the complaint about everything being smut is very valid but daily reminder that simply complaining isn't gonna change that smut is what gets hits.
tumblr is the smut central of the internet and if you wanna change that, you can either write the fluff yourself or reblog and show appreciation for all the fluff writers out there !! that would be one way to motivate ppl to write fluff more so it's a win win situation
you guys really need to learn how to tag properly, why is the x fluff tag full of smut posts? let’s put two and two together and stop pretending this isn’t one of the biggest complaints
rin itoshi — he’s the guy you couple up with on day one, and somehow, you two never look back. from the start, you’re the strongest couple in the villa, the ones everyone else quietly watches, either rooting for or secretly intimidated by. casa amor? he’s not even tempted. doesn’t entertain a single conversation. it’s always been you. sure, you argue. you clash. he’s quiet and sharp tongued, and you’re not afraid to call him out, but you both know where home is. no matter what, he sleeps next to you. he picks you. every single time.
sae itoshi — sae comes in as a bombshell, and even though you’re already coupled up, he doesn’t seem to care—calm, unreadable, and clearly only interested in you. he pulls you for chats mid-conversation like it’s nothing, never raises his voice, never begs for attention, just waits for you to look his way. at first, you don’t entertain it out of respect, but your current guy starts getting jealous, acting out, and making it easier for you to check out. by the next recoupling, you’re standing next to sae. the people at home go from hating him to fully obsessed after one quiet “you look better with me” moment on the terrace.
oliver aiku — oliver is the guy who explores every connection in the villa. he came in as a bombshell and shook things up from day one. when you two coupled up, it started as more of a truce, you both didn’t have many other options. it wasn’t exclusive at first; he even explored a connection with another girl in casa amor and brought her back, but you did the same, so it was all good. over time, what started as friendship slowly turned into something more, that classic friends-to-lovers vibe. in the end, you two made it all the way to the finale together.
kunigami rensuke — he was a casa amor guy, and since you weren’t coupled up when it started, you were free game, and so was he. you were drawn to how gentlemanly and grounded he was, though maybe a little too careful at first. it almost felt like something was missing between you. that changed fast after the first challenge, when he had you off your feet and suddenly everything clicked. of course you brought him back to the villa, and you two quickly became a fan favorite for how soft and steady the vibe was. you ended up finishing second, but it felt like a win anyway.
nagi seishiro — another og boy, and honestly, it was a surprise he even signed up for the show. every time the camera panned to him, he was just by the pool, half-asleep. the conversations he had with the other islanders were dry at best, and he was on the brink of being sent home, both the islanders and the viewers growing tired of how little he was giving. that is, until you walked in as a bombshell. suddenly, he was (kinda) making you breakfast, pulling you for chats, and somehow already sleeping in your bed before the next recoupling even happened. the guy who almost got sent home in week one made it all the way to the finale, mostly because of you and the quiet strength you brought out in him.
barou shoei — yeah, you two definitely went at each other’s throats every few days. you came in on day two and have been coupled up ever since. every challenge pushed new boundaries in your relationship, and you had those moments wondering if maybe you’d find a better match. it wasn’t like he wasn’t chatting up other girls either. then casa amor came around, and even though you both thought the other would come back with someone else, you showed up single. that surprise only made your connection stronger and warmed the viewers’ hearts, getting you both into the finale.
Hey! I wanted to make a request for bllk x reader! How about a Rin Itoshi one where Reader is isagi's cousin. The twist is that Rin didn't know this until after they started dating and now he's crashing out on text 🤭 (isagi's crashing out too because wdym his biggest rival is dating his sister? Wake him up!)
hey!!!! just posted it, i had so much fun with this request! i was a bit confused between sister and cousin, but went with cousin in the end. hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think <33333
summary; rin starts dating you, only to find out you’re isagi’s cousin — cue the chaos
characters; rin x reader, isagi x cousin!reader
a/n; this was inspired by a request i got, and i had so much fun making it! hope you all enjoy it as much as i did. also, let me know if you can guess which sitcom the conversation in the last ss is based on!
summary; you never imagined your day would be spent picking lice out of your hair, but here we are
characters; isagi, bachira, rin, sae, chigiri, barou, nagi, reo, oliver
a/n; i was watching this girl on tiktok who works at a lice clinic and i thought why not lmao my head’s starting to itch rn ngl :/// also give me smau requests! it can be bllk or jjk idm
you thought the breakup was civil, but your ex? not so much. turns out, he’s got a petty side that you never knew existed.
