Rikio Kamamoto x Reader-Prince Kamamoto

“I would like prince Kamamoto,” you beamed at Izumo who chuckled at you. He looked at the huge crowd of women swarming Kamamoto.

“He’s very popular, princess (your name),” Izumo sighed. “Also he’s the one who’s bringing the most money, unlike someone,” he growled at Yata. Yata yelped and hid further into the counter.

You pouted, “I really wanted prince Kamamoto.” Izumo sighed at your childish antics, all of sudden his face turned into a smirk. “Maybe you’ll get prince Kamamoto.”

“Huh?” The crowd of screaming women parted and coming through, it was none other Kamamoto smiling to everyone. You can feel Yata’s jealously seep through the counter.

“Thank God it’s summer,” you thought and tried not drool all over the wooden floor as you stared at Kamamoto. You always thought Kamamoto was so sincere and cuddly. You spent a lot of your time with him either scuffing down delicious food or following Yata.

You were appalled when summer came and saw the big cuddly Kamamoto turn into a good-looking man. You tried your best not be judgmental, but from time to time you let it slip and just stared at what the Homra guys call “The Summer Yamamoto.”

“Izumo-san,” Kamamoto interrupted your thoughts, “Did someone ask for me?” Izumo pointed at you trying to hide his snicker. Kamamoto looked at you and smiled.

He walked close to you, kneeled down, grabbed your hand and pecked it. “Princess (your name),” he began to say, “You look beautiful as always.” He looked up and smiled at your blushing face.

“Thank-you prince Kamamoto,” you flushed. Kamamoto got up and lead to you to the patio. “I thought we would dine outside since its good weather.” You nodded in agreement since your mouth couldn’t work at the moment.

You can hear Izumo in the background, “Ladies I’m terribly sorry, but prince Kamamoto will be unavailable.” You can hear the women whine. “But,” Izumo carried on, “I’m available and so is prince Totsuka. If you like the shy type, we have one hiding.”

“Izumo-san! No! I can’t!” Yata pleaded. You couldn’t hear the rest because Kamamoto closed the door. You felt a warm breeze pass through and you smiled; it was a nice summer day.

“Princess (your name),” Kamamoto called and took out your chair, “Here’s your seat.” You smiled at him as you sat down.

“Thank-you prince Kamamoto,” you beamed. He nodded his head and pushed your seat. He walked over to his seat and sat down.

You looked at the table and gasped. “Uh, Kamamoto-kun,” Kamamoto shook his head.
“You have to address me as ‘prince Kamamoto,’” he winked; he leaned his face near yours and whispered. “Sorry it’s Izumo-san’s rules.”

You nodded and cleared your throat. “Sorry. I meant to say prince Kamamoto,” you winked at him. He chuckled and leaned back into his chair.

“As I was saying earlier, why don’t we have food on the table?” You asked. To be honest you were starving. You could remember when you were walking to the patio; you passed some tables that had scrumptious-looking food. Your stomach angrily growled at you and you groaned.

“I can hear your stomach growling from here!” Kamamoto laughed. You laughed along with him.

“The reason why there’s not food because I need to have a serious talk with you and I’m afraid that food will distract you,” Kamamoto said in a serious tone that made you tense up. “We’ve been hanging out a lot, but when summer came you started hanging out less and less with me and Yata-san, how come?”

You gulped and stared at the sky. “Well,” you began to say and looked straight back to Kamamoto who was staring intently at you. “I was having a blast hanging out with you guys, but when summer came you…” you pondered the right words to say as Kamamoto looked worried. You waved your hands in exasperation and slammed your head to the table.

“(your name)-chan!” Kamamoto’s chair screeched and you felt his hand rub your mob of (hair colour) hair. You mumbled.

“What (your name)-chan?” His face was near your head. You turned your head so then your side of your face was pressed onto the table. “I said I felt disgusted with myself because I was checking you out since you lost the weight,” you groaned, “I wouldn’t want a guy to like me based on my looks. I think you’re so cute when you’re chubby and so hot when you’re not chubby, but your personality is wonderful.” You rambled; you were unaware when Kamamoto slipped one of his hands to your face and lifted your head.

“You’re such a nice person, (your name)-chan,” Kamamoto smiled. You faces were so close that your noses touched each other. You opened your eyes and stared into Kamamoto’s brown eyes, but he closed his eyes and his face came closer to yours. Now you can smell Kamamoto’s scent but also the softness of his lips brushing up against yours.

“And that is why I feel in love with you,” he kissed your lips. Your eyes fluttered, your cheeks became hot and you kissed back. He suddenly moved back and you groaned.
“Sorry (your name)-chan,” he whispered and pointed behind him, “but I can feel the glare of Izumo-san at the back of my head. You tilted your body and saw Izumo with his fist clenched and his teeth grinding.

“Well,” you whispered back, “Let’s piss him off even more.” Kamamoto chuckled getting the message. He stood up and waved to Izumo. In a quick motion, he swept you off your feet and carried you in a bridal style. He jumped over the fence and sprinted down the street. You can hear Izumo shouting your name and demanding Kamamoto to come back.

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“So, (your name)-chan what should we do?” Kamamoto asked. You guys were walking hand-in-hand through the busy streets of Shizume City. Before you could answer Kamamoto, your stomach growled loudly.

‘Ugh,” you groaned and rubbed your stomach. “I’m starving! We didn’t have a chance to eat at the bar!”

Kamamoto chuckled, “I know a great fried rice restaurant not too far from here. Their fried rice is top notch.” You licked your lips thinking of fried rice. “Okay!” You cheered.

Kamamoto leaned to your height and pecked your lips. “Then it’s a date.”

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