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pt. 2 pt. 1
filipino!daisuke juarez x fem reader
note: 4 days of writing and thinking of what should happen lol. nakilig ako sa pag gawa neto so like I hope u guys get kilig din sooo (ay conyo pala to) also... SELOSO DAISUKE?? halaaaa
“ang tahimik mo, y/n,”
your best friend, said as she leaned against the desk beside yours during lunch break. her eyebrows were raised, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.
“may tinatago ka ba saken?”
you looked up from your notebook, confused. “ha? wala? why would there be?”
she smirked, tilting her head toward the door where daisuke had just walked past, carrying a basketball and grinning at his friends.
“hmm, wala lang. just wondering if it has anything to do with a certain someone who’s been glued to your side lately.”
you rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool. “hays, don’t start. daisuke’s just… he’s just around a lot, that’s all.”
“just around, huh?” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“because to me, it looks like he’s around you, specifically. like, a lot.”
“nakakainis sya, okay?” you said, slamming your notebook shut.
“he’s always bugging me, cracking stupid jokes, and acting like the world revolves around him. bat ko naman yun magiging crush??”
“mmm,” your friend hummed skeptically, resting her chin on her hand.
“it’s just funny how you’ve been smiling a lot more lately when he’s around. and don’t think i didn’t notice how you waited for him to walk home together yesterday.”
“i wasn’t waiting for him,” you insisted, your cheeks heating up.
“he just… he always shows up at the same time. it’s not like i’m gonna tell him to go away or something.”
“aminin mo na gusto mo sya.” your friend said with a grin, poking your arm.
“hinde ah!”
you snapped, shoving her hand away. “seryoso, tigilin mo na yan.”
she shrugged, still smirking. “whatever you say, y/n. but don’t come crying to me when you realize i’m right.”
“you’re not right,” you muttered, standing up to throw away your trash, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach.
over the next few weeks, daisuke continued to find his way into your daily routine. he’d sit next to you during lunch, walk with you after class, and sometimes even show up outside your house to challenge you to a game of basketball—though you always lost, to his endless amusement.
“you’re improving, y/n,” daisuke teased one afternoon, tossing the ball back to you.
“but you still kinda suck.”
“shut up," you shot back, panting as you tried to catch your breath.
“i’m just… letting you win.” he laughed, that bright, carefree laugh that always managed to get under your skin.
“yeah, sure. whatever helps you sleep at night.”
you rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. there was something about the way he looked at you, the way he treated you like you were the only person in the world when he was talking to you, that made your chest feel tight.
one night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, your friend’s words came back to haunt you. you so like him.
“mm, di naman.." you whispered to yourself, but the memory of daisuke’s grin, the sound of his laugh, and the way your heart raced whenever he was close made it hard to believe your own denial.
“wait.” you muttered, burying your face in your pillow.
“maybe i do like him.” you kept your feelings to yourself, confiding only in your friend, who reacted with a smug
“sabi ko na ga eh.”
“but you’re not gonna tell him?” she asked, leaning across the table during lunch.
“no way,” you said firmly.
“it’s not like he likes me back. malandi lang yun.”
mae raised an eyebrow. “uh, no? he’s not like that with everyone. just you.”
“whatever,” you said, brushing her off, though her words stayed with you.
the next time you and daisuke hung out, everything felt different. you couldn’t meet his eyes without feeling like he could see right through you, and every little thing he said or did seemed to make your heart race.
“okay ka lang?” daisuke asked one day after school as you walked home together.
“tahimik mo.”
“yeah, i’m fine,” you said quickly, keeping your eyes fixed on the ground.
he stopped walking, grabbing your arm gently to make you look at him. “are you sure? you’re acting weird.”
“i’m not acting weird,” you said, your voice a little too high-pitched.
“you’re just imagining things.”
“huh,” he said, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he let go of your arm.
“if you say so.”
you continued walking in silence, the tension between you almost unbearable. every time he looked at you, your cheeks burned, and you couldn’t stop wondering if he could tell how you felt.
later that night, as you replayed the day’s events in your mind, your friend’s voice echoed in your head again. just tell him already.
“no way,” you muttered to yourself, clutching your pillow tightly.
“i’m not ruining this.”
but deep down, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe daisuke felt the same way.
the next few weeks turned into a full-blown show of daisuke’s affection. it seemed like he had one goal in mind: to make sure everyone in school—and especially you—knew how much he liked you.
it began subtly, or at least, as subtly as daisuke could manage. he started sitting with you and mae during lunch, his tray always loaded with food he claimed he couldn’t finish.
