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"So how did you meet Murasakibara-kun anyway?"

Momoi's question made your eyes lift to the purple haired giant.

You rub your head with a bashful look.

"That's a pretty crazy story. "

~Flashback~

"Himuro-chin, I'm hungry!"

Atsushi's whines about food was something he'd long gotten accustomed to. They were strolling through a park, about to head to a food store now it seemed. Himuro was about to ask the male what specifically he wanted to eat. Both males lifted their heads when a body came hurtling from over the gate. A female jumped over. Himuro was impressed at the jump. You'd gone right over both of them, landing on your feet. You straightened, eyes glancing back as you took off running.

A few people parted, possibly staring at the scene as well.

"Come back here!!"

The yells of three guys followed and they growled from the other side of the gate.

"She's heading for the main road, we can cut her off." One of them yelled. They diverted into different directions.

Himuro wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but it couldn't have been good. He didn't feel right just walking away.

"Atsushi."

He was about to say something. But the thoughtful look on Atsushi's face caught him by surprise.

He didn't have to say anything, Atsushi was already heading in the direction that the girl had taken off in. He smiled, following him.

"I guess snacks really aren't all he thinks about."

He took off, hopefully in time to stop any disasters from happening.

~~~

"Dead end, ready to pay for what you did." you huffed, turning around at the males. All three of them were grinning.

"It's not my fault you're a bunch of perverts. It was obvious that the girl wasn't interested in you three trolls."

"Trolls!"

The leader of the three gritted his teeth.

"I'll give you something to talk about." Your eyes scanned your surroundings. He was walking towards you slowly, most likely a taunt. You'd run into an alley.

"Three against one hardly seems fair. "

They all turned the voice that spoke.

Atsushi's size had caught them off guard.

"Damn it he's huge!"

They didn't seem as confident anymore.

"Now just walk away and maybe we-"

Himuro's words were cut off when you jumped forward, kicking the first one square in his face. He tumbled to the floor unconscious at the force of the hit.

"A-Ano..."

Himuro wasn't sure what to do now. He really had planned to deescalate the situation. But your actions might have made it worse.

"You bitch you think you can-''

You dashed, using the wall to pivot forward, spinning around, you kicked the male. Knocking him backwards. He feel back with a shout. Meeting the same faith as the first.

Before his friend could intervene, you dropped low, kicking his feet right from under him. He fell back with a yell, groaning as he landed right on top of his other two friends. You could hear the moans of pain, and Himuro just gaped. They were in a crumpled heap. Lifting your head, you dust off your pants.

"That's what you get for messing with women."

Your laughing under your breath.

"Idiots really thought they could take me."

It's only when you fully look up that you notice the other two.

"E-EH!"

You backtrack. Himuro blinks at your stunned expression.

"Did she just notice we were standing here?"

Himuro stepped forward. "I have to say, I didn't see that coming. You're pretty strong." He smiled, and you blushed.

"Oh my goodness you're gorgeous!"

He laughed, and you covered your face.

"I can't believe I let these beautiful strangers see my violent side. I'll never get a boyfriend!!"

You were sulking, and Himuro couldn't help but chuckle at the change in atmosphere.

"I'm Himuro Tatsuya, and this is Murasakibara Atsushi." your eyes shift to the other guy.

Doki Doki!!

His eyes run over you lazily, and it makes you a little nervous. You look down with a nod.

"N-Nice to meet you I'm (F/N) (L/N)."

Himuro couldn't help but find it cute.

"It appears when she isn't fighting she's awfully shy."

Himuro turns to Atsushi to ask a question, but stops himself at the look in his friend's eyes. It's not much different from the look he wears on a daily basis, but he's known him long enough to pick up sudden hints. There's a spark of interest in Atsushi's eyes.

"We're about to have a meal, after such a workout surely you're hungry."

You want to deny, because you've thoroughly embarrassed yourself enough. You don't want to do anymore damage.

"Let's get going (Y/N)-chin." you blink.

"He's addressing me so casually!!"

Color returns to your cheeks, and all you can do is obey.

"H-Hai.."

A hell of a meeting indeed.

~Flashback End~

"I guess I should expect that by now. You always seem to get into fights." Momoi laughs.

"It's not my fault there are so many idiots out there." You retort. This particular day, you're all just hanging out at Akashi's place. Eating, talking, having fun. Riko walks over with a drink in her hand.

"What are you two talking about?"

She asks with a smile while taking a seat. Your gaze is still somewhat focused on Atsushi.

"Nothing.."

You answer wistfully.

Thank you so much to @vanilla-daydreams​ and @theuglycrybaby​ for doing this. I’m actually so excited to see the content that will be posted every day for the next week. So excited.

I’ll be posting pairings with x Reader since I don’t want to do any of the OTP ships dirty, I love them too much! 

Anyway, so yes, Day 1 Prompt: 

Chocolates/I don’t remember having these many hickeys, but I don’t mind. 

Here’s a MuraxReader rendition with both prompts included! Hope you guys like it :)

