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@aefilcres
ᨳ ׄ ׅ ꒰ Seira ── seventeen. enfj. bluelock centered. ılıl : haikyuu. bleach. windbreaker. pjsk. gachiakuta.
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omg thank you everyone for 200 followers!! sorry i’m not actually right now school as been on my ass so bad ☹️ BUT i’ll try to cook up some works to publish over the week !!
sae itoshi fixing your work with out a word
You’re bent over your notebook, scribbling furiously, completely focused. The pen scratches across the page as you mutter half-formed thoughts under your breath. Sae’s sitting nearby, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed, looking like he’s not paying attention—but of course, he is.
He doesn’t say anything. He never interrupts. He just watches, eyes sharp, scanning your work without making it obvious. And then he sees it: a small mistake, something that would probably confuse you later. Not a huge deal, not worth making a fuss over. But he can’t help himself.
Before you notice, his hand reaches out, careful, almost invisible, and he flips the page slightly, straightens a line, adjusts the angle of a number in your calculations. Not a word, not a sound. Just… fixed.
You pause, pen hovering. “…Huh?” you mutter, eyes narrowing. The page looks… neater. Somehow, subtly neater, but there’s no sign of him near your work anymore.
You look up at him, confused. “Did you just…?”
He leans back a little, arms crossed, expression calm. “I fixed it,” he says simply. “It would have caused problems later.”
“Without asking?” you murmur.
He shrugs. “Asking would have been unnecessary.” His tone is flat, factual, completely unflustered.
You blink at him, a little amused. “Aweee saeee, you really don’t have to do things like this.”
He glances at you briefly, then looks away, pretending not to notice the faint twitch of his mouth. “It’s more efficient this way,” he says.
You shake your head and go back to your notebook. Somehow, knowing he’s quietly paying attention, making sure things stay in order, makes it easier to focus. It’s not his words—it’s that he notices, acts, and leaves, letting you realize afterward that everything is just a little bit better.
You glance up again. He’s still leaning against the wall, arms crossed, calm as ever. Even without saying much, his presence makes you feel a little warmer, a little steadier.
This is Sae. Precise, composed, and quietly attentive.
an: i don’t like this very much but
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getting sae itoshi to admit he likes you.
── 𝒴ou figure it should be easy.
You’re already dating. You’ve been dating. Sae Itoshi texts you good morning, lets you steal his hoodies, shows up when you ask. Objectively, he likes you.
He just won’t say it.
“So,” you say, leaning against the kitchen counter, “do you like me?”
Sae doesn’t look up from his phone. “We’re dating.”
“That wasn’t the question.”
He scrolls. “It answers it.”
“No, it doesn’t. It avoids it.”
He sighs—quiet, controlled, like he’s humoring you more than anything else. “Why are you doing this.”
“Because,” you say, stepping closer, “I want to hear it.”
Sae glances at you then, unimpressed. “You hear things all the time.”
“That’s different.”
“How.”
“Because this is about feelings.”
He stares at you for a beat longer than necessary, like he’s deciding whether this is worth the effort. You don’t back down. You smile, just a little, like you already know how this ends.
“You like me,” you say. “Just say it.”
He goes back to his phone. “No.”
You scoff. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet.”
You move in front of him, blocking his screen. He looks up again, eyebrows lifting a fraction.
“You’re smiling,” he says.
“Because you’re bad at lying.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Then say it.”
Silence.
Sae exhales through his nose, annoyed but not angry. He reaches out, fingers catching your wrist, grounding you in place. Not rough. Familiar.
“You’re persistent,” he says.
“I learned from the best!”
Another pause. His grip tightens just slightly, thumb pressing into your pulse like he’s steadying himself more than you.
“I wouldn’t be here,” he says, flat and honest, “if I didn’t like you.”
You tilt your head. “That’s still not it.”
He clicks his tongue. “You’re exhausting.”
“And you adore me.”
He looks at you again—really looks this time—and something in his expression softens, just enough to count.
