Shinonome Akito's awful love tutorial

by orphan_account

Summary:

Somewhere in the middle of a small town was a flower shop.

A little room with so many different flowers on the display that begged you to visit the inside of the building and look at the colorful plants inside. When you entered you were greeted with carnations, roses, sunflowers, tulips, lilies, daisies, orchids... and a grumpy teenage boy unenthusiastically watering the soils of the flowers while murmuring swears and curses under his breath and wiping his dirty hands against the apron with "Akito" sewn into it.

Notes:

HELLO DEER FRIENDS!!!!! I have been procrastinating on writing this fic for like almost a year, I apologize my dear best friend for keeping you waiting for so long (hi Rei if you're reading :3)

English is not my first language soooo if there are any mistakes I am sowwy.... This was not beta read 💔💔 I'm doing this purely for fun btw but if you have suggestions how to improve this u can send a RESPECTFUL comment

Chapters are when I feel like it sorry guys I don't like to force myself into work...

Enjoy this short chapter for now

Chapter 1: Hello beautiful man 😎😍😊❤️😘💕😁

Somewhere in the middle of a small town was a flower shop.

A little room with so many different flowers on the display that begged you to visit the inside of the building and look at the colorful plants inside. When you entered you were greeted with carnations, roses, sunflowers, tulips, lilies, daisies, orchids... and a grumpy teenage boy unenthusiastically watering the soils of the flowers while murmuring swears and curses under his breath and wiping his dirty hands against the apron with "Akito" sewn into it.

Unlike the customers visiting the shop, he wasn't having a good time. Mainly because of the customers themselves.

He was used to adult men asking for red roses and telling him the story of how they and their wives met he certainly didn't ask for or care about, seniors asking him multiple questions about flowers he had no idea existed and looking at him like he was a disgrace or an alien, and many many other talkative customers.

If he ever got a girlfriend he would certainly not give her a rose after how many of them he saw. He was not even sure how he was able to not burst into tears after the hundredth customer asked him for red roses for his girlfriend he met at a very detailed location he couldn't care less about.

As he finished watering the same roses he hated so much, he sat down on an old wooden chair next to the counter and exhaled. This was yet another problem. The flowers.

He couldn't remember when to water them, how much, and sometimes even where to water. All these flowers were so picky, he wished they were like dandelions, growing on concrete, not on soil that had to be slightly salted and peppered and then placed down gently grain by grain so the stupid rose he wished died anyway would not immediately wither. Sometimes he forgot when to water each flower and the plants simply went insane.

Why was he doing all this physical and emotional labour? Shoes.

His shoes after years of honorable work finally fell apart. All he had left was an old pair of shoes that were so small his heels and toes hurt all the time. He wanted to buy new shoes, ones that would hold together for years but he was totally broke.

When he told about this to his friend, An, she offered him a job at her father's flower shop and he took it immediately. So naive.

Now he was here with the annoying girl sitting next to him, clowning on him as he tried to take a breath.

– Hey, Akito, what soil pH is the best for roses? – she chuckled at the tired boy.

– Between... 6.5 and 7... – he groaned -  Don't you have anything better to do? Stop torturing me. Every mention of a rose takes 8 years from my life.

– Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses, roses, have fun losing 46 years of your life then!

– It's 47! – he yelled into his hands.

Akito thought he was going to pass away at that moment. He kept repeating to himself that he went through this for the shoes. He will buy the shoes and leave this botanic hell.

– You're so grumpy, brighten up a bit, will ya? – she smiled – The roses won't water themse—

– Fuck you.

---

The store was soon closing. Akito sighed out loud, absolutely over. Even with An's father helping he was exhausted. He tried not to think about the fact he'd have to repeat this process every day after school and on Saturday. When the door opened again he begged the heavens for it to be the last customer today.

– Welcome to Shiraishi's flower shop, – he recited the same words he said to every single customer and looked up at the person who entered – how may I help yo—

He coughed a few times feeling his face warming up. The customer wasn't some old lady or some couple, it was a boy his age. The thing that got him so shocked was that he was very handsome.

Akito continued staring at the boy with wide eyes, observing his tall figure walk inside. Pretty gray eyes, a beauty mark next to one of them and his mature charm got Akito speechless.

– Good afternoon – the unknown boy said which made the other even more embarrassed.

When Akito heard the other's voice, he panicked. The cool, soft but also decided tone was like music to his ears. He wished greetings were longer or that he could've recorded the voice and listened to it again.

