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Can I request ayato sakamaki headcanon having a crush on someone who has a cold personality and doesn't usually give in his narcissistic way of acting?
Sakamaki Ayato w/ a cold crush || Headcanon
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Instead of being intrigued in a "cute" way, your coldness genuinely makes him angry. He views your lack of reaction as a direct challenge to his authority. He will likely get in your face and demand to know why you aren't looking at him.
If you won't give him the attention he wants voluntarily, he’ll try to force it. He’s the type to snatch away whatever you’re holding (a book, a phone, a pen) just to make you acknowledge that he is the "Great Ayato."
He will intentionally do things to annoy you like knocking things off your desk or making loud, rude comments just to get any spark of emotion. To him, a glare or an angry shout is better than being ignored.
He'll see you as a "stubborn toy" that needs to be broken. He'll brag to his brothers about how he's going to make you "cry for him" soon, purely to satisfy his own ego.
will constantly make fun of your coldness, calling you "doll-like" or "boring," yet he won't leave you alone. He’ll use your lack of personality as a reason to claim you as his "property," under the logic that "nobody else would want someone as lifeless as you."
Ayato has zero respect for personal space. If you try to stay icy and distant, he will deliberately invade your bubble leaning over you or blocking your path just to see if he can make you feel uncomfortable or pressured.
If you are good at something, he will try to beat you at it just to rub it in your face. He wants to see that moment where your cold exterior cracks because he "bested" you.
Even if you haven't said a word to him, he’ll declare to everyone, including his brothers that you belong to him. He does this specifically because he knows it would annoy a "cold" person, and he wants to see you react to the embarrassment.
If he sees you sitting quietly or enjoying your own space, he will ruin it. He'll throw something at you or start an argument about nothing just because he can't stand the fact that you are content without acknowledging his "greatness."
Don't expect him to admit he likes you. Even in his head, he frames his crush as: "I'm going to make that ice-doll mine just to show them who's boss." It's a game of power for him, not a romance.
He will sometimes sit alone at night, spinning a basketball slowly in his hands, not even playing just staring at it while thinking about nothing… or everything.
He will randomly start a competition with no one around, like timing how fast he can do something, then get annoyed when he "loses" to his own expectations.
Ayato will interrupt Reiji on purpose, especially when Reiji is being serious
He will sometimes keep things that don't look important (like random objects or small items), but never explain why.
He sometimes fall asleep in places he definitely wouldn't admit to, like on a couch or leaning against a wall, then wake up irritated that it happened.
I had a feeling that he will force Yui to sit and watch him play basketball, even if she clearly doesn't understand or care.
He will challenge himself to small competitions for no reason, like: "How fast can I stack these cups?"
ALSO , i'm pretty sure that he will sometimes pretend to faint dramatically just to see if anyone notices, then sit up immediately and look offended when they do 😭
He practice his “cool vampire stare” in mirrors for hours
He will try to sneak up on someone and trip over literally nothing then blame gravity.
And then sigh at absolutely nothing and expect everyone to take it seriously.
He will turn a simple game, like rock-paper-scissors, into an epic battle, complete with commentary, gestures, and insults.
He play small pranks on Laito, like switching his drink or messing with his hair.
He once randomly barge into Shu's room with no reason, look around, then go
"Tch… boring."
…and leave.
Turn a simple game, like rock-paper-scissors, into an epic battle, complete with commentary, gestures, and insults.
PLSPLSPLS HEADCANON OF MUKAMI KOU'S BULLIED FROM THE PAST BECOME THE SACRIFICE BRIDE!!! (like how would they treat her since she is the bully from the past, not a main bully , she never did anything just laughed at him when he get bullied) also i wanted his brother headcanon about this too)
Mukami brothers react to the sacrifice bride being Kou's bully from the past (Headcanon)
🌻// I wanted to drop a quick note here before you dive into the headcanon to talk about a stylistic choice I’ve made for this piece. For the sacrifice bride, you’ll notice that I’ve opted to use "you" (second-person pronouns) throughout the narrative rather than the traditional "s/o" or "Y/N" placeholders.I know everyone has their preferences when it comes to reader-insert formats, but I personally find that using "you" allows for a much more seamless and immersive flow. To me, "s/o" can sometimes feel a bit like a speed bump in the middle of a sentence, whereas "you" pulls you directly into the bride's shoes, making the stakes and the atmosphere feel that much more intimate and urgent.
