DRV3 headcanons, one-shots and other stuff [COMPLETED]

(O/S) Angie x Reader

Gender neutral pronouns used. Enjoy!
Fic title: Sculpting Scholars.

Y/N's POV

"Oh Y/N!" Angie chirped in a sing-song voice.
I was just relaxing in the courtyard and trying to scrape the dried clay from my hands. Being the SHSL Sculptor was very  calming, but the aftermath of smoothing out clay was a painful process of clawing the excess clay from your hands.
"Yeah Angie?" I asked, not looking up from my hands.
"Come with me a sec."
She took me by the hand and scurried across the schoolyard. Of course I was a blushing mess because I loved this adorable bundle of hope. However, at the same time, I had to find the courage to confess today, mostly because I knew that if I didn't do it soon I never would.
Angie took me through the hallways and up into her Ultimate Lab, which was filled to the brim with models and paintings and so many pencil drawings.
Her clay models however looked... quite abstract.
"Okay!" She chirped happily, letting go of my hand. "Now, I want you to be my reference."
"Oh, well, ha ha," I chuckled awkwardly, stepping back slightly. "Nah."
The disappointment was evident on her face. "But... you're so cute!"
I couldn't help but blush. "Aww, but like... you're pretty enough to be your own reference."
She turned red and shook her head.
An idea popped into my head.
"Pass me your phone a sec?"
Angie did as I asked, unlocking her phone and passing it to me.
"Smile."
Snap!
I got a clear picture of my crush. She seemed surprised and excited and happy, with all of those emotions blending beautifully into one pure human being.
"Like I said, you're cute enough to be your own reference."
I turned to leave, red faced and anxious of her reaction, and she began tutting behind me. "Oh Y/N, are you trying to leave so hastily? Can you wait here a second while I ask Atua something?"
I nodded but didn't turn to face her. I could practically hear her roll her eyes and she grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face her. We were both bright red.
She clasped her hands together and closed her eyes, mumbling something.
Her eyes flicked open and she smiled so wide.
"Atua said that He wants you to go on a date with me, even if you don't believe in Him!"
My eyes popped and I felt myself go light headed. Was she serious? She wanted to go on a date with me? And Atua was cool with it?
I hugged her tightly and pecked her on the cheek. "I'd love to, Angie."
"Tomorrow after school, I'll take you out!" She cheered, skipping away and quietly cheering to herself.
I was left there, discombobulated, bewildered, and most of all excited.

Angie's POV

I stayed up all night working on my gift for our first date. I frowned in concentration as I tried to remember Y/N's face. Sure, it would be difficult to remember their sparkling e/c eyes and their gentle smile and pretty h/l h/c hair and—
Oh. That was easier than I thought it would be.
I'd come up with the plan to make the best gift for Y/N - a clay model of them and me hugging and holding a heart. I squealed with delight just thinking about it.
Sadly I knew that I wouldn't have time to paint it, but I was sure that once I'd glazed it and—
—My thoughts were interrupted because the second I carefully placed the clay oven I passed out. My timer woke me up and before I knew it I was late for first period.
I decided it'd be easier to play the sick card so I texted Himiko to let my teachers know that I was sick and I continued glazing the clay model. Honestly I wanted to show Y/N that even though I was better at painting than I was at sculpting, I still wanted to get into their hobby.
I just really really cared about them.

Y/N's POV

When Himiko loudly announced to my f/s (favourite subject) teacher that Angie was sick, I sighed. Either she was inconveniently sick or she was having second thoughts about our date.
I thought about the cute painting I'd made of her and me with out arms around each other. I guess that was a waste of time...
I sulked out of school, sighing and glancing around slightly hopefully to see if Angie was there.
To my surprise, she was at that gates waving at me with a bright smile.
I instantly smiled back and jogged over to her, rummaging around in my bag for the painting I'd made her.
"Hey, Angie. I made you this. I know it's not the best, since I'm the SHSL Sculpture but I hope you—"
She was holding out a small clay model of me and her holding a heart.
"Well," she smirked, "I guess we really were meant to be."
"Well, this conversation is getting slightly awkward so I don't want to draw it out any longer, so should we go?"
She chuckled, before replying with, "Yep, let's go before the clay is up. Get it? B-Because clay rhymes with day and—"
"Let's just go."
"Yeah. Let's do that."

Word count - 900.