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cre8inghavoc · 7 months ago

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Can't help it...

Part 7

inumaki x f!reader

pairing: inumaki x f!reader

summary: Transferring to a new school is tough, but having your three best friends there makes it easier. Things get even more interesting when you start falling for the mysterious boy who rides his motorcycle to school every day. What will happen next?

genre/warnings: [18+] Characters are aged up. Story contains cursing, new friends, alcohol, college!au, no curse!au, dark humour, SMAU and written parts, fluff, smut.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOGE INUMAKI <3

“Survived the ride?”

You smirked, quickly pulling off your helmet. “Barely.”

“Not bad then”

You rolled your eyes, climbing off the bike. “I told you I could handle it.”

Inumaki nodded, still amused. “Yeah, you did.”

You just stood there, unsure of what came next.

“So,” you started, trying to sound casual despite the lingering energy between you, “is this the part where I walk back to my friends and pretend like everything’s normal?”

Inumaki’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Do you want it to be?”

You raised an eyebrow, feeling that spark of competitiveness return. “Not sure I do.”

He stepped a little closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “Then maybe we keep them guessing a little longer.”

“Guess we will.”

“Good.” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “Let them wonder.”

You felt the familiar flutter in your chest but pushed it aside, giving him a quick, playful shove on the shoulder. “You’re impossible.”

He just grinned, unfazed by your teasing. “Wouldn’t be fun if I wasn’t.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Alright, I’ll see you around,” you said, starting to walk away before turning back for one last look.

Inumaki watched you for a moment, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “You will.”

As you made your way back to where Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi were sitting, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of their stares. Nobara was the first to speak up, grinning like she already knew what had happened.

“Well, well, well,” she teased, leaning forward. “How was your little adventure?”

Yuji tried to hide his excitement, but it was all over his face. “Yeah, you gonna tell us where he took you, or do we have to keep guessing?”

Megumi just glanced at you with a knowing nod, clearly aware of the back-and-forth between you and Inumaki without needing to ask.

You shrugged, doing your best to act casual, though you could feel your heart still racing from everything. “It’s nothing. Just a ride. No big deal.”

Nobara raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Sure, just a ride,” she echoed, exchanging amused glances with Yuji.

You gave her a playful glare. “Seriously. That’s all.”

Yuji leaned back, still grinning. “If you say so.”

You sat down, trying to ignore the way your friends were looking at you, but your mind kept drifting back to Inumaki—his teasing, his smirk, and that moment where you thought he might’ve kissed you. Even though you hadn’t said it out loud, part of you knew that things between you two weren’t as simple as just a ride.

Nobara nudged you with her elbow, bringing you back to reality. “Hey, you’re blushing.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to brush it off. “Am not.”

She just laughed, clearly enjoying how flustered you were. “Whatever you say.”

You crossed your arms, leaning back in your chair as you tried to regain some composure. But even with all the teasing from your friends, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Let them guess. After all, it seemed like you and Inumaki had only just begun whatever this was.

The past few days had been different. You and Inumaki were getting closer, spending more time together, and everything felt like it was moving in the right direction—until Alyssa, one of the popular girls, decided to stick her nose where it didn’t belong. Alyssa was the kind of girl who craved attention, always surrounded by a group of equally obnoxious friends, feeding off the admiration from everyone around her. She knew she was hot, and she used it to her advantage—flirting, posting suggestive photos, and constantly making it known that she was at the top of the social chain.

She wasn’t just popular; she was the kind of mean girl who lived for drama, using people like props to keep herself in the spotlight. You’d seen her flirt with Inumaki before, but it never really bothered you. That was just who she was—an attention-seeker, desperate to stay relevant. But today was different. Today, Alyssa had crossed a line.

It was lunchtime when your phone buzzed, pulling you out of the conversation with Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi. You glanced down and felt your heart sink. The school’s notorious Twitter drama page had posted a photo—of Inumaki and Alyssa.

In the picture, Alyssa was standing right next to him by his bike, leaning in as if she was kissing his cheek, but instead, it was the side of his helmet. The caption read: “Spotted! Is our mystery biker off the market? Alyssa sure seems close to him. 👀”

Your stomach dropped, a wave of anger and hurt crashing over you. How could he let this happen? You thought Inumaki and you were growing closer, but now you were staring at a picture of him and Alyssa—her, of all people—acting like they were something more. Alyssa’s smug, flirty pose made it worse, like she knew exactly what she was doing.

How could he let her get so close? The post made it look like they were a couple, and the worst part was that it felt believable. All this time, you thought there was something special between you and Inumaki, but now... did he even care? How could he do this? Did he like the attention? Was this what he wanted all along? The thought made your chest ache. You couldn’t believe he would let Alyssa—someone who lived for drama—kiss his helmet and let the whole school think they were together.

Maybe this was what he wanted all along. The idea twisted painfully in your stomach. What if you’d been misreading everything? What if all those moments you spent together—laughing, teasing, the almost-kiss—were just part of some game for him? What if you were just a placeholder for Alyssa?

