Emma, she/her, Leo Kurosagi and Vil Schoenheit’s wife 🫶. Can be NSFW at times. Minors are welcome to follow just don’t read the NSFW!!! I will block you if you do.
Hi! I’m Emma, I go by she/her pronouns. I’m currently obsessed with Tokyo Debunker and Twisted Wonderland and will most definitely take recs for other games. My fav houses from tkdb are Sinostra, Frostheim, and Vagastorm. With Leo, Shion, Yuri, Ren and Taiga being my fav ghouls. And from twst, my fav dorms are Savannaclaw, Pomefiore, and Octanivelle. And the fav characters are Leona, Ruggie, Azul, Floyd, Jamil, Idia, Vil, Minajael, and Riddle!
I will def write up anything for yall js send me what ur thinking (cuz i normally don’t have inspo and stuff lol).
Also, please feel free to drop anything and everything in my inbox. I’m always open to hearing what’s in your heads!
RULES FOR REQUESTS:
Requests for tkbd are up to 6 ghouls or 2 houses. But if you like something, feel free to ask for a part two!
I’d say requests for twst are also 6 characters or two dorms. But like if you want to request the ob boys then that’s okay too (or like housewardens/vice housewardens/etc)!
PLEASE be specific to what you want (ex: separate fic, my personal thoughts, oneshots, mini fics, etc)
Also please specify for which fandom unless you’re using like really obvious wording (ghouls, overblot, housewardens, etc)
I can’t really write smut since I personally think I suck at it. So all nsfw will js be like really suggestive
Personally I think I write fluff the best so if that’s what you’re looking for you’re in the right place
The relationship between the ghoul and MC will be defaulted to a romantic relationship so let me know if you want it to be platonic or smth (unless it’s a character like Ortho or Grim. Those will ALWAYS be platonic)!!
MC will use they/them pronouns but lmk if you want a specific one
Also please excuse grammar and such. I would like to think I’m an okay writer but sometimes my brain fails me 😔😔😔
So MC looses their memory so they can successfully live in through the curse, and their boyfriend goes out to find them to hopefully win their heart back!
I’d like Jiro, Sho, Luca, Rui, Mio, and Lyca if that’s ok
Yes of course!! I love some good angst. I hope you like it!!
Till Death Do Us Part
Featured ghouls: Jiro Kirisaki, Sho Haizono, Lucas Errant, Rui Mizuki, Mio Susuhara, Lyca Colt
Tags: fuck that reaper curse, hurt/angst, comfort for some, Lyca lovers…I’m sorry
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Jiro Kirisaki:
Jiro always knew this would happen.
That was the worst part.
Everyone else hoped.
Jiro prepared.
The curse required sacrifice.
Life demanded payment.
And he had spent too many years studying death to believe miracles came free.
So when your memories disappeared, he didn't scream.
Didn't cry.
Didn't beg.
He simply sat beside your hospital bed and accepted reality.
The same way he accepted everything else.
Quietly.
Alone.
The problem came later.
When he realized acceptance didn't stop the pain.
You met again almost six months later.
You didn't recognize him.
Of course you didn't.
Jiro had expected that.
What he hadn't expected was how much it would bother him.
You smiled at him.
Introduced yourself.
Held out your hand.
As though you'd never kissed him beneath the stars.
As though you'd never fallen asleep beside him in the infirmary.
As though he'd never loved you.
The irony wasn't lost on him.
He spent years surrounded by corpses.
Yet somehow losing your memories felt worse than losing you entirely.
At least death was final.
This?
This left room for hope.
Hope was cruel.
The more time he spent around you, the worse it became.
Because you still laughed at his jokes.
Still worried about him.
Still scolded him for forgetting to rest.
You were still you.
Everything he loved remained.
Except the memories.
One night, after catching him working far too late, you dragged him outside for fresh air.
"You need a break."
"I don't."
"You look awful."
"I always look awful."
"You admit it?"
"I've never denied it."
You laughed.
The sound made his chest ache.
Because he knew that laugh.
He knew every version of it.
And yet you looked at him like a stranger.
The silence stretched.
Then you asked softly,
"Were we close?"
Jiro's heart stopped.
You were staring at him.
Waiting.
Searching.
Maybe some part of you already knew.