He watched the boy almost as if in a trance. From an outsider's perspective, he looked weird, very weird. He couldn't care less. He observed the other carefully, the gentle way he touched the flowers, the fact he didn't tell him his whole life history, it was heaven. The best customer he ever had.

Of course, he had quiet customers, but that was mostly because they were judgingly watching him while asking for very specific flowers he had to look up while making himself look like an unknowledgeable fool.

But him? He was not only quiet but also his eyes were very... gentle. His hands started shaking and sweating, what was going on? He was acting like a total loser who never saw a beautiful boy. The worst part was that the description was very fitting.

Blood started rushing to his face and his heart started beating faster when he approached him.

– D—did you make your choice...? – he stuttered and mentally cursed himself for it. He's gonna make a clown out of himself in front of this pretty guy!

– Sunflowers, three stems, please.

He nodded weakly and got to work. He needs to do his best and impress the cute boy. His shaky hands refused to listen to him but he managed to wrap the sunflowers.

The rest of the process was blurry. Akito couldn't focus on anything else other than the unknown customer's eyes and voice. He couldn't help but smile when he said goodbye and left the shop.

– Come back soon! – this sentence sounded more like a plea than something a shop worker would say.

 

– Jesus Christ, that was pathetic. – Akito's trance was interrupted by An who was sitting behind him.

He turned around and began to frantically wave his hands and try to explain himself.

– I—I know but... did you see him?!

– I know, he was kinda hot, but... That was really pathetic. – she mumbled, resting her head against her hand.

He looked down. She was right. What the hell was that?

– Are you always this pathetic towards your crushes, gayboy?

– Don't call me that!! A crush?! I don't know what happened! He was just... you know...

– Love at first siiiight~ – she joked.

– Stop! Stop! I don't even... like guys! I just... h—he was... so... – he slammed his head on the counter – ... cute...

An exploded with laughter annoying Akito further. 

– You don't like guys? You have no problem telling me that after thirsting after some random pretty boy you just met?

Akito raised his head from the desk about to tell her she was wrong. Of course, this was an exception. He was just so charismatic he'd be an idiot to not fall in love.

He decided to keep quiet. He had no way of defending himself. He just showed the most pathetic and down-bad version of himself because he saw a pretty stranger. How embarrassing.

– At least you found out you're fruity!

– Shut up.

Notes:

The paying part is blurry not because Akito got so embarrassed but because idk how much that would cost

Bad

Chapter 2: Dicksucker 3000

Summary:

Akito is going insane over his new crush and his sister to gently put it would not get to the top 10 nicest siblings comforts him in an extraordinary style. (Akito and Ena fight each other me and my little brother style)

Notes:

Took me 2 weeks but we 🔛🔝🆙⬆️ Told ya my updates aren't the most frequent thing in the world

– Shit! – Akito shouted into his pillow.

He had never had a crush before. He always thought that the way high school girls acted in the movies was exaggerated but he was acting exactly like one of them right now. He had one interaction with that boy yet he was squealing like he was ready to marry him, have two children, adopt five cats, buy a house, and cook for him every time he came back from work.

Wait, why am I the housewife in this scenario?!

He groaned out loud as he flipped on his back, blankly staring at the ceiling. He pathetically grumbled, watching the spider above him walk around.

– Akito, can you shut the fuck up?!

He flinched as he heard his sister's voice. He definitely didn't need her company right now, but here he was.

– I can't, ugly – he lazily replied, his hand swinging from the bed, barely touching the floor.

– Dad told me to tell you to wash the dishes but it seems you're busy with squealing like a high school girl with a crush.

He glared at her, not happy that she saw through him like through a glass door. He rolled his eyes and tapped his fingers against the frame of the bed.

– That's not your business. Tell dad I told you to tell him to fuck off – he waved his hand nonchalantly.

– Alright – she turned around ready to leave.

– I WAS KIDDING! – he jumped up ready to launch himself at her and only stopped when she did.

He exhaled and laid back on his bed. She was giving him way too many unnecessary heart attacks.

She stood in the door frame for a moment silently judging him.

– So, why are you so loud, dicksucker?

– I'm not a dicksucker, boobjiggler. It's none of your business.

Ena raised her eyebrow, now too interested to back down. She couldn't pass an opportunity to learn something new about her brother and have material to make fun of him. It was her duty as a good sibling.

– Stop staring at me – his eyebrows furrowed as he held back a few swears that would give him more chores than dishwashing. 

The both of them stared at each other for a good few uncomfortable seconds. Akito's tapping got louder and more frequent.

– God, do you want me to tell you so bad?!

... 

– Jeez, okay!!