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Mukami Ruki
Ruki would sense the massive shift in Kou's energy immediately. He doesn't know the specifics of your connection yet, but he reads it instantly: you are a deep wound.
Ruki will not allow this to break his household's delicate dynamic. He will take you aside, away from Kou, to extract the truth with ice-cold precision. He wants every detail. Why did you laugh? Who were you with? How did you see him?
Once he knows, his treatment of you becomes purely utilitarian. You are no longer just a source of Eve's blood; you are a psychological weapon he can use to control or test Kou.
He will treat you with an air of superior disgust. He will deliberately place you in situations where you must rely on the very person you mocked, just to see the power dynamic shift.
He will control every interaction you have with Kou, not for your sake, but to prevent Kou from doing something "messy" and breaking a rule. He will become incredibly strict about your movements, essentially making you a prisoner within a cell.
Ruki’s specialty. He will make you feel like your very existence is a burden and an embarrassment to his family. Every time Kou is upset, Ruki will blame you, saying your arrival is the source of all their current friction. He will make you feel like the worst type of trash.
He will crush that independence by demonstrating his total power over your life. He might, for example, deliberately break a rule in your presence just to show that your moral standing doesn't matter; his reality is the only one that counts.
He doesn't bite for pleasure; he bites to weaken you. He'll drain you until you can't stand, just to watch you crawl on the floor like he thinks you deserve.
He'll lock you in a dark room for days "to reflect" if you show even a spark of independence. He needs you broken and silent.
Mukami Kou
For Kou, you are the ultimate test of his "give and take" worldview. You gave him laughter (and therefore, pain and humiliation), so now he must take everything from you.
When he first sees you, his expression is terrifying a dead, blank idol smile that is colder than any glare. Then, it turns into a predatory grin. "Ah... my little butterfly. I remember you. You used to have such a loud laugh."
He will treat your presence as a game of torture. He will use your past to justify every sadistic impulse. "You liked watching me suffer, didn't you? Let's see if your laugh sounds the same when you are on the floor."
Kou will constantly use his "Evil Eye" on you. He doesn't even need to ask. He can feel your heartbeat, read your fear, and sense your shame. He will use this to find the exact thing you are most ashamed of from your past and weaponize it.
If he catches you lying about how you felt back then, he will punish you with a deep bite and leave a mark.
If he finds you doing something nice or being independent, it triggers him. He might destroy something you made or deliberately make you beg for something simple. "You think you're better than us now? Then why are you asking me to feed you?"
He is the most physically abusive because he wants "payback." He'll strike your face or pull your hair specifically because you used those eyes to mock him and that mouth to laugh.
One second he's "playfully" hugging you, the next he's choking you against a wall because his Magic Eye saw a "haughty" thought in your head.
He’ll drink from you until you pass out, then wake you up with a slap just to do it again. "You liked watching me bleed? Now it’s your turn."
If you try to do anything for yourself, he’ll sabotage it or break your belongings. He wants you to have nothing but him so you can never feel "better" than him again.
He'll beat you himself, then tell you he’s "saving" you from what Yuma would do to you. It's a sick cycle of pain and fake comfort.
Mukami Yuma
Yuma is a protector. When he sees Kou’s reaction, his immediate focus is on protecting his brother. He doesn't care about the specifics; he knows you are a threat to Kou's peace of mind, and that is enough for him.
When he finally learns why Kou is reacting this way, Yuma’s reaction is straightforward, raw fury. Unlike Ruki or Kou, who work in nuances, Yuma would physically corner you. He’d grab you by the throat or throw you against a wall.
His treatment would be aggressive and primal. He would use his immense strength to physically dominate and intimidate you.
He might make you do menial, degrading tasks in the garden, just to remind you of who has the power.
He might overstep boundaries to "protect" you from your own stupidity. If he thinks you are about to do something that might upset Kou, he will lock you in your room. His "protection" is about control and prevention.
He'll force you into back-breaking labor in the sun without water. If you collapse, he'll kick you and tell you to quit being "high and mighty."
He bottles his rage toward your past self and then explodes over something tiny like a smudge on a plate resulting in him trashing your room or physically intimidating you into a corner.
He'll make you eat off the floor or stay in the dirt, mocking your "aristocratic" human past while reminding you that you're just a "pig" to them now.
If you show any mental resilience, he sees it as a threat. He'll use physical pain to break your spirit until you're sobbing and begging for his "mercy."
Mukami Azusa
When he first sees Kou's reaction, he immediately mirrors his brother's pain. He understands humiliation; it’s what defined his existence.
