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˖⁺. 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 ❀ 𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗵𝘁 𝗷𝗲𝗸𝘆𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 𖹭
❀ aster — courting/flirting headcanons. how would they act around their crush?
licht jekylland todoroki is true romantic; good old-fashioned lover boy. he believes in one true love, in everlasting romance, pure happiness, soulmates. his mother raised him well. he knows all about the essence of pure admiration, about sacrifice, about adoration, about passion, about being a support for the other person. oh, he knows about it all. the thing is, he never actually thought he'll fell in love.
he assumed that he's going to spend his whole life, just, you know, being the best pianist in the world. no place for love. not that love is a bad thing, no, he knows it's beautiful, but he focuses on other things. more important things?
so imagine his surprise when he realized that he has fallen for you. that he can't live without you. that you bring this sweet rosy feeling to his soul. at first he's clumsy in showing his love, with all his knowledge but no practise, but he gets better. he's a fast learner, besides, he only wants to be the best for you.
he starts with classic romantic gestures, learning what do you like, what makes you all giddy and gleeful. you'd like to read certain book? he'll buy you all of them if you want! you both sit in cafe, enjoying sweets? he's paying, you have nothing to say.
licht wants to accompany you, whatever you'd be doing. you're playing with your cute animals? can he pet them? they look so refined! taking care of your plants? he wants to learn more about this! you're doing something? let's see if he can help somehow. he lives to serve you.
❀ rose — what makes them realize that they're in love with you?
realization takes him some time. sure, he felt attracted to you from your first meeting, but then he started spending more and more time with you, slowly but surely falling for you.
realization also hits him very hard. and quite randomly. one time he was walking you back to your apartment after a walk and looked in your eyes last time, before you closed the door. your beautiful shining blue eyes. he could drown in them. how lovely it would be to look at them for the rest of his life. they say that eyes are the window to the soul and he was sure your soul was the most beautiful and heavenly of them all.
you said goodbye to the black-haired boy, then smiled and disappeared behind the door of your apartment. the self-proclaimed angel stood there for a moment longer, then stiffly, with uneven steps he left.
he had been walking down the sidewalk for a long time, breathing in the cool, but already spring air. the first flowers timidly peeked out from the still ungrown flower beds, and the meadows were coming back to life. but apart from the plants, something else was blooming: his love for you.
when after a few meetings he felt the first faster heartbeats, when he discovered that your face had taken on completely new features for him - he knew immediately that he had fallen in love.
your first meeting would remain in his memory forever - a beautiful, ethereal stranger playing with the same cat as him. so delicate and charming, he could feel how your beautiful eyes were reading his soul during that moment. and then it repeated every time he met you.
he even wrote a song, decorated with your name, to express all the emotions he felt towards you. he was still not satisfied with it - you seemed better to him. there was something more in you, which he was only just beginning to experience, sometimes you were free spirited, but at the same time calm and clever. there were a few contradictions in you, which even he could not express with music.
he looked again, locating your window. he was already quite far away, so it seemed really small. there was a light shining in it, though.
he clenched his hands into fists and unclenched them every now and then. he felt like he was in a kind of frenzy when he left you and only concerts or practice were able to distract him from these strange feelings. when he thought about you he felt things he had never experienced before, he felt hot, and at the same time a cruel coldness embraced him. his own servamp laughed at him, that he was like a puppy, chasing after an unattainable, beautiful butterfly floating towards the sky.
he did not feel only in love, however. he felt as if the best thing that had happened to him in his life was your existence. he wanted to clasp his hands on yours, kiss your shoulders gently and oh!
he blushed, then looked around frantically, as if some occasional, random passerby were to suddenly read his thoughts and tell the world. he wasn't ready for that yet. he had to plan everything perfectly, so that his declaration of love would be worthy of you. for the moment he felt as if you could slip away from him, slip away at any moment, and without you he wouldn't be able to function. although, he doesn't know how long he'll be able to hide his feelings. he wasn't very good at it, not with you, who awakened in him this energy, this range of emotions...
what love does to an artist.