You wanted to believe it was just a stupid photo, but the longer you looked at it, the harder it became to ignore. Was he using you? Maybe Inumaki had been playing you all this time, just waiting for the right moment to get with Alyssa—the hot, popular girl who thrived on attention. After all, she was the kind of girl everyone noticed, the kind that could easily draw someone in.

You clenched your phone, trying to push down the hurt, but it was impossible. The betrayal stung too much.

Was it all a lie...?

Nobara’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Y/N, are you okay? You’ve been staring at your phone for like five minutes.”

You looked up, your face burning with a mix of hurt and embarrassment. “Yeah,” you muttered, forcing a smile. “Just... saw something.”

Yuji glanced at you, concerned. “You sure? You look kinda upset.”

You nodded, trying to hold it together, but the anger was simmering just beneath the surface. “I’m fine,” you lied, grabbing your bag and standing up quickly. “I just need some air.”

Before any of your friends could stop you, you walked out of the cafeteria, the weight of the photo and your suspicions pressing down on you. The thought of Inumaki and Alyssa being together, of him playing you this whole time, was too much to bear.

You avoided Inumaki for the rest of the day, dodging his glances in class, ignoring his texts, and walking past him without so much as a word. He had no idea what was going on, and part of you was relieved. You didn’t want to face him—not when your mind was filled with thoughts of him and Alyssa, together, laughing at how easily they had fooled you.

After your last class, you grabbed your things and headed for the exit, keeping your head low. But as you stepped outside, you saw him—Inumaki, standing by his bike, waiting for you like he always did. His helmet dangled from his hand, and he looked up as soon as you walked out.

“Y/N!” he called out, his voice carrying over the crowd.

You quickened your pace, pretending not to hear him, but Inumaki wasn’t one to let things go so easily. He jogged after you, catching up quickly.

“What’s going on? Why are you ignoring me?” he asked, genuine confusion in his voice.

You stopped but didn’t turn to face him. “I don’t want to talk right now, Toge.”

Inumaki frowned, stepping closer. “Is this about something from class? Did something happen?”

You swallowed hard, keeping your back to him. “It’s not about class.”

“Then what is it?” His voice sounded more frustrated now, but there was still a hint of concern. “You’ve been avoiding me all day.”

Before you could answer, Yuji’s car pulled up in the parking lot. Relief washed over you. “I have to go,” you muttered, walking toward the car.

“Y/N, wait—” Inumaki started, reaching out for you, but you pulled away, not wanting to hear whatever excuse he had. You walked straight to the car, climbed into the passenger seat, and slammed the door shut.

Yuji glanced at you, clearly confused. “Uh, everything okay?”

You forced a nod, staring straight ahead. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

As Yuji pulled out of the lot, you caught a glimpse of Inumaki standing there, staring at you as you drove away, confusion and hurt written all over his face. You ignored the gnawing feeling in your chest, forcing yourself to believe that he had done this to you—that he had chosen Alyssa over you.

Yuji glanced over at you as he drove, his eyebrows furrowing with concern. “So... did something happen?”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, not wanting to talk about it. The last thing you needed was to break down in front of Yuji. You shook your head, keeping your eyes focused on the road ahead. “It’s nothing.”

Yuji wasn’t convinced. “Really? Because Inumaki always takes you home after school, and today you asked me. That doesn’t really scream ‘nothing,’ you know.”

His words hit you, making it harder to keep the walls up. You clenched your hands into fists on your lap, trying to stop the wave of emotions from spilling out. “It’s just... complicated, okay?”

Yuji hesitated for a moment, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. “Look,” he started slowly, “I saw the post. The one on the school’s drama page.” He kept his eyes on the road, his voice steady but gentle. “I didn’t want to bring it up because I figured if you wanted to talk about it, you would. But... you don’t have to pretend with me.”

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening. He’d seen it. Of course he had��everyone probably had by now. And here you were, sitting next to one of your closest friends, who already knew everything but didn’t push you.

Your voice was small when you finally spoke. “You saw it?”

Yuji nodded, his expression soft but filled with concern. “Yeah. I didn’t want to believe it would upset you like this, but... I mean, I get it. If I were in your shoes, I’d be pissed too.”

You bit your lip, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on you. It felt like too much to hold inside. “It’s just... I thought I meant something to him, you know?” Your voice cracked slightly. “And then I see that, and... it feels like he doesn’t care at all.”

Yuji glanced over at you, his voice gentle. “Hey, I’m sure it’s not like that. You and Inumaki, there’s something there. I can see it. That post doesn’t change what you two have.”

You shook your head, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. “Then why didn’t he stop her, Yuji? Why did he let her do that? I don’t even know what’s real anymore.”

Yuji sighed softly, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. “I don’t know why he didn’t stop it... but I do know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you on purpose.” He paused, his voice quieter. “Inumaki’s not that kind of guy.”

