Birds of a Feather | Hanamiya Makoto x male!readerMore Like This
Warning for suggestive themes.
Being neighbours with Hanamiya is hard because he can charm every parent into believing what a perfect angel he is, being his childhood friend is even harder. Okay it is not hard, it is fun.
Your friendship with him is all about pushing, pushing and shoving, pushing and shoving and then some more; back and forth till you see who breaks first and admits defeat. The first point was yours, making two flower crowns, wearing one and giving the other to him in front of your parents having a dinner party with his, so he has no choice but to wear it then tease him years later about the flowery truth of that moment.
However at the same time Hanamiya is possessive, has been possessive of all that catches his attention for as long as you have known him. When you were young he refused to share you with anyone else in your class. He considered that a complete win for him.
As you grew older he grew more tolerant of that if only because he found that he prefer oth
Hanamiya xReader (Battle Train)More Like This
"M-Mako." You stammered quietly from behind the thick-browed Kirisaki player and coach.
Makoto twisted slightly to give his uncharacteristically shy-as-of-late girlfriend an annoyed expression. He hesitated however when he saw the frail and terrified expression she wasn't hiding very well.
He was immediately suspicious.
"What is it (L/n)?" He sighed, curiosity winning his internal battle.
"Uh, well-." You mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.
"Spit it out (Name)." He ordered gruffly, annoyed with the excessive shyness you had been sporting as of late.
"Please come with me on the train ride home!" She blurted.
Makoto raised a brow, subconsciously relieved practice had ended about ten minutes prior.
"What for? You're a big girl." Hanamiya raised a brow, "Besides, the ride just going to your place is almost forty-five minutes." He declined and began to make his way across the gym but tensed up as he heard you let out a pathetic panic-laced whimper.
"Seriously, what the hell. Are
x and y. | hanamiyaMore Like This
You had never wanted that sadistic jerk Hanamiya Makoto to tutor you. In fact, you never wanted a tutor at all. Sure, maybe you weren’t the sharpest tool in the shed. But what did that matter? Having someone to tell you what to do while treating you like a child was frustrating to you, and you didn’t want it!
“Go away,” you pouted, as the bad boy of the basketball team plopped himself down on a chair in front of you. Your maths teacher had arranged for Makoto to meet you in the school’s library after his practice had finished. You actually weren’t going to come, but your teacher and your best friend had dragged you here by your arms and legs.
“No thank you,” Makoto smirked. “Because if I stay, I’ll irritate you. Which is exactly what I want.”
Another reason why you didn’t want to come. Makoto loved to annoy and tease you to death. It had been that way since primary school, in 3rd grade when you two met. Ever since
Trust (Hanamiya Makoto x Reader)"Hanamiya-kun."More Like This
"What is it?"
"I'm going out of the country soon," Glancing at Hanamiya's face as you spoke, you only hoped that he wouldn't be too worried about you leaving on a trip back to your home country so early in your relationship.
"Psh, what for? Did you rob a bank or something?" Hanamiya smirked as he looked at you out of the corner of his eyes; his smirk growing as you let out an exasperated sigh and proceeded to smack him on the arm.
"No you moron, you know what I mean! My relatives are having a family reunion so they're expecting me to be there. I'm leaving in a few weeks. I'm going to be away for a while, are you ok with that?" You drawled out carefully, biting your lip as you finished explaining.
Hanamiya leaned in closely, his warm breath hitting your face, "I don't see why I should care, do you think I’m going to drop to the ground and beg you to stay, hmm? Would you like that?" asking you while relishing in seeing the pink hue of a blush stain your cheeks.
Spider web [Hanamiya x Reader]More Like This
Please listen to the song while reading the first part! ~
Deep into the woods, there lived a spider. He used to build his web between the branches of a big, old oak. It was a beautiful web: thin, yet strong. His poor prey could only notice it when it was already too late. None of those he caught ever fled away from his web. Ever.
One day, when the sun was still asleep and the blue of the night shroud the woods, he started to build his web.
His creation was almost done when his little dark eyes reflected something he never saw before, something beautiful, graceful. That creature flew around his tree, near the branches he used as support for his web. He froze, admiring the beautiful, white butterfly flying with prettiness near his web. He hoped it would fly into it, but the white butterfly eluded it. As if it saw it, it flew right over it and with a soft movement of its wings, it destroyed the web.
The spider watched the butterfly fly away from him while his web unbound and fell