Makoto xReader (Cheeky)

"Would you go out with me?" Makoto said.

You blinked at him. For a second you studied his odd combination of facial expression. His eyebrows were knitted in intense focus while his posture was slightly slouched as he towered over your smaller form.

Then you waited for the eventual 'Ha! Like I'd ever say that!' song and dance he always pulled when feigning sincerity. However...as the moment passed on it never came. Makoto eventually scowled and actually glared at you.

"Well?" He grunted harshly.

You blinked, "I...can't tell if you're being serious right now." You admitted, "I was kinda waiting for you to be a dick and take it back like you always do when you're sincere."

Now Makoto looked pissed. "Idiot. I meant it," he scowled, "So you don't trust me even though I haven't broken you yet...?" He lectured and leaned closer.

"No. I'm not stupid." You replied flatly and blinked again.

In your ears it seemed like the most blatantly obvious thing in the world.

Makoto let out a bitter laugh, one  dripping with false humor and gave you a twisted smile.

"Well aren't you just the ballsy one today." He glowered and leaned down even more, drawing into the territory of uncomfortably close to your face.

But you weren't as uncomfortable as you should be, no; you were too busy trying to hold back a smile, "Of course, mine are bigger than yours after all." You replied and gestured to your own pair with a simple glance towards your chest.

You snickered as you watched Makoto slowly close his eyes and viciously try to fight back an actual smile.

"Damn you (Name)." Makoto grumbled.

"Seriously. That's the best you got? C'mon Hanamiya, I thought you were more creative than that." You teased with a twitch of a smile.

"Don't think I won't hurt you." He warned with as much malevolence as he could muster whilst latching onto your shoulders.

You did you best to mimic his look before replying in a low and deadly tone, "Don't make me sit on you."

Makoto dropped his head almost immediately and you snickered quietly. He was absolutely struggling to contain his mirth.

"(Name)." He warned, but the crack in his tone made you grin.

You ultimately ignored his conflicting tone in favor of running your fingers through his hair.

"(Name)."

"Yes, Schnuckums?"

"I hate you."

You merely grinned and began to take a deep breath. "If you start singing any song with similar lyrics, I will make your life a living hell." Makoto hissed.

"You shrugged, "Fair enough." You paused before cheekily adding, "Though it's not like you don't do that anyway."

And with that, Makoto promptly proceeded to shove you into a row of filled trash cans, causing you to knock them all over.

"ASS!" You shouted angrily as he merely laughed and began to walk away.