This one took a little longer than the other ones, but there you all go! There are the three one-shots! I feel like this one is a bit more... complete than the other two, but I can definitely imagine writing more for the other two, so maybe that's the upside to "mini-shots."

Either way, I hope you all enjoy!

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'Well, this is awkward,' (Y/n) let out a silent sigh. In his peripheral vision, he could see the purple-haired girl that ended up as his partner in this atrocious group project staring at him. He didn't dare to actually turn and give her any attention though. 'Knowing Kazuichi, he probably found a way to use Nagito's luck to devise this.'

'All I've got to do is get through this project. Honestly, I'll probably just finish it all for the both of us, so I won't have to—'

"Ah, umm, well, I, ah...." Mikan stumbled around her words, causing (Y/n) to absentmindedly glance up to her, his expression unchanging. The plum-haired woman whimpered, "...I'm sorry."

(Y/n) suddenly remembered Kazuichi telling him that he's rather unapproachable due to a mean resting face. He softly exhaled from his nose, relaxing his tense features. He glanced around the room.

It was a small office space, big enough for four to five people to be standing in the area comfortably, so it was more than enough space for the two partners to be in there. Chisa was adamant about using these rooms whenever there were group projects, advocating for class unity. (Y/n) never bothered to keep it in mind for long.

"Don't worry about the project. I'll handle it," (Y/n) tried to reassure Mikan, although his tone and his intentions told two different stories.

"B-But (Y/n), w-wait, can I call you by your first name...?" Mikan asked, but before (Y/n) could reply, her eyes went wide. "I-I'm sorry, I never asked if I could remember your name!"

(Y/n) blinked. The girl looked like she was inches away from bursting into tears.

'How... does somebody become this... meek?' (Y/n) tried not to become bothered, but the dissatisfaction he was feeling couldn't quite be kept off his face.

"It's fine, Mikan," (Y/n) sighed, softly shaking his head. When he looked back up though, Mikan's face was positively jubilant, shining with glee.

"Heh heh, hehehehe...!" Mikan's face was highlighted with dashes of pink, accompanying her soft giggles. When she opened her eyes though, finally noticing (Y/n)'s confusion, her giggling ceased entirely. "Ah! I'm—I'm sorry for laughing so suddenly!"

Her expression fell, becoming nervous and skittish.

"I just... can't help it. I can't remember the last time somebody called me by my first name! N-Normally it's Pig, or Cow, or Bi—"

"I said it's fine," (Y/n) repeated himself, clenching his jaw hard.

Mikan's eyes began to water.

"O-Oh, I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to say anything so... presumptuous!" Now, she actually started to cry. "I'll do anything you say, just please don't hate me...!"

As the girl whimpered and sniveled and cried, (Y/n) just waited, feeling too awkward to do anything.

'I'm not someone who's any good at talking, so I really shouldn't try to console her. Besides, this may not be a normal thing for her. She may just be having a really tough week, or day, or month,' (Y/n) reasoned with himself, softly sighing. And after a few minutes, Mikan eventually calmed down. Before she could psyche herself out again, (Y/n) spoke up. "Don't worry about the project. I'll make sure it's handled."

(Y/n) rose from his spot and walked past Mikan. He got his hand on the doorknob when he hesitated. He turned back on his heel and met Mikan's puffy eyes.

"Miss Chisa plans on giving us all week to work on this, so just relax." Mikan's mouth opened, as if she was about to say something, but it closed when (Y/n) gave her a small smile before turning on his heel and leaving the room, the school's ending bells ringing immediately after the door closed behind him.

Mikan looked at the door, his chest heaving up and down. Her heart thumped.

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After a day had passed, Mikan seemed fairly okay compared to the first day of their project. After a while of having his head buried in their work, (Y/n) eventually took a break, yawning and stretching softly.

At the same time, Mikan's eyes darted away from the young man.

"U-Um...." Mikan's voice squeaked out, pulling (Y/n)'s attention to her. "I-I'm sorry!"

(Y/n) blinked. "Huh?"

