summary: he swore he could never love a human, yet every time he saw her smile, his resolve unraveled a little more.
w.c: 736
muzan would never fall in love with a mortal human being. he was far above that.
and yet, here he was again.
walking the same dimly lit path, gravel crunching beneath his polished shoes as he shifted into one of his many disguises. the same one he always wore when he wanted to see you.
he told himself it was curiosity. boredom. a passing amusement. but the longer it went on, the harder it became to believe his own lies.
now he stood in front of your door, a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand.
he knocked. once. twice.
then he waited.
a part of him hoped you weren’t home. that would make things easier.
but you were.
you opened the door with a warm, sleepy smile—the kind that tugged at something buried deep inside him. a smile he would never admit he longed for.
“tsukihiko? what are you doing here? it’s late,” you asked, stepping slightly to the side as the soft glow of your home spilled into muzan’s pale skin.
muzan—no, tsukihiko—stood still for a moment, just watching you. there was something disarming about the way you looked tonight: barefaced, wrapped in a loose night yukata, hair slightly tousled.
he held out the flowers. “i was… in the area.”
you raised a brow, skeptical. “with my favorite flowers?”
his lips twitched—almost a smile. “coincidence,” he lied.
“sure,” you laughed softly, accepting the bouquet. “do you want to come in?”
he nodded, stepping inside as you closed the door behind him.
the first time you met, he’d been hanging by a thread—irritated, dangerously close to lashing out.
he had bumped into you. and yet you were the one apologizing.
something about that made him stop.
you had looked up at him with flustered eyes and said, “i’m so sorry, i didn’t see you there!”
something in him had faltered.
panicking under your gaze, he’d blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “do you know where the festival this week is being held?”
he hadn’t even been sure there was one.
but you smiled. “oh! it’s on friday. it’s a bit far from here. would you like me to come with you so you don’t get lost?”
he blinked, caught off guard. not just by your answer but by your sincerity.
“…if it’s not too much trouble,” he murmured.
“not at all,” you beamed. “it’s more fun with company.”
you had started walking beside him that day, chattering easily about the neighborhood, the food stalls, and the best places to see fireworks. he hadn’t said much. he didn’t need to. your voice filled the silence, and he hadn’t minded.
he should’ve left. disappeared like smoke. but instead… he met you again.
and again.
and again.
now, in your home, you moved quietly through your space, arranging the flowers he brought. when you returned, you placed tea on the table in front of him and took the seat across.
he didn’t like it.
he didn’t want the table between you.
he wanted you beside him, shoulder to shoulder. he wanted your warmth pressed against the chill that never left his skin. he wanted to feel something alive.
more than anything, he wanted you marked. his scent on your clothes. your skin. your entire being.
because if something slipped past him—if one of his demons disobeyed—he needed them to know who you belonged to. who would kill for you.
you sipped your tea quietly, unaware of the war inside him.
“you smell different tonight,” he murmured, eyes locked on you.
you blinked, surprised. “i—I used a new soap.”
“don’t change it,” he said.
“okay?” you replied, a little uncertain. “i didn’t think soap mattered that much.”
“it does,” he said softly.
because that scent… it was yours.
you looked down into your cup, your cheeks warming. there was something in the way he watched you that made your heart flutter like he could see straight through you.
and muzan… he was captivated.
by your voice, your warmth, your presence.
you were everything he wasn’t—human, fleeting, bright. and yet, you made him want to stay.
you didn’t fear him. you should’ve. but you didn’t.
and that intrigued him more than anything else.
you, without knowing it, carved a space inside him—a place no one else had ever touched.
and for the first time in centuries, muzan wasn’t in control.
Now we know how Dr. Stone men are in love, how about when their courting/pursuing and to being a husband? 🤭
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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ RAE'S NOTE. it took time but here you've it, my dear. i hope you enjoy the read as i've enjoyed writing it (^^).
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ pairing. senku × gn! reader, gen × gn! reader, tsukasa × gn! reader, xeno × gn! reader, stanley × gn! reader
˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ summary. how they'd flirt with you, plus a brief example of their confessing.
courting headcanons
—Senku Ishigami is in denial (again). He absolutely denies he’s “courting” anyone, yet he’s inventing things that just happen to make your daily life easier. He calls it “optimization,” but his ears go red when you thank him. Not at all subtle.
—Your life is soon filled with more details about science than before. His explanations of scientific concepts come in an oddly intimate manner, with metaphors tailores too your own interests. Then, he decides to make little experiments for just the two of you, such as stargazing sessions where he quietly watches your reactions more than the sky.
—Senku starts to remember everything, and when I say everuything I mean it, you say. Offhand comments become projects. Do you like a certain scent? He’ll recreate it. Say you miss a food? He’ll reverse‑engineer it. If you ask him? It's for the advancement of civilization, 10 billion percent sure.
—His version of a confession is undeniable his in style, indirect but unmistakable. He'll invite you to join a long‑term project, something that will take months or years.
❝Don't make a big deal about it… I want you in my future when we rescue humanity.❞
—Would you believe me if I told you it started as a joke? Gen Asagiri flirted with you as he had done with many others before, but with you, something's different. He starts sizing up your reactions more closely after every interaction. His jokes become gentler, more intimate. His compliments stop being generic and become specific, almost vulnerable.