when you and bachira broke up, you thought it ended on good terms. so when you told him to come pick up his things, you didn’t think much of it—until the next morning, when you went to grab a pair of socks and realized not a single one had a matching pair. you searched everywhere, convinced you had just misplaced them, until it finally hit you—he took every single match just to mess with you.
you ended things with sendou because you wanted to focus on yourself, and he was surprisingly understanding, claiming he needed to focus on his career too. he didn’t unfollow you on social media, liking your stories occasionally, but every now and then he’d post something like, “some people really fumble blessings 😴,” and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was aimed at you.
nagi never bothered to remove you from his streaming accounts, but he’d definitely mess with your watchlist. he’d delete whatever you were watching, leaving you to start over, and change your profile name to something like “not your personal account” or “who’s watching this?”— petty, but it was hard not to laugh.
after the breakup, sae would randomly venmo you $0.01 with the memo “for the emotional damage,” like it was the most casual thing in the world. you’d get a notification, and it was always the same—just one cent, but the audacity behind it had you questioning whether he was trolling you or genuinely trying to make a point.
you knew chigiri was petty, you saw that throughout the course of your relationship, but the difference was it was never aimed at you. until now. your friend had sent you a screenshot of chigiri’s instagram post — he was at your favorite hidden cafe, the one you’d always kept to yourself. the caption read, “new favorite spot.” you stared at the post, your heart sinking, knowing full well that with his big following, the cafe would be swarming with people now. seriously, chigiri?
you always knew why your relationship with oliver didn’t last—you deserved better. so, when you found someone who made you feel like you were their only one, you went public with it, sharing it proudly on instagram. as for oliver? he reacted to your post with a 😂.
when shidou saw your new boyfriend signed up for a marathon, he didn’t hesitate. he signed up too, made sure to get the best time, and posted a picture of himself crossing the finish line with the caption, ‘beat that’ — just to make sure you knew who really came out on top.
you’ve been getting really into rock climbing lately, feeling proud of your progress, and next thing you know, rin shows up at the climbing gym, acting like he’s been climbing for years. he casually scales the hardest wall with ease, while you’re still trying to figure out how to not fall on your face. he doesn’t smile, just watches you struggle with that intense stare of his, making it clear he’s here to outdo you at your own hobby. now, every time you go, he’s there, silently trying to one-up your climbs.
you always begged barou to stop styling his hair the same way and just let it fall naturally, but he’d never listen. after the breakup, you scrolled through his stories, and there it was—a picture of him with his hair exactly how you always wanted it. no caption, just him casually showing off the thing you’d asked for all along.
isagi keeps liking every single post you make, even the ones about your new relationship, but he’s always the last to do it. he’ll wait just long enough for you to see it, but not so long that it seems like he forgot—just enough to make sure you know he’s still watching.
do you know that tiktok sound where it’s like “give me a hug i need this” ?😭😭i was wondering if you could do that w the bllk boys. where reader is js being clingy and they are soo over it
RIN —
rin was sitting on the edge of the couch, as far away from you as possible. you’d been breathing down his neck all day, following him everywhere—even to the bathroom—begging him to let you hold his hand while he did his business. it was the first day in weeks that you both had off, and you were determined to make the most of it.
“you know what would really help me right now?” you said, tilting your head dramatically.
silence.
he didn’t even acknowledge you, staring straight ahead like if he just stayed still enough, you’d lose interest and leave him alone.
undeterred, you scooted closer, a teasing lilt in your voice. “if you were wondering, the answer is a hug.”
as soon as the words left your mouth, you reached for him, arms outstretched, but rin was quicker. he shifted away, pressing himself against the armrest like it would somehow swallow him whole.
“absolutely not,” he muttered, eyes narrowing as he shot you a wary glance.
but you weren’t giving up that easily. with a grin, you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his waist before he could escape. he let out a sharp exhale, stiffening under your touch.
“just one,” you bargained, squeezing him tighter. “you act like i’m asking for a kidney.”
rin sighed, his muscles slowly relaxing, though you could still feel the reluctance radiating off of him. “feels like it,” he grumbled, but he made no effort to pull away.
BAROU —
barou was trying to clean the kitchen when you burst in out of nowhere, phone in one hand and a bag of chips in the other, leaning against the counter like you had all the time in the world. he was wiping down the stove, scrubbing at a spot like it personally offended him, his movements sharp and precise.