You didn’t respond, your chest tightening as you tried to swallow back the hurt. It was comforting to hear Yuji’s words, but it didn’t erase the betrayal you felt. The photo was burned into your mind, and it hurt to think that maybe you were wrong about Inumaki.

Why do I care? Why should I? I mean yeah i've been hanging out with him like everyday but we're just... friends. Nothing more...

So why...?

Why does it hurt...

After a few moments of silence, Yuji glanced at you again, his voice softer. “You know... it’s okay to feel hurt. But don’t let this one thing define everything. Maybe give him a chance to explain?”

You stayed silent, staring out the window, your thoughts racing. Yuji’s words made sense, but your emotions were still raw, still tangled. Could you even face Inumaki right now? And if you did, would it change anything?

When you finally arrived home, Yuji pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine, glancing over at you. “If you need to talk... I’m here,” he said gently. “No pressure. Just... don’t bottle it all up, okay?”

You nodded, giving him a small, appreciative smile. “Thanks, Yuji. I... I just need to think right now.”

He smiled softly, understanding. “I get it. But don’t be a stranger, alright? We’ll hang out soon.”

You opened the door and stepped out, the cool air hitting your skin. As you made your way to the front door, you heard Yuji’s car pull away, but the weight of everything that had happened still lingered heavily on your shoulders.

You were just about to unlock the door when your phone buzzed in your pocket again. With a sigh, you pulled it out and saw another message from Inumaki.

Inumaki: Y/N, I really need to talk to you. Please.

You stared at the screen, your heart aching. You wanted to hear him out, but at the same time, the pain of that photo was too raw. The anger, the jealousy, the hurt—it all kept you from replying. You shoved your phone back into your pocket, ignoring the message again.

Hours passed, and the night fell quietly around you. You had been tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep as your mind replayed everything from the day. You couldn’t get the image of Inumaki and Alyssa out of your head, and every time you closed your eyes, the same questions surfaced. Why didn’t he stop her? Why didn’t he tell her off right away?

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on your window, making you freeze. Your heart skipped a beat, and you hesitated for a moment before cautiously walking over to check. When you pulled the curtains aside, your eyes widened in shock.

Inumaki was standing outside your window—on the small roof that jutted out beneath it. He looked up at you, balancing easily on the narrow ledge, his expression serious and determined.

Your heart raced as you quickly unlocked the window and slid it open, staring at him in disbelief. “Toge? What the hell are you doing? How did you even get up there?”

He glanced down at the roof and then back up at you, his voice low but calm. “I climbed up.. I needed to talk to you.”

You stared at him, still in shock. “You climbed up here? Are you crazy?” You quickly glanced around, nervous that someone might see him. “What are you doing?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “I needed to talk to you. Can I come in? I don’t want to wake the neighbors.”

You hesitated, your mind still racing. Why did he come here like this? After a few seconds, you sighed, stepping back and waving him inside. “Fine. Just come in before someone sees you.”

Inumaki carefully climbed through the window, landing softly on the floor of your room. The tension between you two was immediate, his eyes locking onto yours as he stood there.

Your heart was still pounding as you watched him stand in your room, the weight of his presence making the small space feel even smaller. You couldn’t shake the shock of seeing him climb up to your window like that, but the simmering anger you had been holding onto all day was quick to return.

“You climbed up here in the middle of the night just to talk?” you asked, your voice sharp, trying to keep your emotions in check. “You couldn’t just text me?”

Inumaki took a step closer, his expression serious. “You weren’t answering. I didn’t know what else to do. I had to see you.”

“What do you want?” you muttered, turning away from him.

“I just want to talk,”

“Well, I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Y/N, please. I don’t know why you’re so mad, but I need to explain—”

“I don’t want to hear what you have to say!” you cut him off, spinning around to face him, anger flaring up in your chest. “I don’t care about your explanations. I don’t want to talk to you right now, Toge!”

Inumaki’s eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by your sudden outburst. “You’re not even giving me a chance to explain—”

“Because I don’t want to listen!” you snapped, taking a step back. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. I don’t care about anything you have to say!”

He took a deep breath, clearly struggling to keep calm, but his frustration was building. “Y/N, I didn’t—”

“Just stop. I said I don’t want to hear it!” You turned away again, your arms still crossed tightly as if you were trying to keep everything from spilling out. “Actually... just leave, Inumaki. I don’t want to deal with this.”

Inumaki stepped closer, his voice low and pleading. “Please, Y/N. Just let me explain. It’s not what you think.”

“God. I don’t care!” you shouted, spinning back around, your eyes burning with frustration. “I don’t care about what you have to say. You let Alyssa kiss your helmet. You let her act like you’re together, and now the whole school thinks you two have something going on!”

The words tumbled out of your mouth, each one sharper than the last. Inumaki took off his mask for the first time since the night you spent together, and you could see this jaw tighten, his hands balling into fists at his sides. The tension between you was unbearable.

“I didn’t let her do anything!” he suddenly shouted, his voice ringing out in the quiet room, startling you. “It caught me off guard! I didn’t want her to kiss my helmet—I told her off right after!”