—Then, he starts bringing you things that seem casual… But that everyone knows is not. A pretty feather, a perfect leaf, a polished stone, all small tokens which he hands you theatrically. And once you turn around with his gift already in your hands, he stares at your back with a tenderness that he doesn't allow himself to show face-to-face.
—Gen can be a showman in public, in a way. But in private, his act tones down, revealing a softer side of him. He likes to sit with you at sunset, when the world turns golden and still. And when the conversation becomes intimate, he looks at you with an expression he doesn't use with anyone else: a mixture of longing, desire, and fear.
—In case it wasn't clear, he's afraid of what he feels. He's insecure about his own feelings because of their profound nature. However, one day he blurted it out as if it were a joke, despite the slight tremor in his voice.
❝You know… I like you more than is strategically sensible.❞
—As I've said before, Tsukasa Shishio shows affection through protection. He doesn't see you as weak, if you're wondering it, yet he doesn't hesitate to position himself between you and any possible threat without making a show of it.
—Tsukasa is an avid listener at that. When you speak, he gives you his full attention, as if your words are something sacred. He doesn't talk much about himself. Nevertheless, it's your trust in him that makes him lower his walls, sharing personal details that no one else knows.
—Another quiet show of his interest comes in the form of small rituals he has started to form with you: He leaves wildflowers where he knows you'll find them, he prepares the best piece of meat without saying a word, he covers you with his coat while you sleep, he watches you tenderly when you think he can't see you. They're not that grandiose, but they're enough to make you warm on the inside.
—Then, one day, the imminent arrived. It was in the way he looked at you, really at you, and admitted wanting to give you a future, one which he's willing to protect with his own life if it meant you would be happy.
❝I want to build a world where you can live without fear.❞
—I hope you're ready, because Xeno Wingfield finds your mind stimulating enough, which translates to a new attraction to debating with you about anything and everything. If he starts seeking you out to debate, to listen to your ideas, to ask your opinion on complex issues… Oh, he’s already halfway gone.
—Similar to Senku, he finds it intimate the prospect of sharing knowledge, especially the one he holds dear. For such, he'll offer to teach you anything you may ask him about, whether it's the intricate works of space, or why his gloves have those metal claws attached.
—Intense emotions aren't Xeno's strength, which seems pretty clear, so he lets them escape through small cracks during your moments together. Funnily enough, if you make him laugh, really laugh, he stares at you as if he doesn't understand what just happened to him.
—When he finally decides to say something, he does so with precision and a deep vulnerability. Despite the firmness present in his voice, his hands trembled just the slightest. For him, admitting his affection is a leap of faith.
❝You have become… Important to me. More than I anticipated.❞
—We're already aware that Stanley Snyder is a man focused on actions; that is, his affection is shown through various actions that demonstrate his attention to you. He fixes things for you, sharpens your tools, stands guard nearby without being asked…
—Those eyes of his will be set on you, whether you're aware of their constant presence or not. He watches you from a distance at first, almost like a soldier assessing a battlefield. Based on what he learns from his curious and respectful observation, he adjusts his behavior accordingly. His attention is constant, silent, and almost devotional in nature.
—His teasing is… He teases you dryly, to be honest. Yet if someone else does it, he shuts them down with a single look. He's the only one with the right to fluster you, and everyone should know that.
—Stanley isn't the most open about himself at first, taking his due time to open up for you. His life comes to your knowledge in fragments: a story from his past, a scar explained, a rare laugh shared. He doesn't talk about himself. Not out of pride, but because he doesn't know how. But with you… Things just slip out.
—And, when he finally gains the courage, his confession comes bluntly, directly, and devastatingly sincere, just like him.
⟢ bf!tamsy who always accommodates for what you lack in height whenever you want to kiss him or touch his face—leaning down without complaint, but only after watching you pout a little first.
“careful now, angel,” he murmurs, “you’ll strain your achilles.”
🀥 bf!tamsy who lightly taps your cheek with his index finger when you zone out, head tilting as his gaze softens.
“…are you paying attention, hm?”
⟢ bf!tamsy who sends you off to missions with a feather-light kiss pressed to your temple, gentle enough to barely linger—while, unbeknownst to you, his tokushin slips an almost impossible-to-notice thread around your finger.
for safety purposes, of course.
🀥 bf!tamsy who, after enough nagging, finally gives in and lets you see the scars spread across his chest, eyes softening despite himself as you trace the jagged edges with the light drag of a fingernail.
⟢ bf!tamsy who takes one look at the tear in your clothes and doesn’t even consider sending you to august. absolutely not. he quietly takes them from your hands, needle already threaded, because there’s no way in hell he’s going to allow that scatterbrained man lay his fingers on fabric that’s been against your skin.
🀥 bf!tamsy who lets you curl up on his lap without a word, you pepper soft kisses along his cheek, and he waits—patient, indulgent—as they drift closer to his lips. when your bottom lip brushes his labret piercing, it catches just enough to remind you it’s there, cool metal against warmth.
⟢ bf!tamsy who feels the moment you lose focus, fingers coming up to toy with it instead, curiosity overtaking intent. a quiet chuckle slips from him at that, fond, as his finger brushes against your hip.
🀥 bf!tamsy who sings you lullabies when you tell him you feel restless. his slight accent catching onto the tips of his melodized words. the cadence deems itself unfamiliar to your ears, however, it’s hard to care when you drift off within minutes every time.
