"good grief, woman. can't you wait until we're at the hotel, at least?" jotaro mumbled against your lips in faux annoyance.
you had been traveling in direction of egypt for a couple of days now, and even though you planned on helping his mother with all your might, no one could blame you for missing your boyfriend, right?
you wrapped your arms around his neck, while his rested on your waist, his fingers digging slightly into your sides, as if anchoring himself there would stop the heat rising to his cheeks.
"i was waiting," you whispered against his mouth, smiling when he gave you that half-lidded look he only gave you when no one was watching. "you slowed dow near the alley."
jotaro scoffed under his breath, clearly trying to regain the upper hand in the moment, but the way his hands slid from your waist to your back said otherwise. "good grief," he exhaled sharply, a smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth.
he leaned in, the kiss starting slow, his hand finding your waist again, pulling you flush against him. you fingers threaded through his hair under the brim of his hat, learning a soft sound from deep in his throat.
when he kissed you again, it was deeper, more urgent. his lips moved with quiet hunger, like he's been thinking about this the entire time you were pretending to focus on anything else. your back hit th wall as he shifted, body pressing yours like instinct, his hands sliding over your curves in a way that was possessive.
you gasped a little when his mouth left yours, only to trail a line of heat down your jaw and to your neck, "jotaro-" you whispered, a little breathless, a little too loud.
"ahem."
the sound but through the air like a knife. both of you froze.
"am i interrupting something?" joseph's voice was unmistakable- equally amused and disapproving. he stood there with his arms crossed, a thick eyebrow arched to high it practically touched his bandana. beside him polnareff was grinning like he's just walked in on a daytime soap.
"i knew it!" the frenchman declared, "'you do have a soft side, jotaro!"
your boyfriend let out a long, suffering sigh as he stepped back, one hand dragging down his face, "tch. old man, why are you here?"
joseph chuckled, "we were looking for you two. we thought maybe you got lost. clearly, you were just finding a new way to be late."
you felt your face burning and instinctively buried it in jotaro's chest. he didn't move at first, but after a beat, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and muttered, "get lost."
polnareff laughed even harder, "no shame at all! i respect it!"
"should we give then privacy?" avdol stepped out into view, "or maybe suggest a less public venue next time?"
"i hate all of you." jotaro mumbled, making you smile as you felt his grip tighten around you.
josuke higashikata
the setting sun casted a long shadow over the cluttered posters and CDs of josuke's room. you were supposed to be helping him study- supposed to. somehow, between the open textbooks and half-answers questions, you need up here, sitting side by side on the bed, knees brushing, hearts starting to race.
josue kept glancing over at you, chewing on the cap of his pen like he was trying to focus, but the flush creeping up his neck betrayed him, "you, uh.. always look at me like that when i'm failing math?"
you leaned in, a smirk tugging at your lips, "only when you look at me like that when i'm trying to help."
he chuckled, caught off guard, "okay, fair." his hand found yours on the bed, war and calloused from fighting, but gently as it slid up your arm. "y'know... it's kinda hard to concentrate when you're this close."
"then stop concentrating," you whispered.
that was all it took.
his lips met yours with a rush- a little clumsy at first, like he'd been holding back way too long. his hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin. you leaned into him, fingers tangling in that wild pompadour you always teased him about, drawing a surprised sound from his throat.
josuke deepened in the kiss, tilting his head, moving slowly but intently. his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling closer until you were on his lap.
until a sudden knock and a loud, familiar voice shattered the moment.
"josuke! what the hell are you doing in there! your mom said i could crash for dinner!"
okuyasu.
josuke jumped liked he'd touched a live mire, knocking his math book to the floor. "shit!- uh, give me a second!" he yelled back, voice cracking.
you were already laughing into his shoulder, while he looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
"I swear," he muttered, cheeks flaming, "i'm gonna kill that guy."
josuke scrambled off the bed, nearly tripping over his own feet as he grabbed the fallen math book and tried too shove it back onto his desk like that was the most important thing happening in the room.
"act causal, act casual..." he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair, trying to will the redness out of his face, "do i look like i was studying? do you look like you were studying?"
you raised an eyebrow, still sitting on the edge of his bed, lips swollen, hair a little mussed. "josuke," you struggled no to laugh, "i look like i was halfway to making out with my boyfriend, not solving equations."
"yeah, well- maybe we can still-!"
the door creaked open before he could even reach for the handle.
okuyasu's head popped in, eyes wide, totally oblivious to the tension still hanging thick in the air, "yo! whoa- hey, am i interruptin' somthin'?"
josuke pratically threw himself in front of you like a human shield, "YES! get out!"
okuyasu blinked, "wait, for real?!" i thought you were just messin' around- i mean, you never study this hard, josuke, so i figured-"
"OUT."
okuyasu raised his hands, laughing awkwardly as he backed away. "alright, alright, damn- my bad! i'll wait downstairs, geez." he paused, peeking around josuke one last tine, "nice one though," he added with a wink.
bakugo katsuki never saw himself as the jealous type.
he was top of his class—hell, probably top of the entire school. perfect grades, unmatched combat scores, and a sports festival champion. even as a third-year, he'd already built a reputation most pro heroes would kill for.
so no, jealousy wasn't something he thought he'd ever deal with. why should he? everyone knew you were his. and anyone with half a brain wouldn't dare look your way for more than five seconds—because they knew they didn't stand a chance. not when your boyfriend was him.
or at least... that's what he believed.
until today.
"god, villains really don't know when to quit, huh?" you groaned, stretching your arms over your head as your joints popped loudly in protest.
you and bakugo stood beside the police car as the cops made the villains enter the car—ignoring their protest about how 'they didn't do anything wrong'.
"yeah, well maybe if they had two brain cells to run together, they'd realize getting their asses kicked again isn't a fun hobby," your boyfriend muttered, handing you a bottle of water, before taking a sip of his.
you took the water gratefully, shooting him a tired smile, "thanks, kats"
bakugo just grunted in response, subtly brushing your shoulder with his as the villains were finally carted off. for a moment, things we're quiet. just another day of kicking villain ass walking away like the power couple you were.
and then it happened.
"(y/n)!" a small voice called out.
you turned just in time to catch a blur of energy as a kid—eight or nine maybe—came sprinting across the parking lot, weaving between police officers and tape like it was an obstacle course built for him.
"riku!" you laughed as the boy tackled your legs, "what are you doing here?"
riku looked up with the kind of sparkle in his eyes bakugo instantly recognized—and hated, "i saw the fight on the news and told my mom we had to come! you were so cool! you punched that villain through a wall!"
you crouched down to ruffle his hair. "it was more of a gentle wall-crash, but thanks sweetheart."
bakugo glared. sweetheart?
riku's face turned red as he rocked on his heels, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt, "u-um... i-i made something for you!"
he fished in his backpack and pulled out a crayon drawing—poorly shaded and mostly stick figures, but it was you in your hero costume, fighting a bad guy, with hearts drawn all around the border.
you took it with a touched smile, "awe riku. this is amazing! i love it."
bakugo, behind you, looked like he was witnessing a crime. his eye twitched, "... are those hearts? around her head?"
riku turned around, "oh! i drew them 'cause she's my future wife!"
bakugo choked on his water.
you stared at the kid, caught between laughing and panicking. "riku- what?!"
the boy puffed out his chest proudly, "when i grow up, i'm gonna be a hero too. then i'm gonna ask (y/n) to marry me!"
bakugo took one long, slow step forward.
you recognized that face. it was the calm before the explosion.
"hey, little man," he said, voice low, "you know she's got a boyfriend, right?"
riku blinked, confused, "oh... you?"
