Play that Song (Given x Reader) REPUBLISHED AND DISCONTINUED!!!

This is just a side story that I thought I should do for Valentine's Day, so it doesn't go along with the plotline and won't affect any following chapters.  I've also had this in my drafts for like 3 days, so I decided to post it now, even if it's not technically Valentine's Day where I am. Enjoy!

Y/i= your inital

Y/n POV:

"Ughhh...I hate everything...I hate everyone," I groan while laying in my bed. I thought today was going to be normal, but I remembered today was Valentine's Day and my mood immediately dropped.

"The only point of this holiday is to prey on 'love' and make money off unsuspecting couples. Like why? Do people just get really lonely and h*rny this time of year and need something to spend their money on?" I shout, earning a laugh from Hiroshi.

"Pretty much, yeah" I hear him say, his words being muffled by the door. I guess he doesn't have anyone else to spend Valentine's with. And since it's on a Sunday, he doesn't have work, so he's just moping around here with me.

I come out of my room and flop onto the couch, prepared to rant my ass about this holiday. "I'm glad it's on the weekend this year. I really didn't want to see my classmates putting chocolates on their lover's or crush's desk and make googly eyes at each other from afar. The chocolate isn't even good, so why are they expecting such a huge reaction. It's stupid!" I screech so that the whole apartment can hear me wallow in my self-pity.

"You think you have it bad? You should see a college during Valentine's Day! I was going back to my office in between classes one year and another professor decided that it would be a good idea to 'seduce me' by sitting on my desk, only in her underwear. I don't know if you know this but... I'M GAY!!! Not that she knew that but she quickly got fired for sexual harassment after multiple teachers had said she tried to do the same thing to them and a student. I'm also sure that if you went through every janitor's closet on the main level with a black light, you would want to bleach your eyes, then throw them out after you let the bleach sit in for 5 hours," Hiroshi ranted back, now making it a competition on who had it worse.

"I once walked into a classroom and saw 2 teachers rubbing butts. They were married. To different people. They had children. They were both dudes. The problem here wasn't that they were both dudes, but still!" I complain, seeing if Hiroshi could beat me.

"I once had 3 people approach me and ask for a four-some. I said no and they went away. Not the main issue here. The problem was that I caught them doing 'it' in the men's bathroom. One of them was a woman. Three of them were also teachers. AHHHHH!" Hiroshi complained back.

"One year a classmate of mine decided to tell me he liked to draw h*ntai in his free time. Pretty weird, but whatever, do what you want. However, he thought it would be a good idea to tell me that I was his 'muse'. I've never wanted to burn down a classroom more than that year," I shout back at him, shuddering at the memory

"I once had a co-worker accidentally send me p*rn. It was uncomfortable, but if that was only it, I would have moved on. The problem was that it was two students, taken place under the desks while I was teaching about formulating sentences. And the bad thing was that I remember that day and hearing noises in the back of the room, yet I did nothing. AHHHH!" Hiroshi yelled again, preventing either of us from hearing the front door opening.

"What are you two yelling about?" I hear Mom scream as she entered the apartment after going out to buy groceries.

"I hate Valentine's Day!" Hiroshi and I exclaim at the same time.