in which you’re popular with all the guys, just about having everyone at your feet—everyone but chifuyu…
❀ pairing: chifuyu x reader (she/her prns)
❀ genre: fluff
❀ wc: 1.1k
❀ notes: requested by anon, i hope u like this and i’m very sorry for the delay >.< !! btw fuyu is over 18 here <3
“there she is. it’s (y/n).” baji murmurs near chifuyu’s ear. brows perking up at the mention of your name, his lips part for a second. his face wanders around before he ducks down again. “didn’t ask,” he shortly mutters.
chifuyu tries his best not to stare you up and down while you make your way across the street, politely waving at other men, strolling down the path.
smoothing down your shirt and flashing him a beaming smile, you wave. baji waves back, of course, like he always does. however, chifuyu just simply gives a curt nod. hands in his pockets and dark curly bangs falling over his face, chifuyu stands perfectly still, lips pressed into a thin line.
“hi fuyu,” the smile doesn’t leave your face when you look back at chifuyu, admiring the way his perfectly shaped jawline and nose stand out in the light.
“hey…” he blinks before waving a little with his fingers—and you have to stop yourself from letting out an inhuman squeal. everything he does so cute. does he know how cute he is? is he doing this to me on purpose??
you let out several deep breathes, placing a hand on your chest to slow your beating heart. fists clenched by your sides and stomach full of butterflies, you slowly turn back to chifuyu with a bright smile. he peers at you in slight confusion, eyebrow raised and a tiny frown on his face.
baji seems to notice the thick unapproachable silence that settles in the air. he squints his eyes, a mischievous cat-like smirk appearing on his face. “sorry, chifuyu. i gotta go home, my mom needs help with…the dishes. bye bye!”
the raven haired man blinks in suspicion, mouth twitching. “since when do you do the dishes?”
“…since now!” baji flashes his signature grin and scurries away, leaving the two of you alone. silence hangs in the air as a few cars pass by, wind blowing against your bodies.
“so,” you nervously play with your fingers. chifuyu sighs, glancing at you. he fiddles with a piece of his bangs, curling the strands with his index and middle. truth be told, he can’t even make eye contact with you right now.
the easy smile on your face, the way your eyes flit to meet his, the way you blink back in understanding as if you’re actually interested in what he has to say.
sometimes he thinks he’s floating on cotton candy clouds when you look at him like that.
but then he remembers—other guys get that same look from you.
“are you free tomorrow?” you suddenly ask, tilting your chin higher to meet his face. you have no fucking clue where the sudden courage to bring up the question came from, but there’s no turning back now. feeling the gaping hole expand in your stomach, you gulp.
chifuyu’s lips part in a startled astonishment. he clears his throat, licking his lips. “yeah…what for?”
you bite the inside of your cheek. letting out a short breath, you stare back in persistence. “wanna go out with me?”
his mind stutters for a moment, head not fully grasping what you said. “like w-what? like a…like a date?!” he gasps.
you eagerly nod, shooting him another smile. “yes! please go out with me, fuyu!” bowing forward like a school girl asking out her crush, (which quite frankly, is exactly what’s happening), you squeeze your eyes shut.
“no thanks,” he deadpans.
your eyes snap open as you stand back up. tilting your head in confusion, you raise an eyebrow. “why not?” there’s a slight pout in your tone.
chifuyu gulps. “you want to go on a date with me? i’m sure you have plenty of other boyfriends waiting for you.”
your nose scrunches up at his words. face going still, you move closer to chifuyu—so close that the fragrance of his cologne and faint vanilla melts in your nose. chifuyu’s eyes widen with alarm, cheeks burning up as he grabs your arm. you’re so close. “too close.” he squeaks.
drawing closer to his body so that your chest is pushed up against his, your lips faintly ghost his ear. “you won’t go out with me…am i not pretty enough? is it that? about the boyfriends you assume i have…do you think i’m a whore, chifuyu?”
goosebumps rise on the back of his neck when he feels your hand slither up his chest. you almost never use his real name. it’s always that stupid (cute, he thinks) nickname, fuyu. the nickname only you’re allowed to call him.
