Requested by snowyroses-

This was a bit hard top write cuz I didn't know how to make the plot, I tried my best. ;u;

Kira Hiroto x F! Introvert! Reader

(Y/n) - Your name
(L/n) - Last name
(S/p) - Soccer position
(H/c) - Haircolor
(F/f) - Favourite flavour

It was a special day for the children in Ohisama En, Kira Hitomiko, the daughter of the owner of the orphanage, made a soccer team to take part in the FF; Eisei Gakuen, conformed for fifteen players.

All of the players were happy enjoying the game, except for two of them. (Ln) (Y/n), a (s/c) in the team, and Kira Hiroto, the top goalscorer. Both of them were in a spot apart of the rest, not even talking or saying a single word. The gray haired boy was kicking hard the ball against a wall, while the girl was symply standing by in a corner.

Kiyama Tatsuya, the captain of the team, approached the (h/c) haired girl with a gentle smile on his faces. "Don't you come to play?" He said calmly, typical attitude of the light in the team.

"Ok." She answered, a simple and short answer. She didn't really fancy on talking to people or express her feelings and emotions. She just maintained the distance and the apathy. Even with that, she didn't replicate to the red haired.

Tatsuya returned with the other players before the girl, who took a quick glance at Hiroto; he didn't talk to anybody un any of the soccer practice. (Y/n) was surprised by the indifference of the coach, she just let the boy do whatever he wanted.

"Hey, (L/n)!" Tatsuya shouted at her from the center of the field, all the players were staring at her with curiosity, maybe because she seemed very interested in the son of Kira Seijirou. "Ignore him, he only come here to bother."

And like a magic switch, the mentioned boy turned around and clicked his tongue. "Any problem?" His voice was aggressive and rough, the girl could feel the rage in his words. "And you! Stop staring at me, stalker!" (Y/n) was confused at first by his words, until she realized that they were for her. She flinched a little and looked to the other side. "Has the cat got your tongue?"

"Enough." Tatsuya interposed and grabbed the girl's arm. She stayed still and let him carry her to the field. Yagami Reina, Midorikawa Ryuuji and some of the other players looked at her with pity; Hiroto was always so harsh sometimes even hurting people's pride.

The rest of the practice went well, they all played soccer and Hitomiko was so proud of them. Hiroto left earlier the building, without saying goodbye. (Y/n) stared at him while he were leaving, she didn't know why, but something about the guy gained her interest. He took a glance of his behind, and for a moment, their looks connected. A slight blush covered the girl's blush and that made her shudder.

...

The team was winning all the matches of the FF, Hiroto was making a goal record. The only problem was that he was a rude and aggressive player; he didn't let his teammates take the ball, stealing it and playing by his own. That attitude piss (Y/n) off, but still, she didn't say a word, just stared at him with bother.

They'd never talked since "the stalker incident", well, if that can be considered a conversation. She even doubted if he knew her name. He didn't care about play real soccer, why he was going to worry about her? (Y/n) didn't know why she cared so much about Hiroto's treatment, he acted bad with literally everyone.

"(Y/n)!! Hello? Are you in there?" The (h/c) haired girl woke up from her daydreaming by a hand moving in front of her face. "Soccer practice has finished, let's go home." Reina said to the girl smiling a bit, to which (Y/n) just nodded.

Before leaving the building, (Y/n) saw Tatsuya and Hiroto arguing about something. She tried her hard top read their lips, but she only got a bad look from the gray haired boy. She turned her look and left rapidly the building.

...

The days passed by and Eisei Gakuen passed the first phase of the FF. At the time, they hadn't lost any matches and they were winning a good reputation. Still, the team was a bit disapointed, Hiroto was the one who scored all the goals and didn't let the others play.

The practice ended and as usual, (Y/n) look how he left earlier than the rest. She didn't know why she kept doing it knowing that all this staring thing only annoyed the boy more and more.

She was the last to leave the building, trying to put her things in the training bag without dropping them, she felt a presence getting close. Before she realized, her body was pinning against the wall.

"Can you stop looking at me all days? You're so annoying only staring without saying a word." She raised her look, meeting with beautiful pale-red eyes; his look was harsh and he seemed so angry. "What? You're not going to say anyhing?"

And he was right, the girl only interviewed her look with his and maintained the eye contact, getting Hiroto on his nerves. "Tsk. This is useless." She could swear to see a slight blush painting on his cheeks, making her giggle a bit.

"Eh?! What are you laughing for?!" He tried hard top remain rough, but the cute laugh of (Y/n) melted him.

"Sorry." She gently said while she was getting closer to Hiroto's face, giving him a cute peck on the cheek. After that, she left, leaving a flustered boy behind.

Hiroto was so confused by the girl's actions, but still, he smirked to himself. Maybe he needed to go to soccer practice more often.

...

The days continued to pass, and the Eisei Gakuen played against the Inakuni Raimon; they lost, but a good thing was that Hiroto became more closer to his teammates, including the quiet (h/c) haired girl. She wasn't that open or talkative, a fact that he loved about the girl.

"(Y/n)." Hiroto called looking down at the girl. They were walking around the town just killing the time.

"Umh?" She answered signaling him to continue. She was eating a (f/f) ice cream enjoying and tasting its flavour.

He leaned on and kissed her gently on the lips, making the girl blushed a dark red by the sudden action. They were like this for a few seconds until he broke the friction.

He looked at the cute girl and smirked. "You look like a tomato." He said and grabbed (Y/n) by the waist, giving her a last peck on the lips.