#yurikosinterlude

can you write a drabble of megumi fushiguro and the reader enemies to lovers??

cw: {enemies to lovers, academic rivals to lovers, fluff, kind of spicy (?)} wc: 700

megumi fushiguro hated your guts. it wasn't really unlike him to feel this way towards people, it seemed he hated everyone except for his friends (yuji is debatable). megumi's hatred for you, though, was...different. he couldn't get you out of his mind, he'd stay awake at night because even the mere thought of you made him so upset that he couldn't sleep.

you were perfect. perfect from your grades to your cursed technique, so in your mind, it was natural for megumi to be intimidated by you.

you decided to use this intimidation to your advantage, teasing and pushing every button that megumi had, and then putting on your usual innocent act when confronted by him.

megumi was at his limit. he had grown sick of your little games. you thought you were so funny, didn't you? you probably thought that capitalizing on his aversion towards you would make him crack, but this only fueled every negative feeling he had towards you. he was gonna find out every little thing that made you tick.

from that point on, megumi was silent around you, but he stared at you like a wolf ready to tear apart his prey. this was when he noticed things about you differently, the way your hair always looked perfect, like you had spent hours on it in the morning, the way your eyes looked in the afternoon sunlight, even the way your nosed scrunched up when you laughed.

but he had to focus on the task at hand, he had to get you to be the one to crumble, he had to see you defenseless and at his mercy. how he would do this, he didn't know.

it was a sunny afternoon, a cool breeze complimenting the sight of trees filled with orange and red leaves, and the smell of pumpkin spice flooding the classroom. you stayed inside while everyone else played in the leaves, doodling trees and different plants you saw from the open window by your seat at the front of the classroom. you didn't even notice megumi walk in with a slight devilish grin plastered on his face.

megumi had finally figured out how to push your buttons, he was gonna start by 'accidentally' spilling a hot latte over your sketchbook. (he couldn't think of any better ideas) you finally notice megumi walking towards you, a cup from the café across the street in his hand.

"is that for me?" you ask, taking out one airpod from your ear. "how sweet of you!" before he can even attempt to tilt the cup over your drawings, you take the cup out of his hands, and start to sip the coffee little by little. "so what did you come to talk to me about?" you ask, taking out your other airpod. "I-uh..huh?" megumi stammers, did he want to talk to you about something? if he did, he definitely forgot. "actually, I have something to say first." you say, turning your gaze to the black loafers you wear with your school uniform.

"I..I like you megumi. I have for a long time, and I know you have some like one sided beef with me, but I just want you to know that I don't feel negatively towards you at all.."

what. now this definitely wasn't what megumi was expecting at all. he stands there, in shock, unable to form sentences. "I- er- um.."

"oh my gosh, do I have to do everything?" suddenly, you take megumi's face and smash your lips onto his, spilling the latte all over the classroom floor. the taste of pumpkin spice and cinnamon still decorating your soft, plush lips.

just as megumi is about lift his hands up to your hair, you abrputly end the kiss. "I-I'm sorry" you say, picking up your books and bolting out of the classroom. megumi stands there, still frozen, attempting to process whatever the hell just happened.

just then a voice breaks the silence, "what..was that..?" it was yuji, nobara right next to him, both in almost as much shock as megumi.

"I...I don't know..."

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a/n: HI GUYS! I'm fairly new to drabbles, so sorry if this is really long for a drabble (╥_╥)

'Beautiful Stranger'

{ guitarist oc x singer!male/gn reader }

{ summary: while picking out vinyl records during one of your monthly trips to your local record store, a strange interaction causes you to leave with more than just records~ }

{ cw: none }

{ tag(s): fluff, strangers to lovers }

{ 🌿: stands for y/n}

{🎸: guitarist oc

{ wc: 700 }

{ a/n: hey everyone! i'm writing this drabble so that you guys can get like a sneak peek/preview of how I write and stuff before i release my actual first fic/story! hope you guys enjoy! }

ANYWAY would you write hitoshi shinsou as a frat guy and reader as someone who is apart of the honor roll for me THANK UUUUUUUUUUU HEARTS HUGS AND KISSES ><

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HIII TYSM!! AND YES OFCC!!!

⋘ brain-dead 👾 hitoshi s. ⋙

pairing: fratboy!hitoshi shinsou x honorroll!gender neutral reader summary: two presidents, one game of "seven minutes in heaven", and one very annoying ex boyfriend. cw: college!au, mentions of alcohol, profanity wc: 1.5k words nawt proofread! T-T

'why did I even come to this..?' was the only thought you had in your brain as the sounds of people laughing and talking mix with the edm playing from the incredibly bass booted speakers. you stood in a corner of the ridiculously crowded living room, holding a red solo cup filled with whatever the hell was in that punch bowl. this was one of alpha delta phi's "famous" house parties you always turned down invitations to. you weren't here out of choice though.

you were recently elected class president after tenya iida resigned and took your place as class secretary, and the other members of the student council thought it would be a good idea for the president to explore more of the activities that the student body of U.A. university partook in, and to your misfortune, attending one of these parties was at the top of the list. although you had an aversion to the parties they hosted, you weren't unfamiliar with the fraternity itself.

you had a very public relationship with one of its most popular members, eijiro kirishima in your first year of college. he was attractive, yes, but also incredibly stupid and hyper-focused on his masculinity, which ultimately led him to breaking it off with you because your relationship didn't make him feel "manly enough". whatever that means.

since then, you've avoided relationships and the fraternity all together. but all that avoiding was for nothing seeing as you're standing in the exact same building, on the exact same date your hatred for this organization was born two years ago.

