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Oshitari Yuushi x Reader - Pretty Girl

Pretty girls don't always have everything, you know?

Sure, you had the looks—people never let you forget it—but there was more to you than that. You didn't fuss over makeup or spend hours picking out accessories. You weren't trying to impress anyone. You were just... you. Natural. And apparently, that was enough to make you one of the most popular girls at school. Whether you liked it or not, there were always guys hanging around you, hoping for your attention.

But your attention? It was already somewhere else.

It was with him. Oshitari Yuushi.

He wasn't like the others. He was sharp, mysterious, and effortlessly cool. Vice president of Hyotei's tennis team, top of his class, and just a little smug. The other girls could barely form a sentence around him. But you? You could talk to him like he was just another guy. Maybe that's why he liked teasing you so much.

And maybe that's why you started spending your lunch breaks at the tennis courts.

You pushed open the door to the clubroom, the scent of sweat and energy drinks lingering in the air, but that wasn't what caught your attention.

"Yuushi-kun?" you called softly, peeking your head in.

"Ah, (Y/N)-chan," he said with a calm smile, waving you in. "Right on time. Come, sit here."

He gestured to the small table tucked into the corner, already set with porcelain tea cups and a thermos of something that smelled floral and expensive. You sat down with a grateful sigh, brushing your skirt beneath you as he poured the tea with practiced elegance.

"So," he said, leaning forward, "how was class?"

"Surprisingly not boring," you replied, taking the cup. "Though I think I only stayed awake because I imagined throwing my notebook at the teacher."

He chuckled. "Violent thoughts. I like that."

You rolled your eyes. "What about you? Defeated any tennis rivals today?"

"Mm, just one. Poor guy didn't know what hit him. His form was sloppy, and his footwork was worse. I barely had to try."

"Ever the humble one, Yuushi-kun," you said dryly, raising your cup to your lips. He smirked at you over his.

You drank quietly for a moment, the calm settling between you. It was always like this—quiet, peaceful, a kind of stillness you craved. You liked that he didn't feel the need to fill every silence. Sometimes, he'd just glance at you with those intelligent, amused eyes, and it'd make your stomach flip.

That was happening now.

You caught him staring, his lips curling into a wider grin.

"What?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," he said innocently. "Just... close your eyes. And don't peek."

You blinked. "Yuushi—"

"Trust me. Eyes shut."

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously but obeyed, pressing your hands to your lap and squeezing them to stop from fidgeting.

You heard him get up, footsteps crossing the room, the door opening briefly and then closing again. There was a rustle, a soft thud, and then a long, dramatic sigh.

"Alright," he said softly, right next to you. "Open them."

You opened your eyes and gasped.

A cake. A beautiful vanilla cake sat on the table between you, decorated with strawberries, delicate swirls of cream, and a drizzle of chocolate. But your eyes went straight to the center.

In carefully written chocolate script, it said:
"Be My Girlfriend?"

Your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes flicked up to meet his, wide with disbelief.

"I—I..." Your voice cracked before you could even get the words out. And before you realized it, tears had already welled up and slipped down your cheeks.

His eyes widened. "W-Why are you crying?! Did I mess it up?! Was it too much?! Was the chocolate crooked?!"

You let out a laugh between your tears and shook your head. "No, you dummy. These are happy tears."

He exhaled in relief. "You scared me for a second there."

You looked down at the cake again, then back at him, warmth spreading through your chest like sunshine.

"Of course I'll be your girlfriend, Yuushi."

He smiled, really smiled, and reached out to take your hands in his.

"I've fallen in love with you," he said gently. "Not just because you're beautiful. Though you are, it's... everything. The way you roll your eyes when I tease you. The way you sip tea like you're royalty. The way you see through me, even when I pretend I'm unreadable. All of it."

Your heart felt like it might explode. "I already said yes, idiot," you said through a laugh, then launched yourself into his arms.

He caught you, chuckling as he pulled you close and pressed his face into your hair.

"I want to be yours forever," he murmured.

You pulled back just enough to look at him—and then, slowly, he leaned in. His lips brushed against yours in a kiss that was surprisingly soft, tentative even. You kissed him back, feeling your chest flutter and your skin warm.

"Ahem," came a very loud, very annoyed voice from the doorway.

You both turned to see Shishido staring at you with a disgusted look. "Seriously?! In the clubroom?!"

Atobe stood beside him with a smirk. "Well, this is my school. I allow it."

You giggled and buried your face in Yuushi's shoulder.

"By the way," you mumbled, peeking up at him. "Who even made this cake?"

"Atobe suggested the idea. I helped decorate it," Yuushi admitted. "Why? Is it terrible?"

You shook your head quickly. "No! I love it. It's perfect."

"Good," he said with a smirk. "Because if you said otherwise, I might've cried."

"Come on, you two!" Shishido groaned. "Get a room already!"

You and Yuushi laughed, and as he squeezed your hand under the table, you thought...

Maybe being a pretty girl wasn't so bad, especially when someone loved the whole you.

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