Hii! I do! As you can see in my character list and rules, I have specified that I also take requests for the 1980s, which means any characteryou want, really. (pinned post.) Feel free to drop a request! I'll answer it when I have time :)
(Art is not mine, credits to misey4me on Pinterest)
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The night was too quiet.
You knew stepping into the woods at night was a mistake, but the thrill of it—of being somewhere you shouldn’t, of pushing boundaries—was too enticing. The flashlight in your hand flickered slightly, the cold air biting at your skin as you tread deeper into the unknown. The trees stretched tall and suffocating, their branches like skeletal fingers scratching against the sky.
Then, a noise. A sharp, stuttered inhale.
Your breath hitched.
A shadow darted between the trees.
A shape emerged from the darkness—a hunched figure, moving erratically, its limbs twitching with unnatural energy.
You barely had time to register the figure before it lunged at you.
Your instincts kicked in just in time to dodge, but the glint of moonlight on steel made your stomach drop. The blade of an axe swung through the air where your head had been mere moments ago.
He was fast.
He stumbled forward with an unnatural gait, his body jerking with every step. The tics were obvious now—the way his head snapped to the side, the way his shoulders twitched. A sharp giggle escaped him, like a hiccup mixed with amusement.
“Gah—! Gotcha—! Ha—! Hah—hah—hah!”
You bolted.
Your legs carried you on sheer terror, weaving between trees as the sound of heavy boots pounded behind you. You could hear him laughing, choking on his own breath, hacking and gasping as he pursued you relentlessly.
Then—thwack!
An axe flew past your head, embedding itself deep into a tree just inches away. The shock sent you stumbling, your heart hammering in your throat.
And then, something snapped inside you.
You ripped the axe from the bark.
Adrenaline surged through you as you turned, gripping the handle tight. He was already lunging again, his mouth twisted into something between a grin and a grimace.
But when he saw the axe in your hand, something flickered in his expression.
Not fear. Not admiration. Pure, unfiltered rage.
You didn’t stick around to find out what he would do. You ran, taking his weapon with you.
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He found you again.
And again.
And again.
Each time, he tried to finish what he started. Each time, he failed.
At first, it was pure frustration—his body spasming with irritation whenever you managed to slip away. His laughter became sharp and bitter, his tics more erratic, his voice strained with fury whenever he snarled your name into the empty night. You were the one who got away. The one stain on his perfect streak. The one thing he couldn't kill.
But over time, something changed.
It wasn’t just frustration anymore. It was obsession.
It started with him watching you when you thought you were alone. When you walked home late at night, he was there, just out of sight. When you slept, he lingered outside your window, his breath fogging up the glass. When you spoke—to anyone, to anything—he listened, absorbing every detail of your life.
You became his fixation. The one person he couldn’t kill. The one challenge he couldn’t overcome.
And yet…
He didn’t want to kill you anymore.
Not really.
He wanted to understand you. To break you. To see what lay beneath that adrenaline-fueled defiance.
And worse?
You started to let him.
You should have run. Should have left town. Should have told someone, anyone.
But instead, you played the game.
You left your window unlocked some nights. You spoke into the darkness, knowing he was listening. You kept the axe—his axe—under your bed, and some twisted part of you liked knowing it was there.
Because for all the fear, the chase, the danger—
You weren’t just running anymore.
You were waiting.
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Weeks turned into months. The tension between you was palpable. Every time he found you, every time you escaped, the game escalated.
You could feel his eyes burning into your back when you walked through town, his presence lurking in places you hadn’t even thought to check before. He wasn’t just watching—he was learning. Learning how you moved, how you thought, how you breathed.
Then, one night, he took it a step further.
You had just stepped into your room, exhaustion from the day settling deep into your bones, when you felt it. That shift in the air. The sensation of something being off.
Then—
“Miss me?”
Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest as you spun around, your breath catching in your throat.
He was there.
Standing in your room, casually leaning against the window frame like he belonged there, like he hadn’t just broken into your house without a sound. His hoodie was stained with something dark, his hatchet dangling lazily from his fingers.
But his expression—
He wasn’t angry.
No, he was grinning.
“Nice place,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. His head twitched to the side sharply, a tic that sent a shudder through his whole frame. “Cozy. You leave the window open for me?”