– What is it? – she looked at him with an innocent expression that pissed him off and beyond.

– I saw one pretty boy and uh... I guess he's... okay—

– You wanna suck his dick now? – she held back a smirk.

Akito clenched his fist but then sighed as he reminded himself who he was talking to and what this certain person's horizons were.

– Why does everyone keep calling me a dicksucker...? – he mumbled, pushing his face into his pillow.

– Must be a sign – Ena answered tapping something on her phone.

– Stop trying to act uninterested! – he yelled.

– Go wash the dishes, dicksucker—

– Get outta my room, you useless piece of shit!!

Akito grabbed the pillow and threw it at Ena as hard as he could in this not suit for throwing position. Ena simply shielded herself with the door and flipped him off. He returned the favor.

– I'm going, you stupid fucking worm! Your room smells like the dicks you suck anyway! – she shouted as she turned around and walked away... without closing the door.

– CLOSE THE FUCKIN' DOOR!! – he threw another pillow at Ena's back.

– FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID DOOR!!!

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– Is dicksucker still with his head up the clouds? – An mumbled trying to hide her phone from passing teachers in the hallway.

Akito groaned loudly trying to show his friend how unhappy he is with her pointing out his behavior and calling him a dicksucker.

– Oooh, is gayboy still thinking about his itty bitty crush? That one crush that got me 10 bucks from our classmate? – she kept poking his arm and chuckling. 

Why was she betting on his sexuality with their classmate? He didn't want to think about this any further.

He didn't even answer. She was right. His head was up in the clouds thinking about some guy he saw once.

He wished he'd see him again. He had some hope that the cute boy from his job went to his school or lived nearby.

– I expected you to at least get mad... How disappointing... – she rolled her eyes. 

He continued walking forward not paying attention to his friend anymore. His bag was almost falling from his shoulder yet he couldn't find a single fuck to give about it.

An groaned when her friend didn't entertain her with his hilarious yelling and grumbling.

– Are you even paying attention to anything around you? – she crossed her arms. – Are you on autopilot? 

He wanted to see him again. Maybe be friends with him. He read a few (?) bad yaoi mangas in the safety of his (locked) room (while the house was empty) so maybe he should use some tricks from them to charm his new beloved. 

Holding hands was something he always wanted to try out. The last experience he had with holding hands was holding his sister's hand for a picture when he was 9. Not the best experience, a negative one too.

He considered himself a quite charismatic person, he heard a few girls used to have a crush on him and was even confessed to once. He didn't have time to respond as the girl ran away and he didn't bother to find her again.

Would his charm work on a boy? If he smiled fake enough to look like a gentleman would he pull him like a carrot out of the ground?

He should work on his metaphors and not compare people he likes to his most despised food. Maybe he should switch the carrot to something he likes. 

He just needs to act like a gentleman and he'll pull him like a... pancake?

Maybe he should just change the whole metaphor.

– Akito, are you ignoring me? You're gonna walk into someone! – An elbowed her friend.

– Yeah, yeah, I'm not gonna walk into someone. I'm not an idio—

An impact on Akito's body caused him to pause. He jumped back and got into a defensive position. He looked up at the obstacle before him.

– Oh, look who you summoned!

He stepped back, his eyes as wide as coins and his jaw almost on the floor.

The boy he was thinking about was standing right here, lightly bowing and muttering an apology.

He was an idiot. And so was this stupid world.

Notes:

Jumbo Miku plush next to me rates this chapter 10/10 (she doesn't because plushies can't talk... 😔)

Look in the mirror and say pathetic idiot 3 times and Akito Shinonome appears

Chapter 3: Loser Akito dose for the fans

Summary:

Bumping into the boy you were fantasizing about isn't what Akito expected. An is a really Supportive™ friend.

Notes:

It's math class yet I write about some guys. I started hyperventilating, shaking, tearing up and went straight to drawing honaharu and then writing akitoya... Ahhahahahah MY STUPID ASS HOOD AND THE ZIPPER KEEPS CUTTING MY NECK OUCHHHHH

TW: Akito being a loser and An physically and mentally abusing him for being a loser

Akito flinched again noticing the boy he was fantasizing about standing right in front of him. His usual response would be throwing a quick apology and walking away or telling the person to be more careful when he has a bad day but now...

Akito took a deep breath and handled the situation accordingly. 

Just kidding. 

Instead of letting the boy pass him, he blocked his way, while frantically trying to utter an apology but all he did was spit out stutters and groans.

He was digging a grave for himself. He's acting like a creep in front of this beautiful man risking never interacting with him again!

