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>>20266495
A Subaru fic called Golden Duck. In hindsight I think it's pretty shit but then again it marked the beginning of igniting my love for writing again so I do look back on it somewhat fondly.
>>20266531
Here's another

This is my first time writing stuff so go easy. Just some Subaru fluff I had floating around in my mind. Also sorry for the slow start but I really wanted to get the protag's feelings down. Enjoy!

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As the bell chime finishes, you trod over to your shoe locker and open it, only to find a white envelope stamped with a love heart fluttering down from your locker. After standing there letting your brain load for a moment, you sigh and pick it up. The surrounding students who noticed all stare at you intently as you peel open the envelope, extra slowly to spite them but also because… you wanted to put off the inevitable for as long as possible.

“Aomi-san, huh? She was from 2-B if I recall correctly.” You mutter to yourself. “And she’s really sweet as well dammit.”

You sigh even harder and start heading towards the location mentioned in the letter while trying to ignore all the eyes glued onto you.

“I really hope this love letter trope dies out.”

***

Aomi-san was super sweet. She was also relatively cute and what little conversations you had with her had always flowed really well. So why did you find yourself rejecting this girl who had tears in her eyes? What was wrong with you? Why couldn’t you bring yourself to like her? Aomi-san bows to you and apologizes for calling you out of the blue then proceeds to dash off into the distance, clutching the envelope in her hands. A wave of sadness washed over you and you closed your eyes. It never felt good, rejecting somebody. Many people may think it feels good to be confessed to, and that rejecting someone can really stroke your ego. But it’s nothing like that. It hurts like a bitch to turn someone’s heartfelt feelings down.

While getting confessed to wasn’t exactly common for you, it wasn’t uncommon either. Once in middle school, twi- three times now in high school. And you had rejected every single one of those poor girls. Why? Because you could never bring yourself to like anyone. On school trips and sleepovers with friends everyone would always talk about the girls they liked in their class, or the date that they recently went on. When the questions came to you however you could never bring anything interesting to the table. Not once. You didn’t understand, and still don’t, why you couldn’t just be normal and find a girl you like. You knew for a fact that you were straight but every girl that you had met just… didn’t feel right to be your girlfriend.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a large impact on your back, causing you to grunt in response.

“IIII seee a gloomy looking person!” Subaru exclaims, twirling around and jumping in front of you, giggling in her high pitched, excited voice.

You force a smile back. “And I see someone who’s always too hyperactive.”

Subaru laughs. “Huh? This isn’t even hyperactive at all!” She cries.

“Yeah, at least not by your standards.”

Subaru pouts ever so slightly, something you don’t normally see from her. “I… saw the envelope from your locker by the way.” She says, slowing down to match your pace.

“Oh, that? Yeah…” You trail off.

The two of you walk in silence for a few seconds.

“Huh!? Isn’t this the part where you tell me how it went!?” She says breaking the silence, turning her head to you.

“Why do you think it’ll be any different from the other times?” You sigh. “I rejected her. I’ve already told you that there’s never been any girl on my mind.”

“Are you suuuuure? That may have been your last chance!” She says, almost bouncing around.

You just roll your eyes and continue walking, and can’t help but notice a small smile on her face, a face that almost looked relieved.

Before you can study her any further, she perks up. “Wanna go to the baseball pitch today?” She asks excitedly.

“No, not really.” You say flatly.

“Ehhhhhhh? Come on!” She says, tugging your arm as the two of you continue to bicker on and on.