loser!shinichiro who trips over his own feet the first time he lays eyes on you.
man straight up collided with a lamp post, rubbernecking to stare at you.
claimed it happened in a fight.
loser!shinichiro asks everyone for advice on how to 'woo' a woman, even stooping as low to ask mikey n his buddies.
(they're just as clueless)
loser!shinichiro fumbles hard when you enter his bike shop, almost swallowing his tongue.
you giggle, eyes crinkling at the corners. his knees buckle.
loser!shinichiro bravely musters the courage to ask for your number.
you give him a fucking riddle instead.
a game of hangman—cruel and unusual punishment—challenging him to unscramble the ten digit number to contact you.
shin gives himself a tiny bald spot from pulling his hair out.
loser!shinichiro who nearly gives up entirely, losing count of the attempts he's made. thousands of texts, calls, no results to show for it.
snagged an old lady—unwillingly.
loser!shinichiro who gets ripped on endlessly by wakasa and benkei about how god awful he is with women.
betting that you gave him a string of random numbers.
wakasa later lost 7,390 yen to benkei.
loser!shinichiro whose heart stops when he hears your voice, airy and haunting. spinning in circles to locate the source.
there across the street at a bakery, dress billowing in the breeze—in all your ethereal beauty, drawing him in like a magnet.
his feet carry him to your side, you crack a smile. soft. genuine. liked you'd been waiting for him.
(you do. it's the opening line of your vows at your wedding.)
loser!shinichiro shuts you up with a kiss. hard and demanding. sweeping you off your feet.
and not a soul believes him when he says he finally got a girlfriend.
until you walk in; make a beeline to shin, grab his collar to kiss the daylights out of him. everyone's eyes bug out like they just witnessed a meteor strike the earth.
(he's still saved in your phone as 'that one weirdo')
kunaiiikittennn 𖹭 i hate this man so much ᝰ.ᐟ