❀ tulip — confession headcanons. how would they confess to you?
it was early evening, you were sitting on a high and short bench pushed up to the piano, among the empty spaces of the old theater. the boards you were on were illuminated by the light from above, but you could still see empty rows of seats. usually you were on the other, unlit side, but since you got closer to a certain pianist, this state of affairs sometimes changed.
you loved listening to licht practicing. he was such a professional that even the first attempts sounded good in his performance, and the feeling that you saw the process of improvement made everything extremely fascinating.
besides, you also loved his presence, and the possibility of sneaking into his everyday life made you incredibly happy. but how could it be otherwise, since you had fallen in love with him?
conversations, glances, music - all of this was wonderful, and all of it was provided to you by licht.
it was one of those days when you visited licht while he was practicing some piece on the piano. after some time, he went to the bathroom and didn't come back for a long time. so you got bored. for a moment you looked at the dust particles that were floating every now and then, turning white in the stage light.
after a moment of aimless looking around the empty and still space, you noticed a stack of papers, put aside, not far from the main, spread out notes, from which your companion was learning the piece. you decided that you didn't want to disturb his main, already spread out files and reached for the one on the side, curious about what else he could be practicing.
when you took it from your hand, you noticed that the notes were not printed, but carefully drawn, most likely by licht. they intrigued you even more, so you decided to take a look at the name of the piece, written in rather cursive handwriting. you looked at it for a few seconds before you realized what it meant.
❝oh❞ you whispered softly, realizing the page bore your name.
you quickly shuffled the next ones, but didn't disturb their order. they all had the same word at the top, the same heading. you blushed when the thought popped into your head that this was supposed to be about you.
after a moment you decided to delve into the notes the margins were full of. at first you had a little trouble reading them, but with each one you were getting better and better.
❝𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎. 𝒾 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒.❞
❝𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉... 𝒾 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉❞
❝𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎. 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎, 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝒾 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓉?❞
❝𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁, 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝒾 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓉?❞
you turned around, feeling his presence behind, tearing your sparkling with emotion eyes from the pages. you looked at the pianist, whose face expressed a state that was hard to describe. his eyebrows furrowed, his lips frozen in a surprised grimace. oh, this wasn't supposed to look like this.
❝is this about me?❞ you asked quietly, clenching your hands on the pages. he nodded and took your hands in his.
❝it's just... i love you❞ he whispered, then looked into your eyes. ❝i live for you! you're so wonderful, i've never met anyone like you before. you're an angel, you control my mind; my heart that passionately gives you everything it has. you're a muse, an inspiration for me. you make me dream of forever.❞
poetry kept slipping from his lips, something unusual for him, but still fitting. his heart beating way too fast, reminding him of the first time when his parents were watching his performance for the first time, he almost felt melanin leaving every strand of his hair. small tinge of anxiousness in his heart; no matter how much he loves you, you may not feel the same.
you, on the other hand, held back your tears, because all these words moved you deeply. you ran your hand through your hair, seeing how he took two steps towards you, you stood up. you quickly put the papers behind you, with some reverence, because they suddenly seemed incredibly valuable to you.
❝i...❞ you started, catching his attention, he looked at you trying to stay calm, most likely expecting rejection. you, however, went up to him and raised your hands, which you placed on his cheeks, your thumbs stroking the delicate skin of the man your heart loved the most in the world. ❝licht, i love you too.❞
you hugged him, snuggling into him with almost the entire surface of your body. even through your clothes you could feel how fast his heart was beating. yours, however, was no better, beating a mad rhythm, almost hurting your chest from the inside.
you stayed like that for a long time, in a comfortable silence, in which the sound of two hearts happily in love echoed.
❀ freesia — firsts headcanons. where/when/how was your first date&first kiss.
⋆˙⟡ — finally, warm spring came to your life. you could abandon your thick coat and gloves without regret, and exchange them for your usual clothes, in which you felt completely comfortable.
so when licht suggested a meeting in the gardens, you accepted without hesitation. you found delicate, airy clothes in your wardrobe, which with their pattern and delicacy gave a certain freshness that you loved so much.
especially that delicate neckline, emphasizing your shoulders and neck, and almost romantic lace, but still matching your appearance in an interesting way.
when you finally chose the matching jewelry, you gathered your bag and headed to the meeting.
you arrived at the place first, showing up a bit early, so you decided to walk for a while through the nearby alleys to kill some time.