Maybe some part of you remembered.
Jiro looked away.
Toward the moon.
Toward anything except you.
And answered honestly.
"Very."
Nothing else.
Because if he said more, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop.
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Sho Haizono:
The first thing you noticed about the man standing outside the food truck was that he looked exhausted.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Like someone who had spent months carrying something too heavy and refused to put it down.
You had become accustomed to strangers looking at you strangely ever since waking up with no memories. There were always people who claimed they knew you.
Old classmates.
Neighbors.
Friends.
But this was different.
Because the second Sho saw you, the coffee cup in his hand slipped from his fingers.
Neither of you moved.
The cup hit the pavement.
Coffee splashed everywhere.
Still neither of you moved.
His eyes widened.
Not with surprise.
Relief.
Pure, overwhelming relief.
Like he'd been searching for something for so long that he'd started believing he'd never find it.
"...Senpai."
The nickname felt strangely familiar.
You couldn't explain why.
Just hearing it made something ache inside your chest.
Unfortunately, nothing followed.
No memories.
No recognition.
Nothing.
The hope in his expression shattered so quickly it nearly made you look away.
You hated that look.
The look of someone realizing they weren't remembered.
"...Sorry," you said quietly. "Do I know you?"
Sho froze.
For a long moment, he didn't answer.
Then he laughed.
A short, humorless sound.
"Nah."
The lie was obvious.
Even to you.
But he didn't elaborate.
Instead he stepped closer.
Studied your face.
Almost as if he was checking whether you were really there.
Whether you were real.
Whether you were alive.
Because for months he'd lived with the knowledge that forgetting him was the only way you could survive.
And every single day he'd wondered if saving your life had been worth losing your love.
Looking at you now, breathing and smiling and alive...
The answer should have been yes.
So why did it hurt so much?
Days turned into weeks.
Weeks into months.
Sho kept showing up.
Sometimes with food.
Sometimes with coffee.
Sometimes for absolutely no reason.
At first you thought he was just friendly.
Then you realized he remembered everything you liked.
Your favorite meals.
Your favorite drinks.
Your habits.
The little things.
Things nobody should know.
One evening, while the two of you sat beside the food truck watching the sunset, you finally asked.
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
Sho nearly choked on his drink.
"...Like what?"
"Like you're waiting."
Silence.
The answer came quietly.
"Maybe I am."
You turned toward him.
He was staring at the horizon.
Not you.
"Waiting for what?"
Sho smiled.
A sad smile.
The kind that came from loving someone long after they'd forgotten how to love you back.
"For you to fall in love with me again."
And for the first time since losing your memories...
Your heart skipped a beat.
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Lucas Errant:
The first thing Lucas did when he found you was cry.
Not dramatically.
Not loudly.
Just quietly.
Silently.
The kind of crying that happens when relief and grief collide so violently that your body doesn't know which emotion to feel first.
You hadn't even realized who he was.
He was simply another student on campus.
Polite.
Well-dressed.
Charming.
The kind of person who smiled at everyone.
The kind of person who made everyone feel comfortable.
You remembered liking him immediately.
Which only made things worse for him.
Because you liked him.
You just didn't know why.
"Have we met before?" you asked one afternoon.
Lucas nearly dropped the book he was holding.
The question had become a familiar torture.
He heard it often.
Sometimes from you.
Sometimes from himself.
A thousand different versions of the same impossible wish.
Do you remember?
Do you know me?
Do you still love me?
"No," he answered softly.
Another lie.
One he hated telling.
Because Lucas valued honesty more than almost anything.
Yet every conversation with you felt built upon secrets.
You didn't know that he'd held your hand while you slept.
You didn't know he'd sat beside your hospital bed for weeks.
You didn't know that the ring hanging from the chain around his neck had once been meant for you.
He never took it off.
Not even now.
One rainy afternoon, while helping him gather books he'd accidentally dropped, your fingers brushed against the silver chain around his neck.
Something glimmered beneath his shirt.
"A ring?"
Lucas immediately covered it.
His expression changed.
Not dramatically.
Just enough.
A flicker.
A wound reopening.
"Was it from someone special?"
You regretted asking the moment the words left your mouth.
Because suddenly he looked like he couldn't breathe.
