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Writing Prompt: ‘I found you stuck in the toilet because you ripped your pants ok so I had to lend you my gym shorts and it looks so funny on you I can’t breathe’ AU
No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening, not today of all days. You couldn’t risk missing any more days or else they’d kick you off the track team.
You paced around the boy’s bathroom, back and forth, biting your thumb as you scrolled through your contacts on your phone. Did anyone on the team have any spare clothes with them? Probably not and if they did it was because they already planned on switching into them. What kind of rotten luck did you have? Having forgotten your spare change of clothes for practice at home and ripping your pants just before practice started.
You couldn’t just go out there and run in ripped pants! You stopped pacing and threw yourself against one of the bathroom stalls, sliding down to the floor where you covered your face and groaned in agitation. “[Your Name]?” you jumped as you heard a knock on the boy’s bathroom door, followed by a familiar voice calling out your name.
“Nami? Nami!” you gasped as you shot straight up and rushed over to the door, almost ripping it off its hinges as you peered down at her. She seemed to jump back in surprise at your sudden appearance before huffing.
“I can hear you all the way from the girl’s bathroom, why are you making such a ruckus in there? Not doing anything inappropriate, are you?” she questioned.
“First off, ew, I’m not like some of the guys in this school and secondly why are you still here? School ended a while ago and normally you’re one of the first people out of here” you raised an eyebrow at the young woman who crossed her arms and huffed once again.
“Robin’s my ride today and she decided to stay late and help the librarian with something. Speaking of staying late, shouldn’t you be at track practice by now?” she asked.
“I would be if it wasn’t for the fact that I ripped my pants and I don’t have any spare clothing to change into” you bitterly muttered.
“Huh? How’d you do that?” Nami asked, tilting her head.
“I don’t really have the time to explain at the moment, I just really badly need something to change into before I’m late for practice and I don’t want to get kicked off the team for missing another day. Do you have any spare clothes that might fit me?” you asked, almost on the verge of begging her.
“Well...” she hummed in thought. “I think my gym shorts might fit you, they are kind of stretchy.”
“Great! Go get them, please.”
“Now hold on, why should I lend you my clothes? What if you damage them or not return them at all?”
“Trust me, Nami, I’ll return them and if they rip then I’ll just buy you a new pair. In fact, I’ll buy you anything you want if I accidentally rip them” you said, throwing in that last bit for a good measure. If anything could sway this girl it was always going to be something that had to do with money or not having to spend her own money on something she wanted. She seemed to mull over your offer before nodding her head.
“Alright, I’ll go get them for you.”
“Thank you! You’re a life saver!”
-Later-
Nami hummed as she waited out in the hall for you to come out, curious to know if her gym shorts really would fit you. Her eyes focused on her phone as she texted Robin to see how much longer the raven-haired woman would be up in the library. “Why did this have to be your gym shorts?” she heard you groan as you exited the bathroom. Looking up, she had to quickly cover her mouth with her hands when she spotted you. Your slightly hairy legs were now exposed as the shorts stopped short mid-thigh, they were a bright pink color with the words ‘Juicy’ sewn onto the back. “I’d rather run in my underwear then face the others or even the coach in this” you bitterly grunted.
Narrowing your eyes when you took note of how her body was shaking. “Don’t you—” you were cut off as she burst out in laughter, clutching her stomach as tears started to well up in the corners of her eyes.
“Y-you look so ridiculous! I-I can’t breathe!” she wheezed, falling onto her knees and then her side as she kicked her feet. Your face flaring up in embarrassment as you venomously glared down at her, before huffing as you grumbled and stormed past her. Not having any time left to stand around and scream at her.
“Thanks for the help, I guess” you grumbled, leaving the laughing teen rolling on the floor.

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Writing Prompt: ‘I found you stuck in the toilet because you ripped your pants ok so I had to lend you my gym shorts and it looks so funny on you I can’t breathe’ AU
No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening, not today of all days. You couldn’t risk missing any more days or else they’d kick you off the track team.
You paced around the boy’s bathroom, back and forth, biting your thumb as you scrolled through your contacts on your phone. Did anyone on the team have any spare clothes with them? Probably not and if they did it was because they already planned on switching into them. What kind of rotten luck did you have? Having forgotten your spare change of clothes for practice at home and ripping your pants just before practice started.
You couldn’t just go out there and run in ripped pants! You stopped pacing and threw yourself against one of the bathroom stalls, sliding down to the floor where you covered your face and groaned in agitation. “[Your Name]?” you jumped as you heard a knock on the boy’s bathroom door, followed by a familiar voice calling out your name.
“Nami? Nami!” you gasped as you shot straight up and rushed over to the door, almost ripping it off its hinges as you peered down at her. She seemed to jump back in surprise at your sudden appearance before huffing.
“I can hear you all the way from the girl’s bathroom, why are you making such a ruckus in there? Not doing anything inappropriate, are you?” she questioned.
“First off, ew, I’m not like some of the guys in this school and secondly why are you still here? School ended a while ago and normally you’re one of the first people out of here” you raised an eyebrow at the young woman who crossed her arms and huffed once again.
“Robin’s my ride today and she decided to stay late and help the librarian with something. Speaking of staying late, shouldn’t you be at track practice by now?” she asked.
“I would be if it wasn’t for the fact that I ripped my pants and I don’t have any spare clothing to change into” you bitterly muttered.
“Huh? How’d you do that?” Nami asked, tilting her head.
“I don’t really have the time to explain at the moment, I just really badly need something to change into before I’m late for practice and I don’t want to get kicked off the team for missing another day. Do you have any spare clothes that might fit me?” you asked, almost on the verge of begging her.
“Well...” she hummed in thought. “I think my gym shorts might fit you, they are kind of stretchy.”
“Great! Go get them, please.”
“Now hold on, why should I lend you my clothes? What if you damage them or not return them at all?”
“Trust me, Nami, I’ll return them and if they rip then I’ll just buy you a new pair. In fact, I’ll buy you anything you want if I accidentally rip them” you said, throwing in that last bit for a good measure. If anything could sway this girl it was always going to be something that had to do with money or not having to spend her own money on something she wanted. She seemed to mull over your offer before nodding her head.
“Alright, I’ll go get them for you.”
“Thank you! You’re a life saver!”
-Later-
Nami hummed as she waited out in the hall for you to come out, curious to know if her gym shorts really would fit you. Her eyes focused on her phone as she texted Robin to see how much longer the raven-haired woman would be up in the library. “Why did this have to be your gym shorts?” she heard you groan as you exited the bathroom. Looking up, she had to quickly cover her mouth with her hands when she spotted you. Your slightly hairy legs were now exposed as the shorts stopped short mid-thigh, they were a bright pink color with the words ‘Juicy’ sewn onto the back. “I’d rather run in my underwear then face the others or even the coach in this” you bitterly grunted.
Narrowing your eyes when you took note of how her body was shaking. “Don’t you—” you were cut off as she burst out in laughter, clutching her stomach as tears started to well up in the corners of her eyes.
“Y-you look so ridiculous! I-I can’t breathe!” she wheezed, falling onto her knees and then her side as she kicked her feet. Your face flaring up in embarrassment as you venomously glared down at her, before huffing as you grumbled and stormed past her. Not having any time left to stand around and scream at her.
“Thanks for the help, I guess” you grumbled, leaving the laughing teen rolling on the floor.