You froze, the force of his words catching you off guard. His eyes were blazing with frustration and something else—something deeper. You had never seen him like this before, so angry, so desperate to make you understand. But the hurt inside you was still too fresh.

“You expect me to believe that?” you spat, your voice shaking with a mix of hurt and fury. “You stood there, and you let her get close to you. You didn’t push her away. You let her make a fool out of me!”

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated. “I didn’t let her make a fool out of you! I didn’t even see it coming, Y/N. She just—did it.”

You turned away, trying to distance yourself from him, your emotions threatening to overwhelm you. “I don’t want to hear it,” you muttered. “I just want you to leave.”

Inumaki stepped forward, his hand reaching your bare shoulder. “I’m not leaving. I told you, I didn’t want her to do it. I care about you, not her.”

You shook your head, refusing to look at him. “Then why didn’t you stop her? Why didn’t you tell me afterward? I had to find out from some stupid Twitter post.”

“I should have told you,” Inumaki admitted, his voice softer but still filled with frustration. “But I didn’t think she’d turn it into this whole thing. I didn’t want to make it a big deal because it didn’t mean anything. She means nothing to me, Y/N. You do.”

His words made your heart ache, but you were still too angry to let them sink in. “How can I believe you after what I saw?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He stepped closer, moving your hair to the side, his breath hitting the back of your neck. “Because I’m telling you the truth. I would never let anyone come between us. Not her, not anyone.”

He runs his hand down your shoulder to your arm and back up slowly.

"Actually... you know what Inumaki..."

a/n:

whoopsieeee i may have ended this on a small cliff hanger... hehe

sorryyyy

but this was so fun to write i know i said ill be more active recently but its sooo hard to be active with too many things going on at once. i apologize!

@madaqueue @mikko-mikko @arabella0001 @swarachxle @s3ns4ti0n4l @jdgfsgdgdvf @tomikixd @arabella0001 @emotionalasf @unofficialsapphire

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cre8inghavoc · 7 months ago

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Can't help it...

Part 6

inumaki x f!reader

pairing: inumaki x f!reader

genre/warnings: [18+] Characters are aged up. Story contains cursing, new friends, alcohol, college!au, no curse!au, dark humour, SMAU and written parts, fluff, smut.

a/n: ahhh i forgot this was a smau as well... whoops... so here's some smau for u guys hehe

SMAU

WRITTEN PORTION:

As you and Inumaki pulled up to campus and got off his bike, you could feel the weight of people’s gazes on you immediately. Students were blatantly staring, some pretending to scroll on their phones, while others whispered to each other as you passed by. The attention was unnerving, and you found yourself gripping the straps of your backpack a little tighter.

“Why are people staring at us?” you asked under your breath, your voice tinged with confusion as you glanced around.

Inumaki didn’t respond right away. He calmly continued walking and without a word, he pulled out his phone, the faint glow of the screen illuminating his face beneath his helmet.

You watched him for a moment, curious, before his expression shifted—something between amusement and annoyance flickered in his eyes. He tilted his phone in your direction, showing you what he’d just found.

It was a tweet from the university’s notorious campus account:

@CursedUser was seen pulling up to campus with a mystery girl. Who is she?....

Your stomach dropped when you saw the attached photo—clear as day, it was you and Inumaki, as soon as you got off the bike, which was not even 2 minutes ago. “Oh my god, did someone seriously take a picture of us and post it?!” you exclaimed, your voice rising in disbelief.

Inumaki shrugged nonchalantly, his body language showing he wasn’t too bothered by it. “Looks like it,” he said casually, his voice muffled slightly through his helmet.

You grabbed your own phone, your fingers moving faster than your thoughts as you clicked on the tweet. Curiosity got the better of you, and you tapped on the account that had been tagged in the tweet: @CursedUser.

What you saw next made your jaw drop. The follower count next to his handle was in the millions. Videos of Inumaki riding his bike, doing stunts, and even casually talking to his followers filled the page. You scrolled in disbelief, each post racking up thousands of likes and comments.

Your eyes widened as the realization hit you, you stopped in your tracks and you looked back at him in shock. “Wait… you're famous?! A famous biker?!”

Inumaki chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction. “I guess you could say that,” he replied, his tone casual as ever.

You stared at him, still processing everything. “How did I not know this? You have, like, millions of followers!”

He gave a small shrug. “I don’t really bring it up. It’s just a hobby that got popular.”

You blinked, your thoughts racing. “A hobby?! People take pictures of you, and you have a huge following on TikTok and Instagram… that’s not just a hobby, Inumaki, that’s a thing!”

He gave you a relaxed smile. “It’s no big deal.”

You, on the other hand, were far from calm. “No big deal? People are staring at us, taking pictures of us! People think we’re dating—and some girls are literally mad that you’re with me! Oh my god, we’re not even—” You cut yourself off, the words stumbling out faster than you could think.