You should have screamed. Should have grabbed something—anything—to defend yourself.
u know what would be great? Musume Ronshaku x antisocial alt reader. Could be friends or lovers. The two hangout and text in secret but dont interact at school to avoid ruining eachother's reputation. Because the reader is quiet and good behaved(which the bullies consider to be "weird"), whenever theyre around Musume they just.. tame her????? With her group and anywhere else she's absolute chaos but with the reader she's calmer and actually not a bitch? They just have this affect where they make the most bad behaved people go soft with them.
Like, yes, shes still herself but if you were to ask the reader how musume is around them they would be like "she's really sweet. ^^" while Musume is doing some wild shit in the background.
Woo hoo, finally another character I haven't wrote for yet! :D
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Musume Ronshaku x Antisocial Alt!Reader (GN)
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Everyone knew Musume Ronshaku. Loud, bratty, spoiled rich girl energy. She had half the school wrapped around her finger—and the other half trying not to get shoved into a locker. No one dared cross her.
Except you.
You never even tried. You just... existed.
You didn’t talk much, didn’t mess with anyone. The whole “alt” thing only made it worse for your reputation. Black clothes, sharp eyeliner, headphones in. You weren’t scary—you were just weird. A freak. Easy target, or so people thought.
But one day, Musume caught you quietly sketching alone behind the school. You didn’t look up when she stood there, chewing bubblegum like she was about to make fun of you.
You just said, “You’re blocking my light.”
And she laughed.
Like, genuinely laughed.
That was the start.
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Now you text almost every night.
Stupid memes. Rants about classmates. Music links. The occasional “you good?”
At school, though? You don’t exist to each other. No eye contact. No greetings. Just perfect silence.
It’s your mutual agreement—“It’d ruin us both,” she joked once. “You’re like a whole vampire librarian or something. And I have a brand.”
Fair.
Still, you have this... effect on her.
She could be yelling at a first-year, slamming her phone on the table like a drama queen—and then turn to you and go, “I brought you those sour gummies you like. You better eat them.”
Or she’ll sneak up behind you, snatch your earbuds out, and whine, “Why don’t you ever text me first, huh?” while grinning like she didn’t just verbally demolish a teacher five minutes ago.
And when people ask what you think of her?
“She’s really sweet,” you say, shrugging, completely deadpan.
Meanwhile Musume is in the background threatening to throw a chair.
You know what would be DEAD crazy? Gender neutral reader x yandere Kuroko, but with the biggest(worst) surprise.
Everything is good; the reader is finally together with her. But she is faced a problem that would likely stir a.. hidden envy in her. And envy that eventually resurfaces for the reader to see.
The problem? Could be anything, to be honest. Well, almost anything. Something that would trigger Kuroko's envy, competitive nature, her uglier traits.
Like the reader hanging out with someone she particularly dislikes*Ahem* Megami *Ahem*. Or maybe the reader getting approached by someone who seems like they could actually be a threat to Kuroko in terms of charming her beloved. Or perhaps something of your own if you have other ideas. Anything Is fine. But I think it would be interested to see how she shows that envy/jealousy towards the reader, and how she would act when she finally decides to do something permanent about it.
Thank you and take care.
Wanna know what's even MORE crazy?/jk That I'm back and wrote over 10 requests in less than 5 hours!
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Kuroko Kamenaga x GN!Reader | Yandere, Jealousy, Obsession
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Everything was perfect.
She had you.
You were hers—sharp, diligent, disciplined. Her equal in academics, someone who understood her, respected her, stood beside her in the quiet, competitive void she once occupied alone.
And Kuroko was at peace... until Megami Saikou entered the picture.
You weren’t doing anything wrong—of course not. But Kuroko saw how Megami smiled at you during committee meetings. How she offered to walk with you. How your voice softened just a bit when you talked to her.
Worse, she saw you smile back.
Polite, friendly—yes. But Kuroko saw what others missed. She heard the change in your tone. She felt the shift in your attention. It didn’t matter if you weren’t doing it on purpose. What mattered was: you were slipping away.
You started mentioning her in passing.
“She’s actually kind of nice.”
“She gave me advice on my project.”
“She’s... not as bad as everyone says.”
Every word was a dagger. Every compliment was a challenge.
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Kuroko didn't snap right away. No.
