Hi babu! If there’s ANYTHING that I absolutely, without a DOUBT live for, it’s putting characters in awkward situations. I didn’t put any gifs with these (I think that’s how I’m going to do it with more than one character) so I’m sorry if you were hoping for that! Thanks for requesting!
Romantic fails with your boyfriend.
“Oh, that was cold!”
You shudder as a cool drop of water hits your back and soaks into the mostly dry clothing. It had rained earlier this morning, along with scattered showers destined to take up most of the day. Since neither your boyfriend or you had grabbed an umbrella, plenty of rain that collected in the trees has fallen on you since you started your journey to school.
At the sound of your exclamation, your boyfriend’s eyebrows knit together in both concern, and slight jealousy at the fact he hadn’t been hit by water yet.
“Are you sure you don’t want an umbrella?” Haruka mumbles. You nod with a light-hearted grin; recalling his proposal to run back and grab one of the cloth shields.
“It’s fine; I shouldn’t be that wet-AH!”
A large splash hits your head, and you pat your damp hair with a pout. Continuing on with a sigh, you both head twenty feet further on the sidewalk until you come across a large puddle. The water ripples slightly as the gray clouds begin to sprinkle small drops over the earth.
At the sight of the puddle, about two feet by four, you instantly turn to your right to pass it, or subdue your water fanatic of a boyfriend if needed. But you stop in shock as you see a quick flutter and hear a splash. Glancing down, a jacket is now lying in the middle of the small puddle. More specifically, Haruka’s jacket is in the small puddle. And it’s getting soaked thouroughly.
“Haruka, what is-”
“Cross over, _____. Your feet won’t get wet.” Haruka interrupts. You glance down at the makeshift bridge once again and stifle a laugh.
“Actually, they will, since your jacket has already been submerged.”
Haruka looks down to see that you’re right, and sighs as you giggle into your hand.
“You know I could have just walked around the puddle, right?”
You hum softly as you find yourself wading back and forth through Iwatobi’s large pool alongside the other members of the swim club. No, you’re not in the swim club. You just so happen to be the very proud girlfriend of one of the club’s members; Makoto Tachibana.
Speaking of him…
“Alright guys, practice is over! Go change in the locker room, then come back out so we can talk about tomorrow!” Gou shouts to the four boys. They all nod, Haruka quite reluctantly, and shuffle towards the pool walls.
“Makoto!” You call as he moves to exit the water. He glances back, and you turn to Gou with pleading eyes.
“Can I please hold Makoto back for a little bit?” You asks. Gou giggles and nods enthusiastically as she heads for the club room.
“Just this once! And don’t take too long!”
After hearing the consent, Makoto treads through the water and to your awaiting figure in the shallow part.
“Did you want to talk about something, _____?” He asks with a small, comforting grin. You shake your head.
“Actually, I want to do something.”
“Let’s kiss underwater!”
Almost immediately, a blush smacks Makoto in the face as he chuckles awkwardly from your forward request.
“_____, why do you want to…?”
“Please Makoto? I’ve always wanted to try it.” You decide to use your puppy eyes; something you’ve never really been that good at, but still manages to affect your boyfriend. He sighs and nods.
Instead of letting him finish, you excitedly yank him downwards and under the water. Slowly, you open your eyes, and they slightly burn as you stare through the bluish water at your boyfriend. Offering a smile, since his cheeks are still darkened, you move your head forward, closing your eyes, and gently press your lips against Makoto’s.
They feel slightly softer than usual when submerged, and the fact that you’re practically floating makes it feel as if everything is slow motion, or you’re stuck in time. Your hair swirls in tendrils around your head, and you soon feel Makoto’s hands reach up to hold your cheek and card through the stray strands of hair. You smile even more as you feel more pressure on your lips, and everything seems so perfect. Then, you accidentally part your lips the slightest bit, and…
You explode from the pool, coughing and hacking as chlorine filled water leaves your body. You slouch over the side, hands on cement, and continue coughing up the liquid as your boyfriend pats your back; apologizing profusely as if it was his idea all along.
The only sound in your bedroom is the occasional click of your computer mouse as you lazily scroll through Tumblr. Your dashboard seems especially dead tonight, and the dark night outside mixed with the dim lighting of your computer screen is starting to make your eyes droop. Deciding it’s time to sleep, you’re about to stand when a tap on your window captures your attention.
Swiveling around, you frown at the glass covered by a curtain and listen as another, slightly louder tap echoes in the room.
What the hell is that?
