The Otaku (Uruha x Reader)

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You loved anime and manga. There was no other way to describe it. You loved them the same way your best friend Uruha loved to play the guitar.

He jokingly called you an otaku whenever he visited your place. Although the rest of your apartment looked perfectly normal, your laptop had dozens of anime. You had been considered something of an expert back in school, and anyone who needed a specific recommendation from you was never disappointed.

"Heeey, otaku!" Uruha called, ringing the doorbell. "It's me, Uruha."

Five minutes passed before you opened the door. Your eyes were red, and you were blowing your nose into a tissue.

"Whoa, what happened?" He asked, alarmed.

"I j-just finished w-watching this really sad anime," you sniffled, letting him in.

"Another one??"

"But this one was really sad! The characters died, and in a really sad way!" You sobbed.

Uruha knew this wasn't the first time this had happened. Every so often, you'd find some anime that really got to your heart, and it would take you a while to recover from all the emotions.

"Okay, okay," he said to himself, sighing. "I'll make her feel better."

And so, he let you cry on his shoulder, spend half an hour telling him everything about the anime, and venting at the stupidity of some of the characters, who would have survived if they hadn't been so stupid.

"...I mean, he shouldn't have gone to the hospital that day! That was the dumbest thing he could do in the middle of a plague!"

"Yeah, I can see why," Uruha said, but his mind was somewhere else.

Truth be told, although Uruha teased you for being an otaku, he actually found it kinda cute. He loved the way your eyes would light up when the two of you went out for karaoke and an anime song was available on the playlist. He loved how you laughed with the characters as though you were in their world. With you, somehow everything seemed so much nicer.

"You're so cute when you talk about anime," he laughed aloud, ruffling your hair. "Maybe that's why I like you so much," he added under his breath.

"Hm? Did you say something?"

"Nothing, nothing."

But you both knew for a fact that it was definitely not nothing.

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