She watched.
Planned.
Smiled.
But her notebook, once filled with study notes and love letters, became something else entirely. Lists. Schedules. Contingencies.
Then one day, she kissed your cheek while studying together and whispered, “Have you told Megami you’re mine?”
You laughed softly. “You’re the only one I want, Kuroko. She’s just a classmate.”
But that wasn’t good enough.
She needed more than words.
She needed proof.
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That night, Megami didn’t show up to class prep the next morning. Or the next. She was absent. No explanation. No warning.
You asked around. Kuroko watched the worry twist in your eyes like a storm.
“It’s strange,” you murmured. “I hope she’s alright.”
That envy inside her turned to fire.
You still cared?
You still thought of her?
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Kuroko said with a calm smile, slipping her hand into yours. “She won’t be bothering us anymore.”
Your breath hitched. Something about her tone—so final, so cold—made your stomach turn.
You looked at her, really looked.
And she looked back like nothing was wrong. Like everything was exactly how it should be.
Because it was.
To her, you were back where you belonged.
Right next to her.
With no distractions.
“You're mine. And no one else will ever get the chance to change that again.”
Kuroko x reader – who is her type? It was said by weirdodev that she would be interested only in someone who is as dedicated to studying as she is. And they are. But they're also similar in personality. I was thinking of a male in my head, but I’m not sure if you write x male reader. Do whatever you want, though.
I feel like that's likely the only type of person she would canonically go for... and also other similar types to that, maybe. They are a bit traditional (regardless of what country they come from) in the sense that they stick to old values and wouldn't act the way you would expect in this generation. They're very emotionally mature, are set on their education, but they're also devoted and determined to strengthen their relationship with Kuroko.
They do not interest themselves in unnecessary things that deviate from their goals, are always seen studying or taking notes, and, most importantly, they’re very well-mannered; a gentleman, especially toward her. I think it would work best if the two met when they transferred into the school and ended up in her class.
Kuroko recognizes this opportunity, and develops an interest. The reader seems to catch on, then things lead to another and.. :)
At how many Kuroko fanfics I wrote, I also think she would match with someone similar to her. The whole opposite-attract thing is just not something I'd ser her do 🤷♀️
Anywayyy, back to the fanfic:
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Kuroko Kamenaga x GN!Reader
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When they transferred to Akademi, no one paid them much mind at first. They were polite. Quiet. Focused. The type to bow slightly in greeting, address everyone with honorifics, and never speak out of turn.
Except Kuroko Kamenaga noticed them.
She noticed everything.
From the way they held their pen—steady, purposeful—to the way they never once used their phone in class. Their notes were meticulous. Their posture, perfect.
She watched them. Not just with curiosity, but with admiration. This was rare. A student who didn’t waste their potential. Who didn’t sway with trends or shallow distractions. Someone who matched her pace.
One afternoon, she approached them after class.
“You always take notes in such perfect order,” she said, folding her arms. “Do you use a system?”
They looked up at her, a slight smile on their face. “I study through structure. Routine helps me retain better. I’ve noticed you do the same, Kamenaga-san.”
There was something in their tone—gentle, respectful, but equal. Not flattery. Observation. Understanding.
It intrigued her.
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Their interactions became more frequent. They studied together during breaks, compared strategies before exams, walked home in comfortable silence or light conversation about goals, expectations, the future.
It wasn’t fast, but it was deliberate. Like the two of them were slowly solving a long equation together.
And Kuroko… found herself waiting to see them each day.
They never made a move that felt too sudden. Instead, they let their actions speak:
Holding open doors without fanfare.
Offering her tea during study sessions.
Gently reminding her not to overwork herself.
Praising her intellect with the kind of sincerity that couldn't be faked.
And when she finally allowed herself to let it happen—them, together—it was as if things had simply aligned.
Kuroko didn’t need extravagance. She didn’t need passion that burned too hot or sweet nothings that faded after being spoken.
What she needed was someone who understood discipline, who valued intellect, who looked at her and saw not just beauty, but purpose.
And they gave her exactly that.
Every time they touched her hand gently in passing, or sat beside her, brows furrowed in focus, she realized:
This was her type.