“you missed a spot,” you pointed out, taking a loud bite of your chips.
he shot you a glare, jaw clenching. “if you’re not gonna help, get out.”
you grinned, unfazed. “i am helping. moral support.”
you watched him for a moment before pushing off the counter, stepping closer with your arms wide open. “okay, break time. give me a hug.”
barou didn’t even look up, just shifted away slightly like he already knew what was coming. “no.”
“why not?” you frowned, taking another step toward him.
he finally glanced at you, eyes narrowing at the chip bag in your hand. “your fingers are greasy.”
“so?”
“so, i’m not letting you touch me with those disgusting hands.”
you gasped, dramatically pressing a hand to your chest. “disgusting? barou, that’s harsh.”
he rolled his eyes, turning back to what he was doing. big mistake. the second he looked away, you moved fast, arms reaching out to grab him.
“don’t even think about—”
too late. you wrapped yourself around him, laughing as he groaned in frustration. he immediately tried to pry you off, hands gripping your wrists as he attempted to push you away without actually shoving you.
“get off me—”
“just accept my love, king.” you teased, holding on tighter.
he sighed, shifting his weight in an attempt to shake you off. “you’re getting grease on me—”
“then you should’ve just hugged me from the start.”
he exhaled sharply, standing still for a second. then, before you could react, he grabbed your wrist and expertly spun you around, trapping your arms behind you.
“now what?” he muttered, voice low as he held you firmly in place.
you huffed, twisting in his hold but getting nowhere. “this is cheating.”
“this is self-defense.”
you glared at him over your shoulder, but instead of backing down, he smirked. “go wash your hands. then maybe i’ll think about it.”
reluctantly, you relented, but as you pulled away, you muttered, “you just wanted an excuse to hold my hands.”
barou scoffed, but the way he turned away just a little too quickly told you everything you needed to know.
NAGI —
nagi was hiding in the bathtub right now, waiting for the inevitable. you were supposed to be back any minute, and if history had taught him anything, it was that you’d come straight for him the moment you walked through the door.
not because you couldn’t survive a few hours without him—your life didn’t revolve around him or anything—but because after spending time out and about, socializing and dealing with the world, you liked to come home and recharge with the one thing that brought you comfort: clinging to him like a koala.
and nagi, despite how lazy he was, had long since learned that once you got a hold of him, there was no escape. he didn’t really mind, not when it was you, but he just wanted to finish his level first—because the second you found him, his phone was getting tossed aside, and he was spending the rest of the night being used as your personal pillow.
“nagi, i hope the reason why you’re in the bathroom with the lights off is because you’re saving the planet and not because you’re hiding from me,” you said, peeking inside.
he stayed completely still, like if he didn’t react, maybe you’d just leave. wishful thinking.
you sighed, stepping inside and climbing straight into the bathtub with him, ignoring the way he groaned in defeat. settling against his side, you rested your head on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist like this was the most normal thing in the world.
“seriously?” he muttered, shifting slightly but making no real effort to push you away.
“yep,” you replied, getting more comfortable. “this is your fault for trying to hide.”
he exhaled heavily but didn’t argue, already knowing resistance was useless. his game would have to wait—because now, trapped under your warmth, with your fingers lazily tracing shapes on his side, he realized he didn’t actually mind at all.
SHIDOU —
in your relationship, shidou had always been the clingy one—always finding ways to stay close, like he was trying to fuse himself to you. you, on the other hand, were more reserved, never the one to initiate anything. at first glance, he didn’t seem like the type to be so needy, all sharp edges and reckless energy, but he was. he’d grip onto your jacket when you denied him pda, tugging at the fabric like a restless storm, grumbling about how unfair it was, acting as if being apart for even a second was some kind of punishment.
now imagine his surprise when you walked through the door after work, a deep frown on your face and your steps quick and determined. before he could even process it, your hands shot up—too fast, too sudden. instinctively, he flinched, ducking slightly with his hands raised in defense.
the result? an awkward collision. you barely had time to stop before bumping right into him, his shoulder knocking against yours as he stumbled back. for once, shidou was the one caught off guard, blinking at you with wide eyes while you just huffed, completely unfazed.
you looked at him, deadpan, and crossed your arms. “well, that was graceful.”
shidou, still trying to regain his balance, shot you an exaggerated glare. “i thought you were about to slap me, what do you expect?”
you smirked, leaning slightly closer, but keeping just enough space between you two to make it dramatic. “you’re lucky i didn’t,” you said, raising an eyebrow, “i’ve got a lot of pent-up frustration from work.”