"Yes."
The answer came immediately.
Without hesitation.
Without thought.
Because some truths refused to stay hidden.
"Very special."
You nodded.
Not knowing why your chest suddenly hurt.
Not knowing why the thought of another person giving him that ring bothered you so much.
Lucas noticed.
Of course he noticed.
He always noticed everything about you.
Even now.
Especially now.
For a moment he imagined telling you everything.
Every memory.
Every promise.
Every moment you'd shared.
But love wasn't forcing someone to remember.
Love wasn't demanding.
So instead he simply smiled.
The same smile you'd fallen in love with years ago.
And whispered,
"I think you would've liked them."
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Rui Mizuki:
Rui fell in love with you twice.
The first time was easy.
The second nearly killed him.
Because the first time, you had met him halfway.
The second time, he was alone.
You remembered nothing.
Not Darkwick.
Not Obscuary.
Not him.
Certainly not the relationship that had once meant everything.
The first time he found you, you smiled politely and introduced yourself.
Rui smiled back.
Then spent the entire walk home pretending his heart wasn't breaking.
Still.
He refused to give up.
Because if you couldn't remember him...
Then he'd simply make you fall in love again.
"Good morning, cutie."
"Do you always appear out of nowhere?"
"Usually."
"You know that's concerning, right?"
"You'll get used to it."
And somehow you did.
Days became weeks.
Weeks became months.
Rui became part of your life again.
Slowly.
Patiently.
Never pushing.
Never demanding.
Even when he wanted to.
Even when every instinct screamed at him to tell you everything.
There were moments he almost broke.
Moments where you smiled exactly the same way you used to.
Moments where you laughed and reached for his hand before realizing what you were doing.
Moments where he thought—
Maybe.
Maybe this time.
Maybe you remembered.
But you never did.
Not fully.
One rainy evening, the two of you found yourselves trapped beneath a small café awning.
The rain poured around you.
Neither of you spoke.
Until suddenly you asked,
"Have we met before?"
Rui froze.
"You ask that a lot."
"Because every time I look at you..."
You hesitated.
"...I feel like I'm forgetting something important."
The words shattered him.
Because you were.
You absolutely were.
He looked at you.
Really looked.
Then smiled.
Gentle.
Heartbroken.
Hopeful.
All at once.
"Maybe you'll remember someday."
You stared back.
For reasons you couldn't explain, tears suddenly burned behind your eyes.
And when Rui instinctively reached up to wipe one away—
You leaned into his hand.
Like you'd done a hundred times before.
Neither of you spoke.
Because for one perfect second...
It felt like coming home.
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Mio Susuhara:
Mio approached the problem logically.
At first.
Because logic was easier.
Logic didn't hurt.
Logic provided solutions.
Plans.
Objectives.
Things he could fix.
And if there was one thing Mio Susuhara excelled at, it was fixing broken things.
Machines.
Clockworks.
Tools.
Prosthetics.
Anything.
Everything.
Except this.
Because no amount of craftsmanship could repair a missing memory.
No matter how desperately he wished it could.
The first time he saw you after the curse, he nearly called your name.
The second time, he actually did.
You turned around.
Smiled politely.
And introduced yourself.
Like strangers.
Mio never realized silence could be painful until that moment.
Afterward he spent weeks building.
When he was upset, he built.
When he was frustrated, he built.
When he missed you, he built.
Entire workshops filled with half-finished projects became evidence of his grief.
One day, you stumbled into his workshop by accident.
The place looked like organized chaos.
Thousands of parts.
Tools.
Blueprints.
Clockworks.
Machines.
You loved it immediately.
"Wow."
Mio looked up.
Then froze.
Because you were smiling.
The exact same smile.
The one he'd fallen in love with.
His chest hurt instantly.
"This is amazing."
You wandered deeper into the workshop.
Curious.
Excited.
Touching everything.
Exactly like before.
Mio followed behind.
Watching.
Listening.
Remembering.
"You made all this?"
"Most of it."
"That's incredible."
You looked genuinely impressed.
The praise made something warm bloom inside him.
The same way it always had.
Hours passed.
Conversation flowed naturally.
Easy.
Comfortable.
Familiar.
Eventually you discovered a small unfinished clockwork hidden on one of the shelves.