“…I like you,” he says.
It’s quiet. Unembellished. Almost reluctant.
You grin. “See? Wasn’t hard!”
He pulls you closer without warning, forehead resting against yours. “Don’t make me say it again.”
You smile anyway.
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1k notes ty guys 🥹🥹
hellooo everyoneee sorry for my inactivity… i’m back at school so that means less frequent post… but i’ll try to post a few times over the weekend!!
itoshi rin as your secret boyfriend
It’s the way he pretends you’re just someone he happens to stand near, even though he always ends up right beside you. Never touching. Never looking for too long. Careful in a way only you notice.
It’s the tiny things. A bottle of water slid toward you without a word. A chair nudged closer with his foot. A quiet text me when you get home sent while he’s sitting three seats away.
In public, he’s all distance and restraint. In private, he’s softer—forehead resting against yours, hands warm and steady like he’s been holding onto the feeling all day.
He doesn’t say much. Just small smiles meant only for you. A light brush of fingers when no one’s looking. A quick kiss stolen in empty hallways that makes you laugh more than it makes you nervous.
Rin insists the secrecy is “annoying,” but you can tell he likes it a little. Likes that you’re his in ways no one else gets to see.
And when you part ways, he walks ahead like nothing’s different.
But later, you get a message:
miss you already.
And you smile, because you know exactly who it’s from.
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Ryusei catches reader in his jersey?😼
omg i love this here you goooo! ( its kinda rushed sorry twin 😣 )
here!
caught in ryusei shidou's jersey , requested
ℋe’s halfway through the apartment, hair still damp, already talking about something loud and unnecessary when he stops dead in his tracks. Like someone hit pause.
Because there you are—bare legs, sleepy expression, his jersey hanging off you like it was made for this exact moment. The number’s crooked across your chest, sleeves too long, collar slipping off one shoulder.
He stares.
Not even subtle about it—just full, unapologetic staring, mouth slightly open like his brain short circuited.
“…No way,” Shidou mutters, more to himself than you. Then his lips curl into that familiar, dangerous grin. “You tryna kill me first thing in the morning or what?”
He doesn’t wait for you to answer.
Your fingers curl into the hem of the jersey instead, tugging it down instinctively as you shift your weight. “I— I was cold..,” you mumble, eyes dropping to the floor like you’ve been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.
Shidou notices immediately.
He lets out a low chuckle, the kind that means he’s thrilled. “Ohhh,” he says, dragging the sound out. “So now you’re shy?”
You glance up at him, cheeks warm. “Stop looking at me like that…”
“Like what?” He steps closer anyway, invading your space without touching you, grin sharp and satisfied. “Like you’re wearin’ my jersey?”
He tilts his head, eyes flicking over you again. “Didn’t think you’d get all quiet about it,” he adds. “Kinda cute.”
“That’s not—” you start, but your voice trails off.
He laughs, softer this time, clearly enjoying the way you won’t meet his gaze. “Relax,” he says. “I’m not gonna steal it back.”
Then, almost casually, he reaches out and straightens the collar on your shoulder, quick and light, like he’s done it a hundred times. “Next time,” he adds, voice low and teasing, “wear it on purpose.”
He steps past you after that, still smiling to himself, already talking again like nothing happened.
But your ears stay warm long after he’s gone.
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my shaylaaaaa😭😭i can’t tap on ur master list💕
AHHH SORRY it’s bcs i currently haven’t made one… im too lazy but this just gave me motivation to finally make one !! thanks ❤️
he brushes your hair when you’re too tired.
You’re sitting there with the brush in your hand, staring at nothing.
You drag it through your hair once. It catches. You sigh and stop, shoulders slumping like the effort alone was too much.
He watches you for a second before stepping closer. “Here,” he says softly, taking the brush from your fingers. You don’t even protest.
He moves behind you, close enough that you can feel him there, and starts brushing your hair for you. Slow, deliberate strokes. He’s careful where it tangles, easing through instead of pulling, pausing whenever you shift like you might tip over.
