Sorry for taking so long with this! >< I hope you like it~
“Mura-kun!” Looking up in your direction from his bag of
half emptied chips, the purple haired basketball player sees you running
towards him, clutching a container to your chest. A grin is plastered on your
lips and when his purple eyes meet with yours, you wave at him, calling out to
“(L/n)-chin seems really happy today,” Murasakibara
comments when you’re standing in front of him.
You smile at him in reply, pausing to catching your
breath before greeting him and Himuro, who’s standing right next to Yosen’s
center, good morning. Himuro returns your morning greeting with his own smile
while Murasakibara’s attention drifts to the container in your hands. Without
waiting for your friend to ask about it, you extend your arms and present the
box to him. “These are for you! Otou-san was trying a new recipe yesterday and
he wanted you to sample them.”
A spark of excitement flashes briefly in Murasakibara’s
eyes and he eagerly takes the box from you, opening it immediately. Sitting
inside are four slices of cake, all nicely decorated with fondant and colourful
icing. Crumpling up his bag of chips, Murasakibara picks up one of the pieces
and takes a bite. You watch on with anticipation.
“This is good,” Murasakibara informs you as he swallows
and licks the corner of his lip where a speck of icing had stuck onto. “The texture
You grin up at
your friend. “I’m glad you like it! Otou-san will be happy to know. Maybe we’ll
be able to add this to the shop sometime next week. You know you’re the hardest
customer we’ve had to please, Mura-kun?” you tell the purple haired male.
Murasakibara looks away from the rest of his slice of
cake to peer down at you, an uninterested look settling on his face as you
update him on the status of your bakery’s stock. Even though he had just been
there yesterday and knew what sort of cakes your father had baked, he didn’t bother
with telling you to be quiet and listened intently.
This had gotten to be quite a frequent sight for Himuro.
Every time you’re around the purple haired basketball player, he would always
seem to perk up. No matter what you’d be talking about, he’d hang onto your
every word, remembering the things you talked about. It had been an odd sight
at first, to Himuro and everyone else at Yosen that spotted the two of you
together. The height difference between the two of you was quite obvious and
most people couldn’t help but stare in surprise. Murasakibara had waved it off
when Himuro had asked him about it once, telling him that it didn’t matter and
that your father’s cakes are delicious.
“Himuro-san, do you want to try one too?” you offer Yosen’s
shooting guard, drawing him out from his thoughts.
He would’ve said yes if not for the intense glare
Murasakibara was shooting him. “No thanks (l/n)-san,” Himuro replies with a
soft chuckle and a smile, “I think Atsushi wants them for himself.”
“Muro-chin,” Murasakibara grumbles, narrowing his eyes at
his fellow team member. The black haired male merely laughs at this.
“Well, I have a few things to take care of before class.
I’ll see you later Atsushi, (l/n)-san.” Himuro bids the two of you good bye
before walking away, leaving Murasakibara alone with you.
“Are you going to drop by today after practice?” you ask
your friend. “Otou-san’s planning on baking a chocolate cheesecake. I’m sure he’ll
love having you taste test it.”
“Eh, I don’t want to,” Murasakibara replies after a few
seconds of pondering.
You frown at this, your eyebrows furrowing slightly. This
definitely wasn’t the respond you were expecting. Murasakibara never passed an
opportunity to be a taste tester of your father’s cakes. Every time he dropped
by, which was almost daily, you’d see this look of absolute bliss shining in
his eyes as he looks over the different cakes you had for sale. “Why not? Are you
“I want to taste test (l/n)-chin’s cakes.”
Murasakibara’s reply catches you off-guard and you can only stare up at him in
confusion. “Why mine? They’re not that good, at least compared to Otou-san’s.”
And it’s true. While you help out a lot at the store, your skills when it comes
to baking can’t hold a candle to your father’s. The things you bake are of
course edible and they’re pretty tasty too, but your father’s are definitely
“I like (l/n)-chin’s baking more,” Murasakibara adds,
which only deepens your confusion. The slice of cake he had taken is still
unfinished, and instead of polishing it off, Murasakibara puts it back into the
container and closes the lid. This just makes you even more confused. You’ve never seen Murasakibara put food away
like this, especially not one of your father’s cakes.
“Mura-kun?” you call out to your friend, a tinge of
hesitation in your voice. Somewhere along the line, this encounter had gotten
quite strange to you.
“I really like (l/n)-chin’s baking,” Murasakibara
repeats, shoving the container back into your hands. You fumble with the box,
almost dropping it but the purple haired male pays it no mind. “We should bake
Murasakibara frowns. You clearly aren’t catching the
implications of his words. “(L/n)-chin.”
You hum in response, expecting him to say something but
instead, Murasakibara’s big hands are on your shoulder. His legs are bent so
that it’s like he’s kneeling in front of you and for the first time in a long
while, his face is directly in front of yours. He calls your name again and you
open your mouth to answer. No words leave your mouth though. Murasakibara’s
lips are pressed against yours for the briefest of seconds but in that moment,
it feels like an eternity. Heat quickly rushes up to your face, turning your
cheeks red and probably making it seem as if you’ve been stricken with a fever.
Murasakibara pulls away from you but remains at your
level, staring at your face. You’re also staring back at him but mostly out of
shock. Your heart is pumping rapidly in your chest and your thoughts are
scrambled and incoherent. Your lips buzz from the contact and parting them
slightly to let your tongue trace the rim of your lip, you can taste the
chocolate from the cake Murasakibara had eaten. You know what that cake tastes
like, you had tried some of it earlier this morning, but the flavour that reached
your taste buds is so much sweeter than what you had tried.
“(L/n)-chin, I like you. As more than a friend,” the
purple haired male informs you, pulling you towards him.
“Mura-kun, I… This is really sudden…”
“I just wanted to let you know,” he replies with a shrug
of his shoulders but he keeps his eyes on you expectedly.
A few seconds of silence tick pass. Your cheeks are still
burning, your heart is pounding, and Murasakibara’s steady gaze on you isn’t
helping at all. A nervous laugh eventually breaks forth from your lips and you
avert your gaze from the purple haired male. Even without looking, you know
that he’s frowning at your response, or lack of one. “I like you too, Mura-kun,”
you reply in a soft voice. You really do. The purple giant had grown on you,
especially after seeing him at the store day after day, and then seeing him at
school too. You’re just not sure if you like him in that way, but the fluttering feeling within you tells you yes, that
A lazy smile blossoms on Murasakibara’s lips and his eyes
light up, looking a lot like whenever he’s browsing through the cakes your
father has on display at the shop. You can’t help but genuinely laugh at this,
since it’s a sight you’re used to seeing a lot, and Murasakibara merely smiles
even more at you.