Unlike everything else, this one was gathering dust.
Abandoned.
Forgotten.
"What about this one?"
Mio immediately went still.
You noticed.
"What's wrong?"
For a long moment, he didn't answer.
Then quietly:
"It was supposed to be a gift."
Your smile softened.
"For someone?"
"Yeah."
The word barely escaped.
You examined the unfinished machine.
Carefully.
Almost reverently.
As though it mattered.
As though it was precious.
Without understanding why.
"Then you should finish it."
Mio laughed.
A soft, broken sound.
"I've been trying."
The answer confused you.
Because the clockwork looked nearly complete.
Only one piece was missing.
One final piece.
Yet somehow he could never bring himself to finish it.
Not when the person it belonged to no longer remembered him.
Not when every completed gear felt like accepting reality.
You looked at him.
Then at the machine.
Then back at him.
And for a brief moment something strange flickered through your chest.
A feeling.
A memory.
A longing.
Gone as quickly as it appeared.
Yet Mio saw it.
The tiny hesitation.
The tiny spark.
And for the first time in months...
Hope returned.
Small.
Fragile.
Dangerous.
But alive.
Just like you.
And for now—
That was enough.
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Lyca Colt:
Lyca stopped speaking for almost two weeks after you disappeared.
Nobody could get him to leave his room.
Nobody could get him to eat.
Nobody could get him to sleep.
The only reason Rui managed to drag him outside at all was because Lyca became obsessed with searching.
Every lead.
Every rumor.
Every possibility.
Anything.
Because you had to be somewhere.
You had to exist.
You couldn't just vanish.
Not after promising you'd stay.
Not after looking him in the eyes and telling him he wasn't alone anymore.
Not after teaching him how to trust.
The day he finally found you should have been the happiest day of his life.
Instead it became one of the worst.
Because you were alive.
Healthy.
Safe.
And completely unaware of who he was.
"...Who are you?"
Lyca stared.
The question struck harder than any weapon ever could.
Because you looked at him so casually.
So normally.
As though the answer wasn't obvious.
As though he hadn't loved you with everything he had.
As though you hadn't done the same.
His throat tightened.
Suddenly speaking felt impossible.
"...Lyca."
You smiled politely.
"It's nice to meet you."
Nice to meet you.
The words haunted him for weeks.
You said them so naturally.
Like strangers.
Like all those memories meant nothing.
The first time Rui suggested giving you space, Lyca nearly punched him.
The first time someone suggested moving on, he actually did punch them.
Because moving on implied there was something left behind.
And there wasn't.
You were still here.
You were right there.
Breathing.
Talking.
Laughing.
Just beyond reach.
The worst part was that you still treated him differently.
Even without your memories.
You trusted him faster than everyone else.
You gravitated toward him unconsciously.
You sought him out in crowds.
You smiled whenever you saw him.
Neither of you understood why.
One evening, while walking home together, you suddenly reached for his sleeve.
Lyca nearly jumped.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You grabbed me."
"I know."
"Why?"
You frowned.
Thinking.
Then answered honestly.
"I don't know."
The truth made his heart ache.
Because he knew.
You used to do it constantly.
Whenever you were tired.
Whenever you were cold.
Whenever you wanted his attention.
You'd reach for him.
Every single time.
And now your body remembered what your mind couldn't.
Could you write the ghouls wanting praises? Like for example mc/ reader praises lyca for something and rui is sitting there waiting for his praise because they did the same thing HAHAHAHA
Don't feel pressured to write!!! Love love🫶
Yes of course!! I love this idea so much lmao. I hope you like it!!
Notice Me Too
Featured ghouls: Lyca Colt and Rui Mizuki
Tags: fuck that reaper curse
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The common room of Obscuary was unusually peaceful.
For once, the captain was nowhere to be found, which meant there were no mysterious appearances from behind couches, no strange comments directed at you, and no random arguments breaking out every ten minutes between him and the others.
Just you, Lyca, and Rui.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting warm patches of gold across the room while Lyca sat on the floor beside the coffee table sorting through a pile of documents Rui had dumped on him earlier.
Or rather, attempted to dump on him.
"You mixed up half of them."
"I did not."
"You put these upside down."
"They're papers. Who cares?"
