JapanXReader- Anime Club

Hues of red, orange, and pink taint the evening sky, as I watch the sun slowly set over the horizon. Glancing down at my watch, I notice it is almost time for the club meeting to start. Over my shoulder, I can see people occasionally drift in from the other areas of the library.
An obnoxiously loud blonde filters in and I have to blink to tell if I was truly seeing double as a much quieter blonde follows close behind.
"See bro? They didn't start without us!" points out the blue-eyed blonde as he gestures towards the occupants of the room.
I can't quite catch the other blonde's soft-spoken words, but I can just barely make out something about driving too fast and a speeding ticket.
Looking away, a familiar brown curl catches my eye and I turn to face my friend, Feliciano Vargas.
"Thanks for inviting me, Kiku! This Anime Club sounds like a lot of fun!" chirps Feliciano cheerfully.
"Hai, Anime Club is entertaining for those who can appreciate such styre of art," I agree with the excited Italian.
"Hey, vat's going on in here?"
Locating the source of the German accent, I discover a recognizable trio standing curiously in the doorway.
"Looks like it could be fun. Why don't we check it out, mon ami?" suggests a wavy-haired blonde sporting a French accent.
"Vatever it is, it just got much more avesome viz my appearance," boosts the albino as he struts in with his posse.
While leaving my face expressionless on the outside, I mentally sigh in light irritation. My friend, Ludwig, has often complained about his overly-confident, older brother, so I already had an impression of Gilbert Beilschmidt. I wasn't pleased to share his company for the evening, but I allow it to slide.
"Snacks? Sweet! I'm starving dude!" declares the American as he begins scarfing down some Pocky.
"Alfred-san, prease, those are for whire we watch Brack Butrer and the other Anime," I point out with a sigh.
The blonde pauses in the process of shoving more Pocky sticks in his mouth and turns to stare at me guiltily. The puffiness of his stuffed cheeks makes me smile in amusement on the inside.
"Oh, so'vy d'm'de-" mumbles Alfred through the food crammed into his mouth.
"Alfred-san, I can't understand you…" I sigh while my American friend forces the contents of his mouth down his throat as he swallows.
"I said: sorry dude," repeats Alfred, a bright smile left beaming on his face.
I look over to see Feliciano carefully nibbling on a cookie stick himself. When he looks up and catches my disapproving gaze, he freezes like a deer in headlights. He swallows the Pocky he was eating nervously and stares at me like a guilty puppy.
"Feli-kun…" I sigh.
"So dude, when do we get this party started?!" asks Alfred loudly.
Before I can reply, a group of newcomers arrive. I watch as three young ladies walk in and explore.
"Finally! Some girls!" Without wasting a second more, Gilbert and his posse strut over to the trio to do what they do best: flirt and show-off.
I'm about to turn away, when I see one girl break off from the group and drift over to where Alfred and I stand.
"Oooh, Pocky! Can I have some?" She turns to stare at me expectantly with sparkling (e/c) eyes.
"Actuarry, I was hoping to start this crub meeting first before passing out the snacks…um…"
"_______. You can call me ______." She held out her hand for me to shake and after hesitating for a few moments I took it.
"I'm Kiku Honda, ______-san, and this is Alfred-san." Using my Kantana sheathe, I smack away Alfred's hand as he tries to stuff himself with more Pocky, since he thought I was too distracted to notice.
"Ouch!" yelps Alfred as he recoils his hand before extending his other hand to ______-san. "The hero is pleased to meet you, _____!"
"And I'm Feliciano!" chirps Feliciano as he pops up behind Alfred, waving at ______-san.
With introductions out of the way, I announce the meeting is starting and I move to set up the projector to display an episode of Black Butler. I kneel down in front of the screen to watch and everyone else soon gathers around to watch as well.
A flicker of white catches my eye and I turn my head to see _______-san bending down to sit beside me, being careful not to allow her knee-length, white dress to shift too much. Upon closer examination, I notice delicate, pink flowers stitched into the snow-white dress. They remind me of cheery blossoms in the springtime.
Noticing I was staring, ______-san gave me a curious look. "I hope you don't mind me sitting next to you, Kiku."
I instantly snap out of my stupor and quickly look away, embarrassed for rudely staring.
"I don't mind." Normally, I wasn't comfortable with anyone being as close to me as _____-san was-I fiercely guarded my personal space-but, her proximity didn't bother me. In fact, it was welcoming.