She pushed a few pieces of paper (Y/n)'s way, and just a passing glance at them caused the teen's eyes to widen. Mikan noticed this, and grabbed her head, as if bracing for something.

"I-I'm sorry! I know you told me not to do the work... but I, um, didn't want you to become overworked...." Mikan's voice tapered off as (Y/n) picked up her papers. After a moment, she whimpered. "W-Would you be happier if I redid it? I was rushing to get it finished, so I'm sorry if it's too—"

"It's amazing," (Y/n) softly interjected. His eyes were glued to the paper, so he didn't notice the red hue that covered Mikan's face. His eyes began darting from the work to Mikan, his eyes squinted. His eyebrows unconsciously furrowed. "How long did you spend on this...?"

Mikan shifted in her spot. Her eyes stayed locked onto her lap.

"I-I'm sorry, should I take off my clothes?"

(Y/n)'s head suddenly shot up, confusion, nervousness, and horror suddenly covering his face.

"I—wha—why—" (Y/n), in all of his surprise, couldn't even put together a coherent sentence.

Mikan's hands came together in front of her chest fiddling with one another nervously.

"You're right, you definitely don't want to see me naked, right?" She looked troubled. "B-But you're upset, so I should give you something to calm you down, right?"

(Y/n) tried not to let her words get to him, in one way or another. He took a breath to restabilize himself.

He softly shook his head, sighing, "No, no, I'm not upset with you. I just... would've preferred that we split up the work, which probably would've happened if I wasn't so adamant about doing all the work on my own. That's my fault, sorry."

Mikan was quiet, but she was shifting in her spot happily, a pink hue highlighting her face. A giggle fell from her mouth.

A silence settled over the two, not quite peaceful, but not awkward either.

"Well... I—" (Y/n) stopped for a moment, thinking about his words a bit more carefully. "We're done with our project, so we've basically got the next few days to do whatever we want."

(Y/n) picked up his bag, slinging it around his shoulder. He walked past Mikan, ignoring the little sounds that fell from her mouth.

"That also means we won't have to work together," He nodded, smiling softly. He understood more than anyone that working with people you don't know was always unbearable, so he hoped his words brought Mikan relief. "I'll see you later, Mi—"

"Um...! If it isn't too much trouble for you, I'd, um, really like if we could talk again! I just haven't talked to anyone like this in so long, so I...." Mikan's voice drifted off as her eyes darted away from her peer.

(Y/n) was quiet for a long moment, before slowly nodding.

"Alright... alright. It's a... date, then. We'll keep coming back into here, until the end of the week," (Y/n) nodded, giving Mikan the best smile that he could muster up.

"Th-Thank you very much, (Y/n)...!" Mikan giggled, fiddling her fingers happily. "Heh... heh.... Hehehehehe...."

(Y/n) walked out of the room, feeling Mikan's gaze boring holes into his back.

'How can a girl like that... be so... damaged...? And... what can I even do about it...?'

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The room was really quiet, almost obscenely so. (Y/n) spun a pencil in between his fingers absentmindedly, trying to ignore Mikan's rather intense gaze.

"Um...." Mikan spoke up, causing (Y/n)'s pencil to stop in its tracks. He glanced up at her, generally expressionless. "I-I'm sorry, did I do something wrong again...?"

(Y/n) relaxed his eyebrows. He was suddenly very aware of how rude he could look.

"You didn't do anything wrong; I just don't have anything big to say," (Y/n) shrugged, silently hoping his words wouldn't be misconstrued.

"I see... I'm glad...." Mikan blushed, and (Y/n) almost mentioned it, but barely decided not to. "I'm, uh, not very good at many things but I'll do anything so please let me know!"

(Y/n) raised his eyebrows. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, clearly struggling to find the right words.

"L-Like I can eat nasty bugs, or—or you can write on me, people seem to really like that! I can manage all of your debts, and I can be the target for dart games at the same time!" Mikan giggled, as if her words were just little jokes.

(Y/n)'s face went pale. He opened his mouth, but his words died in his throat.