And she would be damned if she let them slip away.
hellos!! if you're still taking reqs, then i'd like an ayano aishi x (insecure) transmasc reader (me irl /hj) fic!! i only ever see x fem reader fics of her :<
if not, headcanons r fine too ^_^
tysm in advance!! feel free to skip over my req too, if you want!
Of course dear! I know it can be frustrating when you find only with fem Reader (it annoys me too-) so you came to the right place! ;D Requests are always welcomed!!
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Ayano Aishi x Transmasc!Reader
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Ayano had never been good at emotions. Not her own, not others’. But when it came to him? She noticed everything.
She noticed the way he hesitated when speaking. The way his hands clenched when someone used the wrong words, the flicker of discomfort that crossed his face when looking at his reflection for too long. He existed in a world that refused to see him the way he truly was, and though he never complained, Ayano could feel it eating away at him.
And Ayano hated that.
No one was allowed to make him feel that way. Not even himself.
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She became hyper-focused on his comfort, more than she had ever cared about her own.
If someone even looked like they might say something out of line, Ayano made sure they never did it again.
She memorized what made him feel good—what names, what compliments, what actions. She’d whisper them to him at the perfect moments, reinforcing everything he should already know about himself.
The mirror? A problem. One she could fix. If he ever hesitated too long, staring, scrutinizing, hating—she would step behind him, wrap her arms around his waist, and murmur, “You don’t have to look if it hurts. I see you just as you are, and I love what I see.”
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When he struggled with dysphoria, Ayano made sure he never struggled alone.
She would gently redirect his thoughts. If his mind whispered cruel things, she would drown them out with her voice, her touch, her love.
If clothing didn’t fit right, if his body felt wrong, she would press a hoodie into his hands, one that smelled like her, and tell him, “Wear this. You look good in my things.”
She reminded him—constantly—that nothing could make her love him any less.
And when he finally let himself lean into her, resting his head on her shoulder, sighing in quiet exhaustion, Ayano knew.
She had won.
Not by force. Not by manipulation. But by loving him the way he deserved to be loved.
And no one—no one—was going to take that from her.
The reader met her when she was younger but didn't know who she really was(likely because they are not from japan, and they were just a kid at the time) so they hung out with her. They were the sweetest, kindest person to her during her childhood; treating her equally, trying their best to help her in whatever way they could, bringing toys or small gifts to her. Unfortunately due to Megami not going to normal schools and the reader not being wealthy, the two lose contact and she forgets about them. Years later, Megami recognises their name on the school's enrollment list and everything comes back to her.
The reader, who is accepted too quick by the headmaster, is immediately faced with.. a Megami infront of them. The reader is still the same kind sweetheart and they recognise Megami. The strangest thing is; Megami follows them around?? She talks to them often?? Sits with them?? Stares at them all the time?? Stands next to them?? Perhaps she does even more when they're alone.
Megami is set on winning their heart.. for good. And she will. She wins every time she tries. And once she succeeds, she would get the life she always wanted but couldn't have.
Megami Saikou x GN!Reader
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The first time Megami met you, she didn’t know what to make of you.
You were a foreigner, a child whose presence in her world was temporary at best. And yet, despite her last name, despite the status that separated her from the rest of the world, you never treated her any differently.
You brought her small gifts—simple things, yet meaningful in a way Megami wasn’t used to. You played with her, always making sure she was included. And, most notably, you never looked at her with fear or reverence. You simply saw her.
For the first time in her young life, Megami felt like just another child. Just Megami.
But all good things must end.
When the time came, you vanished from her world as quickly as you had entered it. Life moved on, responsibilities took precedence, and soon, even your name became a distant echo in her memories.
Until now.
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Megami wasn’t the type to be surprised. But when she saw your name on the enrollment list, she had to read it twice.
It was impossible. You were a fragment of her past, a relic of a time when she was allowed to be something other than the heir to a dynasty. And yet, there it was—your name, clear as day.
She had to see you. Immediately.
Which is why, the moment you stepped into Akademi’s halls, Megami Saikou was already waiting.
You recognized her instantly, despite the years apart. The same silver hair, the same piercing gaze, though now sharper, more refined.
“Megami?”
It was her name, yet hearing it in your voice—spoken with warmth, with familiarity—was something else entirely.
“You remember me,” she stated, voice unreadable.
You smiled, soft and bright, the same way you always did. “Of course I do. How could I forget you?”
