Nice guys always finish last. Especially if they’re as stupid and mean as Asahi Azumane.

Except, he’s not mean.

He’s just hopelessly in love and disastrous when it comes to showing it.

Fluff, Mutual Pining, Awkward Romance, First Love.

Asahi Azumane / You

It goes without saying that Asahi is a nice guy.

It’s this quiet way he exists that throws people off, you know. If you’re paying attention, it’s not hard to spot how he’s always the first to help out.

He listens with his whole body, and somehow remembers the birthdays of everyone in class. Asahi is never late, he never lies, and is always mindful of personal boundaries.

So why was he always mean to you?

You don’t really remember there ever being a falling out. A big, yes, this is the reason why he’s mad at me, moment.

One day he’d just said your face looked weird. And then another, he had something to say about your bag. Comments on the things you like, the way you dressed. Monday, it was some backhanded whisper to his friend about you smelling bad. Thursday, he’d just stared at you with this furrow in his brows.

Sure, Asahi Azumane climbed trees to help kittens, and watered the school garden because no one else would.

But you’re almost certain he hates you.

You ask your friends about it, they say, ‘isn’t that normal for a thug like him?’ But… since when was Asahi Azumane a thug?

Really, you really don’t think he is.

It’s just that he’s mean to you for no reason, and that makes you doubt yourself. So today when he paused, glanced at you, huffed out a hesitant, 'Good Morning’ and continued staring, you lost your mind.

“Well?” You ask him, and he blinks, startled. He doesn’t say anything in return. Fidgets, ducks his head real low, “Your hair…” he murmurs, then just lifts his hand and points at it. Doesn’t say anything else, just twirls his finger in a circle.

You blink and walk off.

He’s a nice guy, yeah.

So why does he always do that?

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Sanemi Shinazugawa

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Asahi Azumane

• Love Letter
• Nice Guy

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Ukai Keishin

• Lovers Quarrel

Jujutsu Kaisen

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Itadori Yuji

• Soap

Nanami Kento

• Unspoken

Naruto

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Naruto Uzumaki

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Shikamaru Nara

• Frenemies
• Genius
• Fake Boyfriend

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Shikamaru Nara

• Touchy

One Piece

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Monkey D. Luffy

• The Rock
• Adventure

One Punch Man

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Saitama

• The Neighbour (¼)
• The Neighbour (2/4)
• The Neighbour (¾)
• The Neighbour (4/4)

Everything she couldn’t say to him.

Pining, SFW. High School Crush.

Asahi Azumane / You

Two years ago, I saw a boy.

A boy with fire filled orbs. Loud, wide and soaked in honey, that no matter how tight he’d shut them, he couldnt hide how he’d decided when it was daytime.

It wasn’t like burning houses or viscous lava. He wasn’t volcano eruptions or natural disasters. No.

His gaze didn’t hurt me.

Instead, it trapped me.

Trapped me in sunshine stares and a hot chocolate dream. I’d been sitting at a campfire roasting marshmallows with his attention. That was the kind of eyes he had. I didn’t understand why back then, but I felt really lost when he looked away. Like I’d needed his light to find my way to somewhere I didn’t even know I was going.

It was weird.

I’d felt rude after. For scrutinizing him so harshly. Especially when he’d looked away with a deep blush, head bowed like he was ashamed to be so amazing.

He was tall, and rough around the edges, and covered in a mountain of sweat like he’d carried the heavens everywhere he went.

And he was pretty.

I’d noted his uniform then too. He’d went to the same school as me. Was a first year like me too, despite how monstrously tall he was. Despite how ruggedly handsome he was. After that evening, I’d rushed home. Buried myself in books and studies and pretended like I hadn’t scanned a boy like he was a piece of clothing in a thrift shop.

I’d forgotten about him until the day after, where I’d spotted him on my way past the bathroom. Then the cafeteria, and the library, and the vending machine.

It was like suddenly, I couldn’t stop seeing him. He was everywhere, and everything, and I’d decided that I’d either witness his beauty or not live at all.

Three weeks from then and I’d started calling it a crush. Because I couldn’t deny my ruby red cheeks to my closest friends every time he’d passed anymore.

It was ridiculous.

I was ridiculous.

I’d had a crush on a boy I’d never spoken to, and probably would never speak to ever, ever, ever.

And I still do.

I still blush whenever I see him, still walk home the long way just so I can spot him. Still stare deep into the sun hoping I can catch a glimpse of him in it.

That’s right.

Everyday, I wake up and there you are, hanging brightly above me.

There’s a place for you in the sky. I swear on it. And if I haven’t made it obvious, I really really like you. I’m not sure if I can give any better reason than these simple, silly words I have here. That’s why I hope you don’t see this. That’s why I hope writing this will help me get over these silly feelings.

And that’s why even if I’m a stranger in your eyes, I hope you’ll glance my way just one more time.

Sincerely,

Your Secret Admirer.

(P.S. I’m not a stalker!

I pinky promise!)