His brain was so busy releasing sweat to cool down his hot body it didn't even think about the fact they never interacted before anyway.

An watched his friend wave around his hands blocking not only the unfortunate boy but also passerby people in pity and maybe a hint of amusement. While she had already found out how badly Akito handles crushes, this was just a circus on wheels. She held back a chuckle when she saw the other's concerned face while trying to say that it was okay. Akito wasn't listening tho. If she lets him do that for longer he'll make a total clown out of himself. 

She was a bit late to this realization since he quite literally did that yesterday but she still decided to step in.

– Hey, I think I recognize you! – she smiled at the stranger then glared at Akito for a while successfully shutting him up – You were buying some flowers yesterday, my fellow friend there works at the shop. 

His face lit up with realization. He scanned the faces of the two before him and nodded in acknowledgment.

Akito's face started outright boiling when he started looking at him. The red shade of his face was definitely noticeable, it was so bright he could be used as a flashlight.

– Ah, that's right – he answered. – I didn't expect us to go to the same school.

Akito wanted to scream me too and I'm so happy I'm gonna bite a hole out of the ceiling but this was way too enthusiastic for a total stranger.

– I wanted to ask but I thought it would be impolite – he turned to the redhead – Are you maybe sick? Your face looked really red and it looks so now too. I'm sorry if I'm too intimate, I'm just curious and worried.

An chuckled awkwardly while trying to think of an explanation. She knew her friend's answer would be nonsensical or he would just blurt out his admiration in a matter of few seconds so she decided to take the responsibility of answering from him once again.

– Oh, my friend here has a... low tolerance of heat. He doesn't go outside too often.

The said friend turned his head to An so fast his neck muscles started hurting. Even he would come up with a less pathetic excuse!

– That's—! Right... – he admitted.

Of course, it wasn't right, despite his confidence he couldn't come up with a better excuse and it would be suspicious if they just started stacking excuses on excuses that didn't match each other. 

The stranger stared at the two with blank eyes that despite still being very charming creeped Akito out.

– Anyway! What's your name? We're just talking and talking and we don't even know each other! – An interrupted the continuous silence and started dragging the two away from the center of the hallway.

So this is gonna be a long talk Akito thought. He wasn't that against it, finding the name of his newfound crush would be useful. Probably a very pretty name that would fit someone as handsome as him.

– I forgot to introduce myself... Aoyagi Toya, a pleasure to meet you two – he politely bowed again.

His words were the final cut in Akito's brain which got flooded with the qualities of Toya. What a gentleman, what manners, what a pretty name, what a pretty face!

– Then I'm An! No need for formalities, boy – she patted Toya's shoulder at which he stiffened but then relaxed again realizing it wasn't an attack.

– And this is...! – she gestured towards Akito hoping he'd notice her gestures and at least mutter his own name.

When she noticed how much he had gone back in the evolution of communication, she pretended to pat his shoulder too but just hit him harshly.

– This is a stupid fucking gay loser— Akito. Say hi, Akito! – she tried to encourage her friend as if he were a dog or a child.

Toya started getting concerned with how he acted. Was he really okay? Oh no, he wasn't, but this isn't the knowledge Toya is permitted to have.

– Is he okay—

– Worry not, our friend here is completely fine! It's just he's very... – she paused pretending to think of a fitting word while she was just trying to think of any word – ... shy. 

Akito was very NOT shy, she knew that. Shy people aren't known for getting in fights and rolling their eyes at teachers. But again, what was she supposed to do? Of course, Toya will sooner or later find out about the true personality of his new "shy shut-in" friend but that was the safest way of not scaring him away.

Perhaps he'll be too attached to them two to let go when he finds out what an asshole Akito is. An quickly stopped her thought process realizing this sounded more like a manipulation tactic than anything else. 

– I understand, no shame in it – he smiled.

The smile caused Akito's body to tremble and heat up. His brain was panicking and all he could do was pathetically smile back and nod.

As An was about to speak up again, the bell rang signaling the class was about to start soon.

– I'll see you later, goodbye – Toya bowed again and walked away in a hurry.

An waved and when he was out of reach, she groaned.

– I was about to ask him for his Messenger. Fuck this school, man! – she rolled her eyes.

– You can just search up his name, who uses Messenger anyway?

An sloooowly turned around towards Akito, her look was definitely not filled with positive emotions.

– Oh, so NOW you can talk?! You stupid gay loser! – she hit his shoulder again.

– It's not my fault! He's just... so... – he gestured with his hands in an attempt to justify his loser down bad behavior.