⟢ bf!tamsy who always makes sure you end up seated beside him in the car whenever enjin ropes team eager into another mission with team akuta. he lets you rest your head against his collarbone—but only on the ride back, when the job is done and you’ve already worked yourself thin doing exactly what was asked of you.
🀥 bf!tamsy who fights the muscles in his face, forcing them into stillness even as a shadow of a grimace threatens to slip through when your weak, fevered body clings to him in desperation. the mission he’s dispatched to is mandatory, but before he leaves, he gathers what little composure he has left and presses a careful kiss into your clammy palm, (despite all the germs he’s sure are wandering the surface).
⟢ bf!tamsy who lets you fuss over his injuries, deliberately steering clear of eishia just so your pretty hands can tend to him instead. he tilts his head, quietly amused, listening to you ramble about him needing to be more careful next time.
“now, now, my dear.. there’s no need to get so worked up.”
🀥 bf!tamsy who lets you braid his long, pretty hair to your heart’s content, patiently allowing you to intertwine his locks into a two-toned braid. he has one condition though, you have to face him while you work, so he can watch the adorable little expression you make when you’re concentrating—his words.
𖹭.ᐟ SUMMARY: In which you shoot your shot with Senku right as midnight is about to strike on New Year's eve.
𖹭.ᐟ Word count: 1.4k
𖹭.ᐟ Content: Has CHATFIC elements, modern AU, confessions, first date
𖹭.ᐟ A/N: Happy new year everyone!! hopefully you all had a great year? may 2026 be great for all of us<33
Rice cooker theory. The theory that explains all slowburn, situationships and no-label "friendships." Two people wanting to cook rice but no one's pressing down the start button, leaving the raw rice cold and soaking in water. Nothing's going to happen unless you press down that button!!
...is what you're trying to tell yourself. Except it's a lot scarier to "shoot your shot" or confess what you're feeling for someone compared to just cooking rice.
Send a new year greeting and go for it! That was the plan... but now as you're staring at your phone, it seemed hopeless. Just looking at the message you had typed out already had you dying from cringe and embarrassment and you could almost feel the plushies sitting beside you on your own bed silently judging you.
Adding exclamation points and a smiley face maybe made it better? Ah... but now it seemed too much. You scratch your head in frustration and rethink everything again for the nth time.
In the first place, was it too early to send a greeting? There was still 17 minutes before midnight strikes. Or did sending it at exactly midnight scream desperate and obvious? Would Senku even see the message, what if he didn't celebrate this kind of thing? He usually says he doesn't care much for special occasions...
On second thought, Senku's fairly mushy isn't he? You giggled. That's what you liked about him, he was always so cute about things but tried to hide it behind science and equations anyways.
That's it, this is the last time. You've made up your mind now! No more soaked rice or slowburn, that rice needed to cook! Maybe one less exclamation point would be better though...
You scream into your pillow after sending the message. Not only were you mortified about the fact that you actually managed to send it, it was also the fact that Senku had read it almost immediately. What was that? Did he just so happen to have his chats open?
Whatever the reason, you wanted to bury yourself six feet under now. You thought you would've at least had some time to compose yourself first.
But the sound of a notification certainly brought you back to life from how fast you sat straight.
You melted at the sight. How could someone be this cute? The kaomoji itself was doing things to your poor heart. Who would've thought that the cute radish guy from your chem class was the type to use kaomojis...
How could such a simple conversation make you smile so wide? Actually, most times, you found yourself smiling at even just the thought of Senku so maybe this wasn't that unusual for you.
But how could anyone blame you! Senku was just too cute... You had met him earlier this year and the guy immediately started talking about plane engines with a big smile on his face.
And he always seemed so happy to help you during chem lab, it captured your heart immediately. Every conversation with him seemed to leave you smiling ear to ear. You always found it weird that some people would say he was aloof or cold with the way the world would appear brighter when he sat next to you just to talk about the latest NASA discovery.
Except... you felt your heart drop. Had you been reading it wrong? You scroll back up to the previous messages and meticulously analyze every letter. Had you horribly misread his tone? Were you actually bothering him?
You were about to send a hasty apology, something about taking up his time or bothering him. But now his latest message almost sent you straight to the hospital.
Did he know? He was a genius after all, but you'd like to think you were able to mask how big your crush on him was...
So, he did know! Well, he knows something. And it's infuriating. How can someone so emotionally constipated have known? Well, its Senku Ishigami sure, but its almost like he was anticipating it.
Like, why had he read the first chat so fast? As if he already had the chatroom open. And if he did know your intentions, why give you 10 minutes to continue when usually he'd just straight up shoot down anything like it.
Trying to block out the noise from everywhere around you; You got to thinking. As it got closer to midnight and everyone else was counting down, you were trying to worm yourself into Senku's brain.
Because yes, while he was a genius who could read you like an open book, you had also spent a long time admiring him from afar. You knew him.
...
Ah, fuck. I got beat to it.
Senku cursed to himself as he looked at his phone, ruffling his hair as he was sat on the floor of his own room. You had sent a greeting first, before he could get to it. He had spent way too long thinking about the perfect message to send that you ended up sending one before he could.
And now, he was grumbling about how obvious it was now too. He already had the chatroom opened so the message was read immediately, he hoped you didn't notice.