Inumaki's expression softened as he watched you freak out. His smile faded, but there was a gentle amusement in his eyes. “Relax,” he said calmly. “They love making things up. It’s just rumors.”

You huffed, still not fully believing it. “Yeah, but people are mad, Toge! I didn’t sign up for this kind of attention. I didn’t even know you were, like, famous on social media!”

Inumaki smiled sheepishly. “It’s not a big deal, seriously. I don’t really mention it because, well, I don’t care about all that.” He shrugged like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“But people think we’re together! That’s…” you trailed off, glancing around as you noticed more eyes on the two of you, whispering. “This is so weird...”

He stepped closer, his expression softening as he met your eyes. “Look, if it’s bothering you, I can clear it up. I’ll tell people we’re just friends, and they’ll stop talking.”

You hesitated, feeling an odd pang at the thought of him saying you were just friends. But that’s all you were, right? Just friends.

“Yeah… maybe,” you replied quietly, your heart betraying the calm tone you were trying to keep. “I just… need a second to process this.”

Inumaki nodded, his gaze steady and reassuring. “Take your time. But nothing’s changed between us, okay? We’re still just us.”

You nodded slowly, trying to take in everything he said, but your thoughts were still racing. The idea of being the center of attention because of Toge’s popularity was overwhelming. The whispers around you felt louder now, and you couldn’t shake the weight of people watching your every move.

“But it’s not just us,” you muttered, glancing around at the students who were still sneaking glances. “It feels like the entire campus is waiting for us to do something… or for you to confirm something.”

Inumaki followed your gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly as he noticed the attention. “Let them talk. They’re not worth stressing over,” he said, his voice calm and steady.

You sighed, biting your lip as you tried to shake off the anxiety building up inside you. “It’s easy for you to say that. You’re used to it. But this is… new for me.”

He took a step closer, and suddenly you felt the warmth of his presence a little more than usual. His hand hovered near your arm, as if he was about to reach out but hesitated. “I get it,” he said softly. “It’s a lot. I know. But I meant what I said earlier—I don’t care what they think. I just care about spending time with you.”

Your heart did a strange flip at his words, and for a second, you couldn’t look at him. The weight of his gaze was too much, and it made your pulse race. “I… I know,” you murmured, trying to sound casual, but the flutter in your chest made it hard to keep your voice steady.

There was a brief, tense silence between the two of you. The noise of the campus around you faded into the background as your focus narrowed on the way his eyes softened when he looked at you. You weren’t sure if it was just your imagination, but something in the air between you shifted—like there was more to his words than he was letting on.

Finally, you broke the silence, your voice quieter than before. “Do you think… maybe we should let them think what they want? Like, not deny it?”

Inumaki raised an eyebrow, surprised by your question. “What do you mean?”

You hesitated, feeling your cheeks warm slightly. Thank god you still had your helmet on. “I mean, if people are going to make assumptions, maybe it’s easier to just… let them. We don’t have to explain ourselves.”

His gaze locked on yours, and for a moment, you could see a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. “So, you’re saying we just go along with it?”

You shrugged, trying to play it off. “I don’t know… maybe? It’s better than denying it and making it a bigger deal, right?”

Inumaki’s lips quirked up into a small smile, but there was a serious edge to his expression. “If that’s what you want, I’m fine with it.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You didn’t know why, but the idea of people assuming you were together… didn’t seem as bad as you thought it would. Maybe part of you wasn’t as against the idea as you had convinced yourself to be.

“Yeah, let’s just… leave it. Let them think what they want,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Inumaki’s smile widened just a bit, his eyes glinting with that familiar warmth. “Alright. We’ll do that then.”

You stood there for a moment longer, feeling the weight of an unspoken understanding settle between the two of you. Whatever this was, you weren’t ready to define it—but maybe, just maybe, you were okay with letting things unfold in their own time.

“Come on. We don’t want to be late for class,” he said, his tone casual again, though the warmth in his eyes lingered.

You nodded, falling into step beside him as the two of you made your way through the campus. The whispers and glances were still there, but with Inumaki next to you, they seemed to fade into the background. You tried to shake off the nervous energy from earlier and focus on the fact that, for now, things were back to normal—or as normal as they could be.

When you entered the classroom, you noticed a few heads turn your way, but no one said anything outright. You glanced at Inumaki, and he gave you a small nod as if to say, “Ignore it.” You took a deep breath and followed him to your usual spot.

As you sat down next to him, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of comfort. Even though you were still hyper-aware of the attention on you, sitting beside him felt natural, like you didn’t have to explain yourself to anyone.

He didn’t seem to care about the attention, and his calm presence grounded you in a way you hadn’t expected.

Before you knew it, the class ended, and the day moved on.

By the time lunch rolled around, you and Inumaki had parted ways to meet up with your separate friend groups. You spotted Nobara waving you over to a table in the courtyard where Megumi and Yuji were already sitting, deep in conversation.

“Y/N! Over here!” Nobara called, waving enthusiastically as you made your way over.