He understands humiliation; it’s what defined his existence. He will want to "help" Kou by taking your "pain" away from him.
When he understands the context, he is shocked but also fascinated. He sees you as a monster, but a very valuable one. "You... you can cause such wonderful... pain, Eve..? You...are a... powerful... being."
His treatment of you would be a twisted blend of obsession and torment. He won't try to make you laugh anymore. Instead, he will try to "gift" you the pain that you were once content to just witness.
He will cut you and himself, telling you, "This is what you loved, right? Feel it. Become a part of it."
If you try to be independent, he'll hurt himself and you to force a connection. He'll make sure you're too physically broken to ever think about leaving his side.
He'll corner you with his collection of knives, speaking softly while he carves reminders of your "sin" into your skin.
Summary : Ai thought she was chasing the right person,until rejection forced her to see what had always been in front of her.
🌻// : small author note! i got a little confused writing this,i wasnt sure if i should have the crush go after the one who likes them, or if the main character notices someone else after being rejected. i chose the second, so sorry if it’s not what you expected, and sorry for the rush!(i had 2 assignment tht i havent finish yet TT) Also, sorry for the poor writing! I’m not very good at writing fanfics; to be honest, the only thing I’m actually good at is headcanons, lol. And ofc, sorry for the bad grammar. English is NOT my first language ‼️
The rain had started as a whisper.
Soft. Almost romantic.
It clung to the evening air, misting the streets in silver as neon lights blurred into watercolor streaks. Under the dim glow of a streetlamp, Ai stood still, perfectly still, as if the world itself had paused just to watch her.
She looked flawless.
A crimson dress wrapped around her like a statement bold, elegant, impossible to ignore. Her hair fell in soft, deliberate waves, each strand placed as though she had rehearsed this moment a hundred times. And her perfume… it lingered in the air, rich and expensive, the kind that stayed long after someone walked away.
Everything about her said confidence.
Everything except her eyes.
"Shin-chan.." Her voice was lighter than the rain, carrying a teasing lilt, like old times. Like kindergarten. Like it was all just a game again. The difference is , she no longer use the "sama" at the end of Shin-chan's name.
Shinnosuke stood across from her, hands in his pockets, shoulders slightly hunched, not nervous, just… tired.
Ai smiled, stepping closer. "You're still playing hard to get, huh? After all these years?" She was expecting him to at least give her a mischievous grin or a witty comment about "big sisters."
Silence
She tilted her head, leaning in just enough for her perfume to wrap around him. "You do know the fact that I found you interesting. You always did."
Still nothing.
And then
A sigh. It was a heavy, grounded sound that made Ai’s heart skip a beat in fear.
Not flustered. Not shy.
Annoyed.
"Ai-chan,"he said, running a hand through his hair. "Can you stop?"
Her smile faltered.
Stop… what?”
"This." He gestured vaguely,at her, the dress, the atmosphere, the effort. "All of this."
"Oh, Shin-chan, you're so shy! You're just playing hard to get." The words didn't hit her at first. They hovered in the air, weightless.
Until he added-
“I don't feel anything for you. Not now. Not before." His voice was flat, almost bored. "I feel absolutely nothing when I look at you. You're just... annoying now. You're wasting your time, and honestly, you're wasting mine too."
Something inside her chest cracked. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just enough. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
And then-
It happened.
Like a switch flipped, Shin-chan's expression changed completely. His eyes lit up, his posture straightened,
"Oh!"
He turned.
A girl passed by,just a stranger, laughing into her phone, completely unaware.
And just like that-
"Hey, miss! Wait up!"
He jogged off, grinning, calling after someone else.
Not her.
Never her.
Ai didn't move.
Didn't breathe.
Didn't blink.
He didn't even look back. He sprinted past Ai toward a woman across the street, laughing and waving his arms with a joy that Ai realized, with a sickening jolt, would never be directed at her. She was left standing alone, the smell of her perfume suddenly cloying and pathetic in the damp night air.
The rain grew heavier, soaking into her hair, her dress, her skin, but she couldn't feel it.
All she could feel was the absence.
"Ai-chan?"
The voice came through the rain, urgent, familiar.
Masao.
He ran toward her, slightly out of breath, his clothes were damp, his hair clinging messily to his forehead, but in his hand, held carefully above everything else.
An umbrella.
"I thought you might still be here," he said softly, stepping closer, raising it over her. "You'll catch a cold if you-"
"Why are you here?"
