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[kazemiya]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

『The wildcards』

Smau masterlist | the royal dupes

Y/n - the third daughter of the Queen and King, known as the academy’s sunshine. Works hard and has a good track record in anything. She holds a bit of a grudge towards her family since she feels like she’s constantly outshined. And also towards hokuto who doesn’t really notice her presence

Anzu - y/n’s childhood best friend and roommate. Anzu is the daughter of a duke and is a little bit wilder than y/n is, her getting y/n is trouble in the past. Thinking of majoring in swordsmanship. She doesn’t really like y/n’s parents and always ready to take y/n’s side.

Yuta - The younger of the two twins from the Aoi family. He dreams of being a famous musician and is the son of a duke. He and his twin brother Hinata are always seen together but they have extremely different classes. Meets y/n and Anzu during the first year and has never left her side since.

Hinata - The older of the two twins from the Aoi family. He’s more skilled in swordsmanship and horseback riding than his academics. He first meets y/n and Hokuto due to them taking horseback riding and swordsmanship together. He dreams of becoming a knight just like Anzu.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : the academy’s brightest or should I say ex-brightest, beaten by the unknown son of viscount. No one’s ever seen this boy before, so you start observing him, you’re just curious on how to beat your rival. Keep telling yourself that

𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 : yay !! The first set of profiles is out and tysm for the support so far on my smau it rlly means a lot !! Also do let me know if u have any thoughts abt the profiles they’re always welcome !!

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : @kamiyatos @yuuyukisora @merahmudachuchu「send an ask if u change your url or if u want to be removed/added」 if ur irl is bolded means i cant tag u

[nazukisser]

➺✧ ┅ CHAPTER 06 | Stamped with Flowers

SYNOPSIS | “Duke, will you marry me?” You never thought you’d be saying these words until now, when you’ve realized you’ve been reincarnated as the first side character to be killed in a series of tragedies in a novel series called “Trails of Misfortune & Misery”. As a lady forced into an arranged marriage with the greedy son of Duke Drakos who aims to use your power as a sorceress to gain the Emperor’s favor and is eventually is killed as a sacrifice for his schemes, it seems the only one who can truly assist you is the Duke of Suou, Tsukasa Suou.

CHAPTER WARNINGS | tsukasa jumpscare? not scary imo tho, mention of food but not described in detail,

PAIRING| Suou Tsukasa x fem!reader

LINKS| series masterlist | taglist form | prev chapter

The Suou Estate wasn’t far at all, but to everyone’s surprise, Tsukasa fell asleep quite quickly. As soon as Callie shut up about things that the Duke should do, as a man who has never courted a woman before, he fell asleep. Did her talk bore him? He’d probably been educated on that, and however Callie got the audacity to say that, bless her soul. She truly just lived her life. At least it seemed that Tsukasa took no offense to it and actually listened though, but considering the fact that he fell asleep almost right after, maybe he was just trying to be polite. But then again, if he was trying to be polite, why’d he fall asleep so soon after? Perhaps he was just that tired; it was hard to know his circumstances. 

Even so, with so much going on, it was surprisingly peaceful. While it certainly wasn’t quiet, with the horses on their way and the wheels stepping on all sorts of rocks and other things, it was surprisingly easy to relax. Perhaps your standards of transportation had changed to fit the times; cars were the fantasy now. Callie immersed herself in her book, and Tsukasa was fast asleep. The Falcon Princess, was it? It was a bit surprising that Callie would read a fiction novel- or maybe, it wasn’t fiction. It was hard to know if you hadn’t read it before. 

Just like magic, Tsukasa realized he’d been asleep for just about the whole ride as the carriage entered the estate. He rubbed his eyes open, and as soon as he remembered what was going on, the embarrassment was obvious. If it were anyone else, you could see that the situation would be quite awkward; the standard etiquette simply didn’t allow for such negligence of a guest- but something like this was nice, for a change. High society was far too formal all the time. 

Amidst the embarrassment, blush, and apologies from Tsukasa, both you and Callie shared a laugh as the carriage pulled into the main entrance of the mansion. Through the window was a group of workers waving at you; were they excited to see their Duke? Or had maybe rumors of you arisen that made them curious of your arrival? Perhaps it was both; you couldn’t blame them, especially with the Duke’s reputation.

Tsukasa stepped out first, offering his hand for you to use as you stepped down as well. As per proper etiquette, but really not to leave him hanging like that, you took his hand, and Callie simply jumped down without warning- and she landed perfectly too, earning a few stares and seemingly respect, strangely. 