You smiled, grateful to see your friends and eager to distract yourself from the whirlwind of emotions you’d been dealing with all morning. As you sat down, Nobara gave you a curious look. “So, what’s this I hear about you arriving with a certain mystery biker this morning?”

Megumi raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, while Yuji’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Yeah, we saw it on twitter and heard some people talking about it. You and Inumaki?” he asked, his tone teasing.

You felt your cheeks flush. “Shhh!” You quickly shut his mouth with your hand, looking around to make sure no one was listening. “Don’t say his name out loud,” you whispered, panicking slightly.

Yuji blinked, surprised by your reaction but still grinning behind your hand. “Okay, okay!” he mumbled.

You pulled your hand away, feeling the heat rise to your face as you tried to play it off. “It’s nothing. We just… came to school together.”

Nobara narrowed her eyes playfully. “Uh-huh. And that’s why everyone’s talking about how you’re the ‘mystery girl’ Inumaki showed up with? Seems like more than just a ride to school to me.”

You sighed, feeling the familiar nervousness creeping up again. “People are making it into a bigger deal than it is.”

Yuji, still amused, chuckled softly. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think it’s kind of cool. The mysterious biker has a mystery girl now.”

You groaned, putting your head in your hands. “Not you too, Yuji…”

Nobara smirked, leaning in closer. “Come on, Y/N, spill. What’s really going on between you and Inumaki? There’s no way it’s just a coincidence you two showed up together like that.”

You groaned again, feeling cornered. “There’s nothing going on, seriously! He just gave me a ride. That’s it.”

Megumi, who had been quietly observing the conversation, finally spoke up. “You do realize people love a good mystery, right? And Inumaki’s whole ‘nobody knows who he really is’ thing makes it worse. People are gonna speculate.”

“Exactly!” Nobara chimed in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “He’s already the mysterious, hot biker, and now you’re suddenly the girl he’s been spotted with. Of course, everyone’s going to jump to conclusions.”

You sighed, feeling the pressure mount. “Yeah, well, that’s their problem, not mine. I didn’t ask for this attention.”

Yuji gave you a sympathetic look, though his grin never faded. “If it’s bothering you that much, maybe just talk to him about it.”

You paused, unsure how to respond. Sure, you and Inumaki had briefly discussed letting the rumors slide, but you couldn’t help but wonder if that was the right call. Was it better to clear things up and risk making it worse, or just let everyone believe whatever they wanted?

Nobara’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “So, what’s he like? I mean, you’ve spent more time with him than any of us. Is he as mysterious as people say?”

You hesitated for a moment, thinking back to the quiet moments you’d shared with Inumaki. Despite his popularity and the aura of mystery surrounding him, he had always been kind, laid-back, and… comforting. You realized you hadn’t even seen him as the “mysterious biker” that everyone else seemed obsessed with. To you, he was just… Toge.

“He’s… nice,” you said, feeling the warmth rise to your cheeks again. “He doesn’t care about all the attention. It’s not really his thing. He just likes to ride.”

Nobara raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your answer. “Huh. So he’s not all about the hype?”

“Nope,” you replied, shaking your head. “He’s super chill about everything.”

Yuji leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a thoughtful expression. “That makes sense. I mean, he always gives off that ‘doesn’t care about anything’ vibe. Guess that’s part of what makes him so cool.”

Nobara suddenly leaned in, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “So, does he ever take the mask off when you’re alone?”

Your eyes widened at the question, and you felt your face go bright red. “N-Nobara! That’s not—he—” you stammered, flustered.

Nobara laughed, enjoying your reaction. “Just messing with you! But seriously, if you do get a peek, you better tell us.”

You buried your face in your hands again, groaning. “You guys are impossible…”

Here’s the revised version with Inumaki entering the scene and teasing Y/N:

You buried your face in your hands again, groaning. “You guys are impossible…”

Before anyone could say more, you felt a familiar presence behind you, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Slowly, you peeked through your fingers and froze.

Inumaki stood behind you, his helmet still on, casually holding another helmet in his hand. He tilted his head slightly as if he had heard enough of the conversation to get the gist of it.

“Talking about me, Y/N?” he teased, his voice muffled slightly through the helmet.

Your entire body stiffened as your face turned an even deeper shade of red. You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around and face him, so instead, you stared straight into Nobara’s eyes, silently pleading for her to not make things worse.

Nobara, of course, couldn’t resist. She smirked at Yuji, who was desperately trying to hold in his laughter, covering his mouth with his hand to keep from bursting out.

Megumi, ever the calm one, simply gave Inumaki a nod in greeting, acknowledging his presence without any fuss.

Inumaki shifted slightly, leaning down a bit as he continued to tease. “Didn’t know I was such a hot topic today,” he said lightly, his voice filled with amusement.

You finally turned around, your cheeks still burning. “We were just… talking,” you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper.

Nobara, ever the instigator, grinned. “Oh, we were definitely talking about you, Inumaki. Y/N here was just telling us how ‘nice’ you are.”