It starts off as a tradition at first. It’s how you two became acquaintances. Then friends. Now, lovers.

He’d stepped on your foot, and being the giant that he was, it hurt. And because he was who he was, he’d offered you one of his snacks as a consolation. It happened to be your favourite, and all was forgiven instantly.

It was only a coincidence that you both happened to attend the same school. How you found out also happened to be pure coincidence, although you’re not sure how you ever went without noticing him with his height and long, purple hair.

The day you both met, you’d accidentally splashed him with a bucket of dirty water from classroom clean-up duty. How were you supposed to know a giant was napping under your classroom window?

That bright head of purple hair was the first thing you recognised immediately, and you’d apologised before running to your bag for a similar snack to offer him. It had been the new special flavour that had only been released a couple of days ago, and he looked starry-eyed at it before devouring it.

After that, you’d taken care not to pour the bucket out of the window, and you’d stick your head out to greet him every now and then. He would bring snacks. You would too. You’d join him sometimes when you finished early, and the both of you would pool your snack pile in the middle and rate your favourites before sharing them.

You used to hate the ones with seaweed, but he’d managed to bring you over to the dark side. And ever since you found out that he had a weakness for candy and sweet pastries, you’d saved up to buy him extra when you found out when his birthday is.

His smiles were rare, but his eyes would light up whenever you appeared, with or without snacks. On the days you were empty-handed, he’d have a pile of snacks waiting to show you.

If you really think about it, you’re not sure when you both start being friends, let alone something more. It happened around Christmas when you’d both made plans to eat at the all-you-can-eat buffet. He’d been talking about the dessert menu for weeks.

There was ice cream after, and you’d been so full you hadn’t been able to finish yours. Of course, Atsushi was going to finish it for you. But he’d wanted to try the taste first.

And he had.

It had been a flurry of snow and ice, and you’d been so busy making sure your hair wasn’t blown into your ice-cream that you really should’ve noticed the large shadow leaning closer.

He’d swooped in, lips warm and tasting like caramel, that it didn’t register to you what he’d done until he’d offered you a taste of his ice-cream as consolation.

Since then, it’s become your thing. Whenever you had your disagreements and he said something that crossed the line, there would be a snack taped to your desk the next morning at school. Or your mailbox. Or your front door.

But it wasn’t limited to disagreements.

The morning you woke up with bruises lining your jaw, and texted him a picture of you wearing a conspicuous scarf that went up to your chin, you’d found your favourite mochi set taped to your desk.

It was an odd system you two had. It was all strangely quantifiable. But you loved it, and you loved the man that came with it.

Although he never said as much, Atsushi did too.

It was your thing, and no one else could even guess at what it meant if they were asked about the mysterious appearing snacks on both your desks some mornings.

So, this morning, when Atsushi finds a box of chocolates on his desk, his first reaction is confusion. And that confuses his classmates as much as what he does next.

He opens the box and counts the chocolates. Then he smiles, and eats one before stuffing another and another into his mouth.

When Tatsuya shows up, and thank God he does, because no one else dares question the purple giant about his daily snacks, he asks the question everyone has on their minds.

“Morning, Atsushi. Are those chocolates from your girlfriend?”

Melted chocolate is smeared on the corner of his lips as Atsushi nods.

Tatsuya smiles. “They look good.”

“They are,” the purple-haired boy answers. “There’s even a lot. But I’m not sure why. I don’t remember having these many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”

A hush settles in the class as those around them hear his reply.

Tatsuya’s eyes widen, and there's a faint flush to his cheeks when he answers, “Um, Atsushi. I’m not sure if this is relevant, but it’s Valentine’s day today.”

There’s a moment of pause.

"(Y/N)-chin."

Atsushi's call catches your attention. You looked over, only to notice Himuro smiling your way.

"I was just about to take my leave."

You nod.

"Hai, have a safe trip home, Himuro-san."

"You as well." He sends a wave, heading towards the intersection.

Adjusting your bag, you're about to start walking again, but Atsushi takes a hold of your shirt.

"Hmm? What is it? Are you hungry again?"

"(Y/N)-chin is acting weird." you sigh.

"Am not. I was just thinking about something. "

"What is it?"

He looks down at you, that very same look in his eyes. It's never been easy for you to read him. Aside from when he's playing basketball, you can't gauge anything from him.

"It's nothing you have to worry about." You pull out of his hold, continuing your walk.

"Are you in love with Himuro-chin?" you pause, body tense. Turning slowly, you stare at him.

"W-What the hell kind of question is that!!"

"Back at Akashi's, you kept staring at Himuro-chin." He sounds bored, and you bite down on your lip. Not only was he dead wrong about who you'd be shamelessly watching, but he's completely unaffected by it all. How could he ask something like that in a casual tone.

