•♧• TBHK x Reader Oneshots •♧•

•♧• Yashiro Nene •♧• Our song •♧•

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• Our song •

Genre : Human Au, Song Au, Modern Au, College Au. 

Pronouns : She, her 

Warnings : Cursing

For legal reasons I will be aging the characters up to 18+, since it is a College Au ʚ(*'꒳'*)ɞ

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•♧• Y/n's P.O.V •♧•

Valentines day. Such a romantic day, isn't it ? Yeah no. I mean I love the chocolates, the sweets, the artworks, but yeah I can't do anything since I don't have a partner. 

" Y/n." 

Turning around, I smiled at the familiar student.

" Teru-kun, is there something you want?" 

He smiled and nodded, handing me a music sheet. I raise a brow, music sheet ? Oh no, please don't tell me- 

" If you're not to busy, can you please write a love song for today's program?" 

Well. Its not like I have anything to do, nodding my head, I grab hold of the music sheets. Wanting to get this over with, I was stop by the macaroni look alike. 

" Also," He reach over his pockets and gave me a small note. " A student from another class wanted to give y-" 

" I already know who it is." 

My feet started walking, gripping tight on both the music sheet and the note. I already know who it is. Yashiro Nene. I really thought she was interested with Teru-kun but as time went on, letters come and went in my locker, mostly consists of confessions.

She also gave me some cookies the other day, I know she likes me from those small acts but I don't actually feel the same. I very much don't like the thought of us being a couple, it must look weird for two girls dating. Ironic isn't it? I have two mothers and yet I don't like the thought of dating another girl. 

Going inside the music room, my fingers gently close the doors behind me. 

" Ah shit." 

I wipe my face with a handkerchief from my pocket, the blush on my cheeks only worsen. I don't need any unnecessary thoughts, I need to focus ! Taking out my pencil, I started to write. Maybe just maybe, I can write some love songs. 

No. 

Not it. 

Ew too cliche. 

Yuck. 

" Ugh." I bang my head against the piano. It was already mid noon, classes are almost ending. What to do, what to do. Huh, I watch as my fingers slowly reach over and press against the tiles, music coming out of the piano. 

I notice how she looks at me but I pretend that I don't see. It's easier if I let the tension subside

From the moment our eyes lock at each other. A smile slowly tug on my lips until I tug it down to a frown and walk away. I didn't know, I really didn't. I guess I should've ignored her instead.