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Shirabu Kenjirou was always a huge dork. Despite his cold demeanor and dry attitude along with a snarky personality, he is a hopeless romantic who loves studying and reading in his spare time (when he wasn’t fantasizing about his nonexistent boyfriend.) His roommate Kawanishi Taichi was always talking (sometimes complaining) about passing flings and whatnot, constantly asking Shirabu when he was gonna finally get himself a boyfriend. How could he? He was a broke college student who was studying nursing with apparently no social skills, much less a social life. In all honesty, Shirabu blames it on his gay panic. That’s all there is to it. He’s always experienced aesthetic attraction but never really felt a connection when being with them one on one. Well, not that he’s had much experience to talk about. So when he thought that he was getting regular pizza on a regular Tuesday evening, he had no idea what was in store for him.
Kenjirou’s stomach rumbles. Ah it’s about time for lunch. He was never keen on the idea of cooking but it didn’t mean he was bad, just lazy. If Kawanishi wasn’t gonna cook why should he be the one to do so? He dialed his phone to the closest pizza place in order to calm his hunger. After 12 minutes of ordering he hears soft knocks. Shirabu follows the sound in a lazy white t-shirt draping over the side of his shoulder, black sweats, and a long exhausted yawn. As he opens the door ready to dig in, he was surprised to see a tall man standing in front of him, leaving him with eyes wide open; brown eyes and light ash-colored hair with black tips, a soft gentle smile and adoringly tall height made Shirabu feel as if he was living in a romance book or something.
“Pizza delivery for uh.. Shirabu Kenjirou?” The boy asks while checking the name on the receipt. He’s hot.
Shirabu stares, I mean really stares. He intakes sight in front of him. Soft looking lips, his neck and collarbone who were exposed due to the unbuttoned purple and white polo uniform he was wearing (that would be much better adorned with love marks given by Shirabu himself), his beautiful rich brown eyes who are staring right back at-
Ah. He’s staring back. A sudden smirk appears on the man in front of him. Shirabu’s face flushes, catching himself in the act and rapidly speaking, making motions in the air like the fellow gay panicker he was.
“What are you staring at?” He growls, only until half a second later he realizes he’s the one who was staring. “Ah! Right! Delivery, yes yes. S-sorry, uh. Wait payment, right, dammit where’s my wallet? Kenjirou you idiot where’d you leave it this time?” He whispers shouts, though due to the stillness and otherwise quiet room it was very much hearable, making him embarrassed even further.
He frantically flaps his arms down his attire, making the waiting delivery man snort. Shirabu glares at him, face still blushing until he turns around and walks to the kitchen where his wallet ran off to.
“Ah sorry for the wait, here you go,” he says in his sudden everlasting stoic tone while handing over the intended money as if he wasn’t a mess 2 seconds ago, faint traces of blush still evident. Sure, he could have paid online and he could’ve avoided this situation, but his bank account was not looking so pretty these past few days (yes due to too much takeout) and all he had was spare change. What can he say, the universe has its ways to embarrass himself.
“Order again soon,” is all he says before adding, “Kenjirou~” while receiving the payment and handing him his order, giving him a wink before walking away. And left there alone, holding his probably already cold pizza in the empty living room was Shirabu. Maybe he should call again and order pizza to see his face again even though he just walked away. He fumbles his way to the sofa closing the door behind him. He plops down and grabs a pillow and starts screaming hysterically.
Yeah maybe it’s a little soon.
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“Geez okay Kenjirou! I get it! You find the delivery guy cute, stop reminding me every damn moment of the day! Grow a pair and ask for his number or something!”
Taichi was growing tired of the daily rants his roommate had about the certain mystery delivery boy. He hasn’t seen the boy since the possibly coincidental appearance that made them cross paths (despite his attempts of ordering again and failing due to his panic and fear of rejection), yet why has it been over a month that the brunette kept speaking of his crush? Maybe they should stop ordering pizza often and make real food.
He was growing tired of the unimproved situation, not only because he himself felt helpless when it came to the terms of love, but he felt a parental or brother-like instinct when seeing his friend pining over a man he doesn’t even know the name of as if he were still in high school.
“Hmph. You’ve probably never seen such incomparable and alluring pulchritudinous that it makes you surrender the possibility of ever finding someone to live up to those standards.” Can’t anything for myself though. You are out of my league Delivery Boy.
“Yeah yeah, whatever. Use words I’ll understand next time. Just talk to him and you'll be fine. The worst thing that’ll happen is he’s not interested and you don’t haven’t to face the embarrassment of seeing again simply by not ordering there.”
He winces at the fact that he may or may not have to stop getting delivery at his favorite pizza place. Unlike Kenjirou, who likes ordering there because of the faster delivery due to the approximate distance between their apartment and the shop, he quite deeply enjoyed their content and services. Yeah maybe they shouldn’t sacrifice their precious food. He also kept to himself the fact that the place wasn't actually that far away and the chances of running into him again weren’t that low, but he didn’t want Shirabu to know only for him to start overthinking again.
Shirabu sighed. He knew Taichi was right, he was just scared. Scared of rejection. I mean who wouldn’t be scared of getting rejected by a 5’10 hot dude that could certainly choke the hell out of you if he wanted- Okay that was enough for Shirabu today.