he straightened himself up, clearly not backing down, but then leaned in just a little more, clearly testing your reaction. “oh, so you just come home and use me as a punching bag now?”
you rolled your eyes. “only if you keep dodging hugs like that.”
he paused, his eyes narrowing mischievously. “what do you mean?”
without warning, you took a step forward, close enough that your chest nearly brushed against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck in a tight hug. “i mean this,” you muttered against him.
shidou froze, caught off guard. for a moment, he didn’t know how to react, but then a chuckle escaped him. “so this is how it is now? one second i’m dodging punches, and the next, i’m being ambushed with hugs?”
you pulled back slightly to meet his eyes, grinning. “pretty much.”
he smirked, his arms finally wrapping around your waist, pulling you back in. “not so bad, huh?”
you fell first, but he fell harder → you were the first to catch feelings, drawn to isagi even when he was too focused on football to notice. to him, you were always just there—cheering him on, believing in him, never wavering. but the moment he realized it? the moment he looked back and saw just how much you’d been by his side, how effortlessly you fit into his life? yeah, he fell—and he fell hard.
you fell first, you fell harder → unlike isagi, sae wasn’t oblivious—he knew you had feelings for him. how could he not, when your eyes always searched for him the moment you walked into a room? but what you didn’t expect was just how deeply you’d fall. the second he let you in, when he started giving you the part of him that wasn’t consumed by football, it was over for you. because having even half of sae’s undivided attention felt like the whole world.
he fell first, he fell harder → this one was obvious for reo. the moment he realized he had feelings for you, there was no going back—suddenly, you were everywhere, in every thought, in every plan for the future. he spoiled you without a second thought, always looking for ways to keep you close, making sure you never needed anything—except him. but he fell even harder when he realized it wasn’t just about wanting you around, it was needing you, in a way that nothing else—not money, not success—had ever made him feel before.
he fell first, you fell harder → bachira was drawn to you from the start—not many people looked at him the way you did, without a hint of judgment, just understanding. you never thought he was weird, never made him feel like he had to tone himself down. so, of course, he got attached, following you around like it was the most natural thing in the world. but you were the one who fell harder. because at some point, it stopped being just endearing—it became something more, something deeper. his warmth, his energy, the way he made you feel like the most important person in the world? yeah, that’s when you knew you were done for.
you fell first, he fell harder → maybe it was a little shallow, but you couldn’t help it—you fell for chigiri the moment you saw him. the way he carried himself, the quiet confidence, the effortless grace. he was mesmerizing. but for him? love was something distant, something he never thought too much about. yet, before he knew it, you had become a constant in his life, someone who saw him for more than just his talent or his looks. and that’s when he realized—he wasn’t just drawn to you, he was completely, utterly falling.
you fell first, you fell harder → i think this one was obvious. i don’t think i see nagi putting a lot of effort into a relationship; he couldn’t even tell (or maybe he didn’t care) about the signals you were giving him. the only reason you two got together was because he was pushed by his friend to give you a chance. but over time, things began to change. you fell harder, but nagi? he started to open up, little by little, realizing that maybe, just maybe, having someone like you by his side wasn’t so bad. it was a slow burn, but in the end, he found himself giving more than he ever expected, and for once, it was something real.
YOURE ALIVE? HOW ARE U DOING? UNI HAS ALSO BEEN KICKING MY ASS RN I HAVE FINALS 😔
I JUST SAW UR NOTIF IM SO SORRY, LOVING THE NEW THEME BTW
NOW IM GONNA RUN TO READ THE ANGST U WROTE FOR ME🥰😈
kinda 😭😭 i’m good, omggg surviving uni right now, good luck to you too girl. i’d literally give my appendix to not have to take finals again 😭😭 ahh thank youuu i hope you like it 🥲🩷
note; this is so unserious i’m so sorry i just saw this tiktok and i couldn’t stop thinking about it
✰ sae;
sae was on his laptop when you walked in, back turned to you, fully focused on whatever he was doing. still, he let out a lazy “hm?”, already knowing you had something to ask.
“sae, are you busy?”
“what do you think?” he replied flatly, fingers never slowing on the keyboard.
“can i get an, um, an—” you hesitated, glancing around the room he had meticulously decorated with his trophies and, of course, that framed picture of a random family you bought from the store. the one you refused to let him throw out.
“can you get what?” he sighed, clearly regretting acknowledging you at all.
you were practically breathing down his neck at this point.