you gazed with delight at all the flowers, which, helped by the garden workers, grew beautifully and decorated the space. although at first you could only see small, scattered crocuses, daffodils, or slowly forming tulips characteristic of spring, in the end, to your surprise, you also came across fully developed rose bushes, usually starting to bloom in june. surprised, you stopped to admire the walls and benches decorated with carefully trimmed rose branches, which beautifully presented their juicy, full and abundant petals with a fleshy structure and burgundy color.
this is also where licht found you, looking around the garden for you. as soon as he saw you, his heart beat faster. a pleasant, warm wind had just sprung up, gently combing your hair and fluttering your clothes. a few rose petals fell at your feet, and you looked up at the sky.
only after a few seconds did you notice that the musician was in your presence. he was wearing a white shirt with the top buttons unbuttoned, and elegant trousers. you smiled sweetly and extended your hand to him.
❝hello licht❞ your tone was tender. you blushed slightly when licht, instead of taking your hand, first squeezed it and lifted it to his lips to place a gentle kiss on its back. only after this warm gesture did he start holding it normally, so that you could walk along the paths without hanging up.
you had already been walking around the garden for a while when you came across a hedge maze that reached above your heads. so you entered it, winding between impenetrable, green walls. at some point you probably reached its heart, where on a small square surrounded by vegetation stood a gazebo covered with roses.
you sighed with a joyful glint in your eye, that you were seeing such an unusual flower at this time of year again, and pulling licht by the hand, you entered the wooden structure.
❝it's so beautiful...❞ you sighed, finally stopping and letting go of your partner's hand. you turned to face him, but before you looked into his eyes, you looked around with a smile. ❝don't you think?❞
when you glanced at his handsome face, you noticed how his cheeks seemed to be the most delicately pink, and his lips were pressed together. he frowned his dark eyebrows slightly; you noticed that his eyes couldn't focus in one place, looking once at your eyes, once at... your lips.
after a moment of silence licht grabbed your hands, which he lifted and pressed to his chest. you felt his heart beating faster; deep down you knew that yours was beating just as fast. you got closer to each other. his face moving to be as close to yours as possible, but still very uncertain, as if waiting for permission.
you decided not to wait any longer and connected your lips.
the kiss was passionate. you sped up, then slowed down, as if unable to decide in which form you could satisfy each other more. your hands, pressed between your chests, intertwined instinctively.
you finally pulled away from your beloved due to the lack of air. you tilted your head back slightly. he, as if still on impulse, kissed your jawline, tickling your locks, then placed the last brush on the side of your neck. then he also pulled away, blushing, with a slightly accelerated breath and a slightly trembling lower lip. your hands finally parted, as if they had also finished the passionate confession themselves.
you smiled radiantly under the influence of joy, to which licht blushed slightly. his eyes still hazy, dreamy. you laughed tenderly.
⋆˙⟡ — you took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of wildflowers. the sun warmed your skin, shining high in the sky. you had the impression that it was burning your face and shoulders, and yet you didn't feel any discomfort. especially when a moment later the wind picked up, gently combing your hair. you took a deep breath. after a moment you noticed a tall tree not far away. you immediately hurried towards it, to happily rest in its shade.
it was the very beginning of summer, but the heat was already associated with a scorching august. only the fresh, still spring plants under your feet reminded you that it was only june. the weather was simply perfect for the current meeting with your beloved.
❝this place is perfect❞ you replied lightly. you turned towards your interlocutor, who was licht. he nodded and put the picnic basket down next to you. a delicate blush was on his face, but you couldn't tell whose fault it was; maybe the weather, or maybe yours?
you bent down to the basket to pull out a large, soft blanket. after a moment you started to unfold it - you gave one of the sides to licht, and he accepted it with clear disorientation, but without protest. you ran a few steps away so that it could be easily unfolded. you giggled at the confused pianist, who tried ineptly to imitate your movements, as you adjusted the arrangement of the material on the grass after calmly putting it down.
in the end, however, you managed, and you hastily clambered onto its surface, leaving your summer shoes on the grass. on your knees you pulled the basket, from which you began to pull out the prepared food.
at some point, however, you felt how empty it was next to you. you froze with the plate in your hand, looking around confusedly from side to side.