“n-no! it’s not that!” he grits his teeth, panic shooting through his bones. shit, he didn’t mean to offend you. “i didn’t mean that. it’s just—why me?”
you move your head back. “huh? well, why not you?”
chifuyu bites his lip, an urge to sprint away takes over his mind. “i…” he wants to say so much—so much he feels he’ll never be able to explain properly. like the moment he opens his mouth, he’ll simply feel a stone lodged in his throat and forget the words.
and that’s exactly what happens.
“never mind,” you slowly say. “forget i said anything. sorry for the bother, chifuyu.” you start to mope away, an evident slouch in your posture. your feet feel heavy with each step you take.
shit, he thinks. i fucked up.
no shoujo manga could ever prepare him for this.
truth is, chifuyu has always had eyes on you. since the day you first walked past him, a handful of guys trailing behind you. in the beginning, he thought he actually had a chance.
‘i’m a fool’ is the first thought that popped into his head when he overheard some guys mumbling about how cute you were.
how could he compete with them?
but watching you walk away, walking away because of him—is something he never wants to see again.
“wait!” arm involuntarily shooting out to grab your hand, he pulls you back. your body presses against his chest.
“don’t call me chifuyu,” he murmurs, brows furrowed. if you didn’t do a double take, you would’ve thought he looked furious. “but that’s your name?” you question, arms crossed over your chest.
he shakes his head. “only you get to call me fuyu.”
completely dumbfounded, you stare back. you’re speechless. “what does that mean, fuyu?” a smile creeps onto your face. he doesn’t let go of your hand—instead, he holds on tighter. a romance like a manga, huh?
ignoring all the silent alarms going off in his chest, chifuyu swiftly moves forward, pressing a kiss on your cheek. his hair tickles the side of your head, stirring a giggle to leave your lips.
he pulls back, cheeks flushed red. “it means i’ll go out with you. please, let me go out with you.”
ft ;; mikey, chifuyu, mitsuya, takemichi, baji, draken x gn!reader
genre ;; fluff, crack
wc ;; 1.4k
warnings ;; suggestive themes (?) and slight cursing
notes ;; if you saw me post this before no you didn’t it just wasn’t showing up in tags okay 😔 all characters are aged up !!
:3 MIKEY — pretends he doesn’t care. he’s got you pressed up against his chest, fingers looped through your belt holes, tugging your hips forward, while his ass sits comfortably against the tiny closet wall. “mikey we should probably…” you manage to whisper out before his finger shushes your words. “aye. no. quiet now.” he smoothly mumbles and presses his lips back onto yours. you kiss back in confusion, butterflies shooting up your stomach when you feel mikey’s hand glide down your spine.
“WHAT THE FUCK ?? mikey, man, PLEASE lock the door, holy shit…” draken exclaims in regret, slamming the closet door back shut. mikey looks away for a second, face registering what just happened. he gazes up at your shocked expression. a faint cheeky grin starts to appear on his mouth. “oh 😮 hehe.”
“what do you mean, oh HEHE?!” you sputter out, eyes wide with surprise. “what if he tells the others?!”
mikey shrugs it off like it’s no big deal. once again he pulls you closer, hot breath fanning against your neck. “if he tells anyone, i’ll just make him do my hair every morning.”
“is that your idea of being sexy right now.” you deadpan.
:3 CHIFUYU — is just so eager to touch you. he’s spent the whole day being teased by your innocent cheek pecks and head pats. he can’t resist anymore. as soon as everyone is gone from the room, his arms seem to move of their own. leaping onto your body, he presses his lips onto yours. “you’re eager,” you manage to murmur between gasps of air. pulling back for a split second, he takes in a breath. rubbing the tip of his nose against your neck, he smirks. “you’re cute.” is all he remarks, thumb gently squishing your cheek before he melts back onto your lips. there is it. that feeling of hunger. chifuyu is good at playing cute when he needs something. all you can feel is his breath fanning against your mouth, your fingers tangling in his fluffy locks; a small whimper escaping his mouth when you tug the back of his hair.