You shot Nobara a glare, silently begging her to stop, but she just smirked in response. Inumaki, however, chuckled lightly under his helmet.

“Mind if I steal Y/N for a bit?” he asked, his tone still casual, but there was a hint of something more beneath it.

Nobara raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “Steal her away, huh? I mean, go ahead, but don’t keep her too long,” she teased, making you feel even more flustered.

Megumi just shrugged, while Yuji’s eyes lit up with amusement. “Yeah, sure, take her,” he said, barely able to suppress his laughter.

numaki glanced down at you and nodded toward the spare helmet in his hand. “Come on,” he said softly.

You hesitated for a moment, but eventually pushed your chair back and stood, feeling the weight of your friends' eyes on you. Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi watched intently, curiosity and amusement clear on their faces.

Inumaki held the helmet up, then gently placed it on your head. You felt a flutter in your stomach as his fingers brushed your hair back, making sure the helmet fit snugly. He adjusted it with care, his movements calm and steady.

Your cheeks burned as you stood there, trying to keep your cool while your friends watched everything unfold. Nobara’s grin was practically ear-to-ear, and Yuji looked like he was holding back another laugh. Even Megumi glanced between you and Inumaki with a knowing look.

Once the helmet was on, Inumaki’s fingers found the straps under your chin, and he leaned in slightly, securing the buckle with ease. His face was close enough that you could see the focus in his eyes, and the warmth of his touch made your heart race even faster.

“There,” he said, stepping back slightly. “All set.”

You swallowed hard, feeling completely flustered under the weight of his gaze and the situation.

Nobara broke the silence first, her grin widening. “Well, look at that. Personal service.”

Yuji finally let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “VIP treatment for Y/N, huh?”

You could only glance down at the ground, too embarrassed to say anything as Inumaki’s calm, steady presence lingered next to you.

“Ready to go?” he asked, his voice soft but teasing.

You nodded, too flustered to say much more. Inumaki gently placed a hand on your back, guiding you away from the table toward his bike, leaving your friends behind, who were now sharing amused glances and whispers.

You followed him toward his bike, trying your best to calm the flurry of emotions that were racing through you.

When you reached his bike, Inumaki glanced back at you. “Hop on,” he said, giving you a small nod as he mounted the bike himself.

You hesitated for a second, but then climbed onto the back, settling in behind him. The helmet was secure, but your heart was still racing—not from nerves this time, but from the fact that you were holding onto him again, your arms instinctively wrapping around his waist.

Inumaki turned his head slightly, glancing at you over his shoulder. “You good?”

You nodded, though you weren’t sure if it was the ride that had your stomach in knots or the closeness you now felt. “Yeah, I’m good,” you managed to say, your voice a little muffled by the helmet.

“Where are you taking me?”

Inumaki tilted his head slightly again, the hint of a playful smile in his eyes. “Just wait and see,” he replied, his voice soft yet teasing.

He turned his attention back to the bike. He started the engine with a smooth, practiced motion, the sound rumbling beneath you. With a quick flick of his hand, he shut his visor down, and without another word, he took off, the bike surging forward as you held on tight.

After a few more minutes, Inumaki slowed the bike, eventually pulling into a quiet park on the edge of town. He guided the bike to a stop near a small clearing, surrounded by tall trees and a few scattered benches. The sound of the engine faded, leaving only the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze.

Inumaki sat still for a moment, then flipped up his visor and glanced back at you. “What do you think?” he asked, his voice calm but with a hint of curiosity.

You pulled off your helmet, taking a deep breath of the fresh air as you looked around. It was peaceful here, a welcome change from the noise and attention of earlier. “It’s perfect,” you said, smiling softly as you met his eyes.

He nodded, seeming satisfied with your response, both getting off the bike and taking off your helmets.

“Enjoy the ride?” he asked, a hint of teasing in his tone.

You smirked and nodded. “Not bad. Could’ve used a little more speed, though.”

He chuckled, his voice low. “I didn’t think you could handle more than that.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You don’t think I can handle it? Please.”

Inumaki tilted his head, clearly enjoying this back-and-forth. “Oh yeah? Think you can keep up with me?”

“Easily,” you shot back, crossing your arms, feeling a boldness creep into your voice. “In fact, maybe next time I’ll drive.”

He laughed, a smooth sound that made your stomach flutter a bit. “I’d love to see that,” he said, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer before he pushed off the bike and stood in front of you, his presence close and warm.

You felt your heart skip slightly at the proximity, but you refused to back down. “I’ll show you one of these days,” you said with a smirk, holding his gaze. “Then we’ll see who’s really got the skills.”

Inumaki stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. “I like the confidence,” he said, his eyes flicking over your face for a moment before he added, “but I’m not so sure you can back it up.”

You swallowed, feeling the heat rise to your face but not willing to let him win that easily. “Is that a challenge, Inumaki?”

“Depends. You up for it?”

“Always.”