Rocking to your feet, you cross the floor and stand by your window; watching the curtain as you listen once again. At first, nothing happens, and you almost abandon your spot, but then a very loud collision rings out along with the sounds of cracking glass.
Moving the curtain aside, your eyes widen upon seeing a thin crack running along the glass. Annoyance fills your body, and you fling the window open to stick your head outside and address whatever damaged the pane.
Before you can glance around, a sharp pain hits your chin. Upon impact, your immediate reaction is to instinctually jerk your head back, and it collides with the top of the window frame.
“OW!” You yelp as you crash to the floor and cradle your poor skull.
“_____?” A familiar, innocent voice rings out from the night. “Ah! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you, I was just trying to get your attention!”
You hoist yourself onto your feet and, rather cautiously, hang yourself out the window once again. When your eyes finally adjust to the dark, you see the outline of your idiotic boyfriend standing in the yard below.
“Nagisa, that really hurt!” You whine, and recieve a desperate “I’m so sorry!” as you rub your head.
“Why couldn’t you just knock on the door or something?”
“I thought this would be more romantic!”
“Oh sure, I absolutely adore getting dents in my cranium.”
You’ve always known that your boyfriend is pretty hopeless when it comes to dating. Many times, you’ve had to assume the ‘male’ role to direct the relationship along, although you can’t really say that you hate it. In fact, you rather enjoy making Rei all flustered and speechless. And that is why you are carrying a bouquet of roses through the school hallways.
Smirking to yourself, you enter your first class as the bright red bundle almost immediately captures everyone’s attention; minus one. His nose is buried within a book as he constantly lifts his hand to push his sliding glasses back. Evilly giggling on the inside, you creep up behind him and lightly tap his shoulder.
“Rei~” You call. “I got you a present~”
Hearing your lilting voice, the blue haired boy turns in his seat to recieve a face-full of flowers. He leans away and takes in the sight with reddening cheeks; you, standing there holding out a bouquet of roses with an adorable little smile.
“You-You got me flowers?” He asks in shock, and you nod.
“Yep! Only the best presents for the best boyfriend.”
The compliment makes him blush an even darker shade, and Rei accepts the flowers with a delicate grip. In the middle, amongst the sea of petals, he notices that one flower is slightly more…dull than the silky ones around it.
“What’s that rose in the middle?” He inquires. Grinning cheekily, you let out a short laugh.
“That one is a plastic rose! The bouquet represents my love for you; when the last rose dies, that’s when I’ll stop loving you! So, since the plastic rose can’t die, I’m basically saying that I’ll love you forever.”
A chorus of ‘Aw’s and girly giggles echoes through the classroom as your classmates stare on. Rei seems close to exploding from how red he is, but it slowly fades and is replaced by knit eyebrows.
“Wait.” He says as he looks at the flowers. “But the plastic rose never really was alive to begin with, so it’s technically already dead. So, at the most, the rest of the flowers probably only have a few more days to live, and if that applies to your love, then it as well will only last a few more days.”
“…Rei, you’re such a romance murderer.”
It isn’t all that often that you find yourself watching over the Samezuka Academy swimming practices, but when you do, your attention is solely focused on one person; Rin Matsuoka. You’re completely fascinated by his swimming; the speed and agility it takes to achieve such fast times.
Not to mention he’s your boyfriend.
You sit in a white, plastic chair as the practice slowly comes to an end and the boys shuffle off into the locker room. Smiling when you catch Rin’s eyes, you stand as he beckons you over with his own grin.
“You did great today, Rin.” You praise as you stop two feet away; careful to avoid his wet, although fine, body.
“Hm, that’s only because you were watching. Was I that impressive?” He raises an eyebrow, and you chuckle.
“Yes, I think you were.”
“Impressive enough to deserve a hug?”
Hearing his tease, you step back another foot and hold your hands up in defense.
“No way Rin, you are soaked!” You laugh. Smiling even wider at the sound of your laughter, Rin quickly reaches forward and grabs your hand; pulling you in swiftly to steal a kiss when you least expect it.
Apparently, he had pulled you a little too hard, a little too quickly. Instead of kissing you, like he planned, a sharp jolt runs up his face as both of your noses collide harshly.
“Bad idea, bad idea.” Rin mutters as he holds his aching nose.
“Tell me about it!” You reply; gripping your own as well and tensing as little flares of pain appear every once in a while.
“I’m sorry _____, are you okay?”
“I think so-oh GOSH RIN I’M BLEEDING! RIN THERE’S A LOT OF BLOOD COMING OUT RIGHT NOW!”