Her voice cut through him like glass.
Masao froze.
"I… I just-"
"Why do you always show up when I don’t need you?" The words weren’t loud but they were sharp. Too sharp.
Masao blinked, clearly taken aback. "I just wanted to-"
"I didn't ask you to!" she snapped, her composure finally shattering. "I didn't ask you to come, or care, o-or- or hover around me like this!"
The rain drummed harder, louder, filling the silence that followed.
Masao's grip on the umbrella tightened.
"I wasn't trying to-"
"You never try," she interrupted, her voice trembling now. "You just… exist. Always there, always watching!!! like I’m some kind of responsibility you can’t let go of."
That hurt. It showed.But he didn't argue. Didn't defend himself. He just looked at her, really looked at her. And for the first time…
He didn't look small.
"…I see," he murmured.
That was all. No tears, no stuttering, just quiet understanding. And somehow, that made it worse.
A car pulled up behind her, headlights cutting through the rain. Ai turned away quickly, waving it down. Before stepping in, she hesitated.
Just for a second.
Then she tossed the umbrella back toward him. "…Thanks," she said, her voice distant. "And don’t come looking for me again." The door shut and the car drove off.
Masao stood there, alone in the rain. Holding an umbrella he no longer needed.
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Regret is a quiet thing. It doesn't scream. It lingers. Three days passed. The guilt grew until Ai couldn't ignore it. She found herself driving to the small studio where Masao worked on his illustrations. She wanted to apologize. not because she liked him, she told herself, but because she was a Suotome, and a Suotome had manners.
When she entered the studio, the air smelled of ink and old paper. Masao was hunched over a drafting table.
"Masao," she began, her tone still slightly condescending. "I came to... apologize, I was out of line. You were just being... well, you. I was stressed. You know how it is. You were always a bit of a crybaby, so I figured you’d understand that I didn't mean it."
Masao stopped drawing. He didn't look up. "A crybaby?"
"Well, yes. You've always been so... sensitive. It's actually quite annoying how you follow me around like a lost puppy."
Suddenly, Masao stood up. He didn't just stand; he seemed to unfold.
Ai stepped back as he turned around. The lighting in the studio was dim, casting long shadows. For the first time, Ai actually looked at him. He wasn't the round-faced boy anymore. His jawline was sharp, his shoulders were broad, and his presence felt heavy, magnetic, even.
"I'm not a puppy, Ai," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "And I stopped crying over you a long time ago."
He took a step forward. Ai took a step back, her heart beginning to drum against her ribs. He took another, and another, until her back hit the cold brick wall of the studio.
SLAM.
Masao placed both hands on the wall on either side of her head, locking her in. The space between them vanished. Ai could feel the heat radiating from his body, a sharp contrast to the cool evening breeze coming through the window.
She instinctively tried to close her eyes, her breath hitching.
"Don't," Masao commanded. It wasn't a plea; it was an order. "Open your eyes, Ai-chan."
She obeyed, her gaze meeting his. Up close, he was towering. She had to tilt her head back significantly just to see his face. She noticed the way his sleeves were rolled up, revealing forearms that were lean and corded with muscle. His hands, which she remembered as small and soft, were now large enough to pin her down with ease.
"You spend so much time looking at a man who doesn't see you," Masao whispered, leaning down until his lips were inches from her ear. She could smell the faint scent of cedarwood and rain on him. "Look at me. Look at the man who is actually standing in front of you."
"Masao... what are you-"
"Ive loved you since we were five," he said, his voice vibrating through her chest. "I watched you chase him. I comforted you when he ignored you. I grew up, Ai. I became a man while you were busy staying a little girl chasing a ghost."
He moved closer, his chest brushing against hers. The tension was suffocating, a mix of old memories and a new, terrifyingly sharp attraction. "Stop looking for Shin-chan in every room. Start looking at who’s been protecting you this whole time."
Ai's heart was racing so fast she thought it might burst. The way his gaze moved to her lips and back to her eyes, made her knees weak.
Masao stayed there for a long moment, letting her feel the weight of his words and his presence. Then, slowly, he pulled back, giving her space to breathe. The Kabedon was broken, but the air between them remained electric.
Ai leaned against the wall, her hand trembling as she touched her own collarbone. She looked at Masao,really looked at him. He was nervous, she realized. His pulse was visible in his neck. He had risked everything to show her who he was.