"That's not what I'm really upset about though."

He doesn't look troubled by it at all. It sort of hurts. You would have hoped for maybe a tinge of jealousy, anything that would give you just the slightest idea that your feelings were returned. But it's clear that it's merely a fantasy on your part.

"Guess I was stupid to think he'd care about something like that."

You're a bit agitated now.

"Even if I was, it's none of your business." Your grip on the bag tightens, and you don't even offer him a glance.

"It's getting late, I'll miss the train if I don't leave now. See you later." Atsushi watches as walk away, and his eyes lower to the floor.

"Why him, of all the people why did it have to be him?"

Himuro is one of his best friends. You are also someone he cares about, but he isn't sure he can handle seeing you and Himuro together. Smiling, laughing, kissing. He grits his teeth, fist tightening.

"(Y/N)."

The call of your name without his usual manner of address makes you stop.

"What is it Mura-" you grunt at the sudden collision. He's hugging you, and you just stare. You're standing in the middle of the street for goodness sake.

"H-Hey!"

You're no where as tall as he is, so your face is gently tucked into his chest. Your blush darkens when you feel his hold become just a little bit tighter.

"What does he have that I don't (Y/N)?"

Your eyes widen at his tone. For once he sounds legitimately annoyed, and it has nothing to do with food or basketball.

"What are you.." you finally look up at him, and the crestfallen look on his face makes your chest tighten. He looks almost heartbroken.

"Atsushi..."

This has to be a dream.

"We both play basketball, and attend Yosen. I'm a guy, just like Himuro-chin. So why did you have to fall for him and not me."

Your eyes grow wide at his words. His fingers brush your cheek, and you open your mouth, but words refuse to follow. Atsushi's amethyst orbs lower to your lips. When you realize, you try to pull out of his hold.

"W-Why are you doing this!" you close your eyes, trying to move away.

"Isn't it obvious?"

You peek up, and this time he's wearing a smile. It makes your pulse increase.

"I like you (Y/N)-chin."

You'd like to say you saw this coming. But that would be a lie. There was no indication that Atsushi had feelings for you. At least none you'd seen.

"You...do?"

"(Y/N)-chin doesn't believe me." He is wearing a childish pout, and you stammer.

"I-I'm just surprised that you...that we.."

It's crazy that he thought you felt that way for Himuro. He wasn't the one your eyes always followed. Who made your heart beat like it would fly right out your chest. Caused those little happy daydreams in your head. Atsushi took up so much space in your heart. You didn't think it was possible for him to be so blind to your feelings, but it appears you were both just really bad at reading between the lines.

"I..like you too.." you admit softly.

"Neh, say it properly. I can't hear you. "

"This is embarrassing."

"I LIKE YOU IDIOT!"

"That's cruel (Y/N)-chin."

You fold your arms, and Atsushi is smiling.

"You'll have to be punished for being so mean (Y/N)-chin."

"Punished?"

His hand slips behind your head, and you blush when he pulls you closer.

"C-Chotto-mpmh!" your mind goes blank, because you're positive you aren't imagining Atsushi's lips pressed to your own.

"H-He's kissing me!!!"

Your fingers twitch.

"His lips are so soft."

You can still taste the sweets he'd eaten not long ago on his lips. You slowly close your eyes, leaning forward as you melt into his arms. His arms wrapped around your body feel so heavenly. This feels like a dream, one you'll have no problem indulging in. The second he opens his mouth, you feel your knees go weak. You tighten your hold when his tongue glides over your lips. You shudder.

"I need to taste you (Y/N)."

His desperate tone does wild things to your body. Your lips part, and he takes the opportunity. You're usually not this bold. You're still standing in the middle of the street. This was definitely indecent.

Yet, it felt like heaven. Atsushi's hand moves to your lower back, and you let out a soft moan when his tongue takes control. He's shockingly really good at this. You're pretty inexperienced, so it's not hard to figure out who has control of this situation. It feels like an eternity before he pulls back. Your chest heaves, and you do your best to gather your breath. Atsushi sounds similarly winded, but he sends you a devilish smirk.

"Looks like I found my new favorite snack (Y/N)-chin."

You flinch.

"I'M N-NOT FOOD YOU OAF!!!"

An interesting development indeed.

~Omake~

The doorbell rings, and Himuro moves to get it.

Opening the door, he stares in surprise at his two friends.

"Ohaiyo Himuro-chin."

Atsushi is the same as usual. Although he had invited the both of you over, he didn't expect you to show up together. Especially holding hands.

"O-Ohaiyo." you speak with flushed cheeks. Himuro's smile widens.

"And here I had a perfectly strategic plan to get you both together. Now I suppose I don't have to."

"E-Eh!!! You knew!"

"Hai. You stare at Atsushi the same way he looks at food."

"I do not!!"

"Hmm, has (Y/N)-chin been staring at me all this time~"

There's a teasing to Atsushi's tone, and it just makes you that more embarrassed.

"H-How can I not." you mumble, looking away. Himuro chuckles at your honesty, and Atsushi pats your head.

"(Y/N)-chin is adorable."

"STOP TREATING ME LIKE A TEDDY BEAR I'M YOUR GIRLFRIEND YOU BIG TREE!"