"You should care."
"They still read the same."
"They absolutely do not."
You smiled to yourself from your spot on the couch.
Nothing new.
The two of them had been arguing over the exact same stack of paperwork for nearly twenty minutes.
At some point Rui had wandered off to organize something else while Lyca reluctantly continued sorting.
Which was why you were genuinely surprised when he suddenly shoved a completed pile onto the table.
"There."
You blinked.
"...Already?"
"Yeah."
Rui looked over from across the room.
"Already?"
The disbelief in his voice mirrored your own.
Lyca immediately scowled.
"What?"
"I thought you'd eat them."
"What kind of idiot eats paper?"
Rui opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Then pointed at him.
"You."
Lyca looked genuinely offended.
You laughed.
"Still, that's impressive."
The words slipped out naturally.
You reached over and patted the top of his head before thinking about it.
"Good job, Lyca."
Silence.
The room became suspiciously quiet.
Lyca froze.
Completely.
His hand was still resting on the table.
His shoulders stiffened.
"..."
"..."
"...Lyca?"
His face immediately turned away.
"I'm not a dog."
"I didn't say you were."
"You patted my head."
"You looked proud."
"I wasn't."
"You kind of were."
"I wasn't."
He sounded far less convincing than usual.
Especially because there was the faintest hint of pink spreading across his ears.
You smiled.
Cute.
Across the room, Rui had gone strangely silent.
You didn't notice at first.
Lyca didn't notice at first.
Rui noticed immediately.
Because the blonde was currently staring at the two of you.
Specifically at the way you were smiling at Lyca.
And the way Lyca had received praise.
And the way Lyca had gotten a head pat.
A very important detail.
A critically important detail.
One that Rui couldn't stop thinking about.
You praised him.
And then patted his head.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Rui looked down at the papers in his own hands.
Then back at Lyca's stack.
Then back at you.
Then back at the papers.
"..."
An idea formed.
A terrible one.
"Cutie."
You looked over.
"Hm?"
Rui suddenly appeared beside the couch.
You had absolutely no idea how he'd crossed the room that quickly.
He placed a second stack of neatly organized documents onto the table.
"Finished."
You blinked.
"Oh."
Then looked down.
Everything was perfectly sorted.
Alphabetized.
Labeled.
Color coded.
Somehow.
"When did you do all this?"
"I was working."
"You've been walking around."
"I can do both."
Honestly, that sounded believable.
Rui never seemed capable of sitting still.
You glanced over the pages.
Then smiled.
"This is really neat."
Rui brightened immediately.
Like a flower receiving sunlight.
"Right?"
"Yeah."
"It took effort."
"I'm sure it did."
"I worked very hard."
Something about his tone made you pause.
Slowly.
Suspiciously.
You looked up.
Rui was smiling.
Very brightly.
Too brightly.
Meanwhile Lyca had already figured out what was happening. "You've got to be kidding me."
Rui ignored him.
"I organized every page."
"You did."
"I even fixed his mistakes."
"Hey."
"I was very helpful."
"You were."
Rui waited.
Nothing happened.
His smile twitched.
You tilted your head.
"...What?"
"Nothing."
"You sound disappointed."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm not."
Lyca suddenly barked out a laugh.
"You want praise."
"I do not."
"You absolutely do."
"I absolutely do not."
"You saw them praise me and now you're jealous."
Rui looked horrified.
"Jealous?"
"Yeah."
"No."
"You're basically begging for it."
"I am not begging."
"You practically wagged your tail."
"I don't have a tail."
The argument continued while realization slowly dawned on you.
Oh.
Oh.
He wanted praise too.
You pressed your lips together.
Trying not to laugh.
Rui immediately noticed.
"Don't laugh."
"I'm trying."
"Don't."
"You made it really obvious."
"I did not."
"You kind of did."
He looked away.
Which, somehow, was confirmation enough.
For someone so outgoing, Rui could be surprisingly easy to read sometimes.
Especially when he wanted something.
You reached out.
Caught his sleeve.
And smiled.
"Good job, Rui."
He froze.
Exactly the way Lyca had earlier.
The similarity was honestly impressive.
"You worked hard."
"...Thank you."
The tips of his ears turned pink.
Instantly.
Lyca stared.