"yeah. me." bakugo crossed his arms. "the guy who just blew up half a building and walked away without a scratch? ring a bell?"
riku frowned, then shrugged, "i'm not scared. heroes are supposed to be brave, right?"
bakugo's mouth fell open for half a second before he clamped it shut, visibly malfunctioning. "brave?"
you stepped in before katsuki declared war on a child. "okay! okay! time for riku to go back to his mom—who is very kindly waving and trying not to look horrified right now."
"but—!"
you gently pushed riku back toward the crowd, "thank you for the picture sweetheart. i'll hang it on the wall."
riku beamed at that, "i'll train really hard! you'll see!"
bakugo waited until the kid was well out of earshot before muttering, "i'm gonna buy you a diamond the size of your damn head. see how he likes that."
you laughed, slipping your hand into his, "you're not seriously jealous of a child, are you?"
"tch- i'm not jealous," he muttered.
you raised an eyebrow.
"...okay, maybe i am. a little."
"you do realize he still thinks girls have cooties, right?"
"he also thinks you're wife material," bakugo huffed, "which he's right about. but still."
you leaned into him, laughing. "don't worry, babe. you'll always be my number one hero."
he smirked, tightening his grip on your hand, "damn right i will."
denki kaminari
"c'mon, pretty—just one last game" denki pleaded, eyes glued to the glowing arcade screen.
you couldn't help but laugh. he'd been at it for nearly an hour now, completely hooked. according to him, beating the high score was way more important than studying with bakugo—who, in his words, was "an actual migraine in combat boots."
with a sigh, you crossed your arms, "alright... but don't come whining to me when you're up all night cramming for exam."
his face lit up like a kid on christmas morning, "you're the best," he grinned, pressing a quick kiss on your lips, "swear this is the last one. for real this time."
you just raised an eyebrow.
he did not, in fact, mean for real this time.
denki dove back into the game like his life depended on it, fingers flying across the buttons as neon lights flashed across the screen. you leaned against the machine next to him, sipping your drink and watching with an amused smile.
everything was peaceful.
until it wasn't.
"hey," came a tiny, confident voice from below.
you glanced down—and there he was. maybe eight years old, decked out in a gamer hoodie three sizes too big, and a pair of cartoon-printed sunglasses perched on his head like he was born to be a problem.
"are you with him?" the kid asked, jerking a thumb at denki.
you blinked, "yeah?"
he squinted at denki, unimpressed, "he doesn't look like a winner."
denki froze mid-jump, "...excuse me?"
the kid grinned up at you, "you're really pretty. you should ditch the loser and come hang out with me. i've got v-bucks."
you chocked on your drink, eyes wide, "what—?"
denki spun away from the arcade screen, "alright, little man. pipe down. she's mine."
the kid crossed his arms, "that's not how it works. if you're really her boyfriend, then prove it."
denki raised an eyebrow, "prove it how?"
the kid pointed to the screen, "final round. me versus you. winner gets the girl."
you looked between them, half-mortised, half hysterical.
"denki, he's a child."
denki was already cracking his knuckles, "doesn't matter. no kid's gonna flirt with my girl while i'm still holding a controller."
the machine blinked. player two joined.
the child took position.
you sighed, but couldn't stop the smile growing on your lips, "okay, but you're buying him ice cream if you make him cry."
denki smirked, eyes locked on the screen, "he started this. i'm just finishing it."
FIGHT!
the match was absurd. denki picked the flashiest character possible, spamming electric attacks like a man possessed. the kid? way to good for his age. thumb tapping like a professional, dodging and countering with perfectly timed combos.
a small crowd started gathering. a few people even started cheering. you stood back, arms crossed, watching your boyfriend and an eight-year-old battle like it was the fate of the world at stake.
"YEAH! TAKE THAT, PIKACHU MAN!" the kid yelled.
denki grinned. "big words for someone losing 3—1."
thee final round was neck-and-neck.
one bar of health each.
denki made the first move—risky—and landed a critical hit.
K.O
victory screen flashed.
denki dropped the controller with a dramatic sigh of relief and turned to the kid, "stay in school."
the kid pouted, "hmph. rematch when i'm ten."
he stomped off. denki turned to you, smug as ever. "so... still think i'm waisting time at the arcade?"
you wrapped your arms around his waist, "you just defended my honour in a video game death match against a third grader. i think that's marriage material."
he wiggled his eyebrows, "you say that now. wait until i beat someone in Dance Dance Revolution."
eijiro kirishima
eijiro sat on your bed, staring down at the phone in his hands—your phone. his gaze was fixed, as if he was trying to make sense of something that refused to make sense at all.
you two had been together for just over six months, and for eijiro, they'd been the happiest months of his life. he trusted you more than anyone he'd ever known. if you asked his to jump off a bridge, he probably would—because you'd only ask if you had a good reason—that's how much he trusts you.
not once in those six months had he felt the need to check your phone or asked for your location. his trust was solid. unbreakable.
until today.
when you stepped outside the room and your phone wouldn't stop buzzing, so he reached for it without thinking—just to make sure everything was okay. maybe it was your parents, or something urgent. he didn't meant to snoop.
but what he found knocked the air out of him.
over twenty messages. all from someone named yuki.
yuki:
are you still coming over tonight????????
hellooooooo
(y/nnnnnnnnn)
i miss you
i wanna play with you
the same as yesterday!
and it kept going.
messages after message, filled with some kind of rope-related game and references to having done it every night this week.
and then it hit him.
you'd told him you needed to visit your parents because of family issues. was that a lie? had you used them as a cover to meet him?
the thought alone made his stomach twist.
his mind raced, spiralling, he didn't even hear the dorm door open. not until your voice broke the silence.
"i know you said you already ate, but i thought we could watch that new show together and—"
you stopped mid-sentence. you arms, full of snacks, lowered slightly as you took in the look on your boyfriend's face. his head was down, his grip on your phone so tight his knuckles were white.
you dropped the snacks onto the desk without a second look and rushed to him, cupping his face gently with your hands, "eiji? are you okay?'
he didn't respond right away. his eyes were a storm—hurt, anger, confusion, and something else you couldn't quite name.
eiji swallowed. his voice barely above a whisper, "do you... do you love me?"
"what?" you blind stunned. "of course i love you, eijiro! why would you even—wait... is this about those fans who started shipping me with izuku again? because you know that's just stupid—"
he reached up and took your wrist, gently lowering your hand then, he placed your phone in your palm.
"i need you to be honest with me..." he said quietly. "have i not been good to you? please tell me this is just some weird misunderstanding and not that you've found someone else—"
you looked down at your phone. the screen still showed yuki's texts.
"pffft"
eijiro's brows furrowed, hurt flashing in his eyes, "did you just... laugh?"
you bit your lip, trying to hold back the grin that was already tugging at your lips. "i—i'm sorry, it's just—you're so cute when you're jealous!" you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.
he instinctively leaned into your touch, but quickly pulled back, still confused, "i don't get it..."
you stood up, tugging him up by the hand, "come on, big guy. there's someone i want you to meet."
thanks to your quirk—spacial manipulation—you snapped the two of you through a portal in a blink. one second you were in your dorm room; the next, you stood outside a house—your neighbours' house.
eijiro looked around, confused, "wait... why are we—"
"(y/n)!!"
a voice interrupted him—small, high-pitched, full of excitement.
"hey there, yuki!" you called back.
eijiro turned toward the voice. a child—no more than 10 years old—ran up to you, throwing his arms around your waist with a big grin.
a kid.
a ten years old kid.
and in that moment, eijiro felt his soul leave his body.
he'd been jealous... of this?
you ruffled his hair as he beamed up at you, completely oblivious to the emotional torment eijiro was hit with.
"yuki, this is eijiro," you said tugging him gently forward by the hand, "the boyfriend i was telling you about."
yuki's eyes lit up wide with excitement, "red riot?! woah—you didn't tell me he was that cool!"
you chuckled, "yeah, sorry, he gets shy when people fangirl."
eijiro blinked. once. twice. and then, the puzzle pieces clicked together.
