Matsukawa x Reader - "It's Always Been You"

04

"I can't believe you actually did it."

"I'm a man of my word, if not anything else" he grinned. "You really need to clean up your feed, I doubt you want people like me to have content this good to tease you about." He held his phone up to you, showing a photo of you at a concert in middle school when you went to see your favorite boy band. You were decked out head-to-toe in really cheesy looking merch with your hair done up in some weird mess of a hairstyle you thought would get the attention of your favorite band member. You had a smile that stretched your face to the point of it being jarring and your posture was absolutely horrendous--overall cringe. Your face paled.

"OH MY GOD DELETEEEEEEEEEEEEE" you said, lunging at him.

"Never, I'm saving this forever. In fact, it's gonna be my new lock screen" he snickered, messing around with his phone as you flailed your limbs trying to grab it from him, to no avail. You whined in defeat as you saw the photo zoomed in to look even worse set on his screen, him cracking up.

"Am I interrupting something?" Hanamaki walked in with an amused expression on his face, seeing as you were draped across the back of his friend. You sprung up, looking at him with a devilish smile tugging at your lips.

"Hanamaki dear, what's the worst photo you have of Matsukawa?"

Suddenly the taller boy's eyes shot open wide as he snapped his head towards Hanamaki, who had already pulled out his phone.

"What genre we talking? Most unsexy, cursed, embarrassing....?"

"I'm thinking a mixed of cursed and embarrassing."

"Alright, want me to send you the whole folder?"

"The WHAT?" Matsukawa jumped towards the smaller boy who had the reflexes of an armadillo as he curled into himself to hide his head and phone from the other.

"SENT!" the light haired boy cheered, prompting the darker haired boy to release his grasp on it and come dashing towards you as you pulled it up on your phone. He raised his arms to stop you but then froze about a foot away from you, motioning his hands around like he didn't know what to do.

"SHIT I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M ALLOWED TO GRAB A CHICK IN THIS SITUATION" he blurted out, prompting you and Hanamaki to die of laughter at his panicked admission.

With a few taps of your fingers you smiled brightly, shoving your phone towards him. On your lock screen was a close up of him in a school band photo, presumably from his middle school years. His brows were even bushier, his hair was even messier and he was squinting through his thin wire frame glasses with his mouth half open while holding a trumpet like it was his prom date. The boy clutched his chest and dropped to his knees, then forward onto his hands in an OTL position like he had been mortally wounded.

"(Y/N).....I know what you're thinking, the man in that photo is definitely a big dick wielding lady killer, I just hope that when you look at the version of me now, the real me--" he cooed, standing up and grabbing both of your hands that were grasping your phone as he looked deep into your eyes with an adoring smile "--I hope you know that nothing's changed, I'm still the same baller I always was." He suddenly snatched the unlocked phone out of your hands, holding it above his head as he opened the camera and took a selfie with a peace sign and duck lips--you were captured on the bottom trying to grab it from him and Hanamaki was in the background laughing his ass off. Matsukawa deleted the folder of him and changed your lockscreen to the photo he just took, turning around to you as you huffed at him.

"Kobe!" he yelled, then tossed your phone to you like he was trying to toss a basketball in a hoop, snickering.
( A/N: I don't know if non-Americans do this, but typically people yell 'Kobe' when tossing normal things in this way--usually when tossing something in the trash--to reference Kobe Bryant's shots *RIP*)