“y/n,” he’d say, sliding a cup of coffee or a bag of chips toward you.
“sayo na to.”
“bat mo pinapakain yung tira mo saken, daisuke??” you said the first few times, pushing the snacks back toward him.
“tira? binili ko to para sayo!” he’d insist, grinning as he shoved the food back in your direction.
eventually, you gave up fighting him, though you made sure to roll your eyes every time. your friend, meanwhile, watched the entire thing with a knowing smirk, her eyes darting between you and daisuke like she was watching a rom-com unfold in real life.
“he’s so obvious,” she whispered one day as daisuke laughed at one of his own bad jokes, clearly trying to impress you.
“he’s just being annoying,” you muttered, though the heat rising to your cheeks said otherwise.
“sure, y/n. keep telling yourself that.”
the real chaos began when daisuke decided to involve the entire basketball team in his efforts.
during a practice game, you and your friend had stopped by the gym to return a book one of your classmates had borrowed.
as you were walking past the court, daisuke spotted you.
“y/n!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the gym.
you froze, already dreading whatever was about to happen.
“this one’s for you!” he yelled before taking a shot from half-court. the ball swished perfectly through the net, and the gym erupted in cheers.
the team clapped him on the back as he jogged over to you, grinning like he’d just won a championship.
“ano yun?” you asked, crossing your arms.
“just showing off for my favorite girl,” he said, leaning in slightly.
you pushed his face away with your hand. “hay nako daisuke.”
“and you’re cute when you’re mad,” he teased, winking.
your friend, standing beside you, let out a low whistle. “he’s really laying it on thick, huh?”
“don’t encourage him,” you muttered, but your heart was beating just a little faster than usual.
another time, he took things to a whole new level.
you were walking home with mae when daisuke pulled up beside you on his bike.
“oh? ano nanaman?” you asked, stopping in your tracks.
“offering you a ride home,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“and i brought you this.”
"ano yan?”
you asked, staring at the stuffed bear he crafted made to look like you.
“ikaw. creative, diba?” he said, grinning.
“now hop on.”
“you’re unbelievable,” you muttered, but you climbed onto the back of his bike anyway. your friend gave you a pointed look before waving and walking off in the opposite direction.
“hold on tight,” daisuke said, glancing over his shoulder with a teasing smile.
“just don’t crash,” you replied, gripping the back of his shirt.
as he pedaled down the street, he started humming a cheesy love song, earning a groan from you. “stop that!”
“what? i’m setting the mood,” he said, laughing.
“kainis,” you said, but you couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto your face.
as daisuke’s gestures grew more exaggerated, so did your classmates’ reactions. they cheered him on at every opportunity, shouting things like, “go, daisuke!” and “she’s totally falling for you!”
“they’re so embarrassing,” you said to your friend one day, watching as daisuke performed a dramatic bow after handing you yet another bouquet flower during lunch.
“they’re not wrong, though,” your friend said, smirking.
“shut up.” you said firmly, though the way your heart fluttered every time daisuke smiled at you suggested otherwise.
it wasn’t long before daisuke’s boldness reached its peak. "court. pagkatapos ng klase.”
he said one afternoon, casually leaning against your desk.
“why?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.
“you’ll see,” he said, winking before walking off.
against your better judgment, you showed up at the basketball court later that day. daisuke was already there, holding a bouquet of flowers and a small box.
“ano to?” you asked, crossing your arms.
“just a little something to show you how much i like you,” he said, holding out the box.
inside was a necklace with a key charm on it.
“seriously?” you asked, your voice softer than you intended.
“you don’t like it?” he asked, feigning a pout.
"what's the heart necklace you're wearing?" you stared at the heart necklace he was wearing that had a keyhole in the middle."
"it's matching. kasi na sayo ang susi sa puso ko."
you blushed, completely ignoring what he said.
“i.. i guess it’s… nice." you admitted, slipping the necklace on.
“it looks perfect on you,” he said, his grin widening.
“you’re such a show-off,” you said, but your cheeks were burning.
“only for you,” he said, stepping closer. “so, am i winning you over yet?”
“don’t push your luck,” you said, but the smile on your face
told him everything he needed to know.
from then on, daisuke’s efforts became even more over-the-top. but no matter how much you rolled your eyes or scolded him, you couldn’t deny that his antics had started to grow on you. and judging by the way his grin widened every time he saw you, he knew it too.
the chaos started when a new transfer student arrived. he was tall, good-looking, mestizo, and immediately popular with your classmates. the guy had this smooth confidence that made everyone gravitate toward him, including you—at least, that’s how daisuke saw it. from day one, daisuke had his eye on him.