“um, an, ummm—”
he stopped typing. slowly, he turned to look at you, eyes narrowing in a mix of concern and exasperation.
“are you having a stroke?”
“no, but can i—”
“get out.” he cut you off immediately, already turning back to his screen.
✰ rin;
you really couldn’t have picked a worse time to bother your boyfriend. rin was watching a recording of his last match for the third time today, pen in hand, scribbling down notes on everything he thought needed improvement. he’d already told you not to distract him unless it was important, but you were bored, and frankly, watching him rewatch the same match over and over again was starting to get on your nerves.
“rin, where’s the—” you started, then immediately got distracted by your phone.
he didn’t respond. you knew he heard you—his ears practically twitched like a cat’s at any sudden noise—but he refused to acknowledge you.
“where could it be…?” you mumbled dramatically, glancing around the room despite not actually searching for anything. when he continued to ignore you, you nudged him with your foot.
rin let out a sharp exhale, finally pausing the match. “what are you looking for?”
“the, um—” you trailed off, and that was all he needed to confirm that you weren’t looking for anything at all. you were still wrapped up in your blanket, pillows stacked comfortably beside you, phone in hand—exactly how he’d last seen you when the match started.
he stared at you, unimpressed. then, in the flattest tone imaginable, he said, “it’s in the pile of attention you’re not getting.”
✰ barou;
barou was on cleaning duty today—just like every other day. at some point, you had given up on trying to help. not because you didn’t want to, but because he was insufferable about it. if you so much as held a mop the wrong way, he’d be right there, arms crossed, judging you like you committed a crime. so, you learned it was best to just stay out of his way.
he was vacuuming the living room when you walked in, motioning for him to turn it off. barou exhaled sharply, clearly annoyed, but still switched it off. “what now? are you done with the laundry?”
you hadn’t even started. “no, but i need to get the, um..” you trailed off, pressing a hand to your temple as if the word was on the tip of your tongue.
barou stared at you, unimpressed. “the what?”
you hummed like you were deep in thought, tilting your head and tapping your chin for extra effect. barou’s eyes narrowed.
“take your time,” he deadpanned. “it’s not like i’m busy or anything.”
you pursed your lips, pretending to concentrate even harder. his jaw ticked.
without another word, he turned the vacuum back on, the loud hum drowning you out entirely.
✰ isagi;
it was 6 a.m., and isagi was up, already getting ready to leave for training. today was one of those days where he had to get there at an early hour, barely having any sleep.
you, however, were still half asleep but decided it was the perfect time for a little prank.
“before you leave, make sure to get me the, um…” you trailed off, deliberately leaving him hanging.
even though he was exhausted, isagi immediately perked up, giving you his full attention despite how sleepy he was. “huh? the what?” he asked, blinking at you.
“um..” you repeated, dragging it out, still refusing to finish your sentence.
he waited patiently, his head tilting slightly as he tried to figure out what you meant. “yeah? what is it?”
you could tell he was still too sleepy to realize what was happening, his brows furrowing ever so slightly as he waited for you to continue.
“…huh?” he said again, letting out a soft chuckle, still too sweet to get annoyed, even when you weren’t giving him an answer. “what do you need?”
you stayed quiet, holding back a laugh as he looked at you with nothing but pure confusion.
after a few seconds, he let out a small sigh, rubbing his eyes. “wait, are you just messing with me?” he finally asked, his voice soft and amused.
you grinned. “maybe.”
he laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “you’re lucky i’m too tired to do anything about this,” he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “but i’ll get you back for this, just wait.”
“sure you will,” you teased, watching as he leaned down to press a quick kiss to your forehead before heading out the door.
hey diva😍 im craving angst🥰😋 i was wondering if you could write some angst w comfort with ex-boyfriend! shidou??? maybe it can go something like this fic? but OFC in ur own lovely style and w shidou instead of sukuna hehehe, thank u in advance <3 love u girl
i don’t really like how this one turned out but i hope it’s ok :’)
“let me finish my—” you hung up the phone the moment you heard shidou’s voice on the other end.
it had been almost a month since you broke up with him—almost a month since he embarrassed you in front of your friends, picking a fight with your best friend’s boyfriend and getting you both kicked out of your favorite restaurant, banned from ever coming back. that night, he swore he’d never do something like that again, promised he’d behave, for you.
only to turn around and start an argument with the barista at a coffee shop just for wishing you a good day. he didn’t throw a punch, so you’d give him that—but he did make the poor guy cry.
so ever since then he’s been trying to win you back, ordering food to your place, leaving flowers at your job, and honestly you thought that was sweet, until you heard he called the guard at your workplace insults on his way back.
you sighed, tossing your phone onto the couch and pinching the bridge of your nose. shidou never did anything halfway—whether it was love or chaos, he threw himself in headfirst, dragging everyone along for the ride.
a knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts. you already knew who it was.
