Not So Different |Aren Kuboyasu x Reader|

Aren's POV

It was getting dark out and the only ones left walking were me, Saiki, and (Y/N). We continued to walk in silence although (Y/N) would occasionally make a face and turn to Saiki from time to time. It was kinda cute. The silence was kinda nice well for me it was but it might've been awkward for Saiki or (Y/N) so I decided to break it.

"So...have you guys watched any good movies?" I asked.

Saiki shook his head violently. (Y/N) placed a finger on her chin, thinking.

"Well I liked John Wick movies, Keanu Reeves is bae." She smiled.

"Oh! I've seen those!"

Then the conversation continued on and on about all of the John Wick movies and eventually transitioning into talking about gangster movies I was into. And then it got into anime where (Y/N) recommended a bunch to both me and Saiki. Saiki seemed to be interested in that conversation. Eventually we got to Saiki's house and we waved him off.

"See you around Saiki!" I yelled.

"See ya tomorrow!" (Y/N) waved.

I turned to her. "Are you guys hanging out tomorrow?" I asked.

She continued walking. "Well kinda, I owe him a favor so I'm going to make him some desserts as gratitude." She explained.

I quickly caught up with her.

"Oh? Why? What happened?" I asked curiously.

She shrugged.

"Nothing really, just helped me out with cleaning duty." She answered.

(Y/N)'s POV

He's also wingmaning to help me win you over but I can't say that.

"Oh, right!" Aren suddenly blurted out.

I turned my attention back to him.

"Where do you live (Y/N)? Its getting kinda dark so I should probably walking you home." He suggested.

Normally I would blush like an idiot or something but instead I started laughing. Aren gave a dumbfounded look at my sudden outburst. I toned it down a bit into slight chuckling.

"Heh. Sorry about that." I said while stopping my fit of giggles.

"I can take care of myself Aren. Why don't I walk you home?" I countered

"No, it gets pretty dangerous at night. I should be the one to walk you home."

"No I insist, I'm pretty sure you live a lot closer."

"No it'll be at least a 8 minute walk from here."

"Oh really? Mine is like a 5 minute walk-"

"Then it's not that far-"

"-from the mall....in the other direction." I finished.

He chuckled.

"Then why did you walk with us?"

"Oh, I was going to say something, but I got caught up talking to Kokomi-chan, Hairo-kun, Nend- you know what I was just being a chatterbox. I was literally too busy talking with everyone to even care about walking to my own home."

"Pffft. You do talk a lot." Aren teased.

I sighed. "It can be a blessing and a curse." I said somewhat dramatically before laughing again with Aren joining in.

We chatted some more about other movies and somehow wound up talking excitedly about motorcycles.

"You like motorcycles too?" He smiled.

"Um yeah! I even got my license." I stated proudly while holding it up while covering my picture.

"So did I!" He held his up while grinning.

I snorted upon seeing his expression. He had a deadpan expression that looked like he had died on the inside.

"What?" He asked with a puzzled look.

I turned away and cleared my throat.

"Ahem. Nothing- hey are we close to your house yet?" I asked changing the subject.

"Yeah, its right there." He said pointing to the house in front of us.

"Alright then, I'll see ya around." I said turning to take my leave. But I felt a grasp on arm. Normally I flip the poor sap that decided it was a good idea to touch me, but I immediately calmed myself when I saw Aren.

"Wait, you're not going anywhere. I'm giving you a ride home." He stated.

"Uh no thanks-"

"It wasn't a suggestion."

"Yeah, but I'm not going home yet. I'm meeting up with another friend." I said, attempting to get out of this situation.

"Then I'll take you there." He said stubbornly.

I sighed quietly, seeing as he wasn't going to budge.

"Alright but it's going to take awhile...."

"Oh and here you'll have to take Mr. Panda." I said shoving the giant panda I've been holding onto with my other arm.

"Oh, right....I almost forgot about that!"

(So did author)
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