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super short fluff, inspired by faye webster's song a dream with a baseball player!! let me know if i ate or whattt
baseball player!megumi x reader
you woke up, again, for the nth time. a flustered mess. your cheeks dusted a light pink, and your heart beating harshly against your ribcage. each dream more soaked in his presence than before.
snap out of it y/n! this is creepy now!!
burying your face in your hands, you whispered to yourself in your mind, like someone would hear you. like HE would.
it had been 2 full weeks since the incident, and yet, here you were like the stupid romantic you were, swooning over dreams about this guy. a guy you had NO idea whom he was, what his name is, or even what he looked like. there had been one interaction - if you could even call it that - and the rest were all in your dreams.
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you were walking down the street after grabbing your favourite drink from a café you adored, sipping silently as you stepped to the beat of the music that was playing in your earphones, faye webster. then in an instant, you were on the floor. knees scraped, hands chafed and your delicious drink SPILT. you scoffed and looked to the side, where the culprit had ran off, like he didn't even see you, when you heard a low but soft voice speak out.
'you okay?'
curiously, you looked up, to be BLINDED by the most gorgeous navy blue eyes you had ever seen. and those dark strands sticking out through the cracks of his baseball helmet. ethereal. what a shame his face was covered by his collar.. you just know he would be gorgeous, you didnt even notice his hand stretched out to help you up until he coughed, eyes narrowing slightly and pulled you out of your admiring trance.
'ah! sorry i- um. thankyou!'
the words spilling out your mouth before you could even register them, as you stood up with his help, your right hand in his left, the unfamiliar warmth residing on your palm and fingertips for a second too long, but your eyes never leaving his.
'm'sorry about my friend, he has no spatial awareness..'
with that, he was gone, chuckling as he followed behind his group of friends, your gaze never left the back of his helmet, watching as he hit the top of a pink-haired boy's head.
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you sighed dreamily as you looked down at your right hand, missing a certain someone's presence. slowly as you settled back into your duvet cover, a plushie in your arms, nestling your face into its soft fur.
how could you fall in love with someone you dont know?