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❝ can you pretend to be my boyfriend for a while? ❞ — shinichiro sano.

pairing. shinichiro sano/reader

contains. fluff, fake dating au, friends to lovers au, original characters for the sake of the story.

word count. 3,879

notes. this has been long overdue omg :( it’s been so long since i’ve write smth in this trope again hehe i had fun! <3 i hope everyone who’ll come across this work of mine will enjoy reading this! i tried to grasp shinichiro’s characterization so i’m not really sure if i did it right 😅 anw rbs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! thank you so much! 💕

After waving a hand to Akashi, you let yourself inside Shinichiro’s bike shop, eyes wandering around to look for the black-haired man that you came here for. It didn’t take long for you to locate where he is because you see him busy fixing the motorcycle he’s been working on as a gift to his younger brother, Mikey.

“Shin!” You called out to him as you walked to where he was.

Shinichiro immediately turns his head around after hearing your voice. You see him raising a brow at you as he utters, “Yeah? What’re you doing here?”

The tall man placed down the tool he’s holding as he grabs the towel hanging on the bike to wipe his hands on. Shinichiro slightly opens his arms for you, beckoning you over for a hug.

Taking a step closer, you felt Shinichiro’s arm circling around your back, hand rubbing it three times before he steps away to look at you with a questioning stare.

“Your last class finished early?” he asks, tearing his gaze at you as his fingers went on the hem of the shirt he’s wearing then removing it off his body.

Your eyes glance down at his torso, catching a glimpse of his toned stomach. Scrunching your nose, you tell him, “You really have to stop this habit of yours always taking your top off even if I’m here.”

Chuckling, Shinichiro looks over his shoulder to stare at you as he picks up his spare shirt on the chair near him. While wearing it, he says, “What? You’re telling me you don’t like the free show?”

When he’s finished wearing his shirt, he raises a brow at you, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “Swore you told me you like my body, though. Can’t understand why you’re complaining now.”

Frowning, you pay no mind to the heat spreading all over your face. “That was one time. And I was drunk when I told you that. Can you please let that go?”

Shinichiro lets out a laugh as he walks over to where you are to pinch your cheeks. “Never, sweet.”

You glared at him which made him grin.

“Now, what’re you doing here? Somethin’ wrong?”

“Oh, yeah…” you trailed off, sitting down on one of the chairs, avoiding his stare as you wandered your eyes around the whole place. “I kinda need your help.”

“Mhm,” he hums.

Then you hear the sound of a chair screeching and when you look up, you see that he dragged a chair closer to you so he can sit in front of you.

“What is it?” He asks, raising a brow.

You nibbled on your bottom lip, hesitating if it’s okay to ask him the favor that you needed help with. Shinichiro must have noticed it because he leans in closer, brows pinching slightly together.

“Is it that hard of a favor that you can’t directly ask me? You aren’t like this whenever you ask me for help, you know? You’re usually straightforward,” he chuckled.

“It’s kinda embarrassing,” you muttered under your breath, heat flooding your cheeks.

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