“who does this guy think he is?” he muttered to your friend during lunch, glaring at the new student as he laughed at something you said.
“ay, seloso ka pala?” she teased, nudging him.
“ako? seloso?” daisuke scoffed, though the way he was gripping his utensils showed otherwise.
it didn’t take long for the new guy to start getting a little too friendly with you. he’d sit next to you during lunch, walk with you between classes, and even offer to carry your books. daisuke watched all of it with growing frustration.
one afternoon, as you were packing up your things, the new guy appeared at your desk.
“hey, y/n, wanna walk home together?” he asked, flashing you a charming smile.
“ah, uhm..” you hesitated, glancing over at daisuke, who was pretending not to listen but was very clearly eavesdropping.
“kasama nya ako.” daisuke cut in, slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking up to you.
“i didn’t know we had plans,” you said, raising an eyebrow.
“we do now,” daisuke said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
the new guy looked between the two of you, his smile faltering slightly. “well, maybe another time then.”
“yeah, maybe,” daisuke said, his tone sharp as he grabbed your arm and led you out of the classroom.
“what’s your problem?” you asked once you were outside.
“my problem? what’s his problem?” daisuke shot back.
“walking around like he owns the place, trying to steal my girl.”
your eyes widened. “your girl?”
“you know what i mean,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
“no, i don’t. care to explain?” you asked, crossing your arms.
“wag na nga,” he said quickly, avoiding your gaze.
you sighed but decided not to push him. “you’re so weird sometimes, daisuke.”
over the next few days, the rivalry between daisuke and the new guy only escalated. daisuke started showing up earlier to class just so he could sit next to you before the other guy had a chance. he started carrying your books, offering you snacks, and even walking you home every day, no matter how much you protested.
“you don’t have to do all this, you know,” you told him one
afternoon as he handed you a bag of your favorite chips.
“yes, i do,” he said firmly.
“why?”
“because he’s not gonna win,” daisuke said, his eyes serious.
“win what?” you asked, genuinely confused.
he didn’t answer, but the look on his face said it all.
things came to a head during a school event. there was a basketball game, and daisuke was playing. you were sitting in the stands with mae and the new guy, who had conveniently found a seat next to you.
“daisuke’s really good, huh?” the new guy said, leaning closer to you.
“yeah, he is,” you agreed, your eyes on daisuke as he dribbled down the court.
daisuke glanced up at the stands and immediately spotted the two of you. his jaw tightened, and his movements on the court became more aggressive. he stole the ball from an opponent, dribbled past two defenders, and scored a three-pointer, all while glaring at the new guy.
“he’s showing off,” your friend whispered, smirking.
“he always does that,” you said, though you couldn’t help but smile a little.
after the game, daisuke found you by the bleachers.
“enjoy the game?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes searching yours.
“yeah, you played great,” you said.
“thanks,”
he said, his lips curving into a grin. then he looked over at the new guy, who was standing a few feet away. “you heading home?”
“yeah, with—”
“she’s with me,” daisuke interrupted, grabbing your bag and slinging it over his shoulder.
“ha?” you said, narrowing your eyes.
“tara na,” daisuke said, ignoring your glare as he started walking away.
“he’s unbelievable,” you muttered, following him.
as the weeks went on, daisuke’s gestures became even more exaggerated. he’d bring you flowers, carry your books, and even buy you snacks from the canteen, all in front of your classmates.
“he’s so dramatic,” you said to mae one day as daisuke handed you a rose during lunch.
“he’s cute, though,” your friend said, smirking.
“he’s annoying,” you muttered, though the small smile on your face said otherwise.
one afternoon, daisuke finally confronted you.
“y/n,” he said, stopping you in the hallway after class.
“what now?” you asked, crossing your arms.
“can we talk? alone?”
you hesitated but nodded, letting him lead you to an empty classroom.
“look,”
he said, running a hand through his hair. “i need to say something.”
“okay…”
“i like you,” he said, his voice steady. “i’ve liked you for a while now, and i’m not gonna let some random guy take you away from me.”
you stared at him, your heart pounding. “daisuke…”
“you don’t have to say anything,” he said quickly. “just… think about it, okay?”
before you could respond, he walked out, leaving you standing there with your thoughts in turmoil.
as much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t ignore the warmth spreading through your chest. he likes you too???? (malamang?? tf 💀)
