[Above is the English Translation] ^^^^^

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[Below is the Japanese Translation] vvvvv

>< Finally did an Enstars Card Edit of my Self-Insert!

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[Below is the original card image] vvvvv

[With Japanese Text/Chat Box. I do not know who is speaking in that second image, so I whiten it out for the edit!]

(Custom banner I made, yippee. I'm sorry its 12AM, and im a bad writer)

☆If you don't want to read it, don't read it☆

☆please be nice to me and everyone in the self-ship community☆

Below is the fic: (it's not too long, hopefully!)

Genre: Fluff 💜

Self-Ship: Subaru X Toast (my self insert)

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Walking through the small cafeteria of Cinnabon. As Subaru heels bounced with every step, his orange hair bounced as he gently hummed on his way towards the glass counter, displaying the meals for the day. Although today wasn't a meal per se, it was dessert hour. As he smiled, he was thinking of the sweets from various cakes and cookies. While waiting to grab his treat, which was a small sugar cookie, the sugary part was colored orange, and he added a bunch of star sparkles candies. He gazed over at a lone table where Subaru saw her, his favorite producer: Toasty. She sat nearby in a table, her dark brown hair tied in a loose ponytail, as her work suit was neatly a pleasant dark navy blue. Happily humming, he stepped towards the small table. Toast seemed to be staring at her phone, not noticing him standing before her. His light blue eyes reached her dark brown ones. He spoke, bubbly and cheerfully.

"Ah, haha! Heyo, Toast-senpai!☆"

The woman softly jumped at her name being mentioned. She raises to adjust her black framed glasses, her eyes darting down to the table and Subaru's eyes. She spoke softly, not wanting to speak too loudly since they were in a cafeteria. She placed her phone beside her, paying all of her attention to the oranged-haired idol.

"Ah, Hey there Subaru-kun. What you doing here? Grabbing a quick snack?"

"Yeah! I saw that there were some yummy looking cookies and I need something to keep my energy up!☆"

Toast chuckles softly, cracking a soft smile. As Subaru sat onto the chair as he grabbed the brown paper bag, as he smiled and giggled of pure excitement of seeing Toast, he always knew he was always warm and bubbly to everyone even to strangers. He was especially proud of being that way. Even if his other unit members would find it a bit overwhelming. He pulled out another sugar cookie, making his intention to share the treat. His cheeks slightly rosen in tone as he gently soothes his voice to add to it. His eyes softened and swirled with warmth. He gently reached out his hand, holding the cookie closer to her hand.

"Hehe, Toast-senpai, I happened to have some extra cookies. Do you want one?. It would make me, very happy if you can have one."

Toast's face reddens, almost taken aback by the offering. As her palms start to sweat, she's had that as a nervous habit that she's always had.

"Ah– you want to share some of them with me? How thoughtful of you! You're too sweet. I get I'm technically your producer, but you don't have to be extra nice to me, you know?"

As his face softens, unexpectedly, he reaches over to her closed hands as he gently clasped them, intertwining them with his. Subaru hums as he smiles while embracing his hand in hers.

In a spilt-second reaction, Toast pulls away her hands as her face is a bit red. She quickly stammers out.

"S-Subaru! M-My palms get sweaty when I'm nervous, so d-don't!—"

Subaru eyebrows raised slightly, as he looked at Toast, puzzled slightly.

"...you don't want me to hold your hand? Because of that habit?"

"Yes, exactly..."

"I remember you telling me that, when we were at Yumenosaki...Hehe, it was at the Halloween festival☆ I remember that!☆"

As Subaru lips curved into a grin, softly reaching out to her, despite the habit. Regardless of the reason, Subaru always wanted her to have a smile on her face. His eyes glistened as he hummed softly. All he wanted was to ease her worries and that regardless of the burden she carried by being his producer. He wanted to share the burden, just like the sugar cookie he wanted to share and part with her.

"I'm not letting go, you know?. Even if you slip away from me."

End

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