a speech balloon telling him if you can eat his food, since he looked like he doesn't want to eat it.
He folded it and put it in his pocket, he looked at you and tauntingly smirked.
“No, I'm sooo hungry.” he monotonously said, but he didn't touch the food. “Such cruelty to take a poor man's food.”
You pulled his hair then shook him lightly. He grinned, winning the petty challenge of actually annoying you.
“I'll burn your crispy hair, just you wait. Sleep with your one eye open.”
“Or better just sleep with me.” he didn't react when you harshly tugged his hair for the last tike.
You dramatically gasped, suppressing the humorous smile from slipping out.
“How dare thee ask this devoted believer of Kami, to surrender their purity? I am undergoing the journey of being a sage, touch me not until I am at my thirtieth.”
“You're a non-believer.”
“Oh ye. My bad.”
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“So, sleep with me?”
[A/N]: Thank you for being this far. Thank you for all the votes, hearts, and kudos that you've given this fanfiction. You are special in my heart, thank you for staying.