– Yeah, so hot and beautiful and you're so in love and down bad.

Akito looked away. He didn't like when An was right but she was right way too often. He was a total loser with no experience in having a crush.

– Also, it's class, let's get going. – she walked away leaving Akito standing in the middle of the hallway questioning his life and choices.

I'll see you later.

He hopes he does.

Notes:

The "He doesn't go outside often" is a total self-own

So I unconsciously developed a schedule anyway! I post every week and every two weeks I write a new chapter. I know it's long but I'm just a simple high school girlllllllaahhhhhh trying to not fail high school and unfortunately life bites me whether I'm in the mood or not

Basically,
one week passes: I write some oneshot (maybe a twoshot one time? Idk how though maybe sometime)
next week passes: I update this monstrosity

Ya

Chapter 4: Silly billy Toya makes Akito go crazy (what news!)

Summary:

Akito goes to his job that he has loved in the span of one (1) day and meets the love of his life again! This time he's normal and doesn't freak out (INCREDIBLY LOUD INCORRECT BUTTON SOUND)

Notes:

"I made a new schedule" and then I completely abandon it the second it's created

Let's just say new chapter takes MAX 2 weeks to update, I'll try not to bore you guys too much but as I said, I have a life too and it's class as I'm writing this. Would the teacher approve of this? Or my classmates? Nah

This chapter wasn't grammar checked by Grammarly so good luck trying to decipher what I was writinf

Enjoy

Akito spent yet another day in his class paying attention to what his teacher was saying and taking serious notes.

That was yet another lie, as he did not listen to anyone and fantasized about a certain someone.

His day was spent at this stupid desk where he nervously bit his pen while counting the minutes to the bell.

When the long long hours passed and he could finally be freed from the chains of physics and other subjects that would haunt him even when he graduates he rushed with all the power in his legs to his house to change into his uniform and then run back to his workplace.

He couldn't recognize himself. He usually would drag his feet to work while continuously whispering it's for the shoes on his way. What changed him so much?

He knew what, and it was way too embarrassing to think about it, so he just ran and ran while trying to silence his thoughts with the music in his earbuds.

---

The door of the flower shop opened with the loud ring of the bell hanging above. He scared the two customers innocently asking for probably roses as his experience proved, but he couldn't care less.

Stopped to take a deep breath and calm his racing heart down. The customers left with the flowers, giving him weird glances.

– You're early... Someone chasing you? – the man behind the counter asked. 

He fell on a wooden chair, panting heavily.

– It's nothing... I wanted to get earlier... – he coughed and clutched the furniture underneath him.

His sudden motivation was only because of the pretty boy he recently met. The hope he would show up again was naive, really, but there was a small spark of determination inside him that was slowly getting hotter and turning into a fire.

This time he'll be confident. He will prove that he is a worthy person that Toya should spend his sacred time with. He will impress him with his charisma and smoothness like no one ever did.

Akito already planned the whole scene in his head. He'll smoothly greet him and wink at him making a brand new image for himself.

He tried not to remember the fact that his first impression was shit as he excitedly kicked his feet blushing like an idiot. He wasn't even sure Toya will come back to the shop again after buying what he needed but when he got excited, he danced around like crazy and accidentally dropped his brain into the toiled gracefully flushing it so it can never be seen again.

Blissfully unaware of Ken watching him from the side, he wiggled his legs around, almost falling off the chair.

– Someone sure is excited. Will I be blessed with the knowledge that someone so grownup would get so excited about? – Akito paused his performance that would pass to get him into the weirdo club seeing Ken watch him.

– Nothin'. – he crossed his arms to appear more mature and collected than he really was. – Just havin' a good day.

– Must be the best day of your life then. Did you win a mansion? – he smiled at Akito, who was still holding back any sudden, excited movement.

– Woke up with a good mood. – he muttered.

It wasn't really a lie, he looked forward to the next day. He wanted to find Toya again and thank him for lighting up his boring day with his gracious presence (which he didn't do because he's a pussy). He knew this was borderline (?) loser behavior but like he mentioned many times before, he didn't give a single shit.

The day was calm, boring and annoying as always. He mostly sat on his phone scrolling through social media watching some cat memes or drooling over pancake recipes that sounded like a diabetes premium tutorial or tried to please his customers who were either too tiring with their energy or too tiring with their judgement. 

Until he was met with... him.

Another random customer asking for a red rose.

He banged his head against the counter, not even caring about his image.

