Sengoku BASARA || Reader-Inserts

little princess || chousokabe motochika

HA HA im sorry
*casually slips you this garbage i made over the duration of a week*

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-6th Grade ❤️-

He stuck out like a sore thumb in the class.

A tall, lanky form, pale skin, meek face, his bangs covering his left eye...

Not to mention his spiky white hair.

Chousokabe Motochika twiddled his thumbs in his seat, hoping not to be noticed by that person. But how could she not? Her seat was right next to his...

"Hey, Little Princess!"

He flinched at the name given to him as it was shouted for everyone to hear. Snickers and giggles could be heard in the background and Motochika looked down on his table in embarrassment.

"Hey, look at me when I'm talkin' to you, Little Princess."

He quickly obeyed and met his eye with (e/c) ones.

The girl's lips curled into a smirk, "Much better."

"W-What do you want, (L/N)?" Motochika asked, trying to put on a brave face.

It's been like this since the first day of 4th grade: (F/N) calling him 'Little Princess', while he just took it like the weakling he thinks he is. The two of them were complete opposites. (F/N) was the louder, meaner, alpha type, while Motochika was quiet, shy, and a doormat. There's also the fact that (F/N)'s the leader of the rowdy kids; those that would likely become delinquents in the future.

"Just wanted to check on the Little Princess." She grinned and sat down on her seat beside him.

Motochika furrowed his brows. He didn't want to be called 'Little Princess' anymore, but he knows he can't win against (F/N). He was pretty thin; almost devoid of any muscle, but (F/N) was the best in physical education. There's no way he can win against that, right?

Suddenly, (F/N) grabbed his lunch bag, "Ooh, nice bag, Little Princess! I wonder what's inside?" She said before shaking it a bit.

"Hey! S-stop that.." Motochika protested, but she didn't listen. When she began to open the bag, he quickly took it from her.

(F/N) looked at him with an irritated expression as he shook in fear. "T-this is my l-l-lunch, (L/N)! You.. You can't have it!" He stammered, hugging his bag close to his chest.

(F/N) stood up, "Is the Little Princess finally getting some backbone here?" She growled, pounding her fist against her palm and leaning over Motochika. Height differences didn't matter here. (F/N) is clearly the more intimidating of the two right now.

"H-hey now, you two!" The class rep called out, flinching a bit when the (h/c) haired girl turned to glare at him. "Please don't fight right now..."

(F/N) thought of a moment before sighing and plopping down on her seat. "...Didn't want your stupid lunch, anyway." She muttered, turning away from Motochika's fearful gaze.

The white haired boy sighed in relief and placed his lunch back.

For the remaining classes, (F/N) didn't talk to him nor look at him.

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-After School ❤️-

Trash flew across the room as Motochika tripped while holding the trash bag. He bit his lip as he was on his hands and knees, feeling the stares of his classmates on him.

A familiar voice groaned and a shadow loomed over him. Motochika looked up to see (F/N) looking at him with look of contempt on her face.

"Ugh. Look what you did now, Little Princess." She said, pointing at the garbage spread out on the floor.