Then immediately pointed.
"Look at his face."
"Shut up."
"You're blushing."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm not."
"You look ridiculous."
Rui looked ready to throw a folder at him.
Instead he crossed his arms and looked away.
Yet somehow he also looked absurdly pleased with himself.
The problem was that once you noticed it, you couldn't stop noticing it.
The little smile he kept trying to hide.
The way his shoulders relaxed.
The fact that he was suddenly in a much better mood.
And honestly?
It was adorable.
You reached up.
Ruffled his hair.
Just once.
Rui made a noise that sounded suspiciously close to a startled squeak.
The room fell silent.
Lyca stared.
You stared.
Rui stared.
Then his entire face turned red.
"Cutie."
"Yes?"
"...Do that again."
Lyca immediately threw a rolled-up paper at his head.
"Have some shame."
And despite Rui's offended complaints and Lyca's relentless teasing, neither of them missed the small smile on your face.
Because as much as they pretended otherwise, both of them liked knowing you noticed the things they did.
One was simply much worse at hiding it than the other.
I’ve seen people use like “the captain, vice captain, blonde, etc” and I lwk feel like I should use more of that instead of js their names or like “he” in these fics
Request: How would the ghouls react to a usually independent MC who becomes clingy/child-like when sick?
Jin
“What kind of idiot doesn’t know how to rest?”
He immediately transfers you to a Frostheim dorm where you’ll receive top-quality treatment.
His personal doctor checks on you and the room is stocked with medicine, water, and extra blankets.
Jin says it’s only because he doesn’t want this becoming a bigger problem later.
And yet, instead of holing up in his room, he spends the entire day in yours.
And when Tohma enters to ask a question, Jin immediately shuts him down. “Get out.”
When you wake up and ask him to feed you, he scoffs. “Huh? Do I look like a servant to you?”
But he does it anyway. And he kind of sucks at it.
His leg starts to bounce. Time for a smoke.
He stands to head to the patio.
But your fingers latch onto his sleeve.
“Don’t go."
Jin freezes.
"Can’t you just…stay with me?”
You're delirious so you might not see it, but there's pink growing on his cheeks.
“It’ll only be a five minutes.”
“Five minutes is too long.”
Jin clicks his tongue. “Tch. So many orders.”
And drops back into the chair.
He resists every urge after that.
...
A few minutes later, your hand blindly searches for his. Only to find that it’s already there, on top of yours.
Tohma
“The captain has ordered me to assist you.” (That’s a lie).
Tohma has everything prepared: medicine, meals planned, a schedule for optimal rest.
You don’t even have to ask:
-He holds your back as support as he feeds you medicine.
-He spoon-feeds you porridge after blowing on it.
-And he has pre-cut fruit all ready to be served.
He’s efficient at everything he does.
Unfortunately, he has an enormous amount of work to do. Several reports to review and multiple meetings to attend.
Eventually, he rises from his chair.
“I’ll return shortly.”
“D..t ..g…” you whisper something incomprehensible.
He raises a brow.
“What was that?”
“St..w..th..m.”
He leans down to hear you better.
In that moment, you wrap your arms around his neck. Holding him down against you.
Even Tohma could not have prepared for this.
“Oh my. And what are you doing, exactly?”
“I…I want you to stay. Stay next to me.”
He chuckles. “How indecent of you.”
He really should leave but you’re making it quite difficult.
After that...Tohma pulls out his phone and postpones several appointments.
Lucas
Lucas being the gentleman that he is, indulges in nearly all your requests.
Water? Immediately pouring a glass.
A different pillow? Consider it done.
Craving a specific snack? He’s already out the door to buy it.
He feeds you, tucks you in, makes sure you’re comfortable at all times.
But there’s one thing he won’t do…
“I’m cold.”
“Oh.” Lucas stands up immediately. “I’ll grab another blanket.” Before he can leave, you grab his hand.
“No…warm me up. Come into bed with me.”
Lucas malfunctions. He turns so red, you’d think he’s the one with a fever.
He covers his face with a hand.
“M-MC. I shouldn’t. You’re not in your right mind.”
“But I'm cold.” You scooch over a tiny bit. “Please Luca. Please?”
It takes every ounce of self-discipline for him not to fall right into bed with you.