“AYY guys, look at chifuyu! he’s got balls!” baji growls a big laughter from the corner of the room. chifuyu immediately stops kissing you; it’s as if his mouth is sinfully detaching from yours. he scrambles to move away, the both of you out of breath with tender swollen lips.
hours later, he’s still not over it. he cannot fathom that his baji-san caught him in such an intimate act 😒 “fuyu, you okay?” brushing away his bangs and placing a hand on his forehead, you check his temperature. “yes, why wouldn’t i be?” he raises a brow in hesitation.
“your face has been beet red for the past few hours.”
:3 MITSUYA — only seems as if he’s prepared. he’s really not. mumbles of confusion and “where are we going?” tumble out your mouth but mitsuya is quick to shut you up with a kiss. “shh i’ve got it all figured out.” with an arm wrapped around your waist, he pulls you closer, shutting the door. as soon as you’re left in quiet, his hands settle on your hips. eyes raking up and down, admiring your figure, he pulls you in for another kiss. all is well while you’re eating each other’s faces like two horny teenagers. all is well until someone busts open the door without knocking.
mitsuya still hasn’t registered the fact that he has to stop kissing you, until you push him away. his mouth instinctively follows yours, aching for more. it’s only when he’s realized that he’s been caught making out with you, that his face goes pink. simply starts coughing. yup. coughing it out boy 🧏
“mitsuya, is there something wrong with your throat?”—“no, why?”—“you won’t stop randomly coughing and scratching your neck so maybe i need to take you to a doctor…?”
nah, he’s fine. he just remembers his desperate lips moving with yours, his body pressed up against your figure, every time he looks at you. lol cute.
:3 TAKEMICHI — really thought his plan was going to work when he politely asked to stuff you in the back of his car and drive somewhere secluded.
“michi, why am in your car trunk again—”
“sHHSHH!!” his wary eyes suspiciously glance at the rear view mirror, face in deep concentration. “i’m taking us someplace where the other gang members won’t find us. y’know, how they’re always with me somehow? it’s like i’m seeing mikey everywhere.” he shivers, goosebumps appearing on his arms. a blank expression takes over your face. “i think you’re the one who can’t stay away from the gang.” you deadpan. he ignores it, of course.
“here! here is perfect!” he exclaims, dragging you with him. as soon as you’re facing each other, sudden realization goes to his head. he tenses up. “can i…” looking down, his cheeks redden. you raise a brow. “kiss me? please kiss me takemichi.” you look up with puppy dog eyes—and he swears he has to stop himself from squealing out from happiness like a little girl. before he can feel himself fainting, he presses his lips onto yours.
right when he’s about to unravel into the mess he’s become, arms around your waist while your fingers rake through his hair, you can sense lights being flashed your way. and that’s when the both of you realize you’ve been caught. takemichi has the option of walking out with your arm on his, a cocky grin on his face or fainting right on the spot. he of course faints right on the spot. (either from being caught MAKING OUT with someone or just simply because he is still a virgin T-T)
:3 BAJI — acts like he’s got himself together. until he doesn’t. “what if someone catches us?” baji quirks his lips at the sight of your furrowed brows. he brings a hand up, using his thumb to sooth your worry lines. “no one.” kiss. “will fucking.” another kiss. “catch us.” one last kiss for good luck. and then he’s off. hand clasped in yours, he drags you to a room. a glint of his fangs pop out when he grins, winking at your flushed face.
and then his lips are suddenly on yours—kissing over and over again, wanting and needing. desiring. his mouth begins moving lower and lower until they’re at your neck, using the tip of his nose to nudge your jaw out of the way. “god, you’re so fucking perf—”
“eek! sorry! i didn’t see shit!” kazutora yelps from not too far, immediately covering his eyes and doing a 180 out of the room. who knew tora could make such a noise? baji blinks a few times, smacking his lips. he laughs it off. “ahahaha. haha. y’know these things happen? haha. so ridiculous. ha.”