---

His hope was disappearing. It was already 17, and he was soon going home. Will the love of his life he knew for a total of one day show up and light up his another shift? Was this all for nothing? In this miserable moment he kind of hoped An was here so she would give him some stupid advice that at least would cheer him up.

The clock ticked, and he wasn't as happy with going home as before. He watched the hands of the clock move right, and right, and right, and right...

The door opened probably revealing another boring customer he didn't care about.

– Welcome. – he mumbled resting his head on his hand with half-closed eyes. Not in the mood for the whole quote.

– Good morning.

That voice... It almost made him more sleepy with how nice it was. Was it...

– Nap time? – Akito looked up at the source of the voice and almost fell out of his chair once again. This chair was in some sort of conspiracy to never let him peacefully sit on it judging by how many times he fell down from it.

Akito's five brain cells cheered collectively when they recognized the unknown customer as Toya.

– O—oh, hi! – he jumped in his seat.

He was both full of hope and despair. Toya finally showed up and even blessed him with his voice for a few seconds more. But bad news is that the meeting didn't go as he expected. He was supposed to be cool, not whatever this was!

It's not too late, he smiled at the other.

– Sorry, it's late and I'm leaving soon. You need something? – his smile was a pitiful attempt at being charismatic. 

– I see. Then I got lucky to meet you before you left. – he nodded – I'm sorry for startling you so much.

– No, no, it's okay! I'm happy you're here! – he spat out random words that came out from his mouth and stopped to not accidentally say something stupider. – I'm just sleepy. Nothing bad. I'm okay-o! 

Okay-o? What the fuck was that word? He was supposed to not say anything stupid. He wondered if he doesn't have brain damage.

– Then it's a-okay-o. – Toya said with a way too serious expression for what he said. – I'm not here for anything specific; I'm just looking for a way to enchant my room's appearance a bit.

Akito exhaled in relief as to his pleasant surprise Toya didn't assume he was a fucking weirdo (which he was). 

– Do you have any recommendations, maybe? 

His heart skipped a beat and then started thumping quickly causing Akito's hands to shake. Now this was either a hit or miss. It's his chance to impress Toya with his ability to make a bouquet (it was at level 0) or make a total fool out of himself.

He could also say he's not good at it and while not impressing him also not looking like a fool. The choice was obvious.

– Yeah, sure! You just want a bouquet right? Any certain vibe?

And now it's a 50/50. He should trust his instincts and aesthetic. 

– Go with your heart.

Now, this was making it even harder. He didn't have any specific directions to follow so it might end up looking awful. 

He nodded and looked around the shop. He'll have to act professional and skilled. If God exists, may he guide him.

Notes:

River is BACK!!!!! Akitoya is my fav ship I'm so fr I love them sm I'm gonna cry make it stop MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!!

Akitoyers 🥺🙏🥺🙏🥺🙏🥺🙏🥺🙏

This was loser Akito lover speaking, stay tuned for the next chapter of Akito being down bad and stupif

This is very stupid and I'm sorry it's so short but :((((((( I promise other chapters will be longer I'm trying

Chapter 5: I'm silly I'm silly I'm silly I'm silly (and insanely homosexual)

Summary:

After a long day of work, Akito goes back home to do normal activities. Such as checking 6-year-old photos of his beloved.

Notes:

I have nothing to say for myself

Bad grammer alert 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 It's 23

update 01.04.2025: I went through it again with the help of magical Grammarly so it should be readable now. I made so many embarassing typos. I'm sorry to everyone who had to read it before the edit.

Akito's shaky hands slowly moved forward towards Toya, presenting him a bouquet.

It was a mix of blue and orange flowers, placed carefully to look as appealing as possible. He didn't know the names of the plants he chose, only the price. 

His gaze turned towards the colorful display of the shop, and he stared at it intensively just to avoid the pretty boy's eyes. The ground under him felt like it was shaking, and his legs softened to jelly.

This was embarrassing, it looked like a confession of some sort. He had to remind himself I'm a flower shop worker, it's normal over and over again. 

Even these affirmations didn't help how this scene looked from an outsider's perspective. He silently stood in front of Toya, his hands shaky and sweaty, handing him a bouquet of pretty flowers while he looked away, his cheeks an embarrassing shade of pink.

It was truly shameful for him, his customer looked way more professional than him. He observed the flowers lightly shaking in Akito's grip, the way the petals softly moved back and forth. His face was focused as if inspecting. 

– I—I don't know how your room looks, so I decided to go for both warm and cold tones... – he spoke up, his voice shaky. – As in... Blue and orange... They're... o—opposites...?