"you... this is the yuki?" h asked, voice cracking slightly as the color rushed to his cheeks. "the one from the texts?"
yuki nodded proudly, "yup! we've been playing spy games every night this week! she ties me up, and i try to escape, and then she catches men again—like a ninja!"
your boyfriend scrubbed a hand over his face, groaning, "oh my god. i thought—i mean, i really thought—"
"that i was cheating on you with someone whose idea of flirting is pretending to be kidnapped and yelling 'no fair, i almost had it this time' while covered in couch cushions?" you teased gently.
he chuckled despite himself, dragging a hand through his hair, "i feel like the biggest idiot in japan right now."
you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his waist, "hey, no. you're not an idiot. you just... overthink a lot. maybe a little too much for your own good."
eijiro melted into the hug with a sheepish smile, "i should've trusted you."
"you do trust me. that was just a moment." you leaned back, pressing a small kiss on his jaw, before meeting his eyes, "next time, just ask me. no silent suffering, okay?"
he nodded, "i love you... so so much."
you felt your face warm up at the way he looked at you, "i love you, too."
as yuki raced inside, yelling something about showing 'red riot his secret base,' you and eijiro followed slowly behind, fingers intertwined.
"so... you still wanna watch that show tonight?" you asked.
eijiro smiled, "only if you promise not to tie me up afterward."
you looked your boyfriend up and down, a smirk on your face, "no promises."
Hii!! Uh I'm not sure if you accept requests rn. If not, you can delete this. If you do, I was thinking if you could write more Vinny's sister reader x Wooin?👀
get a room- or better get out
( wooin yoo ) suggestive!
ever since your brother found out about your relationship with wooin, it had become nearly impossible for the two of you to share a moment alone without vinny inserting himself into the plans and promptly ruining them
even when you tried to sneak away with a flimsy excuse—grocery run, casual walk—he insisted on tagging along "for your safety."
so, it wasn't surprising when wooin showed up to your new place—the apartment vinny somehow managed to afford despite your confusion over his finances—the second you told him your brother had off to who-knows-where.
which brought you to your current situation.
you were sprawled across the couch, the show you'd been watching now a distant memory, with your boyfriend tangled on top of you, his hands mapping every inch of your body. your hair was a mess, lips swollen from the constant kissing—you looked a little wild, and absolutely stunning.
making out with him was always sloppy, a breathless mess, like he couldn't afford to waste a single second with you. and really he couldn't—it had been two weeks since he'd seen your in person, thanks to your brother's constant presence. he was just making up for lost time.
neither of you planned to stop unless someone passed out from lack of air, but that was part of the thrill—wooin's words, not yours.
"god, i missed you" he panted, pulling away just enough to hover over your face. his half-lidded eyes, messy hair, and flushed cheeks made it easy to argue that he was the one who looked pretty right now.
but you didn't waste a second. you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him right back in, wooin pressed you further into the couch, hands locking with yours, pinning them beside your head like he never wanted to let go.
when it was your turn to take a breather, you gasped against his mouth, trying to pull back for air. but wooin wouldn't let you—he clung to you like he might disappear if he did.
"w-wooin- baby hah— what are you-"
"i need you so bad," he whispered breathlessly, "i can't—"
"am i interrupting?"
the voice sent a shock through your entire body.
you shoved wooin off of you with strength you didn't know you had, sitting up straight just to see your younger brother standing in the doorway. wooin scrambled, grabbing the nearest pillow and shoving it over his lad, looking at vinny like he's just been caught red-handed. which, to be fair, he had.
for someone usually so confident, wooin suddenly looked very small under vinny's icy glare.
"vinny—! you said you were staying out late tonight," you blurted, hoping to cool the tension.
"that was the plan." vinny said, eyes flicking to the hickey blooming of your neck,"good thing i came back early or you two would've been halfway to third base—which, by the way," he turned to wooin, "if i lift that pillow and see a boner, you're loosing the ability to feel down there. got it?"
"i-"
"vinny, i'm older than you!" you cut off wooin, rising to your feet. "i can do what i want with my boyfriend. it's not of your—"
"oh, so you have hit third base?" vinny's gaze turned deadly, boring wholes into wooin's soul. "you really have a dead wish, huh?"
"vinny. that's enough."
now, vinny wasn't exactly afraid of you. but he had seen you knock out a kid twice your size for mocking his hair color. he'd also witnessed you sending three girls to the hospital after they laughed at a necklace he made you for your birthday.
so no, he wasn't scared. he was terrified.
you stood your ground, eyes blazing, while vinny silently took a seat next to wooin—who, by now, looked like he was reconsidering every life decision that brought him to this couch. he clutched the pillow like it was a lifeline. honestly, you looked so hot when you were mad.
"i don't care if you guys hate each other, " you said, your voice sharp and clear, "hell, i don't want you to be best friends—but you will respect each other," you finished, eyes locked on vinny's.
vinny clicked his tongue, leaning back against the couch like he was trying not to flinch under your stare, "fine," he grumbled, arms crossed. "but if i hear anything, and i mean anything weird—squeaky springs, muffled moans, bedframe hitting the wall-"
"vinny!" you shouted, face flushed with embarrassment while wooin smirked slightly at the thought.
vinny shrugged, clearly unfazed, "i'm just saying. these walls are thin, and i like to sleep in peace."
"we get it," you pinched the bridge of your nose.
vinny eyes wooin for a second too long before sighing dramatically, "ugh. whatever. i'm going to my room. don't touch each other until i close the door, or so help me—"
"vinny-"
"can't promise you that, so you better hurry up," wooin stood, dropping the pillow, regaining his lost confidence, as he pulled you closer to him, lips against your warm cheek, eyes never leaving vinny.
that bastard.
vinny stood, retreated down the alley, and when he was out of sight, wooin buried his face in your shoulder.
"are you okay?"
"i'm fine- he might kill me next time we race but i'm fine." wooin joked, earning a laugh from you.
"next time, we'll lock every door." you press a kiss on his temple.
woon chuckled, "next time we book a hotel."
and somewhere, behind his bedroom door, vinny gagged.
synopsis: your brother finds out you're dating him
characters: harry sheperd, wooin yoo
genre: sfw ( maybe a little bit suggestive )
warnings: language, slightly suggestive
masterlist.
harry sheperd
"stop squirming." your boyfriend muttered in english, tightening his grip around your waist.
you were curled up between between his legs, his shirtless torso warm against your back as the two of you watched a british show on your bed- one that was apparently super popular over there, though you had no idea why.
you glanced nervously at the clock on your wall- 16:27- and tried to shift out of harry's hold. again.
"what's with you?" he asked, pressing you even closer against him and resting his chin on your head. "you're acting weird."
you stared at the clock again. "my brother's gonna be here soon." you muttered, making another futile attempt to wriggle free, "you really need to go, harry."
"harry?" he repeated with a pout. "what happened to 'baby' and 'sweetheart'?" he tightened his grip with a dramatic sigh, nuzzling you. "you're breaking my heart."
"i won't be calling you anything if my brother catches you here— because you'll be dead." you tugged at his arms, but let's be honest: your strength had nothing on his.
"as if your brother could take me." he scoffed, clearly amused by the thought.
"i'm serious!" you hissed, panicking when he loosened his grip— only to suddenly drag you back onto the bed, this time with him lying on top of you, his full weight pinning you down.
"nuh-uh. you're not going anywhere, princess," he whispered, arms wrapped tight around you again. "i haven't seen you in so long— you think your brother showing up is enough to scare me off?"
"we literally hung out yesterday—"
"y/n~! i'm home!"
you froze.
your heart skipped a beat, but harry didn't even flinch. he just snuggled closer, like he didn't have a care in the world.