“go home, shidou.”
“nah.”
of course.
another knock, more insistent this time. “c’mon, babe, you’re really gonna leave me out here?”
“yes.”
“cold,” he muttered, but you could hear the grin in his voice.
you rolled your eyes but still found yourself walking to the door, arms crossed as you opened it just a crack. and there he was, standing in the dim light of the hallway, his usual cocky smirk in place—but there was something else too, something more desperate in the way his eyes searched your face.
“i don’t wanna fight,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “just let me talk.”
you exhaled sharply, stepping back to let him in. he didn’t waste a second, slipping inside like he belonged there—because, for a long time, he did.
he turned to face you, running a hand through his hair. “look, i know i fucked up.”
“which time?”
he let out a short laugh, but it lacked his usual arrogance. “fair.”
silence settled between you, heavy and uncertain.
“…i just don’t get why you’re so mad.”
your eyes snapped to his. seriously?
“shidou, you got me banned from my favorite restaurant, made a barista cry, and insulted the guard at my job—”
“he was being a dick first.”
“—and you don’t get why i’m mad?”
he stared at you for a moment, then sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “i just.. i don’t like people getting too close to you.”
you scoffed. “so your solution is to pick a fight with every guy who so much as looks at me?”
he shrugged, unbothered. “yeah, kinda.”
you wanted to strangle him. but more than that, you wanted to kiss him. and that was the real problem.
“you can’t just act like an asshole and expect me to take you back.”
“then tell me what to do,” he said, stepping closer, his voice softer now. “tell me how to fix it.”
your breath hitched. because the thing about shidou was that, despite everything, despite his impulsiveness and reckless mouth, he meant it. when he loved, he loved.
“start by apologizing.”
he smirked. “for what, exactly?”
you shoved his shoulder. “shidou.”
“alright, alright,” he laughed, catching your wrist before you could push him again. “i’m sorry, okay? for real.”
his grip on your wrist loosened, but he didn’t let go. and maybe, just maybe, you didn’t want him to.
shidou watched you closely, his usual cocky grin flickering, just for a second, into something softer. something almost nervous.
“so? that enough, or do i gotta get on my knees?” he teased, but there was an edge to it—like he’d actually do it if you told him to.
you bit the inside of your cheek, fighting back a smirk. “hmm, tempting.”
his brows lifted. “oh? you like the idea of me begging?”
“maybe,” you hummed, pulling your hand from his grasp and stepping back, just to make him sweat a little. “depends how bad you want me back.”
shidou groaned, dragging a hand down his face before flashing you a lopsided grin. “babe, c’mon—i already said sorry. i even brought flowers.”
“and called my workplace security a dumbass on the way out,” you reminded him.
he opened his mouth, then shut it, knowing you had him there.
you sighed, pretending to think it over. “i don’t know, shidou. i think you need to suffer a little more.”
he narrowed his eyes at you. “suffer?”
“mhm.” you leaned against the counter, feigning innocence. “if you really want me back, you better make it good.”
for once, shidou was quiet, watching you like he was trying to figure out your next move. then, just as quickly, his smirk returned.
“alright, fine,” he said, stepping closer until there was barely any space between you. “how ‘bout this—i’ll do anything you want. whatever it takes to prove i’m serious.”
you raised an eyebrow. “anything?”
his smirk deepened. “anything.”
you tapped your chin, drawing it out, making sure he really meant it. then, finally, you grinned.
“okay,” you said, crossing your arms. “first, you’re buying me dinner. at a place i choose. and you’re not getting us banned this time.”
shidou let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “done.”
“and you’re apologizing to the barista.”
he groaned. “babe—”
“ah, ah,” you cut him off, tilting your head. “anything, remember?”
he muttered something under his breath but ultimately sighed in defeat. “fine.”
satisfied, you pushed off the counter, finally closing the small gap between you. “good. then maybe—maybe—i’ll think about taking you back.”
shidou smirked, his eyes softening as he held your gaze. “guess i better make it count, then.” his voice dropped, the playful edge turning into something more sincere.
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