Your head dips forward without you realizing. He steadies you with his other hand, thumb resting lightly at the back of your neck.
“Still tired,” he murmurs, more observation than comment.
You hum, eyes closing. The quiet rhythm of the brushing makes it harder to stay awake, each pass smoothing more than just your hair. He takes his time, like there’s nowhere else he needs to be yet.
When he finishes, he runs the brush through one last time, neat and gentle. His hand lingers for a second, resting against your head, grounding.
“Okay,” he says quietly. “You’re good.”
You don’t move right away.
Neither does he.
Isagi Yoichi. Reo Mikage. Kunigami Rensuke. Hiori Yo. Akaashi Keiji. Osamu Miya. Kita Shinsuke. Yuji Itadori. Nanami Kento. Uryu Ishida. Aoyagi Toya. Zhongli. — or whoever you see best fit!
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hi bb! i love your account its soo cute! i was wondering if you only write for the fandoms on your pinned post, or not? ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
helloooo and yes!! i do :))) those are just in my pinned bcs those are the ones i probably will write the most for! but yes i will write for basically any fandom!
he stays even when he’s tired.
He’s tired. You can tell.
It’s in the way his blinks last a second too long, the way his head tips forward before he catches himself. He checks the time once, then turns his phone face down like he’s decided it doesn’t matter.
“You don’t have to stay,” you say quietly. “I know you’re exhausted...”
He hums, noncommittal. Shifts closer instead.
“I’m fine,” he says, voice rough with sleep. A pause. “You’re not.”
That’s all it takes.
He doesn’t ask what’s wrong. Doesn’t push you to talk or try to fix anything. He just stays—elbow brushing yours, shoulder warm and steady. When you finally speak, your words come slow, careful, like you’re testing the air between you.
He listens. Really listens. Even when his eyes close, even when his breathing evens out, he reacts at the right moments—soft sounds of acknowledgment, a quiet laugh when you manage one.
At some point, his head dips against yours.
You think he’s asleep until he murmurs, barely audible, “I’m still here.”
Your chest tightens.
He stays like that, half-awake and stubborn about it, until your thoughts stop racing and the room feels less heavy. Only then does he let himself relax fully, weight settling against you like it’s where he was meant to be all along.
If he’s tired tomorrow, that’s fine.
Tonight, he chose you.
Suna Rintarou. Kageyama Tobio. Tsukishima Kei. Nagi Seishiro. Sae Itoshi. Kunigami Rensuke. Okkotsu Yuuta. Ishida Uryu. Aoyagi Toya. Geto Suguru. Kuchiki Byakuya. Kamishiro Rui. Shinonome Akito.— or whoever you see best fit!
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Your writing is scrumptious.
YOOO THANK YOU SMM
yoichi isagi choosing you over overthinking
Isagi’s been quiet for a while.
Too quiet. You recognize the signs—the way his gaze drifts past you, unfocused, fingers tapping against his knee in a steady rhythm as thoughts stack on top of each other. He’s replaying something again. A decision, a moment, a hundred possibilities all fighting for attention.
“If I’d just reacted faster,” he mutters, half to himself. “Or taken a different angle—”
You let him talk at first. You always do.
But when his words start looping, when his shoulders tense like he’s bracing for something that already happened, you reach out and gently catch his hand.
He pauses.
Looks down at where you’re holding him. Then back up at you.
“…Sorry,” he says, a little embarrassed. “I’m overthinking again.”
“I know.”
He exhales, almost a laugh, but it sounds tired. His mind clearly wants to keep going—he can feel it, you can see it—but this time, he stops himself.
“No,” he says quietly, shaking his head. “I don’t want to do this right now.”
You blink. “You don’t?”
He squeezes your hand once, grounding himself. “If I keep going, I’ll miss this.” He gestures vaguely between you, like the moment itself matters more than the explanation. “I don’t want that.”
The tension in him eases as he shifts closer, resting his shoulder against yours. His breathing slows.
