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ringmemiamoney · 4 months ago

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it was a particularly cold day in the little town you were passing through. the train wasn’t for another hour, and you didn’t favour your odds of waiting out on a park bench. with all this in mind, you find yourself entering a little shop down the corner street.

sakamoto’s — it’s warm.

that’s your first thought upon stepping indoors and hearing the soft bell chime. warm and well-lit, offering a semblance of peace in the otherwise frigid winter scene outdoors.

you rub your palms as you walk through the different aisles. you wonder what you could carouse; perhaps some crackers for the train ride? perhaps a little dessert? then again, you had an hour to kill before making your way to the station.

glancing out the frosted windows, you see the snow piling up along the asphalt. the lamplights shine like liquid gold over the black ice.

“excuse me?”

you nearly jolt at the abrupt voice. when you turn, you see someone — a clerk, judging by the apron — standing before you. he has a slight smile, vaguely apologetic. “yes?”

“is this what you were looking for?” he holds out a basket towards you.

you stare. first at the basket; at the assortment of goods stacked neatly within, including the rice crackers you’d eyed earlier, a ramen cup, and pudding; then, at the clerk. he tilts his head, pleasantly so, unassuming, you think.

but what you say contradicts the assumption. “were you following me?”

his eyes widen. “what? no —”

“how else would you know what I was looking for?”

his hand falters, and he withdraws the basket uncertainly. “well, I saw you when you had entered the shop — you walked through those aisles.”

“oh.” you relax marginally, somewhat placated by the rationality. “I’m sorry. yes, thank you.”

you accept the basket, feeling your fingers brush his. he withdraws swiftly, startling you, though he stutters an apology upon catching your reaction. it’s sweet, you think.

cute.

his cheeks bloom rosily — pink as though they were flushed from frostbite.

“cold?” you ask. the shop seemed warm, however. it only made you peer closer at him in concern.

“no, no. I’m fine. thank you.”

“that’s good —” you drop your gaze to his name tag, tasting the vowels and rhythm aloud, “— shin.”

cute name. it suits him.

his cheeks darken almost as soon as the thought populates your mind, and you watch curiously as he averts his gaze.

“is something wrong?” you press.

“not at all.” he clears his throat, scratching his nape as he turns away. “if you’ll follow me, I can ring up your things.”

you don’t see any reason to oppose, and find yourself trailing after him. it’s a subtle notion — one that nearly escapes you. as you pass the sweets section, you idly eye a lollipop — cherry, wine-red. before you can even consider adding it to your basket, shin’s hand is already plucking it off the shelf.

you stare. he didn’t even pause — not to ask you, nor to confirm. he only offers another polite smile, amiable in spite of the remnants of rose in his cheeks. “on the house,” he says.

you think it’s far-fetched, but again, on impulse, think of something else. how cold it is outside; how much you are not looking forward to a cold trek to the train station.

he doesn’t so much as blink as he rings up your items at the register. “it’s pretty chilly tonight, isn’t it?”

“it is. do you live far from here?”

“nope.” his eyes flicker to the ceiling, a tender pacific blue in the shop’s warm lights. “just a floor above, actually. but I imagine anyone trying to get around town tonight will be in for a snowfall.”

“mhm.”

he hands you the lollipop, and you tuck it between your lips. you say lightly, deliberately, “don’t know any spots I could hunker down in for an hour, do you?”

shin blinks. once, taking in the candy between your teeth, then another to meet your gaze. “well, ah, the shop won’t close for a while. you could stay here. the station is a while off, too, so if you need help getting there, I don’t mind walking you after my shift.”

you hum. “that’s really nice of you, shin. thank you.”

“of course. it’s no trouble —?”

you offer him your name, along with a hand. he shakes it well — and you can’t help but notice the callouses lining his palms and fingers. far more than you’d expect from a typical shop clerk.

he withdraws his hand quickly, and you only tilt your head questioningly.

“guess you’re wondering about these scars, huh?” he laughs lightly — nervously, you’d have thought.

but your mind is elsewhere. you take greater fascination, then, when you pop the candy into your cheek, grinning with cherry-stained lips, as you say, “not as much as I’m wondering why a stranger knows I need to head to the train station in the middle of a blizzard. but we’ve got time — care to let me in on the secret, shin?”

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ringmemiamoney · 4 months ago

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Shin Asakura watches from afar, glaring at the spike-y-haired man.

He’s not jealous, nope not one bit, he’s perfectly fine with how CLOSE Heisuke was getting with you and it’s not like he’s sitting in front of the register with his arms crossed over his chest and his glares burning holes at the oblivious man’s face. You two yap away—topic switching from one thing to another as you finish stalking up the shelves. Piisuke on your shoulders—chirping here and there in your ear. Shin is all for privacy when it comes to reading minds but he can’t help but read Heisuke—concatenation until he hears Heisuke's own monologue.

‘Yo! We really have a lot in common! I should totally ask her out!’

Shin's eyes start to twitch, pushing himself up as he hurriedly walks towards the pair. “You are not asking my girlfriend on a date! Go ask some other girl!”

Girlfriend…..

You shin were at the start of your relationship—still trying to figure out what you two were and what made you two feel comfortable. So when the word girlfriend slipped out of his mouth—he regretted it, glancing down at you, scared to see your reaction to the sudden outburst, and you who only had a smile on your face. Shin feels himself relax a bit until he remembers why he wasn’t.

“Woah man!” Heisuke stumbles back, and Piisuke flys off your shoulder and onto Heisuke. “I didn’t know you two were a thing, my bad yo!”

“Yeah well know you know!”

He apologized to both of you as you handed him a bag full of buns, Heisuke happily accepted them, already digging into one as he spoke up.

“You’re so nice y/n!” He smiles, crumbs covering the corners of his lips “It's a shame Shin beat me to asking you out!”

“Watch it!” Shin says angrily, you let out a breathy laugh.

Sooner or later you say your goodbye to the sniper and you watch as he leaves your vision before turning your attention to Shin, who’s ignoring your gaze. ‘Don’t ignore me shin’

He feels a shiver down his spine, quickly turning around to stare at you “I’m not ignoring you, just—just fixing up the isle real quick”

You hum suspiciously, and eye him carefully. You have fun with his ESP most of the time, and sometimes Shin regrets telling you. ‘So girlfriend? I didn’t think you had it in you shinny’

“Drop it” he groans, glaring at you over his shoulder “and drop that nickname too, it’s cheesy”

“But you like it” you tease him and you find yourself hovering over him from behind “So does that mean I get to call you my boyfriend now?”

Shin speaks before he thinks turning around quickly to find himself chest-to-chest with you as he answers

“Yes!” The sudden outburst has you stunned and he turns red, stumbling back a bit trying to play it cool.

“I mean yeah sure if you’re comfortable with it”

#shin asakura #sakamoto days x reader #shin x reader #shin asakura x reader #asakura shin x reader

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