"hey, do you have a friend over?" your brother called out in korean, footsteps approaching your room, "there are gigantic shoes at the door— y/n! do you have a guy in there!?"
he stopped right in front of your door.
you thanked every divine being that harry didn't understand korean. if he heard himself being called gigantic, he would not let that go.
"don't come in! i'm changing!" you shouted, finally managing to push harry off. well, more like— he let go the second he noticed your heartbeat increasing.
"you're changing with a boy in your room?!" your brother shouted, jiggling the doorknob. locked. thank god. "y/n, i swear i'll break this door down."
harry couldn't understand korean, but he understood you— hell, he could read you like an open book and the way you were acting told him enough.
he stood up.
you turned to him, whisper-yelling, "what are you doing?!"
"i'll take care of him," he said flatly, already walking past you.
"no, no— harry!"
too late. he opened the door, revealing himself to your brother.
dom froze.
his innocent (mmh) baby (older) sister was in the same room as a shirtless man- a shirtless man that he loathed.
"y/n" dom growled, eyes boring into harry's head. harry just just leaned against the doorway, one arm up resting on the frame, the other casually tucked in his sweatpants pocket.
"you have two seconds to explain," dom snapped.
you couldn't even come up with a lie, "dom... meet my boyfriend. harry."
"boyfriend?!" he gasped. "wait till dad hears about this! DAD! DAD!"
"you're seriously snitching?!" you walked towards him, dom nearly backed away in fear. you were scarier than anyone he'd ever fought.
"slow down, tiger," harry chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you back before you could start a full-on sibling brawl.
"let her go, you creep!" dom yelled, grabbing harry's arm.
"dom!" your father's voice rang out from down the hall. he appeared seconds later. "let go of our guest will ya?"
"dad!" you protested, pointing at dom like a tattling kid, "control your son!"
harry smirked, cocky as ever, and effortlessly twisted free of dom's grip. he threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you to his side.
"son, leave the lovebirds alone."
"lovebirds?!" he started at harry's arm around you like it was a crime, "nope. i refuse-"
"well, you can refuse in silence," your dad said, grabbing dom by the back of the shirt and dragging him away. before disappearing, he looked over his shoulder at harry and added in english, "sorry about him, guys! i'll keep him in check."
"thanks, dad," you muttered, but barely got the words out before harry yanked you back into the room.
"now that they're gone—why are you looking at we like that?" he asked puzzled by your glare.
"what did you do, harry?"
"it's baby," he corrected with a grin.
"did you really have to feel me up in front of my brother?! and could you not have put on a damn shirt??"
"you're the one who asked me to take it off—"
"not in front of my family!" you shot back, cheeks burning. your eyes betrayed you and flicked to his muscular chest.
harry caught it. of course he did.
he stepped closer, both hands resting gently on your shoulders, his face lowering to meet yours.
"you're so cute when you're mad, tiger."
wooin yoo
"a-alright, wooin—!" you laughed breathlessly as your boyfriend peppered wet kissed along the side of your neck. "i get it, you missed me, but can you at least wait until we're inside your place?"
"c'mon, ma—i'm suffering here!" wooin groaned dramatically, pulling you closer. you were used to this by now.
from the start of your relationship, wooin had never been shy about how much you affected him. it didn't matter if you were in a crowded club or alone in one of your bedrooms— he touched you like the whole world didn't exist.
like now. you were literally standing in front of his apartment building, still in full view of the street—and he couldn't even wait until you were both behind closed doors.
"i can see that," you murmured, your gaze dropping to the very obvious outline in his pants, "but if my brother sees us, you're a dead man."
"what? he loves me!" wooin grinned, clearly unbothered.
"he doesn't love you that much," you deadpanned, patting the arm he had wrapped tightly around your waist, "he'd snap your arm in half just for touching me."
"no, he wouldn't—"
"i would."
vinny's voice cut through the air like a knife, and your heart dropped. instinctively, you shoved wooin off you.
and as for your boyfriend, he tried to play it cool, but one look at your brother's face and all that confidence drained real quick.
"y/n" vinny said, voice low and dangerous, eyes locked on wooin. "why is he—all of all people—rubbing his junk on you?"
you were suddenly very grateful for the two police officers down the street—the only thing stopping your brother from going full WWE.
"vinny... don't be mad." you moved a little bit more in front of wooin, shielding him with your body.
"it's too late for that."
"we're dating," wooin said, placing a hand gently at the back of your neck—something he started doing after your second date to help you with your summer heat headaches. now, it was just a habit, one that always soothed you.
"y/n" he didn't look away from wooin for a second. "i've seen this guy walk into a club with one girl and leave with a different one. he's gonna break your heart."
"i courted her for four months before she even agreed to a single date with me," wooin said, voice steady, "and it took three more before she kissed me. if you think i'd throw that away for someone else, than you're out of your mind."
vinny paused, his jaw tense. you could practically feel him sighing every word. meanwhile, you stood there, looking at wooin like he hung the stars just for you.
"...mrh'"
with that vinny turned on his heel and walked off.
wooin immediately pulled you back into his chest, whispering, "that went way better than i expected."
"you think that was good?" you leaned into him with a long sigh. "i'm gonna be grounded for the rest of my life."
"aren't you older than him?"
you playfully shoved him away and started walking toward wooin's building. "alright, smartass. you're grounded now—no touching for a week."
"wha—what? come on, ma, what did i do?!"
"your smart mouth is pissing me off."
"you didn't seem to mind my 'smart mouth' the other night"
the first time he's ever been provoked to hit a child.
synopsis: he's jealous... jealous of a child.
characters: manjiro sano, ken ryuguji, chifuyu matsuno.
genre: fluff
warnings: fluff, jealousy( ? ).
masterlist.
manjiro sano
mikey considered himself being a pretty laid back boyfriend. he trusted you with his life and no men, nor woman, could make him feel insecure of his relationship.
well... that was until your nine years old neighbour showed up and ruined your date night.
you sat on the end of the couch, your neighbour- kyo- clinging unto you like a koala. you had told his mother that you were available if he was scared to spend his first night home alone, and that if he needed anything he could ask.
mikey on the other hand had a difficult time processing the scene in front of him.
"your hair looks fake." kyo looked strangely at your boyfriend, not paying any mind to the cartoon on the tv.
"funny you say that, big ears." mikey crossed his arm with a smug look on his face, "didn't you buy your ear extensions at a halloween shop?"
"y/n! he's being a meanie!" kyo turned to hide his face in your neck.
"boys. behave, or i'll ground you both" you spoke in amusement, your eyes not leaving the television. that back in forth had been going on ever since kyo set foot into your house.
"behave? he started it!" your boyfriend gasped dramatically. his hair weren't fake and it's not his fault the kid's ears were disproportionate to the rest of his face!, "and quit hogging her like that! this is our date night!"
it was already hard enough that kyo had banned him to the other side of the couch, he didn't need to see him where he- as YOUR boyfriend- was supposed to be.
mikey stood up from the couch blocking your view from the tv, "get off my girlfriend."
"your girlfriend? y/n is mine!" kyo puffed out his cheeks grabbing your shirt and cuddled closer to you as if to prove his point.
"yours?" mikey bore his eyes into the kid's ones, "baby, get rid of it before i become violent."
"mikey!" y/n stood from your seat, kyo coming off you as you did. you stood face to face with your boyfriend, "you're older, you're supposed to show the example." you scowled him softly.
"and he's younger, he's supposed to respect his elders!"
"elders? really." you shot him an unimpressed look at his excuse.
a sob cut your conversation short. you whipped your head to look at your young neighbour, eyes widening when you saw the tears running down his face, "kyo-"
"you're a bad girlfriend!" he jumped of the couch and hid in the bathroom down the hall, leaving you and your proud boyfriend alone in the living room, the cartoon on the tv long forgotten.
you looked at mikey a pointed look on your face, "you're happy?"