"I..." Ai started, her voice soft. "I don't know what to say. My whole life has been... about him."
"I know," Masao said, a small, slightly sad smile appearing on his face. It wasn't the smile of a weak boy; it was the smile of a man who was patient.
Ai reached out, her fingers tentatively brushing his hand, the large, strong hand that had just pinned her to the wall. "Give me time, Masao. I need to learn who 'Masao' is... and I think I need to learn who I am without Shin-chan."
Masao didn't push. He simply turned his hand over and caught hers, his grip firm and warm. "I've waited twenty-one years, Ai-chan. I can wait a little longer."
He led her toward the door, and as they stepped out into the night, Ai didn't look toward the street where she had last seen Shin-chan. She looked at the man walking beside her, holding her hand, and for the first time in her life, the scent of her perfume didn't feel so lonely.
I'm so sorry for the delay in getting back to you! I've been dealing with some personal matters, but things are settling down now. I am officially open for requests! What did you have in mind?
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I’ve been gone for so long and abandoned this account (and my other one).Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m doing with my life anymore. I feel like I’m losing faith in happiness itself. I’ve lost three people all from my own family one every single year. 2024 took someone who cared for me like I was their own. 2025 took my grandmother. And 2026,this year, just took my cousin, she was only 16. She was supposed to turn 17 this year. I’m angry. I’m angry at death. I’m angry at the world. I’m angry at myself. I’m angry at God for taking them away from me, and I hate that I even feel that way, but I do. I’m not just sad anymore. I’m furious. I tried to disappear from the internet and focus on "real life," thinking maybe happiness would come back. But real life just kept showing me more loss. I’m so fucking tired of funerals. I’m so fucking tired of hearing "stay strong." Im so fucking tired of life acting like this is normal. Death doesn’t even let me heal. It just keeps taking. I look at my Tumblr now, the writing, the stories, the imaginary worlds and it feels like it belongs to someone else.
I am Moamen, a student who dreams of continuing my education despite all the hardships my family has faced. After losing our home, studying is the only light I hold onto. Your support can help me stay in university and not give up on my future. Please consider donating. 🎓🙏
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Sometimes we forget how lucky we are to study, sleep safely, and chase our dreams without worrying about losing everything. Moamen’s message really hit me he’s a student who lost his home but still holds onto education as his only hope for the future. He dreams of staying in university and finishing his studies, even after all the hardships his family has faced.
If you can, please take a moment to read his story and share or donate through the link. Even the smallest help can mean so much to someone trying not to give up. 🎓💛
As a fellow student with dreams, I know how hard it can be. Let’s help Moamen keep going.
You know what happened to the flotilla, Israel. And don’t you dare pretend otherwise. Let me remind you in case you conveniently ‘forget’ there’s something called international maritime law. Ever heard of it? Probably not, since your navy seems to think the Mediterranean is your private swimming pool. Under the United Nations Convention on the Law of the Sea (UNCLOS), civilian ships in international waters are protected. You cannot, by any standard of legality, intercept, harass, or attack a humanitarian flotilla outside your territorial waters. Yet what did you do? The same thing you always do: break the rules, cry ‘security,’ and bulldoze international law as if it were sand beneath your tanks.
This isn’t just piracy, it’s state-sponsored piracy dressed in the costume of ‘defense.’ You don’t get to board vessels in international waters. You don’t get to terrorize civilians carrying food and medicine. You don’t get to act like Neptune because you’ve got warships. Every charter, every article, every tribunal that governs the seas would laugh at your excuses. But of course, you don’t fear laughter. You don’t fear justice. You just fear the truth that you’ve been caught red-handed again, proving to the world that you’re not a democracy, not a protector, not a state defending its borders, but a bully breaking laws that every other nation is expected to respect.
So let’s write it down for you like you’re in kindergarten:
1. International waters ≠ your backyard.
2. Civilian boats with aid ≠ armed threats.
3. Breaking sea law ≠ legitimate defense.
4. What you did to the flotilla = piracy.
And history is watching. Every intercept, every drone, every blockade is another page in a book of crimes that will outlive you. You know what happened to the flotilla, Israel. And so does the world. 🚢✊
AND THEN PEOPLE AROUND ME KEEP SAYING IM USING AI TO WRITE MY NOVEL JUST BECAUSE I USE "—" 🥲 (lol i actually don't really care people use ai , but because of people who keep using ai make everyone think small writer like me always use ai , and now em dash are labeled as "ai writers" and I really loathing it.
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