“babe, you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself.” a big frown appears on his face, cheeks reddening. “noimnotwhywouldyousaythat ☹️”
:3 DRAKEN — pretends he does not see 👍 if he doesn’t look the person who caught you two in the eye, then they simply do not exist. it all began when you dragged him into a room (he’s confused, but he just accepts it with no resistance at this point). it’s not until you climb onto his lap and kiss his jaw that he fully understands what’s about to happen. he smirks, hands settling on your hips. “couldn’t wait till we got home, could ya?”
pressing your lips onto his, you smile into the kiss. everything’s going well until you hear someone click open the door. regret fills your stomach when you realize you’re the one who forgot to lock it. mikey, who still hasn’t closed the door he opened, stares back with a nonchalant expression on his face.
you quickly scramble to shove draken’s hood over his head, wrapping both arms around his neck so that he can’t open his eyes. a confused startle leaves his lips. “ay, what’s going on?! y/n?!”
“don’t look!” you squeal. glancing back at mikey, you shake your head. “draken says if you pretend something isn’t there, it’s not real! so don’t look!”
draken mutters groans out loud. “what the—y/n, i only said that applies when it comes to mikey!”
you slump back down, arms releasing draken’s neck so he can pull down the hood and open his eyes. you form an “oh 😮” with your mouth, meanwhile draken pinches the space between his forehead. “are you mad at me?” you look up with slight worry, biting your lip. he gulps, throat feeling dry.
“no…actually…that was cute.” he kisses your cheek. “fuck.” he frowns. “you’re so cute.”
A/N: IF THIS DOESN’T SHOW UP IN TAGS I’LL COMMIT MASS MURFER OBSISHS 😡!?!$?
A cheeky smile pressed against his lips. His eyes looked over you with a certain desire you couldn't quite place your finger on. It was far from lust, but there was certainly longing in his gaze. It sent a warming shudder through your bones.
"I just wanted to stop by. Am I not allowed to visit you?"
You deadpanned at the clock above the kitchen. It's ticking hands signaling the same time you reported to him earlier. On top of the strange intrusion, gentle raindrops smeared his large coat and trickled onto the tile.
"So what I'm hearing is that you want me to leave," he huffed, a small pout taking shape in replacement of that mischievous grin. Kazutora shifted on his feet, glancing solemnly towards the backdoor he had just appeared from.
Finally, you let out a soft sigh, letting his bothersome ways of affection reign over your coveted evening.
"Fine, get your ass on the kitchen counter I gotta dry you first."
That elated smile from before re-emerged and like a stray cat, he hopped onto the kitchen counter—arms stabilizing himself by propping themselves in between his legs.
"You're annoying, you know that?" you laughed, digging through a closet nearby to search for a loose towel somewhere. Your search was rewarded with the fluffy white fabric.
"I know." A deep chuckle that had your stomach knotting escaped his throat and you watched him untie his long hair from the bun atop his head.
Water droplets that spun like teardrops splattered onto the marble countertop and you sighed, flopping the towel onto his black and amber hair.
Kazutora remained quiet as you dried him up like an abandoned dog. The rain pittered against the window panes and played a soft symphony that tempted to lull you to sleep.
You yawned, the noise alerting Kazutora from underneath the fabric on his head. "Did I wake you up?"
A short laugh interrupted your sleepy demeanor and you fluffed up his hair underneath the towel as if to comfort him.
"I was laying in bed if that counts. It is a little alarming when you hear your kitchen's backdoor open this late at night."
"Sorry," he said quietly, a sad smile in his voice, "I just wanted to see you. It's just one of those nights, you know?"
"I know."
Resting the towel on his shoulders, you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. For a second, the man didn't seem to register your display of affection. But the moment he did, he kissed back with a sort of tenderness that didn't seem to express all the thoughts in his mind nor his heart.
His lips tasted like a sweet and sourness that you sought after. Leaning into the kiss, your hands found purchase on the counter before fumbling into the old radio you had propped up earlier that day.
