~Murasakibara Atsushi X Reader - Strawberry~

The last story was kinda sad. But this is not sad at all. So Enjoy!

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You were at the store. What flavor should I get for Murasakibara - kun? You thought to yourself. I'll just take all. You grabbed all the pocky flavors and some chips. Before going to pay you got some sport drinks, enough for the team. You were close friends with Tatsuya and you were frightened from Atsushi, everyday he would ask you if you had any sweets. You didn't want to anger him so you bought snacks for him everyday.

You came back to the gym with plastic bags filled with drinks. You weren't the manager or anything, you just enjoyed watching them play basketball, occasionally you would help Coach Araki. It was near the end of the practice by the time you got back. Before they went to shower they took a bottle from the bags that were held by you.
"Why do you always give Atsushi sweets? You're going to spoil him rotten, he's going to be dependant on you, expecting more from you, like help or maybe even homework and notes." you looked to Coach Araki with a confused look. She left and kept you thinking.

Soon Tatsuya and Murasakibara came out ready to go home. You were so lost in thought that you didn't even notice the two, Coach Araki's words echoed in your mind.
[First Name]! Tatsuya shouted for the last time.
"[First Name] you really need to stop daydreaming.
"We're leaving" Tatsuya joked.
"Wait!" you yelled running after the two. After you caught up you all walked home in awkward silence. Before you got home you gave the snacks to Murasakibara.

"Hmm" Tatsuya heard Murasakibara say

"What?" Tatsuya said.
"It smells like strawberry... Like [Name] - chin." Tatsuya raised and eyebrow and smirked
"So you like [Name]?". Murasakibara stayed silence.
"Good Night Atsushi" Tatsuya said walking into his house.I don't like [Name]! The snacks she gets for me always smells like her, and she smells really good like strawberry. Murasakibara frowned. I don't have a crush on [Name]! His thoughts were interrupted when his older sister called him in.
"Atsushi, hurry up! It's your turn to make dinner.",
"Okay" Murasakibara replied lazily.

~Next Day~

You were at the gym like usual. Today you were feeling happy and cheerful so you decided to buy everyone drinks again. It was just like yesterday, except today Tatsuya was busy and didn't have time to walk with you and Murasakibara.
"[Name] - chin, can I smell your hair?",

"What? Um ok?" He took your [hair color] locks in his hand and brought it up to his nose.
"Even your hair smells like strawberry. Oh [Name] - chin, we're at your house, bye.

Then it repeated again almost everyday. He would ask
"Can I smell your shirt?",
"Can I smell your books?". It was really awkward but you were too frightened to say no. One day he asked
"Can I smell your hand?" you couldn't help but blush.
"Um ok" your usual reply was heard. He took your tiny hands and held it in his rough warm hands. Your hands fit almost perfectly in his, almost is if it were meant for you. As he brought your hand up to his nose you started to notice how handsome he was. Soon your face was bright red.

"[Name] - chin, you smell really good, like strawberry" he looked you straight in the eye.
"Do you taste like strawberry too? Can I taste you?" Your eyes were wide open.

"I - Um. OK" you shyly said. He put his warm hands on your cheeks and pulled your head closer. He pressed his huge lips on your's. Without warning he slipped his tongue past your lips, the taste of the pocky you just bought him filled your taste buds. He tilted his head back, and smirked.

"You even taste like strawberry" he remarked.

Then Tatsuya came out to the gym where the two of you were. He looked at your bright red face then at Murasakibara's smirking one. Reading the situation he laughed,
"It's about time Atsushi!" He just laughed some more.

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I feel like this was really weird. Haha. Oh well. Don't you like strawberries too? It's kinda short too. Sorry.

Even though i know that not many people read this (probably nobody) i will try to post every Saturday.