Sana x Neutral Reader (One-Shots)

Fluttering Hearts

In the heart of a bustling city,

 nestled amidst the cacophony of urban life,

 there stood a 7/11 convenience store that was a haven for late-night shoppers. 

Among its many visitors was a person with a quiet and unassuming demeanor,

 someone with a penchant for midnight snacks and frosty beverages.

Working the night shift behind the counter was Sana, 

a captivating young woman with a twinkle in her eye that seemed to promise endless adventures. 

She had a way of making every interaction feel like a flirtatious dance, 

and she often greeted you with a playful wink and a mischievous grin.

You, always the reserved one, 

were initially taken aback by Sana's flirtatious banter.

 But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months,

 you began to accept her playful overtures with a polite smile, 

convinced that she was merely having fun during her long night shifts.

One cool summer night, 

you strolled into the 7/11, 

your thoughts heavy with the weight of a long day. 

Sana was behind the counter as usual, 

and she greeted you with her signature wink and a coquettish smile. 

You chuckled softly and indulged her, 

taking it all in stride.

After grabbing a snack and a drink, 

you paused near the magazine rack, 

feigning interest in a tabloid as you overheard hushed voices coming from a corner of the store.

 It was Sana,

 talking animatedly with her friends on the phone.

As you listened discreetly, 

you couldn't help but notice a different tone in her voice this time, 

something you had never heard before. 

She spoke softly,

 her words tinged with affection and giggles that danced like fireflies in the night.

"He/she's so sweet,"

 Sana whispered, 

her voice filled with undeniable adoration. "I can't help it; he/she's always on my mind. His/her smile, his/her kindness, it's like magic."

Her friends teased her,

 "Sana, you've got it bad! You're head over heels for this person!"

Sana's laughter chimed like a bell.

 "I can't deny it anymore. Every time I see him/her, my heart skips a beat. Just thinking about him/her makes me feel like a teenager with a crush."

Hearing these words, 

something stirred within you. 

Your heart began to flutter like a butterfly taking flight. 

Could it be that Sana's playful banter had hidden depths of genuine affection all along?

As time went by, 

you started to give in to your own feelings whenever Sana flirted with you. 

It was no longer just a playful game;