Misaki Yata X Reader : Can't Handle This

“Mi...sa...ki~,” [Name] purred, trailing a long, slender finger up the length of the auburn-haired male's arm. His body stiffened, every muscle tensing at he close contact with the beautiful female. She had him cornered and, with nowhere to run, he was forced to endure her twisted version of torture. When her hand made it to his upper arm, she gave his bicep a small squeeze and a suppressed squeal escaped her lips. “Ah, you're so fit, Misaki~!”

The blush that had long since plagued Misaki's face deepened, as [Name] inched ever-closer to him. Both of her hands travelled up to the beanie atop his head and quickly removed the obstacle, tangling her fingers in his soft hair. Misaki began stuttering incoherently when [Name]'s body made full contact with his own, her chest pressed firmly against his arm, as she positioned herself beside him. “Mm, and your hair is just wondrous! You're perfect~,” she whispered into his ear, as he slammed is eyes shut, attempting to imagine himself somewhere else, anywhere.

But, it was no use. The young teen couldn't handle this kind of female attention, it was too much for him. With a small yelp and a quick, apologetic bow towards [Name], Misaki jumped to his feet and fled the building, leaving her behind, an oddly cheerful smirk on her face.

With a shake of her head, [Name] walked towards a certain blonde-haired bartender, who had watched the entire scene unfold from behind his bar. She held her small, feminine hand out to him, as if expecting something, and her smirk turned to a victorious smile, as a wad of cash was placed into her waiting hand.

“Heh, see? I told you I could get Yata out of your precious bar!”