Toya took the bouquet into his hands, gently moving the petals with his fingers.

This looks like a confession scene!

It was almost as if Akito's four (the fifth jumped out of his ear) brain cells were in a jacuzzi that slowly turned into a pot of boiling water. His love interest just accepted his bouquet that he bought for him to show his love.

He impatiently tapped his foot and crossed his arms. While the whole scene lasted for around six seconds, his brain elongated it into six hours. He gripped the fabric of his sleeve. 

– Don't worry, – Toya smiled – I think it looks very nice. It's not about fitting the room, I just need some color. 

Akito's loser instincts made him flinch and hold back a scream at the gentle smile his eyes were blessed with seeing. The confession was accepted! That's what his drunk-with-emotions brain told him, at least. In reality, they were barely friends, meeting only the third time. 

– 12000... – he mumbled, now facing the floor. 

Toya lightly tilted his head at his words. He didn't say anything else and just reached into his wallet, giving the other some money.

– Thank you, goodbye. – he quickly turned around and walked out of the store.

– Please come back soon... – Akito waved, his voice still impacted by the situation, shaking uncontrollably.

He stared at the door. Almost with desperation. But also admiration. Embarrassment? Happiness. Sadness. Shame. Maybe anger. At himself. Intense homosexuality. 

He mentally (out loud) cursed at how stupid he acted. Why does he have to be so lame?! An was always right, he's just a loser dicksucker! 

He looked down at the money in his hands.

Ten thousand, five thousand... five thousand... ten... thousand... 

Thirty thousand?! 

Of course some big bouquets were expensive, rarely but sometimes even almost double the price, but for that bouquet?!

A dozen roses usually cost somewhere around fourteen thousand yen, and this guy just pulls out thirty thousand yen for a few poorly adjusted flowers in a newspaper? Are those flowers that expensive?

Honestly, he just blurted out some random price, it was probably way too cheap. Did he feel bad? Was this a tip? A 100%+ tip? Is this even normal? Who even tips in a flower shop? 

When he wanted to call the boy again, he noticed he was already gone. He sighed and sat down on his beloved chair that had something going on against him. He's gonna see him at school and give him the money back. At least the ten thousand.

He pushed the one banknote into his pocket, putting the rest in his register. He was so entranced that he didn't even go through the normal paying procedure. Embarrassing. 

At this point, Toya could rob him of his money with just another beautiful smile, and he'd probably pay him for that.

Crushes were intense.

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Now that he was finally home, Akito could indulge in normal teenage boy activities. He could hate on kids online, he could scroll through TikTok for the next few hours, he could eat an unhealthy amount of chips while watching some shitty movie... 

Or he could do something even more normal.

This is background checking, I'm just curious.

He repeated this line to himself in his mind like a mantra while searching for Toya's name on all kinds of social media he could think of. If he even used his full name on the internet.

He scrolled through Facebook, throwing a celebration party with the three brain cells in his head (the fourth one died from heat) when he found one account instead of ten thousand. 

No profile picture, banner, or description. Only posts on his account were... made by exactly one person who tagged him all the time. Tenma Tsukasa.

He shivered. He recognized that name. That one weirdo in his school who walked around with another weirdo who blew up the school at least once a day. Toya hung out with him? Willingly? 

Well, he seemed pretty happy in most of the posts. As happy as it's possible for him. While he wasn't constantly smiling like this weirdo and some other girl who radiated the exact same energy as him, he didn't seem uncomfortable, stiff, or sad. Relaxed. 

He scrolled through all the photos, smiling a bit. The deeper and deeper he went, the older the photos went, and the younger they all were.

It was weird; he was watching photos from like 5 years ago, but it's not like they aren't accessible... It's not technically illegal. Right...? Not like this weirdo doesn't have a criminal record for hanging out with a guy who casually carried gunpowder on the school's property.

Toya always commented under the posts, always positive and even admiring.

"Thank you, it was a fun time. I look forward to more moments like this. :)"

"Congratulations! You deserved it for all the hard work, Tsukasa-senpai."

Always so formal. Compared to Tsukasa's messy messages with full caps and emojis every two words (sometimes even in the middle of a word), it looked like a business email.

One of the most characteristic traits about him that he noticed in all his three interactions is Toya's stoic expression and his polite way of speaking. It seemed it was like this since always. 

Even 13-year-old Toya had the same emotionless (but also very emotional, sometimes even troubled) facial expression. 

As cliche and weird as it was, he found it adorable, in a way. He was very much down bad; anything he did was amazing, beautiful, and adorable.