Megami, the unshakable, felt something in her chest tighten.
She would not let you slip away this time.
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At first, you thought it was a coincidence.
Megami was the most powerful student at Akademi—of course she had a presence everywhere. It made sense that you’d see her often.
But then…
She was always near you. Not just in passing, but actively seeking you out.
She sat with you at lunch, her piercing gaze locked onto yours while everyone else whispered about why you of all people had her attention.
She walked with you between classes, making sure you had everything you needed.
She never let you out of her sight for long.
And when you were alone? That’s when she became even bolder.
Her hand would brush against yours as you spoke. She’d lean in just a little too close, her breath warm against your ear when she whispered your name. And her gaze—oh, her gaze was relentless. Watching, memorizing, as if she was terrified you’d disappear again.
One night, under the soft glow of the setting sun, she finally spoke what had been lingering between you both.
“I won’t lose you again,” she murmured, voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “You were the only one who ever treated me like a person. I don’t just want to be near you, [Y/N]—I want you.”
She wins every time she tries.
And this time? She’s playing for keeps.
Because with you by her side, Megami could finally have what she was never allowed before—a life of her own.
hello. :) Can i ask for Oka with a.. strange reader?
There's an "aura" coming from them that screams "something is wrong". They seem fine, they might not have obvious features. But there is something off.
Not that the reader is bad, but that the reader isn't a normal(or simply not a) human. There's no proof of it, and the reader always denies it.
So what if they have slightly sharper teeth? Genetics. So what if they appear out of nowhere behind her? They have quiet footsteps. So what if their pupils enlarge so much they fill their entire irises(the coloured part)? And perhaps slightly out of their irises, kind of like a cat. So what if they act a bit animalistic(scratching & biting anything, tilting their head like one, clinging to Oka, literally jumping on the walls)?.. So what if they said they liked the taste of blood just once?
They're still human... and they still love her so much. :)
Oka noticed it immediately. You didn’t look particularly unusual, but the feeling you gave off? That was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t fear—not exactly. More like a gut-deep instinct that whispered, something about them is different.
At first, she thought it was paranoia. Maybe she was just projecting her love for the supernatural onto you. But then…
She sees your pupils dilate way past what should be normal.
She watches you cling to her with an animalistic affection, arms wrapped too tightly, too comfortably.
She hears the way you purr when satisfied, the way you scratch and bite at your surroundings absentmindedly.
And when you offhandedly mention that you like the taste of blood… she has to take a deep breath.
“What are you?” she asks one night, voice quiet but intense.
"I’m human." You tilt your head at her, confused, like the question itself is strange. "I just have some weird habits, that’s all."
She doesn’t believe you. But she wants to.
Oka should be afraid. She should be hesitant. But instead? Instead, she finds herself falling harder. You’re strange, unnerving, everything she’s ever been drawn to.
And if you say you’re human?
Then… she’ll believe you.
Even if the evidence keeps stacking against it.
Even if part of her hopes you’re not.
Because no matter what you are—human, creature, something in between—you love her. And that’s all that really matters.
Oohh! Can i get a yandere Kuroko x gender neutral reader who is just a huge sucker for her?
The reader is STARVED, basically. Like TERRIFYINGLY starved. Starved for touch, love, affection. They become devoted.
They rarely interact with other students besides Kuroko. They are incredibly loyal, and really in love with her(it shows). They're also very affectionate in their own ways, the main one being.. letting her do whatever she wishes with them. The others would just be all 4 love languages.
But if it's about a bit of control with her, how would she even do that? If the key to keep them stuck to her was to fill their starvation, how would she operate? She.. can do whatever she pleases; they confirmed, Right?
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Yandere! Kuroko Kamenaga x Devoted!GN!Reader
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Kuroko notices you fast. How could she not? You orbit around her like a lost soul desperate for something to cling to. She can feel it in every touch you give, every lingering glance, every moment you lean into her presence like it’s the only thing keeping you standing. You need her. And that? That is exactly what she wants.
She doesn’t even have to manipulate you—no grand mind games, no elaborate traps. You give yourself to her willingly. You want her to take. And Kuroko? Oh, she’ll gladly take.