But you were bright. Its what made you so charming, what made it easy to talk to you even if the topic wasn't something that you had a full grasp on. He wouldn't be surprised if you had him figured out, it was why he relied on you.
When Senku gave you ten minutes, it wasn't for mercy, no. It was also so he could figure out what he was doing with his life.
The first time he learned of the rice cooker theory that had been going around recently, he thought it was witty. Silly, sure, but also witty. It had him thinking about his own rice, or his own... slowburn perse.
It got him enough confidence to finally make a move on you. He thought it was going to be easy, seemed fairly simple enough. He just didn't think his own heart would betray him, thumping way too loud and fast.
And now, as he browsed through forums in an attempt to do last minute research on how to ask someone out on a date, he found none of them particularly helpful.
Senku was about to curse himself out again for not studying the topic prior but Byakuya's loud knocking at his door snapped him out of it. "Senku! New year's in like... 2 minutes? Don't you wanna come out and watch the fireworks with me?" The older man aked.
"Yeah, I'll be there..." Senku weakly responded. He hears his dad's footsteps fade away and looks at his phone one last time before standing up to follow Byakuya, shoulders slumped.
You hadn't sent anything since after he told you he'd give you ten minutes. Which was good because it meant Senku still had a bit more time to think, but also bad because now he was feeling extremely dreadful.
The heavy feeling that sat in his gut stayed with him as he stood beside Byakuya. He looked out the same window as Byakuya was. "It's great that we have a good view of the sky, we can see all the fireworks here!" The old man said enthusiastically.
"Yeah..." Senku muttered a reply to which his dad looked at him weirdly for. "Something on your mind?" His dad had to ask in a louder voice than usual, it was getting noisier and noisier now from the anticipation of a new year.
Senku wondered if your ears were hurting just as much as his were, he wondered how beautiful fireworks might look in your eyes when to him it was merely a product of gunpowder.
He lets out a sigh. "Nah." A small smile is painted on Senku's lips, a great mystery to others but his dad just smiled backed.
A series of fireworks erupt as Senku's finger type out a message on his phone. It wasn't the sound of a particularly loud firework that shocked him, it was the message you had sent at exactly the same time he sent his.
"Happy new year, Senku!" His dad greeted him, and his eyes leaves his phone for a second.
"Yeah, happy new year." Senku greets back. "I'm gonna go to bed."
Byakuya raises a brow at that. "What? Already?" Senku just turns to walk away and head to his room.
⋆ the way he talks, the way he carries himself, even the way he texts, it's so suave
⋆ god forbid you ask for his opinion on something... it's always MEAN AF
⋆ "Stanley, which pic should I post on my socials?"
⋆ "whichever makes you look less ugly"
⋆ "...wtf?"
⋆ "so neither"
⋆ he enjoys being playfully mean to you to gauze your reaction
⋆ but if he senses you're genuinely hurt by his comment, the blondie will attempt to soothe you in his own way
⋆ "don't worry, being ugly means less creeps around you"
⋆ "stfu, stanley"
⋆ "yes, ma'am" / "yes, sir"
⋆ as you guys grow closer, this non-chalant man finds himself looking for ways to make you even more embarrassed and flustered
⋆ so sometimes he would randomly text you with sweet nicknames
⋆ oh don't ever let him know that you fw being called a good girl/good boy
⋆ if you did then uh oh, pack it up, its so over for you. he's going to ABUSE that phrase. you just handed him your leash with that one.
⋆ since he's a military man he can't be with you all the time to banter with you and all... that's why the texts between you guys mean alot to him so he makes sure to keep a backup of them just in case something happens to his phone
⋆ yk those group of people who sing happy birthday and dance around with a pic of the said person if you pay them...
⋆ for your birthday, stanley motherfuckin' snyder sends them the most embarrassing, most hideous candid picture of you which he sneakily clicked so he can send you a vid of them wishing you a happy birthday
⋆ he knows how to piss you off
⋆ and....he knows how to make it up to you as well ;)
⋆ either way, texts between you and stanley can get intense real quick. whether its from an intense banter or other stuff, it is upon you guys.
Xeno Houston Wingfield
⋆ apart from being a goofy disney villain....ok sorry sorry, apart from being a cruel dicktator, he's a sweet loverboy at heart
⋆ "Good morning, sweets! Good Night, Lovey! Have you eaten yet? Oh, did you enjoy your hiking trip?"
⋆ proper grammar, no spelling error, formal greeting, detailed interrogation
⋆ you almost concluded that this man cannot distinguish between an email and a normal text
⋆ but you were wrong
⋆ because to him texting each other is like being a PEN PAL with him, far from an e-mail...
⋆ but he's so sweet, you dont have the heart to tell him that he doesn't have to end his texts with "Yours elegantly, Xeno"
⋆ btw, if he ever sees some acronyms/slangs he doesn't understand, he immediately texts you to ask you it's meaning 🥹
⋆ some kid once commented "sybau" under his social media post explaining about some scientific phenomena
⋆ you didn't have the heart to tell him what it really means so you....
⋆ "The kid's telling you to Stay Young, Beautiful, and Unique, Xen."
⋆ he ALMOST replied back the kid with a hearty thank you but you thankfully stopped him. bless his soul.
⋆ he's the kind of fella to reply back to your texts as soon as he can
⋆ he also treasures your kind messages alot. they move him to tears sometimes.
⋆ when he complained about his ideas being rejected and you soothed him with your texts, he couldn't stop crying like a baby that day.