"very." he wrapped his arms around you, forcing you on the couch with him. he sighed happily when he dropped on top of you, humming softly as he ignored the cries coming from the bathroom.
"mikey, go apologize to him."
"no way in hell."
"mikey."
"you can't make me."
you arched a brow at him, and mikey, ever so smugly, arched one right back.
"you're unbelievable," you muttered, trying to wriggle out from under his weight.
"you're comfy," he mumbled into your shoulder, "and warm. i'm not moving."
"you made a nine-year-old cry."
"he declared war first!" mikey's voice was muffled, "you heard it. he said you were his. i'm the victim here."
you gently pinched his side, making him yap and roll off you, "you're older, manjiro."
"and yet, i'm still the one who's emotionally wounded here."
"you are not wounded."
he rolled dramatically onto the floor like he'd been shot. "wounded in the heart," he clutched his chest, "betrayed by the love of his life by a small, big-eared imp."
you rolled your eyes and stood, walking toward the bathroom. mikey sat up and watched you go, pouting like a kicked puppy.
you knocked softly on the bathroom door, "kyo? sweetheart, can i come in?"
"no!" his voice came out wet and snotty. "you're a traitor!"
you held back a laugh, "i'm not a traitor. i'm jut a girlfriend with a very dramatic boyfriend, and a very brave neighbour. come on, can wee talk?"
there was a silence on the other side, followed by the creak of the door unlocking. slowly, it opened just a crack, revealing one very red-eyed little boy with an impressive pout.
you crouched down, brushing some hair from his face, "i'm sorry you got upset. mikey was just being silly."
"he's not funny."
"he thinks he is,'" you said gently, "and he is kind of an idiot."
"hey!" mikey shouted from the living room.
"does he really love you?" kyo sniffled.
you blinked at the question, a soft warmth spreading in your chest, "yeah, he really does."
kyo rubbed his eyes, "even more than cartoons?"
"yes, even more than cartoons." you smiled.
after a moment, kyo stepped out, wiping his nose with his sleeve, "okay, but he has to apologize."
you stood and looked over at mikey, who was pretending to be completely absorbed in the now-resumed cartoon.
"you heard the man," you said crossing your arms.
mikey looked at kyo, then at you, then groaned dramatically as if it physically hurt him to say it. "... sorry for being a jerk, kid."
ken ryuguji
draken loved your weekly walks in the park.
he loved how you would wear the prettiest outfits- today's choice being a sundress and a pair of cute sandals. how you would cling unto his arm as you told him gossip going around at your school. how you would kiss his cheek happily when he would buy you sweet at a nearby stand and when he almost has to fight you to be able pay- he could just go on and on for days of the reasons loved those walks with you.
but the thing he hated the most was the people around the both of you- disturbing his moment with his girlfriend.
"mister?" like in that case a little five years old wearing his school uniform was ruining his moment.
"yes?"
"is that your girlfriend?"
"yeah," a responded calmly as he squeezed your hand in his.
"she's really pretty," at that, all the muscles in drake's body tensed up, a vein threatened to pop on his forehead as he stared down at the child.
"baby- babe." you anxiously put a hand on his bicep, "draken, baby- you're not gonna hit a kid because he complimented me, are you?"
of course he wasn't. he was
draken forced a smile on his face, the vein on his forehead still threatening to pop at any given moment, "yeah. she is."
you chuckled awkwardly as if trying to ease the building tension, you patted your boyfriend's arm almost aggressively giving him a look, before turning around to look at the young boy.
"that's so sweet, thank you!" you smiled sweetly at him, making draken forced down a groan and roll of his eyes.
"when i grow up, i'll have a girlfriend as pretty as you!" the boy added before running of to his friends, waving you good bye as he did so.
"what a sweet kid!" you smiled at your boyfriend, but it quickly vanished at the look on his face, "what is it?"
"why do you look so happy?" draken frowned at the smile on your face, his hand tightening his hold on yours.
you blinked up at him, a mix of amusement and exasperation blooming on your face. "because a literal child said something cute to me, draken. a child."
"he said he's gonna get a girlfriend as pretty as you," draken grumbled, eyes still glaring in the direction the boy had run off, "what kind of five-year-old talks like that?"
you snorted, finally letting out the laugh you'd been holding in, "an adorable one? oh my god, are you jealous of a five-year-old right now?"
"no," he said immediately- too fast, to defensive.
you raised a brow, "you're pouting."
"i'm not pouting."
"you are pouting."
"i'm just... defending what's mine." he muttered, pulling your closer and wrapping an arm firmly around your waist. "that little punk's probably already planning how to steal you away."
you rolled your eyes, leaning into his side and planting a soft kiss on his jaw. "you're ridiculous."
"and you're mine." he replied without missing a beat, softening just slightly as he looked down at you, "even if the entire kindergarten class lines up with ring pops."
you burst out laughing at that, pulling him along as you both continued your walk and though he kept grumbling under his breath for the next few minutes, draken made sure to hold your hand just a little tighter.
chifuyu matsuno
"baby, you're not going to fight a child are you?" you anxiously asked you boyfriend as he put his school bag on the ground and yours on top of his.
when a middle schooler walked up to him and asked him to fight for your love chifuyu wanted to refuse.
he knew you loved him, and he knew there was no chance in hell he would loose you to a kid who probably couldn't even spell your name right even if he tried. but when the middle schooler called him a weakling who couldn't take care of you even if he tried- chifuyu took it personally.
"it took me four years to make you notice me, and another year before having the guts to ask you out," chifuyu admitted as he smiled at you, "i ain't loosing you to some kid."
you started at him, half-exasperated, half-touched. "chifuyu, he's literally like- twelve."
but your boyfriend didn't budge. he turned to the middle schooler, who was standing with all the confidence in the world, fist clenched like he was about to take on the final boss in a video game. the kid even had a little crowd forming behind him- friends with their phones out, clearly hoping to witness some legendary showdown.
chifuyu sighed, cracked his neck, and stepped forward, "listen, little man. first off, respect for the guts. second-"
"i don't want your respect, i want her." the kid interrupted, glaring at you over the blond's shoulder. you blinked, caught between laughter and horror.
chifuyu blinked, "... okay. that's strike two."
the kid smirked like he'd won something.
your boyfriend sighed deeply, "listen. i've fought punks twice my size and taken hits that left me seeing stars. but nothing- nothing- was harder than waiting for her to just look at me the way i look at her. so if you think i'm gonna lose her in a pokémon-style duel behind the school gym, you've got another thing coming."
you felt your face heat up.
"but if you still want to throw hands," he added casually, "just know that after that, i'm calling your mom."
the kid's confidence flattered just a little, "... you wouldn't"
"i know her instagram handle."
that was enough to make the kid turn around and walk off, muttering something about how this wasn't over, his friends groaning and laughing as they followed. chifuyu watched them gotten turned back to you with a smirk.
"i believe that's what the youth call an 'L'"
you rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder, "you're so dramatic."
it didn't matter how much he ate in the morning, he could always eat more and more at lunch.
and well, his meal of choice on this random wednesday afternoon was you.
chris had your legs hooked over his shoulders, his nose brushing against your clit as you shivered. you moaned, your breath catching up in your throat as his tongue lapped against your cunt.
"fucking beautiful," he murmured against you as he glanced up at you, watching the way you squirmed and arched off the kitchen counter while still trying to keep your eyes on him, "my pretty girl."
his hands squeezed your hips before pinning you down to the counter, keeping you locked in place as his tongue worked against your needy cunt. his movements were relentless, his face was dripping with your release as he ate you out like you were his last meal.
he listened to the way you moaned and sighed beneath his touch, the way you cried out his name as his tongue swiped along your cunt and sucked the bundle of nerve in his mouth.
