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Isana Yashiro X Tomboy! Reader: Spills {Lemon}

This is my first straight lemon in a long time, so please don't judge my writing based on this, I swear I can do better.
@Toshirolover requested this one... I hope I didn't disappoint, and I'm sorry it took so damn long.

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Head whipping to the side, you snarl at the person who'd bumped into you.

"Why don't you watch where the fuck you're going!?"

The person, a young boy, probably just starting highschool, bows his head quickly.

"S-sorry! I didn't m-mean t-too!" He stutters his apology, running off quickly.

Scoffing, rather loudly in all honesty, you turn back around, continuing your way down the street.

Oops... you hadn't meant to yell at the poor kid... you just can't help your temper.

Oh well, not like you really care.

A small smile crosses your face when you see the lights of the small café you and your friend are meeting up at. You can't help but feel happy at the thought of him.

Isana Yashiro, most commonly known as Shiro. Your only friend.

Most people stay away from you, considering you're a bit... mean. It's really not your fault! You just snap at the worst of times. The only person you can't get mad at, is that adorable fuck.

If you're honest with yourself... you might be in love with him.

Shaking the thought out of your head, you jog the rest of the way to the café, eyes scanning the booths for the familiar patch of white hair.

Your smile grows a bit more once you spot it. With four long strides, you throw yourself into the seat across from him, flashing a peace sign.

He'd jumped slightly at your sudden appearance, but quickly recomposes himself, beaming brightly at you.

The grin quickly dissapears as he looks you over.

"Really (y/n)? I don't think that's very appropriate for a girl to wear on a date."

The slight annoyance is clear in his voice, but all you can think about is the word date.

Is this a date?

You look down at your clothing, a pair of baggy, mens shorts and a tattered graphic tee... your shoes aren't in any better condition, and the dirty hair and ball cap probably don't help the overall appearance.

No! What are you thinking, looks don't matter!

"Whatever." Scoffing, you stick your tongue out at the boy, who feins offense.

A pretty waitress saunters over to you two, batting her eyelashes at Shiro. You can't help but feel your anger bubbling up at her. Who does she think she is!?

You know she's probably a really nice person... but still.

"Can I take your order?" Her voice sounds overly sweet, making you gag mentally.

Shiro orders first, some expensive sounding coffee. When the waitress turns to you, her smile falters for a second.

"And you...miss?" She sound unsure on whether you're male or female.

"Medium black coffee, please." You spit the word please out from between clenched teeth. You can't help but hate her... maybe it's the fact that she has enough self-confidence to make herself look good, or maybe it's the fact she's confused on your gender.

You don't quite care about that last thing, but it's a better excuse than 'She let's herself look good, something I can't do!'

The girl nods, giving both you and Shiro a perky smile, skipping away.