⋆ stanley keeps noticing his bestie being progressively more occupied with his phone
⋆ xeno doesn't realize how cute he looks replying to your texts with a big smile
⋆ he is so precious
⋆ you're winning
Bonus
Chrome
⋆ "so you're telling me, if i write something here, it'll show up in your device all the way to wherever you are?"
⋆ "yup"
⋆ he then runs away from you as far as he can
⋆ types "science is damn AWESOME"
⋆ runs all the way back to you to check if its delivered
⋆ starts shouting in amazement after he sees that you did actually receive it lmao
Hallooo, I really love your military au with Ukyo, so I was hoping if you're still up for request then may I ask for Ukyo x a medic reader?
I just finished watching season 2 and already fell for this man! Why wouldn't I when his just so charming, right? But got anxious at the part when Hyoga pierced him and his literally bleeding on the ground 😭
So can I pretty please ask for that scene where reader is there and save his bleeding ass or at least the after scene when they've won the negotiation against Tsukasa?
I hope that makes sense, I just really love this man you can probably already tell Lol. Thank youuuuu! 💖
AAHHH is this the request to bring me back to writing?? I haven't watched the show in so long, so I may not be lore accurate in terms of scenes, but trust the process hehe.
Dr. Stone | Ukyo x Medic!Reader
Fuck, this is it.
Ukyo was almost disappointed in himself. After being turned to stone, revived, and fighting in a stone world war, he thought just maybe his last thoughts may be something more profound.
The pain hit him like a bullet, stone piercing flesh, body hurling toward the ground faster than a neuron can fire. The impact made it real, inciting a quick breath and loss thereof. There he was, writhing on the ground in an age of no hope. There were no pain meds or EMTs. Just the agony of your final thoughts and failing breath.
He knew what was upon him, light clouding his vision, the visage of a beauty leaning over his form. He assumed she was taking him to meet his maker.
"So angels do exist, boy was I wrong"
Ukyo felt the angels hands making quick work of him, assessing the injury, saying things he didn't quite understand in the midst of stepping one foot into death's door. He took a moment to take everything in. Despite the pain and regret, he felt immense comfort. And with that, he closed his eyes.
~
"Stay awake for me, I need you to open your eyes"
Y/N took a break from wound assessment to snap in the white-haired man's face. He wasn't going to die, her would make sure of that. As a former EMT and med student, Y/N had her fair share of emergency scenarios. Quick on her feet with the proper knowledge to support her, Y/N had been caught by the stone light while in her emergency medicine rotation, making Ukyo's injury only number 10 worst things she had seen in a medical setting.
Even still, Ukyo would need proper care.
Not that I mind
It was an evil thought to have, especially in a situation as dire as this. However, feelings are primary and cannot be denied. Y/N's feelings were nothing new. In their few interactions, Ukyo had been charming and charismatic, leading Y/N into a delusional spiral of a crush.
It didn't help that Ukyo's special attention to our heroine made the growing tension between the two apparent to everyone but the lovers in question. Small gestures, lingering glances, and understated compliments lined every interaction. It was the kind of thing that caused butterflies in a middle school girl's stomach.
Y/N thought about that moment now, days after the fact, staring at the serene face of a man resting better than he ever had in his life. Y/N took all the necessary precautions for a smooth recovery. Breaking out of her daze, Y/N noticed a sweat bead rolling down Ukyo's forehead. She reached out, but hesitated a moment, holding space for the sanctity of the moment.
Y/N reached out, brushing his hair aside. What a sight to behold, a man at his most vulnerable, eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks, mouth slightly agape. The touch was light and tender. Enough, but so little as to be considered nothing but a brush of the wind.
But there he was, melting into it, even unknowingly. Y/N swore she stopped breathing, even for a moment. Slowly, he opened his eyes for the first time since thinking he shut them for good.
He looked at you intently, your touch not wavering, before settling further into it. Your senses coming back, you began to pull away, provoking a groan from your patient.
"That hurts"
"Me touching you or not touching you?"
It was almost embarrassing to say out loud.
"How can I possibly go back to normal when I've had such expert hands looking after me"
He looked up at you, relishing in your reaction. Fidgeting, you began to inspect his wound, checking for proper healing.
"That's better"
Ukyo eased into your touch, humming as you applied ointment to the affected area. He was slightly in a daze, but lucid enough to know what he was doing. He reached out towards you, brushing hair behind your ear.
"I've heard you heal faster if you're in a better mood"
"I'm confident you will make a swift recovery then"
"Only if I get to see your beautiful face"
Your heart started to pound. He wasn't normally this forward. It almost made you feel like....he liked you back.
"Someone's bold today. Are the antibiotics getting to you?"
You had turned to grab something from your stash, but before going any further, a hand wrapped around your wrist, halting any movement. You turned, meeting serious and slightly desperate eyes.
"Y/N.. in all seriousness, I don't want to live another second of my life without you."
He swallowed hard, allowing those words to hang in the air like stars in outer space. Slowly, he raised your hand to his mouth, reverently placing a kiss on your knuckles.
"Don't hurt yourself."
You came closer, sidling up next to him before closing the gap and breaking the tension. Months of yearning culminated in this moment. Ukyo's arm slowly and shakily wrapped around you, pulling you closer with what little strength he had. You pulled away slightly.