The easiest way to own you is to give. You are starved for love? Then she’ll drown you in it. Soft praises whispered against your ear, arms that hold you just tight enough to remind you that you belong there. A hand running through your hair, slow and steady, reinforcing that she is your everything.
"Anything I want?" she asks one evening, voice lilting with amusement. You nod. You don’t hesitate. That’s the fun part—you don’t even hesitate.
She doesn’t need to punish you or force you into submission—you already submit. So instead, she plays.
You don’t talk to many people anymore? Perfect. She makes it worse. She makes herself so essential to your existence that anyone else becomes unnecessary. Why waste time with people who won’t love you like she does? Who won’t treasure you like she does?
She doesn’t need chains. No cages. No threats. Just her touch, her voice, her love. That’s all it takes to keep you hopelessly, eternally hers.
Hello. Can i request Megami with a gender neutral reader that is absolutely not affected by her? They never interacted before, but when the two did, the reader talked calmly to Megami as if she were equal. As if she were just a student.
They always seem to treat her like an actual human by not getting intimidated, indulged, or persuaded by her. And by just.. not giving a shit about "who she is". I think inside Megami, deep inside her, she would want that. Her inner child especially. And that itself would likely trigger her composure around them, her personal issues. Their treatment draws her in like a hook.
Later on, they finally told her when she asked them, perhaps while dating.
"Statuses dehumanise a person. The higher it is, the worse. They are neither impressive or fearful to me, just a visualisation of how damaged the person is... And you're still a human, regardless of how much effort you put in to show something else. Therefore, I respect the way you present yourself but.. will always love and care for what is underneath: you."
Of course!
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Megami Saikou x GN!Reader – Seen for Who She Is
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Megami had never paid you much mind before. You weren’t a threat, nor were you someone desperate to win her favor. That alone made you different from the usual students who either idolized or feared her. But when you did finally speak to her, it was with a calm, level tone—unfazed, unimpressed, completely unaffected by the weight of her name.
She had been expecting deference, maybe hesitation, but there was none. You simply… spoke. As if she were no different than any other student. It was unnerving.
Megami tells herself it shouldn’t matter. That it’s just a passing interaction. But something about your presence lingers. You do not seek her approval, nor do you shrink beneath her gaze. You do not flatter, nor do you challenge—you simply exist beside her, treating her with the quiet familiarity of someone who has already decided she is just a person.
She tries to test you. Small things, at first—subtle displays of influence, cold dismissals, calculated pauses meant to make others wait on her words. But you never waver. You respond the same way each time, as if none of it matters. And for the first time in a long time, Megami finds herself off balance.
The question comes one evening, when she can no longer hold back her curiosity. “Why?” It’s not asked with arrogance or hostility—just quiet, genuine confusion. “Why do you treat me like this? Like I’m… not who I am?”
"Statuses dehumanize a person. The higher it is, the worse. They are neither impressive nor fearful to me, just a visualization of how damaged the person is... And you're still a human, regardless of how much effort you put in to show something else. Therefore, I respect the way you present yourself but... will always love and care for what is underneath: you."
She doesn’t respond immediately. She can’t. The words hit something deep, something buried beneath years of expectations and burdens she never asked for. You see her—not as Megami Saikou, not as the heir to a dynasty, not as a force to be obeyed, but as a person. And for the first time in a long time, she doesn’t know whether to fight that feeling or fall into it.
From that moment on, you are no longer just another student in her eyes. You are something irreplaceable. The only one who treats her as real. And that? That is something she can never let go of.
Hey. Do you mind writing about Akane and a gender neutral reader that has a habit of biting and scratching? Or just a habit in general that could fit what her true nature would likely be interested in, either to receive or give without it going too far?
I genuinely don't know how to explain it, and the only thing that came in was a habit. The reader doesn't do it in public of course, only in private. They likely have sharper canines and a hard grip for them to be able to do it for that long(if we go with the first suggestion).
They tell Akane about it one day but dont do anything more, even if the topic does interest her for her own reasons. And I mean it interests her a lot.
To the point where.. what if she could use that to her advantage? Turn it as a form of affection? Both? It doesn't seem fair to her for such opportunity to be left, now. And her dear is too cute to not be loved! Idk, I feel like she would pull off some shit like that.
Akane Toriyasu x GN! Reader.
