Jillian Robredo x Reader (One-Shots)

my same.

"Tsundere!"

"Huh?"

She clapped once. "Sabi ko, tsundere. That's the term I've been looking for," Jillian said with satisfaction, eyes gleaming.

I rolled my eyes at her randomness habang nagsa-sandok ng food for her, "Pinagsasasabi mo?" I chuckled under my breath when she slightly groaned in response because of my generous serving. Ikaw talaga sumisira ng diet ko palagi, Jill would often mumble in protest. "Tara, kain na tayo."

As we're eating our dinner, I fondly watch Jill talk animatedly about her day, complete with silly expressions and hand motions. I respond with smiles and nods of my own to show that I listen to her with full attention. Hindi kasi talaga ako madaldal, at alam naman ni Jill 'yon. Kaya ayos lang din sa kanya na siya ang mas makwento tuwing magkasama kaming dalawa. I'm more of a listener nga raw sabi niya, kaya rin ako ang human diary nito ni Jill—not that I had a choice at first, but even then I'd still accept. I never tire of hearing her stories as well, kahit pa ramblings na lang, basta marinig ko lang gaano siya ka-passionate masaya na ako. Ang cute din naman kasi, and I love how her eyes light up. I made a silent pact to myself to always protect that happiness Jillian has more than anything.

"Ikaw? How was your day, labs?" Jillian asked as she concludes her story.

I shrugged as I drank the last drop of my water, trying to fight the blush coming its way to my ears and cheeks from that endearment, "Not as interesting as your day. Usual to-do list lang tapos hinintay kang umuwi. Medyo nagpahinga rin since it's the weekend," I smilingly answered with a subtle nod.

Jillian pouted due to my vagueness and sighed, "Ang stoic mo talaga, Ice Bear. Para kang si Mama minsan," She playfully replied.

When I first met her during a college event, her chirpy personality is what I noticed at first. Another excited freshie, how adorable, sana hindi masira ng Uni ang spirit nito. I was already a Junior at the time. At dahil Pilipino rin ako, we were introduced by a mutual friend. May unspoken bond na agad talaga kapag may kababayan ka sa ibang bansa. Now, I'm aware of who she is, after all, her mom is the Vice-President of the Philippines. I even voted for Madam VP then. Pero never did she once use her family name to achieve her goals, sobrang humble at independent na bata.

Mas naging close kami since same majors naman kami, so minsan if need ng tips and advice from an upperclassman, ako tinatakbuhan ni Jill. And I know for a fact na NYU and NY in general is expensive, kaya I gave her some of the books I've used and know that she'll need in the future. Though ang napapansin ko sa kanya, kahit na mas matanda ako, she never once called me ate. I have no problem with it at all. I've spent most of my life sa US and they have no honorifics here, they even call their own parents by their names!

Pero malambing si Jill, which I'm not! One of her ways of greeting is a warm bear hug pa naman, as a person who's repulsed by any form of physical touch, nope. Not even some of my closest friends get to embrace me, nor my family members.

Kahit na alam na ni Jill na hindi talaga ako affectionate, she'd still hug me briefly to tease me lang. I'd just sigh and tap the top of her head. Some days, kung feel niya wala talaga ako sa mood, she'll only hold my hand. For some reason, she knows when to not push my buttons (that I'm grateful for). I'd squeeze her hand back in gratitude and understanding. At dahil unwavering talaga ang pagiging clingy ni Jill, I mentally exercised myself na mag-warm up sa mga gano'n niya. Pagbigyan na lang ang bata.

Tuwing sumesweldo naman siya from her part-time job, lagi akong niyayaya ng libre as a way of thanks, which I always reject. "Ipunin mo na lang for yourself. Mas need mo 'yan kesa sa akin," I would always remind her. Tapos ako na manti-treat sa kanya.