“fuck,” you let out a high-pitched whine, head tipped back and lips parted, making your boyfriend hum deeply as in content.
he moved his hands to move on your ass and squeezing the skin with his calloused hands. his hair was messy, whilst those pretty green eyes were glued to you, watching as he licked and sucked and kissed every single noise out of you.
his tongue branded with the taste of you—and shit, chris truly believed he was in heaven. it was heaven and it made him rock hard in the sweats he had put on earlier, probably seconds away from busting a load despite not even touching himself once.
“ah shit,” you moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair as his tongue lapped against you.
you bet he could happily stay there for the rest of his life.
“fuck—” you whined as your eyes clenched shut, the rush of pleasure washing over you felt yourself tipping over the edge.
“atta girl,” chris hummed, kissing and licking along your inner thighs as your body shook. “so pretty when you cum- wanna see it again.”
you gasped. “chris- baby, 'm sensitive.”
“shhh, just one more. please pretty baby- just one more f’me, please?”
"i want to die" reo whined into his pillow as he laid flat on his bed.
"you said that already..." his best friend nodded mindlessly, his eyes not leaving the screen of his phone.
reo lifted his head from his pillow, eyeing the phone he had thrown all the way across his bedroom, after sending the text to the girl of his dream.
"you don't get it, nagi!" the purple haired athlete sighed dreamily as he turned on his back to look at the ceiling, "she's just so pretty- and so funny, and the way she smiles makes me-"
"she's out of your league."
reo sat up, glaring at his friend. he grabbed one of the pillow next to him throwing it at his friend's face, "thank you for your support."
"just saying..." he mumbled tossing the pillow back at the young heir, his eyes leaving his phone where a big 'victory' flashed, "she's the prettiest girl in the school and you... well you're you..."
'ding!'
his phone rang before he could think of a good come back- oh my god! she replied- she replied- she replied- okokok be cool be cool be cool-
reo mikage nearly jumped to his phone, laying flat on his stomach when he opened it.
'(y/n) ❤️ sent a message'
"she replied- oh my god, nagi! she replied!" reo squealed like a little girl kicking his feat in the air, he shook his head a little suppressing the big smile on his face, "okay, okay- be cool, reo- be cool"
he opened his phone and directly went to see what you had texted him.
(y/n) ❤️: hey, reo! what's up?
"she said 'hey, reo! what's up?' what do i say, nagi!?" reo frantically asked the lazy boy beside him.
"how about 'nothing much and you?'" nagi sarcastically replied, clearly not understanding why reo was so happy for a simple, basic greeting.
the purple haired athlete sent a look at his friend, "you see, that's why you're single." His eyes went back to his phone, moving his thumbs around the screen, trying to find the right words to respond to you.
reo <3: i was just wondering if you were free tomorrow night? there's a new restaurant that opened downtown, and i wanted to test it out with you...
"there's a new restaurant downtown?" nagi asked him as he read the text reo sent to you.
reo slammed his phone on the ground, sitting up, leaning his back on his desk, "no... but she told me that she never has the time to go downtown, soooo she'll never know."
(y/n) ❤️: i'd love to! do you want me to call to make a reservation?
reo <3: sweet! no need tho, i'll call them and i'll pick you up around 6h tomorrow
nagi raised a brow as he watched reo jump around the room, repeating over and over again that you had accepted to go on a date, "you're such a hassle- stop acting like a little girl and call that new restaurant."
"of course- yeah- thanks for the reminder-" reo quickly dialled number of the restaurant, "yes, hi... i'm calling to reserve the restaurant for tomorrow."
"i'm sorry sir... did you mean that you'd like to reserve a table?"
"no, i said the restaurant, under the name of reo mikage"
the lazy athlete rolled his eyes at the young heir's words, opening his phone before going to see his messages, he searched in his past conversations (3 conversations) and clicked on the person he wanted to text to.
nagi ;3: he just booked the entire restaurant for you... just saying so you can mentally prepare yourself
shuji hanma loved everything about you - every single piece that made you you.
the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about something you loved. the way you styled your hair. the little happy dance you did before eating your favourite food. the way your smile bloomed when he brought you flowers for no reason at all. your kindness, your warmth, your voice when you called him name.
he loved it all. every laugh, every sigh, every heartbeat that came from you.
but there was one thing he adored more than anything else - the way you looked when you were mad at him.
there was something dangerously adorable about it - the way your pretty face twisted into a little scowl, your brows furrowed together, lips pursed, eyes sharp. you looked like an angry kitten trying to be intimidating, and it made him want both laugh and pull you into his arms.
"you can't just climb up my window every time you get in trouble, hanma-"
"shuji," he corrected with a lazy grin, hobbling on the snack you'd given him earlier as if he hadn't just scaled your house like a wanna be spiderman.
"-shuji!" you were pacing around your room. "my experience in treating injuries has its limits! you can't show up here every night - what if my neighbours saw you? worse, what if my parents saw you?"
"they won't see me-"
"maybe i should start locking my windows-"
"don't lie to yourself, princess," he said, smirking "you won't lock me out-"
"...you're right-! ugh, you are so frustrating!" you groaned, rubbing your temples. "but i'm serious about showing up here half-dead. don't ever do that again. i might want to lock you out sometimes, but that doesn't mean i want you dead! you're... you're nice company. and I don't want you to-"
shuji stayed quiet, his golden eyes studying you with a lazy half-lidded softness he only ever had when it was just the two of you.
you were still rambling - still pacing, still adorable - wearing his oversized shirt that almost swallowed you whole, with christmas pajama pants even though it was months away from december. the sight made something in his chest ache in the sweetest way.
he didn’t even remember standing up - one moment he was sitting on your desk chair, the next, he was crossing the small distance between you.
“shuji? what are you-”
before you could finish, he caught the back of your neck and kissed you - hard and full of warmth. you stumbled, hands instinctively gripping his shirt, but quickly melted into him. his “sin” hand rested behind your head, gentle yet possessive, while “punishment” pressed against your waist, holding you close.
when he finally pulled away, his breath ghosted against your lips. “god, I love you so much,” he murmured, voice rough and low, his thumb tracing your cheek. he leaned in again, kissing you softer this time.
your face was flushed, lips swollen, and your heart was racing so fast you could barely think. you looked up at him and all the frustration you had moments ago melted away.
"i love y-"
"i didn't say it because i wanted you to say it back, princes..." shuji placed his hands on your cheeks pressing one last kiss on your forehead, "i just needed you to know that i love you."
you looked up to your boyfriend with heart in your eyes, completely forgetting why you were arguing about. you softly smile at him before tilting your head up to press a kiss on his jaw.
"i love you too, idiot"
keisuke baji
keisuke baji had faced gang fights, near-death chases, and enough chaos to last a lifetime - but nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to how nervous he felt right now.
His palms were sweating. His heartbeat was going faster than his motorbike on full throttle. He had rehearsed every possible scenario in his head - every line, every reaction, every word - he was ready.
Or at least, he thought he was.
"hey, kei'! i was looking everywhere for you-"
aboard mission. aboard mission right now!
"h-hey, (y/n)!" his voice cracked embarrassingly high, "y-you were?"
you smiled, the corners of your lips curling in that way that always made his chest tighten. without hesitation, you slipped your arm through his and pressed a soft kiss to his flushed cheek.
“yeah, i thought we could eat lunch together. is that alright?”
keisuke’s brain short-circuited. he nodded stiffly, trying to remember how to walk like a normal person while the warmth of your touch lingered against his skin. as you walked down the quiet hallway, you noticed how fidgety he was - his eyes darting everywhere, shoulders tense, grip tight around a paper bag like it contained something precious.