“I-I can’t do that.”
You pout.
“...But I can hold your hand. Will that help?”
Kaito
When he finds out you’re sick, he’s immediately at your side.
“MC? Are you ok?” He asks this multiple times throughout the day. Like in 5 minute intervals.
When you ask him to feed you, he panics.
“L-Like with my hands?” (lol obviously).
He carefully scoops up the porridge. And blows on it. And blows on it. And blows on it. Until it’s stone cold.
And yet, he still asks, “was that too hot? Too cold? Let me know, ok?”
He watches as your eyes slowly drift. He doesn’t want to bother you any further.
“You should get some sleep. Call me if you need anything.”
“Wait...Can you fix my pillow?”
“Huh? Yeah, sure.”
Kaito leans down to adjust your pillow.
Suddenly, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down.
“Caught you.”
He short-circuites. Then screams.
“M-M-MC!!! What are you doing????!!!”
You nuzzle against his shoulder.
“Sleep next to me.”
His brain completely stops working.
“N-No! I mean, yes! I mean–”
You can literally feel his body growing hotter.
“Kaito? Are you ok?”
But there’s no response.
He collapses on top you, passed out.
Mission accomplished, I guess?
…
When he wakes up later, still lying beside you, he pulls the blanket up to hide his face.
This is officially the happiest day of his life.
Alan
“I’m not good at this kind of stuff.” But for someone who says that, he’s doing surprisingly well.
He makes sure you take your medicine on time.
He tucks the blanket around you gently.
And every time you try to sneak out of bed, he gives you a look that sends you back under the covers.
When you ask him to feed you. He pauses for a bit. “...sure.”
He’s awkward at first. Sometimes scooping a bit too much. At times too little, like a few grains. Till finally, he gets the portions right.
He’s sitting beside you, reading file papers. He thinks you’re asleep.
But your hand finds his.
Alan looks up.
You pull his hand closer, eyes still closed.
“Can you…pat my head?”
You don’t see the look on his face. The surprise. The fondness. The inability to say no to you.
“Yeah.”
He does as he’s told. Gently, softly. He pats your head, watching your breath slowly even as you drift into sleep.
He should probably get back to work.
But he remains.
Hand never leaving your head.
Leo
“Is this your way of trying to get my attention or something?” Leo says with a plastic bag in his hand.
The entire time, Leo's just be Leo.
"Wow Honor Roll, you look awful."
"How does it feel being even more useless than usual?"
When you ask him to feed you. He pouts his lips. “Aww. Our little honor roll can’t even do that on their own?”
But he does it anyway. And he’s actually quite good at it. Perfect temperature. Perfect portions.
Eventually, you’re settled into bed, fighting to keep your eyes open.
Leo stands and stretches.
“Ok, I’m bored now. I’m leaving.”
But before he can take a single step, you grab him. Clinging onto his waist.
Leo freezes. Because he definitely wasn’t expecting that.
“Wow. Are you some dog in heat?” he scoffs. “Pathetic.”
But you don’t care.
“Don’t go,” you whisper. “Stay here.”
A mischievous smile grows on Leo’s face.
“Ok then,” he lifts your chin, “Ask me again.”
“Please Leo.”
“Please what?”
“Please stay.”
He sighs like he hates it.
“Since you’re begging.”
He drops onto the bed beside you.
He even lends you his arm as a pillow.
...
While you’re sleeping he’s on his phone scrolling.
But every now and then, he glances over.
At one point, he may or may not take a picture.
Why? For blackmail purposes, obviously…nothing else.
Sho
You don’t have to say anything.
The moment Sho hears you’re sick, he’s already at your door. Ingredients in hand.
While he cooks, keeping you in bed becomes a challenge of its own.
Every few minutes, you wander into the kitchen.
But somehow, no matter how quiet you are, he catches you every time. “Bed. Now.”
He brings the porridge over. But when you don’t take the spoon immediately, he smirks.
“Oh, I get it. You want me to feed you too? You sure are asking for a lot today.”
As the drowsiness from the medicine starts kicking in, Sho gets ready to leave.
“The left-overs in the fridge, okay? Make sure to eat–”
You hold his hand. As tight as you can.
“Why are you leaving?”
“Hm?”
