(Taishiro Toyomitsu x GN!Reader)
🌼This fic is part of my 4K Special🌼
Debrief: the flower box on your balcony breaks only to land on a pro hero.
Case Notes: thank you so much for your order, @smashley351 !! I was so excited to write this one. I hope you enjoy it!
There was a very specific sound that preceded disaster. A metallic creak. You frowned, watering can halfway tipped over the overflowing petunias lining your apartment balcony, “…Huh.”
You glance to either side of your wooden flowerbox, looking for the source of the offending sound. Then there’s another creak. Then a sharp snap.
Your eyes widened, your body quickly turning to try to set the watering can down as you realize what’s happening, “Oh no.”
The flower box lurched forward, “Oh no, no, no, no!”
You lunged for it. Your fingertips brushed damp wood for exactly half a second before gravity made a very compelling argument sending the planter to disappear over the railing.
There was one impossible moment of silence.
Then the impact of the flower box echoed loud enough to make your stomach drop, “…Please tell me that landed on a parked car.” You muttered softly to yourself as you leaned over to check.
A cheerful voice floated up from the street, “…Well! That’s one way to brighten somebody’s patrol.”
You froze, yelling down, “I’m so sorry, wait right there!”
By the time you reached the sidewalk, nearly tripping over your own shoes in your rush downstairs, a small crowd had already gathered.
Your flower box had exploded spectacularly. Potting soil covered the pavement. Purple petunias had been reduced to tragic confetti.
One geranium sat upside down in the middle of the crosswalk like it had accepted its fate of being ran over by a passing car.
Standing in the center of the floral crime scene was none other than pro-hero Fat Gum. His bright yellow hero costume was dusted with dirt.
A daisy clung stubbornly to one shoulder. A trailing vine had somehow wrapped around his arm. A single pink blossom rested neatly atop his blond hair, his hood having fallen off during the whole kerfluffle with the florals.
He looked like spring itself had punched him. The crowd was already laughing, people with their phones out recording as he politely guided the crowd back with humor.
“Oh my god!”You skidded to a stop in front of him, “I’m so, so sorry! Are you okay?!”
Fat Gum looked down at the crushed remains of the planter. Then at you. And just as he opens his mouth to answer your question, he forgot every language he’d ever learned.
That was the first coherent thought his brain managed. Pretty eyes. Pretty voice. Pretty person currently apologizing so quickly you were running words together.
“…Fat Gum?”His sidekick nudged him from behind, dark hair and white cowl as he quietly talks to his mentor, “You’re staring.”
“I am?” He asks, golden eyes still on you as he speaks to his sidekick.
“For, like… twenty seconds.”
“I’m so sorry!” you repeated, gesturing helplessly toward the battlefield of flowers, “The brackets must have rusted out! I was watering them and they just…” You mimed an explosion, “… Dropped.”
Fat Gum finally remembered he was supposed to respond, “Oh!”
He laughed, waving off your apologies, “No worries! Honestly, I’ve had worse.”
“I got hit by a vending machine once.”
“It wasn’t even during patrol.”
Despite yourself, after getting over the initial shock, you laughed and Taishiro was certain his heart did a backflip.
He looked up toward your balcony, “I’m sorry about your flowers. I can fix that.”
“I’m right here and offering.”
You sighed, head tilting a bit as you looked up at him, “… You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“…Your flower box is dead.”
The wood crumbled between his fingers. One side simply… detached. There was no saving the pitiful thing after a three story fall.
You nodded solemnly, “I was emotionally prepared for that.”
“The flowers…” he continued, pulling plants from remaining soil, both of you looking at the wilted casualties, “… Unsaveable.”
There’s a couple beats before he grins again, wide and bright, “…Wanna go buy a new one?”
You looked up at him, “What?”
“You absolutely do not.” You say, confused by his continued offer of generosity after being attacked by your wooden planter.
“You were the one who got hit.”
“And now I’m helping. I am a hero after all. It’s like the whole point of my job.”
“You really don’t have to.” You try once more, sighing as your lips quirk into a soft smile at the sight of his bright one.
“I know.”He grinned, “I want to.”
The garden center smelled like fresh soil and warm sunshine.
You wandered between rows of colorful blooms while Fat Gum, Sorry— Taishiro, he informed you— followed with one of those oversized rolling carts. Every time you admired a flower… It mysteriously ended up in the cart.
“I’ve always wanted climbing roses.”
“Oh! These little daisies are cute.”
You finally noticed, once the cart started looking like a small field of wildflowers, “… Taishiro.”
“…How many flowers are in there?”
He looked, making a face in thought as he looked, “A few.”
“There are at least twenty.”
“…Twenty-two, actually. I counted.”
You laughed so hard you had to lean on the shopping cart, trying to no avail to explain why this was so unnecessary for your little apartment.
He decided then and there that making you laugh might actually be his new favorite hobby.
By the time you reached checkout, you reached for your wallet. Taishiro gently pushed your hand away, “My treat.”
“I can’t let you buy all of this.”
“I really can’t— I should be buying you something for attacking you with my old planter—“
He’s not listening to your argument though, handing over the appropriate amount of yen to the cashier.
“…Do you do this for everyone who accidentally hits you with planter boxes?”
“Hmm…” He pretended to think, agrin spread across his face, “Nah.”
You tilted your head, unsure of what he was going to say next, “Normally I just take my dates out to dinner.”
Heat rushed into your face, your breath catching. He scratched the back of his neck, “I gotta admit though…”
His smile turned wonderfully sheepish, “This is a nice change of pace.”
For a heartbeat, neither of you spoke. Then you glanced down at the overflowing cart of flowers before looking back up at him, “… So… Does this count as our first date?”
Taishiro’s smile could have lit up the entire greenhouse, “I sure hope it does.”
The cashier quietly pretended to be very interested in scanning a bag of potting soil, smiling to herself as she watched the beginning of what was probably going to be one very happy garden.
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