Reader-Inserts

GenderNeutral!Reader You knew the universe was taunting you when, even months later, you were still finding clothes he had left behind. A virtual mountain of laundry was beginning to pile up in your living room, but you could not bear to throw it away. Not when that stupid Hawaiian shirt reminded you of your first date at the fair—awkward and sweetly innocent. Or the shorts he wore on your trip to the beach, when he fell asleep on the sand and ended up looking like a lobster for the following month. They still smelled like him—burnt matches and cinnamon and that terrible cologne you had bought him for your first Christmas togeth

Eijirou watched as [Name] rushed ahead, locating the perfect spot for them to look at the cherry blossoms and the waterside. Her dress, [f/c] with white ruffles, a celebration of spring, flounced as she sat underneath a tree, and put down her backpack. Eijirou grinned and sat next to her, felt a cool breeze caress his face in the mild heat of the springtime sun. "It smells amazing," she said, closing her eyes. She was right; it really did. The cherry blossoms in Musutafu were in full bloom, cheery pinks and whites in fluffy bundles atop tree trunks, bright polka dots strewn across the vibrant green of the grass and sparkling blue of the slo