"I suppose I've also heard that a good mood will set your recovery up for success."
"What treatment do you suggest, Doctor?"
"Well, you should stay on your oral antibiotic along with the topical. Not to mention any pain killers, alternating between those that are processed in the kidney and those in the liver."
Ukyo's smirk turned bemused as his focus returned to brushing hair out of your face.
"Oh! and this too I suppose."
You quickly pecked his lips, starting and ending so suddenly Ukyo hardly knew what was happening. He stared at you in a state of both surprise and awe. You sprung up, on your way to grab new bandages from storage.
"Don't die! I'll be back with your next dose soon!"
Author's Note: This feels kinda rushed, and I switched styles half way through, but I hope you enjoy!
im sorry to bother you but could you possibly do a Ukyo x reader like the one you did with Senku but like they're both in the navy-or whatever Ukyo was in I forgot-and they are at like boot camp or something? Again sorry for bothering you!!!
HELL YEA. You're so not a bother! Take up your space! I hope I do this justice!
Ukyo x Reader | Military AU
Going into the military, you have all types: those who don't know what they're doing with their lives, gym bros who want to prove they're the strongest, and sometimes, you have those who are driven by purpose.
You didn't join the military for fun. You had goals. You had passion. You knew this was going to be hard, and you knew you wanted to excel.
What you didn't expect was someone to catch your eye. You were focused. Throughout your training, you didn't fall for the quick hook-ups or other generally horny behavior. But here you were, watching a man of white hair, unknown to you, while he did pull-ups. The sweat dripping from his chin, rolling down his chest.
You didn't notice when you first saw him, his build looking average when not flexing, but he was well built. His body the evidence of years of training and self-discipline. You liked that. Fantasies of a man you didn't even know the name of swirled through your imagination. You stifled any further thought when you came to. You couldn't make any conclusions just yet.... but it wouldn't hurt to get to know him.
The boot camp you were attending was intense. If you intended to join the navy, it was imperative you attended. Sharp at 4 AM, whistles were called, ripping unsuspecting victims from the warm embrace of their dreams. You were up and ready, heading out to the track for the morning run. As people filed in, you caught someone's gaze. The man from before scanned you with blue-green eyes that you hadn't gotten a good enough look at in your prior analysis. They were the kind of thing you would've fallen victim to had you not been currently in hell.
You held his gaze, jogging over.
"Do you have a run buddy already?"
Couldn't hurt to ask.
He smiled. Not in the way the other men did. He smiled with authenticity and warmth. Like he saw you as a person, a potential friend, not just a body.
"Not yet, but I'm hoping a certain someone is about to ask."
"Don't tell me you're a 'I don't chase, I attract' alpha male. it's never any fun"
He laughed, waving his hand. You began to jog before establishing a steady run.
"I'm Ukyo Saionji, it's nice to finally meet you"
"Finally? You make me sound famous, hope that's not a bad sign"
"I just mean, it's nice to meet the person who keeps eyeing me up during strength training"
You just about stopped dead in your tracks. If you weren't so well-trained, you would've fell flat on your face. You tried to suppress the blood flowing into your face in vain.
"My name is Y/N L/N, thanks for asking."
He let out a breathy laugh
"That was a horrible save, Y/N L/N. And, I don't mind, you don't seem like the kind of person looking for a hook-up buddy"
He was straight-forward. Not in a blunt way, but in an instigative way. He was trying to get something out of you. Whether it be information, a reaction, or both, you were willing to play.
He became your training partner for the day, and the next, and the one after that. Ukyo became an essential part of your routine. You spent every waking moment from training to meals with the man. Each day, you thought you would figure him out, but each day, you opened a new door, a new window, and attic he wasn't even aware of. You found him to be genuine, sensitive, driven, and talented. He was confident, not arrogant. He spoke of home, his family and friends, fondly, mentioning how you should meet them when the boot camp was over.
It was a funny thing to say. How often to people say things like that, and seem to actually mean it? You had been taking it as an amicable gesture until he started flirting with you. He wasn't perverse or uncouth. He was charming. He didn't objectify or make you feel uncomfortable. He was so polite.
"My absolute favorite restaurant from home has this phenomenal cheesecake that you'd love. They're going to go crazy when I take you there"
"Don't make the reservation just yet, you haven't even asked if I want to go"
"I think I know your answer, and if you like their cake enough, I can get the baker to cater our wedding cake"
He made you blush. No matter how many times he made a pass at you, it was like the first time. Butterflies blooming in the deepest pits of your stomach, you felt brand new. He had a knack for making you feel valuable, like you weren't as disgusting as he was after crawling through dirt after a day of intense sweating.
Ukyo not only looked at you but spoke to you as if he saw some beauty in it all. He complimented your form, your perseverance, your commitment. It became some sort of a competition between the two of you. If you didn't stop, he would push for one more, and vice versa. It became a symbiotic relationship, helping the other thrive, while also building something much more personal.
As you neared the end of the boot camp, the undeniable truth that you had fallen for the teal-eyed man became apparent. The last day was going to end with a ceremony. The program was competitive to get into and even harder to complete. Invites had been sent out to family members to support their loved ones.
You're sister was the first to arrive, and although you weren't supposed to see anyone until the ceremony, she found a way to sneak her way in. You reunited and found a private spot to hide. She was just who you needed to speak to.
