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#it's a bit hard nailing his personality thougg im so sorry ;-;
yoimix · 3 years
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「 slowpoke 」
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[note: timeskip!]
SHIRABU turns the page without really paying attention to the content. this has been going on for the past hour.
the only reason he came over to your place was to study. that’s the only reason. his roommates were being too loud and he needs to get his studying done at least three weeks before finals — being an overachiever happens to be part of his personality. you live nearby and your roommates are out partying, something med students like him don’t get to do much. it’s not like he’s interested anyway. his entire focus is fixed on working hard and getting his well-earned degree.
unfortunately, that focus of his is a bit all over the place now.
there’s a few reasons for that. one, you smile at him every time he looks up. two, you have the prettiest smile ever. three, you look really cute when you’re focused on your laptop screen. and lastly, it’s only the two of you in here and tendou’s “eh? so it’s like a study date?” did not bode well with his mental status.
after all, shirabu has had a crush on you since high school that simply won’t go away. it’s just his luck his med school happens to be near your university.
fidgeting with the drawstrings of his hoodie, he tears his eyes from the pages to look up at you. he feels himself frowning at your stature. you look dead tired, head resting against your palm with your laptop screen reflected in your eyes. he wants to say something - anything that makes it better. instead, he reaches out and flicks your forehead like a raw impulse.
“ow! i’m studying, okay?”
“you’re not and i can literally see that. you have the wikipedia page for sea otters open.”
it’s years too late to say something now anyway.
“kenjirou,” you call, your cheek pressed against the table in an oddly adorable manner. “don’t you ever get bored of your textbooks? i feel like my lifespan decreases by five years every time i see them.”
“i like them,” he answers, lips almost forming a pout. “you say that every time you see my books. you should be dead by now accordingly.”
“don’t be a smartass.” you cross your arms. 
there’s just so many things to like about you, even when you’re complaining. shirabu looks back to his page, yet unlearned, deliberately ignoring you when he hears you sigh. 
“do you want something to eat? i’m starving.”
he wants to refuse at first. he hasn’t spent a single second being productive (unless he calls sneaking glances at you productive) and that should be enough motivation to continue. but he nods, the grin on your face making him smile in return. his blood pressure is always erratic around you, but his heart skips a beat altogether when you smile. the thing is, shirabu understands that hard work leads to results. when it comes to love, none of that makes sense anymore. what the hell is he supposed to do? confess? ask you out? he says he’s not afraid of rejection but he’d rather die than give up this little bubble of proximity the two of you share. he wants to yell out in frustration every time a thought of you crosses his mind.
“on second thought,” you say, turning around suddenly. “do you want to take a walk? a short break.”
“that’s a bit...”
“i know, i know, but consider it part of our study date!”
“date?!”
shirabu coughs, clearing his throat.
“this is a date?”
“if you want it to be.”
he blinks, feeling heat rise on his face. “it’s- yeah. yes. that would be nice.”
he blurts out the answer before he can think it through. this must be what it’s like to be an idiot. 
you smile incredulously. “it took you seven years to admit you like me!”
“it... did not.”
“...why are you lying?”
there’s a pause.
“hey, will i get a boyfriend pass to medical checkups after you become a doctor?”
“no.”
“goddammit.”
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thank you for requesting, sunflower!! 🌻💞
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