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It starts as a casual conversation, an offhand comment made in private. You mention your habit of biting and scratching—not in a painful way, but enough to leave fleeting marks, enough to feel the pressure of skin against skin. You’re careful with your words, not wanting to alarm her, but instead of reacting with surprise or concern… Akane leans in. Interested.
She hums, tilting her head slightly, watching you with something unreadable in her eyes. “Oh? That’s… fascinating.” You don’t think much of it at first. You assume she’ll brush past it like most would, but instead, she latches onto it. Like it’s something important. Like it’s something useful.
It doesn’t take long before Akane starts nudging you towards it. She never outright asks, but she invites. A casual brush of her hand, a quiet “You’re holding back, aren’t you?” when she sees the tension in your grip. She makes it easy for you, makes it seem natural—because why wouldn’t you indulge in something that feels right?
“I don’t mind,” she tells you one evening, voice barely above a whisper. “If it’s with you… I’d actually like it.” Her words are warm, gentle even, but beneath them is something far more calculated. She knows what she’s doing. She knows exactly how to make this a part of you both.
The first time Akane turns it back on you, she does it deliberately. A sharp graze of her teeth against your shoulder, a slow scratch down your arm—mimicking, testing, claiming. She watches your reaction, eyes gleaming with satisfaction when you shiver, when you accept it.
She is careful. Always careful. This is a game of patience, a slow and steady descent into something that feels mutual but is, at its core, hers to control. She never forces, never demands—she simply guides, making you believe it was always your idea.
Akane sees opportunity in everything, and you? You’re just so adorable. So easy to adore. Why would she ever let something like this go to waste?
Hello! I saw the requests I sent being answered and I just wanna say that I hope you feel better and more motivated soon. You can take your time, absolutely fine. :)
Im wondering for a different character this time(though I would still go back to my fav anyway), and Im asking.. who? How about Aoi?
Aoi with a female reader that is the opposite of her in terms of personality; friendly, kind, calmer. Or is she?
The reader is always kinder, calmer, and friendlier than her. Aoi can see that, its obvious. The reader isn't at all scared of her, but also isn't pushy or rude about it. Aoi falls in love with her and they start dating but.. you know Aoi's secret in the game about her violent nature to solve problems? Overall huge anger issues? I doubt Aoi wouldn't be.. less than best sometimes, who knows.
What if they bound to show up in the relationship? It would show up eventually. Its basically about a relationship going to the downfall stage of showing one's true colors. Aoi is seen for hers, and despite whatever, the reader still sticks to her and stays whilst pushing her to fix her problem. But what if the trigger to her reacting much worse than usual was the reader herself? What if the reader becomes so exhausted yet still stays and bothers to care, but seems to be responding less after a long while? Then it leaves Aoi with the choice of either continuing like this and purposely hurting the reader, or confronting her issues and realising just how much.. of at fault she was. And the choice? Would be chosen by you, if you wish.
Thanks! I really appreciate your patience and just know that even though I take a while to respond, I always love taking in the requests you guys give me! :D
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Aoi Ryugoku x Opposite!Fem Reader – The Breaking Point
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At first, Aoi finds your presence strange. You are the complete opposite of her—gentle, patient, and warm, yet you never seem weak. You do not fear her like others do, nor do you try to force yourself into her life. It is simply natural. She watches as you treat everyone with kindness, never flinching at her stern demeanor, never pushing beyond what is welcome. It is intriguing. It is comforting. It is dangerous.
When you begin dating, it feels steady. You balance her. While Aoi remains composed, you bring a quiet warmth that soothes the edges of her cold nature. You accept her without question, without fear. Even in moments where her temper rises, you manage to calm her, often with nothing more than a look or a gentle touch. She does not understand how you do it, but she holds onto you because she needs to.
But Aoi is not an easy person. Her control, while impressive, is fragile. And when it breaks—it shatters. It starts with small things. A tense jaw. A sharp word. A dismissal that was not meant to hurt, yet does. She sees how you pause, how you reconsider your words before speaking next. She hates that. She hates that she is making you do that. But she does not stop.
It is not anyone else this time. It is not injustice, nor cruelty, nor meaningless disorder. It is you. You, who have always been there. You, who never left. You, who—slowly, so slowly—begin to seem tired. Your patience is not endless, your warmth is not indestructible. And now, you hesitate. You hesitate before reaching for her. You hesitate before speaking. You hesitate before smiling.