"OMG?? AND YOU LIKE HIM BACK??"
You hushed her immediately. She was going to get caught yelling like that. She lowered her voice,
"Wait, so tell me what exactly you like about him. I can help you figure out what to say"
You sighed, thinking of all the qualities and quirks you could list off. You could go on for hours, but that wasn't what you needed.
"I just think... he's the man I want to grow old with. The man I want to support and have support me. The man I want give my all to. He makes me feel like the best version of myself, and I want to inspire that in him. I want to kiss him to shut him up, and I want him to stop telling me all the things he's going to do with me, and ask me!"
Your sister gushed before looking at her phone.
"I need to go, but remember that!"
She ran off, peering around corners, being sure not to be seen.
The ceremony began, speeches were given, and as you crossed the stage, you could have sworn, looking out into the audience, Ukyo was winking at you.
After, families desperate to see their estranged loved ones created a sea of chaos. You embraced your parents, catching a glimpse of the snow-headed man with his own family over their shoulders. You were anxious to catch him before he left. Otherwise, you'd have no way of contacting him. But, soon enough, you got too caught up with your conversation to break away.
"Sorry to interrupt, I'm Ukyo Saionji. It's a pleasure to meet you, your Y/N has been such a luxury during this time."
He came from behind you, standing at a respectful distance, but close enough you could feel him. He introduced his parents and extended family, allowing his and yours to mingle and get into a smooth conversation before pulling his attention to you.
"Looks like in-law bonding is going well. I think your dad just might say yes to me asking for your hand in marriage."
He smiled in that teasing way you had come to look forward to.
"I think it may take more than just that, and don't think he'd just sell me off, just like that."
"Yes, you're far more precious than that."
He stared at you, adoringly, making the air tense. It was awkward, not that he seemed to mind.
"Stop that"
"Why don't you kiss me, and I'll shut up."
"What?"
You were caught off guard. It was too reminiscent of words you had just spoken to your sister not even two hours prior.
"I'm ready to spend the rest of my life supporting you, but if you-"
You turned scarlet, instinctually covering his mouth with your hands. You removed them quickly after realizing you could cause a scene. He grabbed one of you hands as you started to shrink away, focusing your gaze on some patch of grass.
"I may have forgotten to tell you-I have excellent hearing"
He raised your hand to his lips, holding your gaze, teal on E/C.
requested: ✔ (by @heartkaji) [if it makes you uncomfy to be tagged here, please let me know babes!!]
featuring: suo hayato, sakura haruka, jo togame, ren kaji
a/n: first dates!! i have actually had this thought before, and even mentally drafted how i believed first dates with each of the boys would go! thank you so so much for requesting this, it makes my little heart so happy UwU
wc: 1.7k
c/w: fem!reader, fluff, first dates, headcanon blurbs, language, cafe dates, smooth!suo, richkid!suo if you squint, picnic dates, matsuri dates, blushy!sakura!!!, surprise dates, just general sweet things 💕
on your first date with suo, you felt almost out of place.
the resto-cafe he brought you to for lunch certainly wasn’t the fanciest place in town; but it was just on the right side of sophisticated that you felt incredibly underdressed in your plain blouse and jeans. suo had insisted you looked amazing, but you couldn’t help but eye up the other patrons who wore things that looked as if they came straight from some high-class celebrity’s closet.
and the prices printed across the menu had your eyes bulging; even if you saved up your money for a month you wouldn’t have been able to afford even the cheapest thing on the menu.
but suo had only tilted his head and with a soft smile and with an even softer voice coaxed, “go ahead and get whatever you want, dove.”
of course, your immediate reaction to these words was to pinpoint the cheapest thing — and suo was far too quick to catch on to it. he pursed his lips but said nothing further as the waiter jotted down your order; in fact, suo hadn’t even reacted on it at all until the food was finally delivered to the table.
as the waiter stooped to place your plate in front of you (it looked quite pitiful; fancy, but very poorly portioned) suo cleared his throat, catching both the attention of the waiter and yourself.
“excuse me, sir. that’s mine.”
your mouth popped open and the waiter looked rather baffled, but mumbled out an apology and quickly set the plate in front of suo — subsequently putting suo’s order in front of you in turn. it was much larger portioned and far fancier; and the steam wafting up from it was so aromatic that drool accumulated in your mouth.
too concerned about causing a scene with the waiter still present, you merely narrowed your eyes at suo, who only smiled back at you. and when the waiter had taken his leave, you weren’t able to question suo before his lips were opening.
“i’m not going to eat much. i’m on a diet, you know. so go ahead and enjoy that. i bet it’s good.” suo said smoothly, plucking his cup of steaming tea from the table and blowing softly before taking a sip.
you were rendered absolutely speechless and baffled; but suo’s demeanor told you he wasn’t going to budge. and so, a bit reluctantly, you set about taking small bites out of suo’s plate.
but it wasn’t long before you were practically inhaling it, nearly moaning at the savory taste of it — as wrapped up in the experience as you were, you couldn’t even notice the way suo watched you over the rim of his cup, his heart palpitating in his chest and love nearly spilling from his very being.
watching you indulge yourself in something that was clearly a rarity was something akin to a blessing to suo — one that he would continue to worship for as long as you’d allow him to.
sakura was more nervous than you’d ever seen him before.