❝licht? won't you sit down?❞ you looked at your dear boyfriend, who was standing perfectly straight in the sun, watching you piercingly. you had the impression that your words were the only thing that snapped him out of his thoughts.
❝i'm coming❞ he quickly walked up to you and joined you on the blanket. you smiled slightly, ignoring the suddenness of his movements. when he sat down near you, you immediately handed him the dinnerware. absentmindedly, you didn't even notice how the man, taking it, brushed the back of your hand with his thumb with clear affection.
the wind fluttered the collar of his shirt as he bent down to look for the most beautiful of flowers. you couldn't help but notice how different his outfit looked from the one you saw every day. it was more elegant than his ordinary sweatshirt. the white shirt had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the top two buttons were unbuttoned, giving it a more ordinary chic. oh, how handsome and beautiful he is...
you were just reaching for a strawberry when you heard a quiet mumble. when you looked in the direction where the sound came from, you noticed that licht, who had been circling the meadow until now, had climbed a small hill, clearly looking at the view that was inaccessible to the eyes from the perspective of your blanket. without thinking much, you jumped up, walking barefoot towards him.
licht, absorbed in his thoughts, didn't even notice you approach until you were two steps ahead of him. his heart beat faster when you sighed with delight, then turned towards him with a clear excitement written on your face. something about the sparkle of your eyes and the way your silhouette looked in the sunlight caused confusion in his head.
you sighed with delight, looking at the view of many kilometers of meadows, orchards, and fields spread from the foot of the hill to the very horizon.
✧
the sun was setting as you snuggled up to your partner's chest and watched the grass sway in the wind. licht, on the other hand, showered you with loving kisses - he stroked your head, kissing the top of it; your cheeks, jawline, and neck were gently and tenderly caressed. you wandered over his chest with your hand and made delicate patterns with your finger.
a bouquet of wildflowers lay next to you, scattering slightly. a gentle breeze fluttered its petals.
you lifted your head, supporting yourself on your hands. licht detached himself from your cheek with a loving look.
you smiled gently, rubbing your nose against his. you slowly closed your eyes as you approached his lips. as you expected, they were waiting for you patiently. so you kissed them long and lovingly. everything was calm, unhurried, yet tender and full of hidden passion.
when you pulled away from him, his face was pink for the umpteenth time that day. he had a dreamy expression on his face, as if he was still absorbed in the affection you exchanged.
❝my love, thank you for today❞ you started, then in a fit of sudden shyness you looked away. ❝it was... wonderful.❞
when you looked at him again, you noticed how feverish he seemed. worried you parted your lips to ask him about it, but you didn't manage to get a single sound out. his lips attacked you shamelessly, and his arms positioned you so that you were lying on your back.
he towered over you, and there was only a few centimeters of free space between you. his voice trembled as he finally forced himself to take a break from showering you with his love.
❝being with you is like dancing in the clouds of heaven and over the melting rainbow. you are the most wonderful heavenly being this world has to offer, i love you and i’m grateful every day that i was given the chance to meet you.❞
❝i’m glad i met you too❞ you couldn't help the sweet, cheerful tone as you answered him.
he lowered his head, finally laying on your chest. his soft hair tickled your collarbone. as your bodies touched, you felt his heart beating fast. you lay in silence for a long time, listening and observing the nature around you; the wind dying down and the evening shadow falling on the orange sky.
❀ lilac — what are they like when they're in love? is it obvious for others? how do they express their feelings?
blushing. hide and go seek. gardens, romance novels. innocence. bare feet. silk dresses. dances. picking flowers. messy hand writing. crumpled up paper. hand written letters. classic literature. forgotten ideas. cherries. heart shaped glasses. ferris wheels. polaroid pictures. living in the moment. antiques. old jewelry. pure intentions. classic paintings. kind words. gloves. cursive. working for a better tomorrow. soft smiles. lots of sunlight. stories swirling in your mind. whispers filled with secrets. old architecture. big dreams. hot tea. comfy socks. bakeries. hugging a teddy bear. soft sweaters. baby pink. notebook of pressed flowers. milkshakes. watching a meteor shower.
his love is delicate and sweet, like something from a romantic movie. it's easy to notice for anyone, but it's not annoying or unpleasant to observe. no relationship is perfect, but yours is pretty close to that definition. it's calm, supportive, soothing and filled with happiness. his touches are tender, his gaze soft and filled with purest adoration.
acts of service are his thing. carrying you when you feel tired, holding doors for you, holding your bags, peeling fruits for you. licht's also verbally expressive when it comes to your relationship. the most poetic praises and compliments fell from his lips, feeling like delicate kisses on your sweet soul.