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“Shirabu, I ordered food for you, I'll be heading out for a bit okay?” A few days have passed yet nothing has changed, shocker. Taichi scoffs at the fact that his statement was unheard. Shirabu was preoccupied listening to his favorite western music, earbuds blasting and all. Taichi sighed in disappointment and frustration, then a sly grin came together his face.
He steps out the house while lazily closing the door behind him. He pulled out his phone and quickly texted a mutual friend of Shirabu and his: Tendo. The endless one sided pining and nonexistent progress needed to stop.
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Satori Tendo:
(3:07 pm) taichi ＿ | ￣ | ○ : heyy tendo-san!!!
(3:07 pm) tendo ٩( ᐛ )و: hey taichi! ( ＾∀＾) how are you?
(3:08 pm) taichi ＿ | ￣ | ○ : i’m doing good, thanks for asking i hope you’re doing well too
(3:09 pm) tendo ٩( ᐛ )و: i sure am! anyways i’m assuming there’s a reason you texted me? no offense but you never text unless you need something lol (・∀・)
(3:09 pm) taichi ＿ | ￣ | ○ : haha you got me. it’s actually about shirabu
(3:09 pm) tendo ٩ ( ᐛ ) و : oh no is he fine? is he alright? :;( ∩ ´ ﹏ ` ∩ );:
(3:10 pm) taichi ＿ | ￣ | ○ : yeah he’s alright. besides the fact that he’s lovesick with the delivery guy he’s been pining over for the last month and hasn’t made a move. *sigh* it’s getting annoying but i have a plan to push him a bit (and to get personal revenge) but i would need your help
(3:11 pm) tendo ٩ ( ᐛ ) و : of course i’ll help! anything for my kouhai! alright tell me the plan ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °)
Shirabu Kenjirou:
(3:27 pm) taichi ＿|￣|○: open the door for me and leave it like that, don’t ask questions i’ll tell u l8r
(3:28 pm) kenjirou 🧍 : k
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Shirabu was alone in the apartment, not that he noticed until he received the text from Taichi, waking him up from his own world. He noticed an incoming call, interrupting his music. He walks over to the door and opens it leaving it there quarters open for his roommate. Oh it’s Tendo-san. He answers the call suspiciously and immediately gets a warming hello.
[ tendo ] hello kenji-kun! how are you today!? ╰(*´︶`*)╯
[ shirabu ] hey tendo-san, uh what’s with the sudden call..?
He paces back and forth. sure, tendo always calls but something felt odd about this call. He couldn’t help but fill his head with distinct possibilities of what he would need. That was completely unreasonable of him however because it wasn’t a rare occurrence to see him panic over every call he receives, no matter the person. He shrugs it off, ignoring the nagging gut feeling he had in his stomach.
[ tendo ] What!! Can I not check up on my favorite kouhai?? T^T
[ shirabu ] yeah yeah whatever, anyways did you need something?
[ tendo ] *gasp* I’m offended you think of me that way! hhhh aNyWaYs~ a little birdie told me you developed a little crush~
[ shirabu ] Taichi that little shit-
[ tendo ] Now I was the one prying for more info~ anyways are you gonna tell me about him or will I have to find out once you introduce us?
[ shirabu ] T-tendo san! Don’t be ridiculous! I don’t even know his name...
He gets flustered, entertaining the thought of introducing the boy who consumes his thoughts in his spare time to his friends. He contemplates on whether he should spill his soft feelings for the boy he’s seen once or keep his pride, risking the chance that Taichi could possibly reveal even more than he already has. Suddenly sharing a few things with Tendo didn’t sound like a bad idea.
[ shirabu ] well I've only seen him once b-but he’s hot, like really hot, like he could grab my neck and choke me and I'd beg for more. And I could run my fingers through his soft, pretty hair. His voice is so enchanting too, deep and husky. Oh! i was listening to this song and it totally reminded me of him.
Tendo chuckles as he hears his younger friend rant (for the first time) about the guy he apparently had a huge crush on, despite contrary belief. Suddenly Kenjirou started singing. The strumming of his voice wasn’t the sweetest or most refined voice but it had this charisma that enchants those who hear it. Sure there were a few voice cracks here and there but who was he to sing perfectly without proper training?
[ shirabu ]
I get so lost inside your eyes
Would you believe it?
You don't have to say you love me
You don't have to say nothing
You don't have to say you're mine
Honey
I'd walk through fire for you
Just let me adore you
Oh, honey
I'd walk through fire for you
Just let me adore you
Like it's the only thing I'll ever do
Kenjirou is in deep thought while singing these lyrics made by god himself Harry Styles. ‘Him and his stupid wild hair and brown eyes that seem like they look into my soul and god those lips I wanna kiss them so badly, and those hands and body just-‘
Before Shirabu is able to continue his train of thought, he hears a knock on the door. Leaning against the frame was the man he was dedicating the song to about a few seconds ago. he was wearing a smirk (of course he was), that stupid hot smirk that he just wants to kiss right off. And then it hits him. Oh. He (probably) listened to his self proclaimed terrible singing (maybe even ramblings) about him as well because the universe finds its way to make him embarrass himself. Oh .
Shit.
Maybe the universe has nothing to do with how he embarrasses himself, he just does that to himself.