“You’re supposed to stay.”
Sho just stares at you for a while.
Then, “Pfft.”
He laughs.
“Senpai, you’re being a spoiled brat today. I guess I don’t mind. It's kinda cute.”
…
When you wake up later.
You find Sho still there. Sitting in the same chair.
Scrolling through his phone with one hand. The other still trapped under yours.
Haru
Haru barges in, loud as usual.
“Gahaha! Heard you’re sick. I’ve come to the rescue!”
Haru’s methods of taking care of the sick are...questionable?
“Look at this cool gadget. It should warm you up. Only a few thousand yen!”
“This medicine? I feed it to my capybus but I heard it should work on humans too!”
“Can't sleep? Gahaha! I’ll sing you a lullaby. It’s Peekaboo’s favorite.”
Despite all the nonsense, Haru does a good job checking up on you.
-Adjusting your blanket.
-Making sure you’re drinking water.
-Hovering nearby whenever you cough.
But Haru is a busy man. He glances at the clock.
“Alrighty. I’ve gotta get going. Lots of mouths to feed today–”
You grab his hand.
Haru blinks.
“I need you too. Can’t you stay?”
Haru for the first time all day falls silent.
He chuckles softly.
“Quite bold today. Aren’t ya.”
“Haru…please?”
That look you give him is downright unfair. He sits back down.
“Guess Ren will just have extra work today.”
(lol, sorry Ren).
Towa
Towa doesn’t knock. Doesn’t ask what you need.
He barges in and sweeps you right out of bed.
“Whoa! What are you doing?!”
Towa smiles. “Staying inside all day will make you more sick. Don’t worry! I’ll take care of you.”
So he takes you to Jabberwock.
He lays you down in the soft grass, underneath a big tree.
For the next hour, Towa keeps bringing you flowers as if they’re offerings.
“This one is for headaches. This one is for tummy aches.”
He hovers them near your mouth till you take a hesitant bite. Some are bitter. Some are sweet.
After a while, he notices you’re looking tired.
“Dandelion, are you thirsty?” But before you can answer, he’s already raring to go.
You hold his sleeve. And pull him closer and closer.
Till you can wrap your arms around him.
“It’s ok. I don't need anything. Can you just stay next to me?”
His entire face lights up.
“Mmmm~~~ Of course!” Towa excitedly hugs you back.
He flops down beside you. Cuddling for the rest of the day.
Ren
“I’m gonna take refuge at your place. Jabberwock’s in chaos right now because you’re not there.”
It’s not a lie but not the full truth. He hides the plastic bag filled with medicine and drinks behind his back.
Ren doesn’t ask if you’re ok. He just notices small signs.
Your blanket slips off? He pulls it back over you.
You’re panting in your sleep? He places a cold towel on your forehead.
You look exhausted? There’s a sport drink right at your night stand.
When you ask him to feed you though, he nearly chokes. “N-No way. Do it yourself.”
But seeing you struggling with shaky hands, he takes the spoon from you. “Ugh. Fine. I’ll do it.”
His face is red the entire time.
You’re about to fall asleep. And he’s done everything he could do.
“Ok. I’m leaving now, senpai.”
“Ren.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you have to go?”
Those words. That expression on your face. It should be illegal. His heart nearly stops.
“Well, duh,” he mutters. “I can’t stay here forever.”
“Ren.”
“What?”
“Come closer.”
“...Why?”
“Just…come here.”
Against his better judgement, he leans closer.
Big mistake.
The moment he’s within reach, your arms loop around his neck.
“W-What are you doing senpai?! L-Let go.”
“No. Not until you promise you’ll stay.”
Strange. Your grip is weak. Weak enough to escape from. But he doesn’t
“F-Fine.”
“Fine what?”
“I’ll stay!”
You immediately relax. Ren pulls away. Covering, his red face with his arm.
“T-That’s harassment, you know.”
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thank you @schopenhauernietzsche for the request! (I don't know if I got the clinginess down but hopefully it's ok!)
I love when I’m halfway through an enemies to lovers book and he finally tucks her blonde hair behind her eye and looks into her beautiful green eyes and- WAIT WHAT THE FUCK???? I THOUGHT SHE HAD BLACK HAIR AND BROWN EYES.