The first time she really lashes out, she sees the way you flinch—not out of fear, but out of pain. And she knows. She knows.
Aoi is not an idiot. She understands exactly what is happening. She is breaking you down, piece by piece, the same way she has broken others before. The easiest path would be to let it continue—to allow herself to be the person she has always been. But then there is you. You, who stays, even when you should not. You, who still looks at her like she is someone worth saving.
And that is the worst part.
Because you should not have to save her.
So, what does she do?
(Ending One)
Aoi refuses to change. She is who she is, and if you are hurt by it, then that is simply the way things must be. If you leave, she will not stop you. If you stay, she will take and take until there is nothing left of you. She will regret it, but regret does not change reality.
(Ending Two)
Aoi stops. She breathes. She looks at you, at who you have become because of her, and she hates herself for it. And so, for the first time in her life, she does something difficult. She faces herself. She does not promise to be perfect, but she promises to try. She cannot afford to lose you. Not like this.
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The end <3
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Uff, i couldn't decide on which ending so I wrote them both lol. Hope you like it!
May I request Aoi ryugoku x a fem reader that has a personality like ichigo from Tokyo mew mew? If you dont know it here it is (sweet, kind, and compassionate personality, but she can also be hot-headed and wears her emotions on her sleeve. Confident, Loves to help, Terrified of ghosts, chatty, upbeat, and friendly.) I feel like Aoi would notice you at first from helping people out a lot, and showing that your no threat. Despite the fact you can be really flustered around her sometimes (even when you guys are later dating, ), your upbeat and high energy nature and ability to help people out is why aoi noticed you at first.
You helped her out and that's how you guys got to know eachother more, you promised to report anything weird or of that such when you saw something, and always say hello to her in the hallways,
I want the story to take place while they're dating, maybe it's like reader still getting flustered over aoi complimenting her, or cuddles which would be nice,
Of course! Requests are always welcomed, even if I sometimes take a while to respond! :)
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Aoi Ryugoku x Sweet & Fiery!Reader Headcanons
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Aoi finds it adorable that you still get flustered when she compliments you, even though you’ve been dating for a while. She’ll casually call you cute, and suddenly you’re fumbling over your words, face burning. She doesn’t tease you about it—she just smiles, amused by how genuinely sweet you are.
Despite all your energy and confidence, Aoi has discovered your one true weakness: cuddles. The moment she pulls you into an embrace, your usual chatty nature short-circuits. You melt into her arms, hiding your face in her shoulder. If she whispers anything soft—“You’re warm.” “I love you.”—game over. You’re a mess.
You admire Aoi’s strength and discipline, but she secretly thinks you’re the stronger one. You’re not physically intimidating, but your ability to stand up for what’s right and protect others—despite being terrified of ghosts—makes her respect you deeply.
Aoi isn’t used to someone treating her like a normal girl, rather than just a strict enforcer. But you always wave at her in the hallway, ask how her day is, and make sure she’s not overworking herself. It catches her off guard at first, but she quickly grows to appreciate how much you care.
She first noticed you because of how much you help others, and that’s something she adores about you. Sometimes, she’ll even quietly assist you—maybe carrying supplies for an event you’re organizing, or subtly stepping in when someone’s giving you a hard time. She acts like it’s nothing, but you know better.
You’re expressive, chatty, and high-energy. Aoi is composed, quiet, and watchful. Somehow, it works. Your warmth softens her, while her steadiness grounds you when you get too caught up in your emotions.
Scared of Ghosts? Too Bad. – Aoi is so confused by your fear of ghosts. Like, you’re brave in so many ways, but the moment something even remotely spooky happens? You’re clinging to her arm like your life depends on it. She doesn’t tease you (much), but she does find it oddly cute.
Aoi isn’t big on PDA, but in private, she’ll hold your hand while studying together or gently brush a strand of hair from your face. She doesn’t always say how much she loves you in words, but you feel it in the way she treats you—with quiet, unwavering care.
Every morning, you greet her with an enthusiastic “Good morning, Aoi!” in the hallway. The first time you did it, she was stunned—no one ever did that before. Now, she secretly looks forward to it, even if she only nods in response.