“I can think about it later,” Isagi says, voice softer now. “Right now, I just want to be here. With you.”
You lean into him, and he relaxes completely, the weight lifting in a way that feels intentional.
For once, his thoughts can wait.
You can’t.
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ryusei shido grinning when you scold him
── 𝒴ou’re talking when Shidou leans in.
At first you think it’s an accident—he shifts closer on the bench, shoulder brushing yours. Then he keeps going.
You pause mid-sentence. “Why are you in my space.”
He doesn’t answer. Just keeps leaning until he’s close enough that you can feel the warmth of him, his grin unmistakable even before you look.
“…Shidou,” you say.
He hums, amused. “Yeah?”
“You’re too close.”
“That so?” He tilts his head, eyes bright. “Thought I’d check.”
You try to lean back, but he follows easily, crowding you with zero shame. You glance away, flustered, which only makes him laugh.
“Ohhh,” he says. “There it is.”
“There’s nothing,” you mutter.
“Sure there is.” He leans in just a little more, voice low. “You always do that.”
You finally shove his shoulder. Not hard—just enough to get space. He lets you, laughing, clearly satisfied.
“Relax,” Shidou says, pulling back at last. “I just like seein’ you react.”
You glare at him. He grins wider.
Worth it.
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sae itoshi kissing you mid-sentence.
── 𝒴ou’re still arguing when it happens.
Not loudly—just firm, words stacked neatly because you’ve been thinking about this since earlier and you will finish your point.
“And I don’t get why you’d even assume that when I—”
Sae leans in and kisses you.
It’s quick. Quiet. Almost careful. Not enough to be dramatic, just enough to interrupt you completely.
You freeze.
When he pulls back, you’re staring at him, heat rushing to your face, thoughts suddenly nowhere near where they were a second ago. Your mouth opens, then closes again.
He waits.
“…Why did you do that,” you manage, voice noticeably less steady.
“You were getting worked up,” he says calmly.
“That—” You stop, flustered, words tangling. “That wasn’t fair...”
His eyes flicker, like he notices the shift. “You’re blushing.”
“I am not.”
He leans closer, not kissing you again, just close enough to make it worse. “You are.”
You look away, annoyed with yourself. “That doesn’t mean you get to just—do that!”
“I know.” His tone softens. “I wanted to.”
That makes it harder.
You try to regroup, but your thoughts are scattered now, argument slipping through your fingers. Sae watches you quietly, like he’s content to let the moment settle.
“…I forgot what I was saying,,,” you admit.
He nods once. “We can come back to it.”
You glance at him. He’s calm. Completely unaffected.
You’re not.
And somehow, that feels intentional
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reo mikage getting offended when you don’t let him spoil you
── 𝒴ou reach for your wallet out of habit, fingers already brushing the edge before you even think about it.
Reo catches the movement immediately.
“Hey,” he says, gentle but firm, nudging your hand back like he’s correcting something obvious. “What’re you doing?”
“Paying...” you answer. “Like a normal person.”
He blinks at you, genuinely baffled. “Why would you do that when I’m right here?”
You shrug. “Because I can. And because you don’t need to keep spending money on me.”
That’s when his expression shifts. Not angry—just quietly offended, like you’ve missed the point entirely.
“It’s not about the money,” Reo says, voice lower now, more earnest. “I like doing things for you!”
“I know, but—”
“But nothing.” He’s already pulling out his card, offering it with an easy smile that doesn’t leave room for argument. “Let me spoil you.”
You sigh, but it comes with a smile. “Well... If you insist.”
“Only because you keep fighting it,” he says, pleased.
When you step back outside, the air cooler, his mood flips instantly. The earlier offense melts away like it never existed. He smiles, content, looping an arm around your shoulders as you walk, pulling you into his side like that’s where you belong.
“See?” he says lightly. “Everyone’s happy.”
You laugh, tipping your head toward him. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Only for you,” Reo says easily.
And honestly?
You don’t mind at all.
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