It clicked and in a moment, the delicate symphony of rain danced along with a soulful croon of jazz music. Surprised by the occurrence, you backed up. The two of you turned to stare at the radio now playing an old love song.
"I found it in my old moving boxes today. I didn't realize they played this song still," you admitted, backing away slowly.
Kazutora cleared his throat, a dull blush dusting his pale cheeks. For another moment, he appeared to gather fickle amounts of courage to ask for something. When he had gathered enough, that brilliant grin lit up his expression once again.
"How about a dance?"
"Tora, do you even know how to dance?"
"Nope!" He chuckled, hopping off the counter, letting the towel fall onto the counter next to the radio. Taking your hand in his, that glowing smile seemed to melt into your own confidence. Resting against his chest, you laughed at his antics once more.
"Alright, but don't blame me if you trip and eat shit."
He huffed, "Then don't blame me if you fall asleep from sleep deprivation."
Hey everyone. I don’t like asking for help and I don’t put a whole lot of personal info out into the world for various reasons. But right now I’m in a bad situation and I need some help. I moved in with my older sister and her husband. However as of right now, we are needing to find a new place to stay, because her husband has become very abusive and we need to get out. I just finished working a job in my old city and I’m unsure when I’ll be able to start my new job because of needing a license to do it.
Anything you can do to help is much appreciated. If you are able to donate any amount of money, here is my ko-fi.
Thank you for reading, I hope you all have a good night. Reblogs are much appreciated. 🤍
a/n: hello!! this is a collab project hosted by yours truly, bun! :D thank you to the writers participating in this collab!! i’m excited to read all of your fics :))
first, just a couple notes:
-> this is tokrev only!
-> this is a closed collab event!! future collab events i will make open collab, but for this first one it’s invite only!
-> both sfw and nsfw fics can be posted in this event, i will be tagging them 18+ in the masterlist if it is nsfw
-> there is no required word count!!
-> the deadline for the fics is january 1st, 2022!
Baji is used to walking up and down the cobblestone paths of the cemetery. He occasionally sees some familiar faces that often visit with little trinkets and gifts.
Sometimes they give him updates about life. Other times it’s just a silent visit, filled with nothing but Baji’s own voice. Though he doubts they can ever hear him.
It’s been a while since then; On that Halloween day filled with bloodshed and violence.
Somedays, when he grows tired of waiting atop the stony headstone, he wonders if perhaps there was a different path he might have been able to walk.
Time works in different ways, he’s sure about that. But it’s strange to see the others grow older over time.
When Chifuyu arrives, always carrying a packet of his favorite yakisoba, he greets him with a smile, watching as he opens the packet and prepares exactly half for him.He’s happy to hear about how Kazutora is doing from the new pet store owner.
There are days that Kazutora does come by, but it’s rare. Baji would tell him that he forgives him, if he had the chance. He has a feeling Kazutora is still guilty of the past.
Sometimes, Draken pops by for a visit. The much taller mechanic wields a growing grin and sits down to talk about how everyone in the old Toman is doing now.
Baji enjoys listening to the silly stories filled with weak laughter and fragile hearts. He would like to tell Draken about his own thoughts and banter like they used to when they were kids. Well, when Draken was a kid.
Pah comes by with Peh on occasion as well. Baji wants to ask about his new wife, but can’t seem to bring himself to say anything when the man silently stares at the kanji engraved on the stone.
Mitsuya comes more often than in the past. He’s glad he seems to have followed his own dreams in fashion designing. Baji can’t help but remember the day the purple-haired middle-schooler created the first Toman uniform.
And then there’s you.
He’s always impressed whenever he spots you heading towards his grave. Baji greets you with a broad grin and a saccharine laugh, asking about how you’ve been these days.
Some days you’re excitable, telling him about your new job, or new place.Other days, you’re solemn, resting against his headstone like you used to when he would bring you into his arms.
He really wants to know if you’ve finally moved on from him. But when a tear falls from your pretty cheek, he gets his answer.