As I watched episode after episode of varying anime, I didn't notice I was drifting closer to _____-san while she drifted closer to me. We smile at the same time during our favorite spots in an episode, she points out how funny it was to see that character dramatically trip, and I can't help, but be surprised she likes anime exactly how I do.
"Oh Tamaki, when will you learn?" She rolls her (e/c) eyes as we watch an episode of Ouran High Host Club.
"Pfft! If I vas in zat club, zer vould be twice as many girls zer to see me zan all zose boys combined!" boosts Gilbert proudly.
"You have to admit, they aren't half-bad and a host club is an interesting idea…" adds Francis, "Being able to flirt with pretty girls all day? I would love to do that…."
"Don't you do zat already?"
"Yes, but not always with as good reception as in that host club…"
Something brushes my shoulder and I turn to notice ______-san's hair was brushing against me with how close she was. Looking up, I see _____-san with her mouth slightly agape as if she was going to say something, but when she realizes how close we are she stumbles back to open up space between us. A light dusting of pink tints her cheeks as she looks away in a sudden shyness.
"Sorry Kiku, I didn't mean to invade your personal space," apologizes ______-san as she laughs nervously.
I almost don't respond, since her blushing is distracting me. Even after watching numerous Animes, there was no comparing to how adorable _____-san looked at that moment. All those Anime girls weren't capable of having such a sincere and real show of emotion like her. Maybe that's why something felt different in my chest.
"Um, Kiku? You're staring again."
I blink once slowly, a blank expression upon my face. Then without my control, my cheeks begin to burn and I'm unable to stop the color flooding to my face.
"I-I'm sorry _____-san. How rude of me," I blurt out, shaking my head at my poor manners.
_____-san stares at me for a few minutes as she thinks. Slowly, a playful smile spreads across her lips.
"I might be able to forgive you if you tell me why you like staring at me so much," she teases.
Without warning, shyness creeps inside but for the sake of this moment I shove it away. Reaching out, I lightly grab her hand and gently pull her to her feet.
"Would you prease come with me, ____-san? I need some air," I ask, hoping she'll agree.
"Um, sure Kiku." And without another word, we leave the room through a side door and step into the cooler air of night.
Once outside, _____-san stares up and the stars glittering like the embers of a dying fire in the sky.
Taking a few steps towards her, I stop. I know what I want to do, but I'm clueless as to how to proceed.
Spinning on the heel of her foot, _____-san turns so her bright (e/c) eyes meet my dark brown eyes, her (h/c) hair swirling around her shoulders.
"So what's the real reason we're out here, Kiku?" she asks innocently.
Moving closer until we're mere inches apart, I keep my gaze even with hers.
"Um, ____-san. I do not know the proper way to go about this, but…..may I kiss you?" I ask softly, suddenly aware of my heart beating fast.
Honestly, I was just as surprised as she was with this request since I wasn't sure how I could have fallen for ______-san so quickly, but there was no turning back.
At first, ______-san didn't respond. She stands there with a dazed look on her soft features. Then, slowly, she leans in and catches my cheeks in her hands before bringing our lips to connect. It's now my turn to be dazed and when I finally do recover my senses, I allow myself to enjoy the taste of her sweet lips.
I've never shared a moment like this with anyone and it was both new and exciting to me. That's why I feel disappointment, when she breaks away.
"So does that answer your question?" Her (e/c) eyes glowed as she looks at me.
Before I can answer, loud clapping interrupts us. Startled, we turn to see the entirety of the club members watching from the library's windows.
The infamous trio holds up scorecards with varying numbers from the back of the crowd as if they were rating something.
"Not bad for a guy who has personal space issues," points out Gilbert to his friends.
"I give him a lower score for the lack of passion in the kiss," explains Francis.
The Prussian and the French man turn to their Spaniard friend who is holding up a perfect score.
"Vhat's viz ze perfect ten?" questions Gilbert, confused.
"Sorry, I love happy endings…" answers Antonio, his sparkling green eyes portraying his joy.
My cheeks burn a dark shade of red and I notice I'm not alone, when I cast a glance at ____-san.
Alfred opens a window and waves at me with Feliciano beside him.
"~Veh, I'm so happy for you Kiku!" calls Feliciano.
"Ye'h! Gmmmm' Ki'chu!" cheers Alfred, his mouth crammed with 'Hello Panda' cookies.
I sigh in embarrassment.
"Want to leave early?" offers _____-san, her face as red as mine.
I nod and we swiftly leave the scene and the paparazzi we call 'friends' behind. Glancing over at _____-san beside me as we make our way towards my car, I'm reminded of a sweet cherry blossom and this time, it's not just because of her dress.