What if there was a Name x (You) fic where you're both students in an afterschool writing club and all she writes is fanfics which you tease her for. She does most of the writing and you tend to be the one who reads and reviews it for her, including her more intimate fics which she's extremely shy about. One day you decide to write your own fic about Kronii x IRyS, as students in an AU, spending time together in an afterschool club. Name knows you're working on something, but you're too shy to show her your work because you're not confident in your writing.

"Hey, I'm not the best writer either, dummy! And I let you read all my embarrassing fanfiction all the time! Hand it over!"
"W-wait!"

But you're too slow; Name has already grabbed your notebook. As you watch her eyes dart back and forth, right to left, you see her face flush like a thermometer, burning redder and redder as she reads on.
She slams the notebook down against the desk upon finishing.

"D-do you like it..."

Name quickly looks up, her face still bright with a vivid hue

"Hmnmnhn...gosh...it's...just...."
"J-just...what..."
"It's so cute! I mean sure the writing isn't the best and you could've worded the things better but gosh the interactions with Kronii and IRyS just seem so realistic! And the setting, my gosh, I can just imagine it! Two girls sitting in a clubroom afterschool together, waiting for the seeds of their love to blossom! And...and..."

Name took a deep breath and calmed herself down

"It's pretty good. Topic-wise, at least. Topic-wise. You still have some things you can work on...in any case, where did you even get this inspiration for this?"

Your face began to curl into a mix of embarrassment, but also dumbfounded-ness. How did this girl not know? Isn't it obvious? Is she really that dense?

"D-do you really want to know...are you sure you don't know...?"
"Tell me! Tell me! I don't know and I wanna know!"
"Well...i-it's...it's..."

Fuck it. You already wrote it and she already read it. There's no point in hiding what's obvious anymore.

"I-It's inspired by me and you...t-the time we spent together in this clubroom...the f-feelings I've developed for you...it's all about you..."

You finally let it out, eyes closed, clenched in preparation for rejection.
A second goes by. No response. The air around you feels heavy as your heart thumps with anxious rage. Another second goes by. Each tick of the clock feels like an eternity.
You ever so slowly open your eyes, and gaze at the girl across from you through the small crack you can see. She's plastered her face onto her arms, hiding away in complete silence. Though with a careful view, peeking out ever so slightly through her messy, long hair, were the two crimson nubs of her ears burning feverishly from the clearly flushed girl.

"N-Name? Are you okay...?"
"..."
"Name?"
"...dummy..."

Just a half-assed draft, largely inspired by the concept of a synecdoche.