“is everything alright, keisuke?” you asked softly.
he stopped in his tracks. the bag crinkled slightly in his trembling hand. his dark eyes flickered toward you, unsure and nervous in a way you rarely saw from him., "(y/n)... i-.."
"are you breaking up with me?"
his eyes snapped to meet yours, his free hand immediately reached for yours , holding it tight, "no! never! i swear- it's just that... i have- i need.."
"i'm joking, kei'. don't worry" you laughed, the sound nekting away his panic, "how about you tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours?"
pretty. she thinks i'm pretty.
keisuke hurriedly grabbed what was in the bag, pulling out a heart shape box of chocolate with a hand made card. he gave both of the gifts to you, immediately looking away once you realized what he had given you.
"is it our anniversary?!" you panicked, "i'm such a bad girlfriend- i forgot our own anniversary- oh god!"
"what no!" baji explained, "i just thought that you might like it so... just read the letter already."
you opened the letter your boyfriend freezing when you realized what he had gifted you, "y-you wrote me a love letter?"
keisuke rubbed the back of his neck, clearing his throat, "yeah... chifuyu helped me with the words and stuff so sorry if there's some mistakes or- why are you crying?!"
you threw yourself in his arms, "i have the best boyfriend in the world- thank you so much, keisuke!"
the said man automatically wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, inhaling your scent, "i- i love you a lot, (y/n)"
"i love you too, kei'"
manjiro 'mikey' sano
it was one of those rare days where manjiro woke up of a nap before you. he tilted his head to the side trying to ignore the warm light streaming through the window in your room.
he blinked his eyes a couple of times, adjusting to the light, slowly registering that something was wrong.
that's when he realized that your back was facing him. he wasn't cuddled in your arms like how he remembered you two falling asleep.
he frowned, his eyes glaring daggers in the back of your sleeping self. he had never glared at you before- he never needed to. you were his light in the dark world he lived in.
but how could you do this to him? mikey tried to remember what he did wrong... did he kicked you in his sleep? did he accidentally bit you like he did that one time? (the time where he dreamt he was in a pool full of dorayaki).
a good 30 minutes later, you started to drift back to life, not yet aware of the state your boyfriend was in. you turned around, expecting to see a peacefully sleeping mikey, only to find him narrowing his eyes at you.
you were now fully awake, a smile spreading on your face at your boyfriend's morning self... even if he tried to look serious while looking at you, his morning hair betrayed him, "good morning-"
"are you mad at me?" what a good way to start the day...
you frowned at his words, "no, why? did you do something you shouldn't have?" then you remembered a nightmare he talked to you about not long ago, "did you have that dream where i ate all of your snacks? because i didn't-"
"what no-!" manjiro frowned with a pained expression on his face, "don't you like me anymore? is that why you turned your back on me?"
you suppress a chuckle that threatened to come out, "aw i'm sorry, 'jiro... i must've turned in my sleep... i won't do it again, i promise!"
he suddenly put both of. his hands on either side of your face, bringing you closer to him, "i love you a lot, alright? i need your face to be the first thing i see when i wake up- so don't turn away from me again- ever."
i love you a lot
those words kept repeating themselves in your head like a mantra.
"(y/n)? are you still with me?" manjiro asked you, bringing his face even closer to yours so that your nose were touching.
"you love me?" your face slowly growing hotter and hotter after every passing seconds.
"um? of course i do- didn't i made it clear when i shared food with you last week?"
you tilted your head to the side pressing your lips against his, making him hummed in content. "i love you, manjiro..." you mumbled when you pulled away for air.
"ken-chinnnn" the leader of the toman whined at his taller friend. draken rolled his eyes in response, "no mikey, drop it."
"come onnnn-" the said man pouted exaggeratedly, "what did i do wrong?"
"nothing." the delinquent replied taking his wallet out of the pocket of his jacket, "you just don't need to eat twenty-five taiyaki."
"sorry to bother you but there are a lot of people who are waiting take their orders so if you could-" daiki, as it was written on his name tag, tried to cut them off from behind the counter.
for the past ten minutes, the two delinquents were arguing about their order. draken wanted to buy mikey five taiyaki, while mikey wanted his friend to buy him twenty-five of them.
draken turned his head to the cashier, "yeah, so five taiyaki and-"
"twenty-five taiyaki." "damn you-"
"hurry up! unlike other people, some of us have important things to do!" a customer yelled from the back of the line.
manjiro snapped his head to the back of the line, narrowing his eyes at the older man who had just yelled at him. "see now you're making people angry, mikey. 'm not gonna spend ¥5,272 on snacks."
"i need to eat a lot if i want to be taller!"
"for the last time. you won't get taller! you are at your maximum height!"
"alright! i'm not going through this again." a soft voice cut both of them before they could start the same argument they had 2 minutes ago. "daiki, i'll pay for their order- just make his goddamn snacks, please."
when manjiro turned to look at the person who 'saved his life', he felt like he has just died and miraculously came back to life as he made eye contact with you.
you were... pretty.
his eyes were set on you, taking in every single detail he could as if he was scared to forget how you look the second he'll look away.
"thank you, but that's not necessary!" draken politely thanked you as you grabbed your fidelity card of the small shop.
"don't worry about it! after all, those fidelity points have to be used for something." you waved him off, looking back at daiki, "could you also add my regular oder with that, please daiki?"
"o-of course, (y/n)!" the young worker quickly tapped your oder in the computer, a red hue covering his cheeks when you smiled at him.
"mikey, what do you say?" draken looked at his friend, hinting him to thank you, but his words fell into deaf ears as mikey kept looking at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky.
"mikey?" He nudged the said man's shoulder trying to snap him out of his thoughts, only to be ignored once more.
the tall blond dropped the smile as he turned to his friend hitting the side of his head, finally snapping him out of his thoughts, "mikey!"
"um? what?" mikey barely glanced at draken when he responded, his heartbeat increasing when you looked back at him with your receipt in hand.
"i said, what do you say to the girl who just bought you your snacks?" he replied, glancing between the two of you clearly wondering why his friend was acting weird all of the sudden.
"marry me."
ken ryuguji never whipped his head to look at his friend so fast in his life. What the hell did he just said?!
you felt your face warm up at his words, chuckling as you walk past him, placing your hand on his shoulder, "do you ask every girl who buys you snacks to marry you?"
manjiro felt like he was in heaven when you stood closer to him. how can someone be so pretty and be so nice and smell so good and be so pretty at the same time.
"what?" toman's leader came back down to earth when you handed him the box filled of taiyaki. "did i say that out loud?" manjiro mumbled, frowning to himself. before looking back at you, just to see you making your way outside. "hey- wait!"
he tossed the snacks at draken jogging to meet you outside of the shop. "w-wait!"
you turned to look at him, the soft summer breeze sweating through your hair, leaving your face completely out in the open, "yes?"
"you're (y/n), right?" he asked remembering how the cashier called you when you were ordering, "i'm mikey..." he wanted to say something else but the words got caught in his throat when you smiled at him.
"nice to meet you, mikey" you replied before your eyes drifted behind him to the small group of guys that were looking at the two of you intensely, the 'ken-chin' guy from earlier standing with them. "i think your friends are waiting for you"
manjiro glanced back to see his best friends looking at them with knowing looks on their faces, "never mind them- this is- you are more important."
you looked away from him, his intense eye contact making your face feel warm, "you really know how to talk to girls you know?"
"thank you for earlier... the snacks and all..."
"that was 2 months worth of fidelity points- you better eat every single one of those taiyaki" you playfully warned the gang leader.
"don't worry about that..!" mikey replied knowing damn well that he will inhale those snacks. "can i walk you home? it's going to get dark soon- wouldn't want my wife to get attacked or something!"
wife?!
you suppress a smile at his words, "of course, wouldn't want it to get dark at 2 pm, and then get attacked by who knows what next to a bakery."