He chuckled again, his eyes glinting with amusement as he leaned back just slightly. “Guess we’ll see.”

There was a moment of charged silence between you, the playful energy lingering in the air as you stood there. You were caught somewhere between wanting to push the teasing further and trying to figure out how to keep your cool around him.

Finally, you broke the silence with a playful nudge to his shoulder. “What’s with the sudden interest in stealing me away, anyway? You got bored with your fan club?”

Inumaki raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “What can I say? Maybe I just wanted to spend time with you.”

His words, though casual, made your heart flutter. You tried to brush it off, keeping the teasing going. “Could’ve just asked, you know.”

“I didn’t think you’d mind me stealing you for a bit.”

“Maybe I do.”

Inumaki’s smirk widened as he leaned in just a little closer, the teasing glint in his eyes more obvious now. “Maybe you do? Sounds like you’re not sure.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, refusing to let him win so easily. “Oh, I’m sure,” you shot back, feeling your pulse race under the intensity of his gaze. “But I think you’re the one who’s a little too confident.”

Inumaki raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this. “Confident? Nah." He leaned back slightly, his smirk never fading. “You’re not as tough as you act.”

“You think I’m not tough? You must not know me at all.”

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Oh, I know you,” he said, his voice dropping a bit. “That’s why I know you’re bluffing.”

“Bluffing, huh? You’re really underestimating me, Inumaki.”

“Maybe. Or maybe you’re just all talk.”

You felt a surge of competitiveness rise in you, and you stepped a little closer, matching his energy. “Careful, Toge,” you said, your voice low but teasing. “You might not like what happens if you keep testing me.”

His smile widened, clearly liking where this was going. “I don’t know,” he said, his voice equally soft and teasing. “I think I’d enjoy it.”

The playful tension between you two hung in the air, and for a moment, it felt like a game—both of you pushing and pulling, seeing who would crack first. You weren’t about to let him win that easily, though.

You crossed your arms, feeling the spark of competitive energy between you two. “You sound awfully sure of yourself,” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “I’m starting to think you enjoy pushing my buttons.”

Inumaki chuckled softly, stepping just a little closer again. “Maybe I do. You make it fun.”

You scoffed, trying to hide how flustered you were. “Fun? You haven’t seen anything yet.”

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh? So what exactly am I in for?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I think I already do.”

His words sent a wave of heat through you, and you had to fight to keep your composure. You were determined to stay in control of the situation, no matter how much he was testing you.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” you shot back, tilting your head in mock defiance. “I’m full of surprises.”

Inumaki grinned, clearly enjoying the banter. “Is that so? Guess I’ll have to stick around and find out.”

You tried to keep your cool, but the way his eyes were fixed on you, the playful tension hanging between you, made it hard to focus on anything else. “Well,” you said with a smirk, “good luck with that.”

His smirk deepened, as if he had already won this round. “I don’t need luck,” he replied smoothly. “I’ve got you figured out.”

“Oh really? You think you’ve got me all figured out?”

Inumaki didn’t back down, stepping even closer, the space between you practically nonexistent now. His eyes flickered with something more as he replied, “Yeah. I do.”

His smirk softened as he leaned in even closer, his eyes focused on yours. For a split second, your breath caught in your throat as he closed the space between you, and your heart pounded in your chest.

His face was so close now, you could feel the warmth radiating from him. It was almost as if he was going to—

But just before his lips could brush yours, Inumaki stopped, that teasing smirk returning to his face as he lingered there, leaving you hanging. His eyes glinted with amusement as he stayed close, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.

“Got you,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing, pulling back slightly but not enough to give you any real distance.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your face burning with heat. You narrowed your eyes, trying to recover quickly. “Really? You’re going to play like that?”

Inumaki chuckled softly, stepping back just a little more, his smirk widening. “What can I say? I like to keep things interesting.”

“You think you’re so smooth, don’t you?”

He tilted his head slightly, shrugging in that casual, confident way. “I don’t think,” he teased. “I know.”

“Yeah, well… you’re not as clever as you think.”

“Oh? And here I thought you liked a little challenge.”

“I do,” you shot back, your voice steady as you met his gaze head-on. “But I’m not the only one getting challenged here, am I?”

Inumaki’s smirk softened into something more playful, his eyes never leaving yours. “Maybe not,” he admitted, his tone still teasing but with a hint of something else. “But I’m enjoying it. It’s kinda fun watching you try to figure me out.”

“You think I’ll just keep playing along?”

“I think you’re enjoying it more than you’re letting on.”

You scoffed, though you couldn’t hide the slight smile creeping onto your lips. “Don’t flatter yourself. I can walk away anytime.”

"Yet you’re still here.”

He gave you one last playful look before turning toward his bike. “Come on. Let’s head back before we give them something else to talk about.”

You hesitated for a second, still feeling the buzz from the almost-kiss, before following him to the bike. As you climbed on behind him, you couldn’t help but wonder if this teasing game was just that—or if there was something more...

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