❀ hyacinth — jealousy headcanons. are they likely to get jealous? what do they do when they feel jealous?
licht isn't jealous at all. in fact he's pretty chill in every situation that could make anyone else green with envy. he just knows that healthy relationship is build on mutual trust and he trusts you. as simple as it is.
he's rather reserved when it comes to strangers, but he won't do anything bad or embarrassing. he gets protective, yes, but it's only the result of dangerous stuff you're both taking part in. if you show that you're uncomfortable with some unwanted attention, he'll gladly introduce the other person with with the sole of his boot.
❀ sunflower — hugs/cuddles headcanons. do they like to cuddle? what’s their favorite position to cuddle in?
licht may not look look like it, but he enjoys physical affection. usually he shows this in very subtle way, but when you get some time alone he is quite a cuddle bug. he likes all cuddling positions you can come up with, but if he had to tell, his favourite one would be the half spoon.
usually with him laying on his back and you on his other side. you place your head on his upper chest and wraps your arm around his body. curled up with each other, heightening intimacy and feeling of closeness, paying attention to the cues from your own body and his, and letting your body say what feels good in the moment. he wraps his arm around you as well and you remain in quiet tenderness, listening to the beating of his heart.
❀ daisy — how easy is it to embarrass them? what can you do to fluster them and make them melt?
it isn't easy to embarrass him, there is nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed with being an angel or loving one, he thinks. it is possible to fluster him tho.
at the start of your relationship he was a bit nervous, any sign of affection making his heart burst out of his chest, his hands all sweaty and clammy, but he got better, eventually.
you don't have to do much, just bat your lashes, kiss him sweetly and look at him with those pretty eyes of yours, and he'll melt. you're petting hyde? his cheeks are flushed, gosh, you're so cute. you're just being here, doing your thing, and light just falls on you in the right way? you are beautiful, you are inspiring, he loves you. why does it feel so hot in here?
you just have this effect on him.
❀ iris — what do their friends and family think about your relationship?
his mother adores you! you're such a sweet angelic girl! you perfectly compliment her son! your relationship has brightest future ever possible! you two could combine your divine powers to purify and cure the world with your love! she does everything she can to become your friend, showing you cutest photos of baby licht, gifting you small angel-themed knick knacks and calling you her darling, darling girl.
his father is way more calm than his dear wife, but feels the same sympathy for you. he likes strong things and he respects you. he considers you very strong, you know? you have earned his nod of agreement. you're a good girl and you're good for his son. that's good. but he won't go into all flowery compliments and such things, it doesn't take words to show how much he appreciates your presence!
so yeah, his family absolutely loves you, they think of you as the perfect daughter in law.
they are your biggest fanclub ever! there are two sure things in life: death and your happy relationship with licht. they really think of you two as the perfect couple, but they don't envy. they support. it may sound silly, but the fact that you and licht are dating is some kind of anchor for them. there's a lot of weird and dangerous stuff around them, all of you have to face and fight evil, and it's just good to have a reminder that even in the craziest times true love can bloom.
❀ forget-me-not — their favorite memory with you?
huh, that's a hard one. his first thoughts are related to your first meeting, your first date or kiss, then they drift to other wonderful times you shared and he kinda forgets what was he even asked about. so, technically, there is no definite answer. but… if he really had to choose one… hm, maybe the time when you went to kakigori cafe one day?
it was very pretty spring, and when he thinks about it now, spring is really your time of the year. so many good things happened to you in spring. you were excited to try his favourite delicacy of all time. your smile was so bright he could swear you're actually shining. and when you actually took the first spoon of syrup covered ice, your eyes went wild and your cheeks went rosy for a second. you smiled sweetly at how amazing it is and began to ramble how you should make this your little tradition. he swears that no other kakegori he has ever eaten or will ever eat has tasted as good as it did with you then. it's simple memory, but there's something in it that makes him feel very special, the kind of felling that you just cannot articulate, but know it's a good one.