Mikan continued, "U-Um, I can also be a pig, or a cow! O-Or I can uh, I can give you money!"

"I—"

"Or—or—or I can—" Mikan stumbled about her words, her expression becoming more and more dejected as (Y/n) didn't respond to her.

(Y/n) shut his mouth and took a single breath in. He had no idea what to do, so against all sensibility, he did what felt right.

"Mikan," (Y/n)'s voice was soft, but it held a certain firmness that his earlier comments lacked. She looked up to him quietly, desperation making its way onto her face. "It's fine. You're okay. I won't take advantage of you. We're not super close friends or anything, but you don't need to sell yourself short to maintain a simple conversation, okay?"

Mikan was silent, her eyes locked with (Y/n)'s.

After a long time, a time long enough that (Y/n) could hear the ticking of the room's analog clock. It surprised (Y/n) that throughout the entire period, Mikan didn't look away from him once. It unsettled him.

"(Y/n)?" Mikan's voice was soft, so much so that the teen she referred to had to lean in closer to properly hear her. He gave her a soft hum. She continued, "Can you forgive me?"

(Y/n) swallowed.

It should've been an easy "yes," but the intensity of Mikan's gaze made him hesitate. He knew almost nothing about her, and, as rude as he was sure it made him seem, he wasn't confident about forgiving someone for something if he didn't even know what they did.

He set aside his hesitation and thought about things for just a moment.

'I don't know what this girl could've possibly done to be so meek and frail, but... but I just don't think she's done anything to deserve whatever she's been given. Actually, no, there's no way she's done anything that makes whatever has happened to her even slightly acceptable!' And in just a moment, (Y/n)'s conviction was solidified.

"You don't deserve what has happened to you, so... I'll forgive you for whatever could've happened in your past," (Y/n) nodded, smiling softly.

Wordlessly, Mikan smiled. (Y/n) believed it was cute, genuinely so. (Y/n) even had to turn away to make sure that Mikan didn't see his growing blush and awkward smile.

However, the second he turned away, a much deeper, wild emotion emerged from within Mikan.

"(Y/n)?" Mikan's voice, breathy and barely tamed, rung out.

The mentioned teen turned to her and was startled by the almost feral look in her eyes. If she was cute before, now (Y/n) didn't have a word to connect with her expression. Orgasmic was the closest one he could imagine, and even then, it didn't feel quite right.

"I'll do anything you want, but can I ask for one thing first?" Mikan walked around the small table, approaching (Y/n) with that crazily devoted look in her eyes.

"I—Um—Yeah, yeah, sure," (Y/n) barely pulled himself together enough to respond to Mikan, trying not to let nervousness take control of him.

Mikan approached (Y/n), getting close enough that anyone who could've been thinking reasonably would've felt uncomfortable.

Her voice was soft, but her gaze wasn't. "Can I... kiss you?"

'(Y/n), we're an idiot.'

'Yeah, I know.'

'But at least we're an idiot getting a kiss from a cute girl, WOOO!'

(Y/n) slowly nodded, unable to keep the nervous smile from tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The two leaned in, and then their lips met.

The kiss wasn't too long, mainly because (Y/n) pulled away when he felt Mikan's tongue brush against his lips. He hoped the nervousness and surprise he felt didn't make it onto his face.

He and Mikan sat there for a moment, not pulling back anymore than a few inches from one another. Mikan smelled good, (Y/n) did too.

"That was my first kiss...." Mikan spoke quietly, giggling.

(Y/n) nodded, "It was mine too."

It took (Y/n) a moment to process what Mikan said, causing him to let out a soft chuckle.

"W-What is it...?"

"You almost turned both of our first kisses into a French kiss."

"W-Well, I just, um, I—"

"It's okay. It's just me and you. I'll be here to make sure to slow you down a bit."

(Y/n) met Mikan's eyes with a smile.

"Please... don't leave my side."

'We may be an idiot but....'

"Don't worry, I'll be right here."

'Well, at least we're a kind idiot.'

Mikan giggled, leaning in. (Y/n) let out a small sigh and met Mikan in the middle.