Baji is never sure how to wipe the tears from your eyes. He listens when you talk and speaks on deaf ears when you’re silent.
But this time is different.
You lean against the headstone, tears cascading down your face while he sits in front of you. He knows you can’t see him any more, but perhaps you can at least feel the parts of his love he left for you.
“I don’t understand,” you whisper into the wind, “I know I was always second in comparison to Toman. But did you really have to…”
He heard the rest of your sentence cease to exist, getting swallowed into your throat and landing in the pit of your stomach.
You had never been second to him.
“I just… Did I ever make you proud? Did I ever make you truly happy?”
You had. Every single day.
Baji just wished the wind could at least whisper it back to you for him.
a/n: i love this song and just knew i had to write a fic for it :)) thank you @nameless-shrimp for giving me the idea of writing for chifuyu <33 this fic contains a lot of flower language, so if you're like me and don't know the meanings, i made a legend to follow!
the flower legend
genre: slight angst to fluff(??), song fic (kinda)
synopsis: you taught chifuyu how to paint flowers, and ever since the breakup, he's only been able to paint pink camellias.
warnings: i’m like 99.9% sure he’s ooc but whatever lol
yellow sunflowers, red chrysanthemums, white camellias; there was a time when they were a flustering gift he shyly handed to you once the canvas dried.
chifuyu knew nothing about flower language, other than the little pieces he picked up from you. now chifuyu knew more about daisies than he ever yearned to know.
and chifuyu was no artist— he's still not. none of his tulips could compare to the absolute beauty of your forget-me-nots. but you always accepted them with a beaming smile, telling him you loved them. he'd paint you an everlasting meadow if it meant you'd be happy.
he was even more flustered when he saw them hanging on your walls. he didn't think they deserved to be on the wall, but your room grew into a garden; a wide array of his affections.
about a year ago, the flowers withered at the stem. the paint had dried in the tube, and chifuyu's canvas remained blank. he no longer noticed the honeysuckles and white jasmine on his walk to work, but the willows and rosemary. a single pink carnation was left on your doorstep, a promise to never forget you.
and it was a promise he kept well, whether he intended to or not.
chifuyu sighs, laying the paintbrush on the table. another pink camellia.
damn.
chifuyu never wanted to know so many flower names, but now that he does, they've all faded from his mind. only one name springs forward in his mind when he thinks of flowers; yours.
pink camellias are all he's been able to come up with as of late, the dozens of pink petaled canvases strewn across his room a reminder of his dry conscience. he counts the petals like the lovestruck fool.
they love me,
they love me not,
they love me?
...they love me not.
what a stupid game, he thinks.
chifuyu closes his eyes and rests his hand over them. he's tired of staring at bleeding petals, he misses the garden. how pathetic he must be for holding on so desperately.
chifuyu wishes to forget flower language. every blooming bud only reminds him of you. but even spring wilts into summer.
an annoying ring of his alarm throws him back into reality. he rakes a hand through his hair as he moves to turn it off. fuck, he almost forgot he had a shift today.
he grabs his apron from the closet and heads out the door, careful not to step on the scattered paintbrushes on the floor. his room was really a mess.
the walk to work was missing it’s technicolor. faded blue and pinks of tear-shaped petals, rather than the vibrant simplicity he had taken for granted. they littered the sidewalks, accompanied by murky green bushes.
chifuyu resigned to staring at his once white converse, now a dirt brown blended in the creme. he’s walked this path myriad number of times and for a year, there’s been nothing notable. the concrete is still gray; the trees are still sway in the breeze; the flowers still wither without sunlight.
chifuyu’s mind wanders back to you, as it did on most days.
he wonders what you look like now; does the pink still spread to your ears when you blush? did you lose the dimple in your smile? he hopes not.
what he’d give to see you right now…
When I wake up, the dream isn't done
I wanna see your face and know I've made it home.
"chifuyu?"
a familiar voice makes him stop in his tracks. the melodic sound tenses every muscle in his body; he's quick to snap his head up, eyes meeting the vibrant irises he's yearned for ever so fervently.
his heart clenches at the sight of you, looking as ethereal as he remembered. fuck. his heart actually stopped, as did the world around him.
