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you're just one of the girls that shinichiro desperately confessed to
at least, that's what you keep on telling yourself
in reality, shinichiro is genuine with his feelings. he doesn't just confess out of the blue. there would always be a reason why he chose to confess
he's not a playboy if that's what you think. if perhaps the girls he's confessed to would reciprocate his feelings, then he would treat them the way they truly deserve
like with you, someone he can finally call his girlfriend, he would spoil you with gifts
tell him about that thing you've been saving up to buy and he'll be looking into his 'for her' savings (it's something he came up with at the moment because that shit you want is expensive as fuck). tomorrow you'll have it in your hands with a very proud and internally dying shinichiro beaming at you. you, of course, know how expensive it was so after questioning– interrogating him in such a sweet manner with smiles and daisies, you strictly told him not to spend so much money for your sake
"you shouldn't have gotten this for me, shin." you would frown, telling him how you were saving up to buy it anyway. however, he would boyishly rub the back of his neck as he grins at you like he has a hidden agenda, "you looked really excited to have it so i told myself that if i buy it for you, i get to see you with your face lit up. and it didn't disappoint, i love seeing you happy, y/n"
whatever you need, he'd get it for you. need a hand while cooking? he'll put an apron on and take the initiative to cut the vegetables. when you forgot the folder that contains important papers for work, he'd leave the shop to the twelve-year-old inui seishu, who was there to watch him work, and speed ride his motorbike home then to your workplace
"w-why are you here? i told you that you could bring it during lunch…"
"my baby needs her adult stuff, i'm just here to deliver"
he receives a smack to the head as your face burns red seeing a co-worker overhear your conversation outside. "don't say it like that! it sounds so dirty!"
he would shower you with love
when you want to be babied, you tell him and he drops everything. he kicks his friends out and closes the shop to wrap you in a very comfy and warm blanket to embrace you and feed you with your favorite food, leaving kisses on your face and neck and snuggling with you
if you're feeling insecure about the new clothes you bought, shinichiro would look at you in awe. he'd notice right away that you're wearing new clothes and instantly, the praises would spill from his lips. he'd blabber– praise you non-stop and compare you to the moon and stars, something absolutely cringeworthy yet sweet until you tell him, with a burning face, to stop. he's a pretty obedient lovestruck guy but that doesn't stop him from giving you one last praise before he kisses you and looks you in the eye to say "you look absolutely perfect"
he so fucking loves you
but when he's on the receiving end? poor boy can't even function
"hey shinichiro"
"yeah, baby?"
he's working on some papers for the shop with a pen in hand and an unlit cigarette hanging on his lips. it's one of those nights when your mouth doesn't have a filter and the moonlight shining from the window makes shinichiro appear more handsome than usual. you can't help but make it known to said person
"have i ever told you how beautiful you are?" he chokes on his own saliva
"such a beautiful man with a charismatic personality"
he sits there with wide eyes and mouth gaping like a fish. he doesn't know how to respond when you're suddenly so frank like this
"have i told you that i love you today? if not, then i love you shinichiro. i really do" his breath hitches in his throat, warmth spreads through his body and his heart feels like it's about to burst out his chest
he's felt this so many times already but damn it, every time it happens, it's like falling in love for the first time all over again
"i never really noticed, but i really am lucky to have you. out of all the girls you've confessed to, i got to be the one to witness you like this and it's… kind of hard to believe"
he gawks at you. your words don't process immediately because– what are you talking about?
"c'mere" he stretches his hands for you to take, pulling you to his lap and wrapping an arm around your waist, "what's so hard to believe?"
you reach a hand up to his cheek, "this. you and me together. there were so many before me who had the chance to be with you and yet they rejected you. i don't understand why they don't see you the way that i do."
shinichiro usually likes to boast about himself, especially in front of a girl. if a girl was to be the one to compliment him, then he gets so flustered and all giddy his ego would inflate before he flirts with them
but with you? he can't even utter a word out
his hands tighten around you and you can see him struggling to speak out with how he tried to say a word only to take a gulp and look at you in astonishment
he says your name in his mind. he chants it. the only coherent thought he has is you
"i don't understand how they can't see this charmingly loving man who goes out his way to make someone happy be so amazing~ isn't that right, shiiin?" your arms wrap around him and you bury your face between his neck and shoulders, giggling like a fool in love it's tickling him
"b-baby, don't do that" shinichiro's face is burning red in fluster yet his hands wraps around your body and pulls you in, giggling and kissing your cheek as you run a hand through his hair and smothering your face in his neck
you're nothing but a cringe couple with the sugary sweet adoration spilling from your lips and him humming in fondness for he still can't get words out of his mouth