you were used to seeing a myriad of his expressions; embarrassed, angry, pouty, shocked, coy, confident (sometimes even to the point of cockiness), condescending, disgusted — but the one he’d had on his face as he locked his fingers into yours to walk you to the entrance of potho’s was unlike any you’d ever seen.
you couldn’t quite recall a time that you’d ever seen him genuinely nervous.
sakura nearly fumbled when he reached forward to open the door for you, the little tinkle of the bell announcing your presence to the familiar woman inside — she looked shocked to see sakura stumble in after you and slip his hand into yours, but it quickly melted into an expression of softness; something warm like happiness.
sakura’s face mirrored that of a tomato the entire time; as the two of you walked to a booth, as kotoha took your orders, as kotoha dropped them off — even as sakura nearly inhaled his omarice, missing the veggies portioned to the side. you couldn’t help but find it endearing — especially with the way the toe of his shoe would graze against your shin or ankle beneath the table, the action clearly intentional from the way his eyes flicked up to yours every time he did so.
you would return the small touches as you are; a reassurance that everything was okay, and that he was doing fine. it had taken some time, but sakura eventually found it in him to meet your eyes — and from there the two of you did what you always did. you talked, and you smiled, and you laughed.
and, of course, you slipped the occasional tease in there.
sakura may have acted as though he was indignant about it, but there was no missing the soft relief and adoration swirling in his eyes as you not-so-outright soothed and assured him. even if most wouldn’t consider it a “good” first date, it felt perfect to you — because your boyfriend was trying, and he was growing.
and the universe knew that the two of you had all the time in the world to eventually recreate the perfect date — for however long it may take for sakura to feel as if he’d achieved giving you one.
working part-time at stalls during festival season made togame a bit impartial to matsuri dates.
togame often saw couples during his time within the stalls; would watch as they held hands and gazed at each other softly, swapping words quietly so as to have a conversation that was meant only for them; something personal and private amidst a bustling crowd — would watch as boyfriends tried their hardest at various game stalls to win a prize for their date; and he would feel slightly envious of them as their girlfriends clutched the prize and stared at them as if they’d quite literally hung the moon.
and togame had long since decided that he wanted that too.
so when summer rolled around, he was insistent that the two of you attend the festival. it was a week long festival, and somehow, after your first initial night there, he’d convinced you to attend with him for the entire duration of it.
maybe it was the way the he absolutely gushed over your kimono, at every chance he got, turning you multiple shades of red over the course of the night. maybe it was the way he dragged you to every game stall — and the way he won every single one, grabbing the biggest prize and handing it to you with a soft smile and even softer eyes.
maybe it was because you genuinely had fun during it — maybe it was because there was something so infectious about the way togame flitted from stall to stall to sample every single snack offered; and the way he insisted on hand feeding you all the ones that didn’t require chopsticks (he wanted to feed you with those, too.)
maybe it was the way the lights danced across his face and gleamed within his eyes, morphing him into something less human and something more ethereal. maybe it was the sweetness of his lips when he connected them to yours in shadowed, secluded areas.
maybe it was all of these things combined that made you want to experience a festival date with him as often as you could — for the rest of your life, if at all possible.
if only you knew just how much togame wanted that too.
your first official date with kaji had been on a rather humid day in july, something small and intimate tucked away in a secluded area of the city.
and his secluded area of choice just happened to be within a small clearing hidden away inside a copse of small, leafy trees directly behind a vintage record store.
you had remembered kaji talking about it on a few occasions, but that was the first time he had taken you to see it — it wasn’t anything special and didn’t particularly stand out amongst the other stores around it, but kaji’s eyes still gleamed when he lead you around the corner by the hand, as if it was as dazzling as a light show in the sky.
you wondered if that store had been home to any special memories.
your skin was slightly itchy when you finally broke through the foliage of the trees, but it was hard to focus on the unpleasant sensation when you took in the sight in front of you — a checkered blanket was spread across the small clearing, littered with styrofoam plates piled with fruits, breads, and sweets. beverages ranging from sodas to teas and water were arranged in the center of the blanket.
a picnic. this was a picnic.
“kaji, did you—?”
you weren’t able to finish your sentence at that time, because kaji pulled you urgently to the blanket and mumbled for you to “sit.”
you had taken a seat quickly and observed the myriad of food across the blanket as kaji mirrored your position straight across from you. his shoulders were hunched up to his ears and his face was dusted in a blush, and his teeth worried around the stick in his mouth far more nervously than they normally would.
it wasn’t uncommon for kaji to surprise you with little things, but something this big and intimate… it was certainly out of his comfort zone — and you realized quickly that he was nervous and anxious of your reaction. he was scared you wouldn’t like it.
so you did the one thing you knew would reassure him — you talked.
not about the picnic that he’d set up for you, but about the record store he’d chosen to set it up behind. you asked him what they sold, when and how he’d first stumbled upon it, and why it had taken him so long to bring you there.
and as he answered these questions of yours, that look of anxiety melted from his face — and you were so focused on those pretty lips speaking around the sucker in his mouth that you didn’t notice the way his eyes gleamed in adoration for you.
and you certainly had no idea that he had just formed one of the happiest memories of his life there on that blanket with you.
y’all pls watch this, this is literally how i envision suo 😭
also, i am so very sorry for my inactivity. i’ve been dealing with some stressors in life (blegh) but slowly but surely i am regaining my motivation!! i hope to get back into my old flow soon!!
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