"y-y/n...long time no see, huh?"
"yeah, a year now... how have you been?"
chifuyu stuffs his clammy hand into his pocket. god had heard his silent prayers, apparently. in his own disbelief, chifuyu has trouble registering the words leaving your glossed lips.
"me? i've been...i've been good. you?"
"i've been good too, i started working at the flower shop down the street about a week ago."
"oh, really? that's great, good for you."
"i see you work at the pet shop now."
"wha-- oh yeah! yeah i do, how'd you know?"
"you're carrying your apron, chifuyu." you point at his hand.
chifuyu looks down at his hand and sees the rolled up apron, the paw print logo sitting ever so visibly. agh, he felt like an idiot. he truly understands how takemitchy feels when talking to hinata.
"oh." he replies sheepishly.
you giggle, "glad to see you haven't changed, fuyu."
his heart hammers in his chest; it's been so long since he's heard that nickname. it always sounded charming coming from your lips, he didn't want to be called anything else.
chifuyu's mind races. using his nickname, it has to mean something, right? exes on bad terms don't usually use their old pet names for each other. hell, they wouldn't even talk if they could avoid it.
If nothing is true, what more can I do?
"yeah, i'm the same old chifuyu," he gives you a small smile, caught up in his nervous babbling, "you know, I am still painting flowers...for you."
what is he saying? did that actually come out of his mouth? oh, he could just die right now.
your giggles die down and your eyes go wide, a rosy red blooming on your cheeks. he feels sick. chifuyu scratches the back of his neck, forcing out a nervous chuckle in hopes of clearing the lump in his throat.
"it's stupid, isn't it?" he adds.
"fuyu..."
"i mean lately, it's only been pink camellias...but..." he trails off, eyes darting everywhere but you.
why was he even admitting this to you? he couldn't understand why. it's like when he saw you again, there was no filter in his thoughts. he could barely catch his breath, yet all the oxygen in his lungs was wasted on thoughtless words.
"pink camellias are lovely," you smile, "though lately i've been hung up on blue salvias."
his eyes widen, heart racing faster than an olympic athlete. his green eyes snap to yours, in disbelief of what he heard. this is one of the only times chifuyu was glad to know flower language.
blue salvias, meaning 'i think of you.'
"y-you mean...?" he asks, cheeks dusted pink.
"i miss you too, fuyu."
his heart leaps into his throat, as if threatening to spill all his devotions. hearing those words— god, he could cry. the confession he had been waiting for, it was overwhelming.
I heard everything you said,
I don't wanna lose my head.
a second chance. chifuyu doesn’t think he’s ever felt such relief and gratitude. thank god!
a few seconds of silence pass between you two as chifuyu attempts to collect his thoughts. don’t be weird, don’t fuck this up!
“say…did you want to-“
“MATSUNO! I DON’T PAY YOU TO STAND OUTSIDE AND TALK TO PEOPLE!” a raspy voice calls from the direction of the pet shop.
chifuyu flinches at the sound, turning his head to see his manager glaring at him from the door. shit, he forgot again.
“i’m sorry, takeda-san!” chifuyu bows.
“looks like you gotta go,” you smile at him before turning away, “it was nice seeing you again, chifuyu.”
he watches you begin to walk away, his mind firing off red lights. he can’t let you leave, not again. at least, not without knowing if he can see you again.
“wait, y/n!”
“hey chifuyu…did you know the sakuras are in bloom this season? i’ll be sure to bring you some on tuesday.”
you give him a saccharine grin, sending his heart fluttering. you said tuesday. thank christ. chifuyu is able to regain a bit of his composure, knowing that you feel the same.
rindou with twin braids and pigtails that are too loose and bangs that need a trim and dark under eyes and rubbing at them as you run your fingers through his hair and his back pressing to your chest slowly becoming more and more relaxed against you until his head lolls lax and you realize he’s fallen asleep in the middle of you doing his second braid and and and