The farther he scrolled, he more he was surprised. Did they know each other for so long? Soon, the posts ended. The oldest one reached 6 years old. 

Dammit.

He turned off his phone and lay on the bed like a pancake on a pan. He hugged his blanket.

Time to go to bed.

 

Just after I check his parents' accounts—

Notes:

akitoye ☺

I think I mentioned the word "bucks" before. And now they're paying with yen. This is embarrassing please ignore it, pretend An is just being silly and not me being absentminded while writing the line

Confession: The way Akito acts around Toya is inspired by how I act around this one pretty girl in my school. I don't even know her name. She's so beautiful. I'd kill a person for her.

Thanks for reading epic guy

Chapter 6: Akito doesn't want this... but the plot does, LET'S GO

Summary:

After a very Straight™ dream, Akito seeks advice from the one person whom he didn't want to see.

Notes:

Inspired by an actual dream I had

Sorry it's so short ya

Enjoy

He was falling from the sky, piercing through the clouds. No matter how fast he went, the distance between the sky and the earth seemed endless.

Around him were weird circle-people fighting flying chairs. Now, that's quite an unusual sight to behold. He didn't seem too bothered by it because he had something else — someone else to focus on. 

He looked up at the sun, a bright figure floating above him, holding its hands out to him, inviting him to a comforting embrace.

– Akito, – the person started, a soft voice he recognized – Do you want to connect? 

Oh, that was Toya. Floating from the sky. A very casual and normal situation, just your average Tuesday.

– Connect what? – he asked one of the most appropriate questions he could ask in this very normal scenario. 

– Souls. – his hands wrapped around Akito's face, making him hallucinate some kind of warmth.

Toya pressed his forehead against the other boy's and gave him a soft smile. His heart was beating so hard it made him feel like it's gonna punch a hole through his ribcage. 

Akito moved forward, trying his best to press his lips against the other's in this dynamic and normal scenario.

He was just a few millimeters away from grabbing the kiss, just a bit more—

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– Holy shit. 

Akito sat up in his bed, stunned from the bizarre situation he just experienced in his head. 

Who were the circle-people, and what kind of beef did they have with the floating chairs? Why was he falling from the sky? Why in the flying fuck was he dreaming of Toya like this? 

His face warmed up when he remembered the vivid image of the boy reaching out his hands to cup his cheeks.

Shit, was it that bad? He gripped the blanket on his legs when he remembered another embarrassing detail. Him trying to kiss Toya. 

His heart was still ruthlessly hammering in his chest, making his whole body look like an active volcano. His mind was doing crazy work, making him remember the almost-kiss over and over and over again. No matter how much he tried to think of anything else, his mind wandered back. 

He looked at the clock beside him.

13:29

He stared in bewilderment, trying to understand how hehad  slept so long. He always woke up around 6 o'clock. What the hell happened? 

This crush he has deemed silly is going to ruin his biological clock and demolish his sanity until he's nothing but a walking gay zombie! 

He needed to do something about it, but what?

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He sat on the couch in humiliation as his sister pierced him with her eyes. He actually stepped this low and asked Ena for advice. His sister, that would trade him for a single corn chip. 

– You want his dick, huh? – she tilted her head lazily. 

– I don't want his dick, you fuckhead! I want... to... you know. – he stammered. 

– Know... what? – she cocked her head to the opposite direction. 

She was teasing him, for sure. That stupid smirk told him all he had to know. Oh, how he wanted to strangle her right now. 

– Date him. I wanna date him, there! – he crossed his arms – Is this what you wanted?!

– Yes, pretty thanks! – she smiled innocently – And you want to confess to him?

– Not necessarily confess. I want those feelings gone. – he harshly admitted. 

– You need to face this then and confess! You won't get rid of them with your eyes closed! – she was already starting to get annoyed with her brother's stupidity – I can't believe you're so head over heels for some guy you met like three days ago!

He couldn't believe that either. 

– If you want me to confess so badly, how do I do it to a person I barely know? 

She smirked as if she already had a scripted response to this question. 

– Be his... secret admirer! Leave him flowers and notes and then... you leave a note to meet him in a romantic place... and you confess! – she gesticulated excessively with every point she made. 

Akito stared at her as if she had lost her mind. She watched too many dramas and now she thinks secret admirer bullshit works. 

He's not doing that, he's not 12. He will do this the proper way, he would rather confess the normal way...!

– Well, maybe you won't do it... – she paused – ... if you're a coward. 

– I'm doing that. 

Notes:

Thanks for reading this short wordblast disaster

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