you take a sip of the unknown drink only to immediately spit it out. 'gross.' you head to what seemed like the kitchen and scanned around for a diet coke or something to keep yourself sane for the next two hours you had challenged yourself to stay.

while searching for something actually drinkable, you notice a tall figure in the corner watching you. he held a cigarette in one hand, and a red solo cup in the other, routinely taking a puff of the cigarette or a sip of his drink. as you subtly inch closer, you make out his features. he was tall, but no taller than 5'10, he had messy, wavy indigo hair pulled slightly back in a backwards cap. he wore a black sleeveless shirt and some khaki shorts, typical for a frat boy.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." you say to the figure, pouring a can of soda in a clean cup. he chuckles, taking another puff from his cigarette. he steps closer, coming into the light. he had prominent dark circles under his eyes, made visible by the light. he appeared slim through his shirt, but his arms were muscular and really defined. this must be one of those "sleeper builds" everyone talks about. you continue to examine this strange man when suddenly, he clears his throat.

"now you're staring." he says, slightly smirking. he looks you up and down, analyzing you. "why haven't I seen you before?" he asks, this time throwing his cup in the trash and continuing to take puffs of the cigarette. "I don't normally come to parties." you say, taking a sip of your soda, "I was kinda forced to this one." you explain your situation to him, telling him about your challenge from the student council to stay at the party for at least 3 hours to "mingle" with the student body at this, according to your words, "stupid party". "damn." he says, "class president, huh, you're y/n l/n then, right?" puff. "I've heard a bunch about you, people don't seem to like you very much." puff. "I guess my reputation precedes me." you say, filling up your still half full cup with another can of soda. "on the topic of names," sip. "what's yours? maybe I've heard of you." sip. "hitoshi shinsou." says the purple-haired boy. shit.

unfortunately for you, hitoshi just so happened to be the newly-elected president of the fraternity after the former president graduated your freshman year. hitoshi was also the one in charge of throwing the parties hosted on campus grounds.

"I am so sorry oh my gosh. I promise I don't mean what I said about the party, I-" "It's fine." he chuckles, "I hate parties. I didn't even want to be the one in charge of them, I'd rather be in bed watching tiktok or something." hitoshi said, which sent a huge wave of relief over you. "Is that why you're not out there with the rest of your brothers partying like an animal?" you said, pouring yet another can of soda. he chuckles again, "yeah I'm not really the people type, and besides, all these guys do is just hump on each other and think it's hot." you laughed at this.

it's funny because it's true. come to think of it, the night you met kirishima, the first thing you saw was him twerking on his friend denki. "I wasn't planning on going back out, but I will if you join me." you offer, kind of happy you found someone normal at this stupid thing. "fine." he says, "but, you have to play at least one game with me." puff. "deal." you say, and you both walk to the crowded danger-zone of a living room.

games? did they play games at things like this? you'd always pictured college parties to be a bunch of people groping each other and pouring alcoholic beverages all over the place. it brought you some comfort to know that they played games. monopoly maybe?

you walked into the living room, where a bunch of people were sat down criss cross apple sauce in a big circle. perhaps duck duck goose? no. it was a stupid game with a misleading name. "seven minutes in heaven", bullcrap. it felt like hell. the moment it was your turn to spin the bottle, it just about landed on kirishima. if it weren't for some angelic force that inched the bottle a little over, you would've been seriously screwed. instead, it landed on...hitoshi?

you didn't think that hitoshi would be the type to kiss a random person he'd met, so you were fine being trapped in a room with him for seven minutes. immediately there were "ooohs" and "aaahhs" from the rest of the people in the circle, and your face started to feel hot. hitoshi suddenly grabs your hand and runs upstairs. his hands were cold, slightly bigger than yours, but his grip was firm. he opened the door to a room and locked you both inside it.

the room was nice, there were LED strip lights decorating the tops of the walls. they were purple, like hitoshi's hair, as was most of the decor of the room, so you assumed it was his. you sat down on his bed, analyzing the room. he sat down on a black and purple gaming chair, his arms behind his head, and his eyes closed. "now, we wait." you couldn't help but stare at him, his arms, he really was built.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." he said, eyes still closed. "whatever.." you scoffed, rolling your eyes. you could hear the people outside of the door, giggling and shushing each other, when you heard kirishima tell someone to shut up. your jaw clenched and you felt your face getting hot. it was stupid, just hearing his voice seemed to have such an affect on you, like nothing else mattered, like you were brain-dead. suddenly, an idea popped in your head.

you get up from the bed and race toward hitoshi. "kiss your hand." you whisper. "huh..?" hitoshi asks confused, "are you drunk? I mean you did have a lot of white claws.." he asks. "wait, white claws aren't sodas..?" you ask. "no.." he responds. "just do it." hitoshi begins planting kisses on his palm, still looking at you confusedly. "louder." you say, typing something on a doc on his computer. and he kissed his hand louder, loud enough to where the people outside of the door could hear. the giggling became louder.

you had finally finished writing on his computer and signaled him to look.

"Look, I know we just met, but I have a huge favor I wanna ask, I don't want to actually kiss you, which I'm sure you also don't want to do, but I was wondering if just maybe you could help me get back at my ex?"

hitoshi grins, "sure, what were you thinking-" you shush hitoshi and put his palm back to his lips, starting to type again. you finish typing on his computer again, and wait for him to look. he looks at the screen and pauses, and then a devilish grin paints his face.

the timer goes off and you hear knocks from outside of the door, "okay love birds, you can come out now!" hitoshi grabs your hand again, opening the door. he takes you downstairs to the living room with the crowd still following you. "did you guys actually kiss?" you hear a girl say behind you. "of course we did", he says, "why wouldn't I kiss the person I'm dating?"

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