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“They say, "Expectations are too high””

Chishiya Shuntaro x F!reader

Genre: fluff/casual, flirty

I said I wanted a man who’d take care of me, kiss me stupid, and maybe threaten a few people on my behalf.They said I was delusional.Then I met Chishiya.And now I’m in love and also a little scared.Perfect.

A/N: this is kind of short but i’ve been obsessing w this song so i haddd to write this

People used to say your standards were too high. That guys like that didn’t exist.

“You’ll never find a man like that.” they’d say.

“He’s probably fictional.”

“Or emotionally stunted.”

“Or dead.”

Well, joke’s on them, because your man is emotionally stunted, arguably a little fictional, and technically has almost died like eight times, but he’s yours.

Shuntaro Chishiya.

Professional schemer.

Amateur boyfriend.

10/10 face card.

0/10 communication skills.

But somehow? Perfect for you.

⸻

You’re lying on a rooftop in Borderland Tokyo, watching the stars (or what’s left of them), and Chishiya’s got his hoodie pulled halfway over his face like he’s too cool for oxygen.

“You know” you say, arms folded behind your head, “if someone had told me the guy I ended up with would be emotionally detached, criminally hot, and only soft for me, I would’ve laughed.”

He doesn’t look at you, but you know he’s listening.

“And yet here you are. The walking, talking version of a Pinterest boyfriend board. Quiet. Jealous only when I want you to be. Picks me up at exactly eight.”

He hums. “Time is important.”

“You’re not even trying to deny it anymore.”

“Why would I? I’m clearly thriving.”

“I thought you said I was emotionally unavailable.”

“Yeah, but in a charming way. Like, you’re mysterious, not emotionally dead.”

He finally turns to look at you, and his smirk is so subtle you barely catch it.

“You forgot ‘takes care of you in the bedroom” he says casually.

Oh.

OH???

“Excuse me?” You cough, blinking dramatically. “Sir, are you flirting with me?”

“I’m dating you.”

“Yeah, but that was borderline illegal levels of flirt.”

He shrugs. “Am I wrong?”

You roll onto your side and grin. “No, you are very correct. But don’t let it go to your pretty head.”

“It’s already there.”