"exactly! let's go, wifey!"
takashi mitsuya
"what did you say you're brother's name was?" you asked the crying girl in front of you.
"...t- taka-shi" the small girl sobbed in your shoulder as you gently patted her head.
"alright and what's your name?" you gently asked as you scanned the area trying to find someone who looked like they had just lost their child.
"i- i- i'm mana"
"you have a really pretty name, you know?" you smiled fondly at the girl as you whipped the tears of her face with your thumbs.
"really?"
"heck yeah! it's a badass name!" you felt relief wash over you when you saw a smile spread across the kid's face, "i'm (y/n) and i'm gonna help you find your brother alright?"
"thank you..." she mumbled quietly.
"you're going to hop on my shoulders and tell me when you see your brother okay?" the girl looked up at you with stars in her eyes, you pulled mana on your shoulder, her small hands on your head.
you walked for a good 15 minutes before mana tapped your head with on hand while the other pointed toward an unknown man in the crowd of person, "they're there! that's draken!"
draken? wasn't her brother's name takashi? you wondered as you put mana to the ground your hand grabbing hers just in case she got lost again.
"mana!" a little girl's voice called out as you arrived next to the very tall guy with a dragon tattoo on his head. the small girl that looked very similar to mana hugged tightly the younger girl.
"mitsuya! ' found her" the tall guy called out for someone else behind him. the 'mitsuya' guy appeared from behind the 'draken' guy not long after he called out from him. the purple haired teen practically attacked his sister with a hug, sighing in relief.
"don't ever do that again, mana." he gently scaled his younger sister, "you could've gotten lost and we would've been really sad, al-?"
"it's fine! (y/n) helped me find you!" she pointed her finger at her. mitsuya ruffled his sister's hair, before straightening up to thank the person that help his mini-him, "thank you so mu..."
he felt like the world had stopped moving. like it was only the two of them in the middle of the festival. takashi mitsuya was in a trance. he was simply mesmerized by the sight of you.
"it's no problem, really! " you softly smiled at him, "your sister is a real angel-"
anything else you said after wasn't even registered but the delinquent in front of you. he was usually so good at this- talking to people was what he did best so... why couldn't he utter a single word for you.
his cheeks were red, his palm were sweaty, why was he anxious?- he was hanging on everything you did. even if he felt like he had forgotten how to speak, your voice felt like melody to his ears.
he snapped out of his trance when someone nudge his shoulder. mitsuya glanced at draken beside him, suddenly remembering that they weren't alone and that you were talking to him.
you looked at him with a puzzled look, "are you alright?
your question made him overthink about everything that happened in the last 2 minutes of your meeting. Did he look like a creep?
"i- i- great."
the hell was that takashi? he cursed himself.
darken cleared his throat, holding back his laugh. he brought his fist to his mouth faking coughs as he muttered a small, "real smooth, mitsuya".
you chuckled at his friend's comment, making mitsuya straighten up, you pulled out your hand for him to shake.
draken stepped up clearly expecting his friend to be to lost in space to answer you, "he prefers mitsuya-"
"takashi's fine!" the said man interjected, as he quickly grabbed your hand to shake it, sending one of his pretty smile in your direction.
"i-"
"are you going to marry my brother?" he couldn't catch a break could he? luna asked you with big eyes.
you chuckled softly at her words, "how about this... i will give my number to your brother. then we'll go out to eat something to talk about marriage alright?"
"yes!" the girl tightly hugged your leg as you said that.
"does that sound like a plan to you, takashi?" yes!
mitsuya hurriedly started to look in his pocket for a pen, when draken pulled one out of his pocket with a piece of paper and handed it to the purple haired boy, "there you go, casanova"
takashi handed you the paper and the pen, before you wrote your name with your phone number on it.
"see y'a soon, taka! bye, mana don't get lost again alright?"
as soon as you were out of sight takashi turned to draken with a stern look, "not a word about this, alright?"
"you're crazy!" draken crackled putting his hand in his pocket, "i'm going to tell everyone!"
"draken!"
"as your wingman i feel like it's my responsibility-"
"no it is not!"
chifuyu matsuno
"hurry up, chifuyu!" takemichi yelled at his friend. they couldn't be late. not for that.
"how come you are slow as hell during a fight, yet you sprint your life on a sunday at 8 am?" the blond joked as he calmly walked behind takemichi with not a care in the world.
"come on! we're gonna be late!" he repeated hurriedly before stopping abruptly while looking around him.
"late to what?" chifuyu yawned, before looking at his friend, who stood there looking around, up and down as if his brain had finally snapped, "you alright?"
"alright stand here and don't move." takemichi moved the delinquent around so that he would stand in the middle of a park- an empty park.
"did you finally snapped or...?" he asked when the time traveler started to back away from him, "are you going to kill me? is this really how it's gonna end-"
"watch out!"
a voice yelled, but it was too late.
a ball directly hit his face, knocking chifuyu to the dirty ground, his eyes closing due to the shock.
it took him a couple of seconds before finally opening his eyes again, only to realize that he was in heaven. the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life held his head in her hands, her index and middle finger pressed against the front of his neck just below his jaw- making sure that his heart was still beating.
"oh- thank god! you're not dead!"
"are you an angel?" chifuyu mumbled placing his hand on top of yours- making sure you were real, "am i in heaven?"
you let a breathy chuckle at his words, "you're cute- but no you're not dead... i kicked a ball in your face- unintentionally of course!"
his eyes finally focused on you, remembering what had happened. he blinked a couple of time, his eyes scanning your face- a pretty girl's face... so close to his face with her hands on his face and his hands on her hand-
what?!
chifuyu's face became as red a tomato straitening his posture to apologize for touching you without your authorization, "i'm so sorry-"
his head came in contact with your head, making you pull back immediately from the blond. "ow! i told you i didn't do it on purpose!" you groan holding your head with your hands.
chifuyu gasped in horror at his own clumsiness as he placed a hand on the back of your head. hopping that the coldness of it would help you a little, "i'm sorry! i swear i didn't mean it! please hit me again so that we're even!"
...what? now why would he say that?
"what? what's wrong with you?! do you get turn on by getting hit or something?!"
chifuyu panically looked around to search takemichi so that he could help him. when he finally spotted him, hiding behind the swings, the time traveler was smiling proudly with his two thumbs up in the air.
his action making him recall a conversation the two of them had a couple of weeks earlier.
"so... am i married in the future?" chifuyu asked takemichi as he bit down the sandwich he made himself for lunch.
takemichi raised his brows at the question, "yeah-"
"really?!" the blond gasped, with heart in his eyes, "do i know her?! no wait- that'll ruin the surprise- is she pretty?! no wait- of course she's pretty you idiot!"
the time traveler chuckled at his friend's words, rubbing the back of his neck, "do you want me to tell you how you met?"
"no! it has to be a surprise!" chifuyu refused, "wait am i going to meet her soon? is that why you said that?! takemichi?! answer!"
"nah- like you said it has to be a surprise~"
"takemichi!"
"if it makes you feel better- you embarrassed yourself in front of her"
"how would that make me feel better?!"
that sneaky bastard.
"i'm sorry! i don't know how to talk to pretty girls..." chifuyu mumbled looking to the ground, but his face snapped back at you when he realize what he had just say, your eyes round at his words, "i- i mean not that don't know how to talk you! wait- not that you're not pretty! you are pretty- beautiful even! but that is not the point! i don't need you to hit me! just please don't think i hurt you on purpose- i don't hit pretty girls! no wait- i don't hit girls at all! but you being beautifully-pretty is just a plus you know! an-"
you smacked your hand on his mouth, stopping his rambling, the butterflies in your stomach flying way to much due to his words. "please stop-! you're too cute..."
takemichi titled his head at the scene in front of him, clearly not remembering that part of the story your older self told him in the future about how chifuyu and her had met-
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