One of the butlers came up to you to greet both the Duke and his guests, but Tsukasa turned him away, “It’s alright, Lapel, I will give them a tour of the mansion and escort them to their rooms. Can you tell Hazen’s team that they don't need to be here?”

“Why? Don’t they have luggage?” 

“This was all they’d brought. The circumstances are… complicated.” 

“Okay! I’ll be off then. And you better be in your study by five, else I’ll have to search the whole mansion for you!” Lapel ran off.

You commented on how close Tsukasa and Lapel seemed. 

“Oh,” Tsukasa chuckled. “We took him in some years ago when his parents passed… I suppose I’ve doted on him quite a bit.” 

You giggled at how cute that was. It seemed so nice that something like this could happen in the Suou estate- in other estates, including yours, that would’ve been next to impossible. The people just didn’t have or showed enough empathy; it was a trend among the nobles these days, to be luxurious and largely untouchable. 

As you walked into the mansion, you were greeted by all kinds of history, artifacts of the previous Suou generations. You couldn’t help but allow Tsukasa to ramble on and on about what was what and the history of the mansion; it was so endearing how he was just so passionate about all of it. If Callie had a camera, she’d totally be taking pictures of everything like it was a museum. 

It was surprisingly late by the time Tsukasa had finished talking and you and Callie had arrived in your rooms. Hers was next to yours, thankfully. It was always hard getting to know the people who were there to help out, and having at least Callie was surprisingly comforting. You didn’t bother to change or pull the covers over you when you flopped onto the bed, and Callie simply left to check out her own room. 

You stared up at the ceiling, “reading” a story which detailed a love between an esteemed noble and an outsider, so different it wouldn’t be far-fetched to assume the origins of another world. A small laugh escaped your lips as you thought about the coincidence; it was too fitting. 

The room was filled with luxury; for a guest bedroom, it sure was fancy. The walls, the furniture, the little decorations- it all went together wonderfully, despite there being so much going on. It looked like a room that someone had lived in for a long time; the style looked so personalized and it didn’t quite match the rest of the house. 

When you awoke, it was the middle of the night. While you were facing away from the window, you could tell the moon shone brightly; it was bright despite there being no lamps or candles lit at this hour. You peeked at the clock, which you could just barely read from where you were. About one, huh. You must’ve slept through dinner. It was hard to move; your body was stiff. It took more effort than you’d like just to get up, but the stretching mission was still accomplished. You turned your head to the other side of the room, to get a better sense of what was going on.

You flinched. If the moon hadn’t shone so bright, you would have woken the entire mansion up with a scream. You were lucky that you recognized him so fast, or else there would’ve been a lot of issues. You froze. What in the hell was Tsukasa doing there? How’d he get through Callie? Wait- Callie was probably asleep. But still, why was he there, sitting up asleep on the other side with his legs down the side of the bed? 

You called out to him, no response. Another call. You poked his shoulder. You gently shook him. Nothing. If he wasn’t going to wake up and explain himself, then you were going to have to do it for him- though on second thought, he was cute when he was asleep. He was so peaceful, so relaxed, even in this (presumably) uncomfortable position, especially when the headboard was quite literally wood. 

Even though you’d stretched, your back still hurt. It was hard to get used to the dresses, and having fallen asleep in something meant to be worn outside was not a good idea. Then, should you wear something more comfortable? Tsukasa was still there, but you didn’t want to wake Callie up. She always got up earlier than you, so there was no telling what she’d do if you interrupted her sleep. Then, it wouldn’t hurt to just change right there, right? Since Tsukasa was still asleep, he wouldn’t know anything, anyways. 

Making as little noise as possible was more difficult than expected. Everything simply made so much noise when it was quiet compared to when things were happening in the day. You hoped you wouldn’t wake him up. You didn’t expect it to take long at all, after all. 

When Tsukasa moved, you looked back at him. One button left to go. If he awoke now, and you were changing, he’d definitely have questions- though you already had some yourself. 

“Mmgh…” he rubbed his eyes open as he realized the pains of having his head against the hard wood for so long. It was a bad time to struggle with the button; at least you’d faced away from him. Once you’d finished with the button, you turned around to face him. If only he’d say something. He’s the one who came in here all on his own, after all.

He stared at you for far too long; it appeared he didn’t have anything to say. Didn’t they teach his noble brain to do good things with words? You had no choice to follow your sigh with the question you hoped he wanted to answer- why he was here at such an hour and without anybody’s permission. Though, technically, this was his house, so he could make the argument that he could go anywhere on his property. It didn’t seem like him to do that, though. 

He looked away. “I just wanted to check up on you.” 

But you were just fine, though.

“I- I should’ve gotten myself to leave. I fell asleep before realizing… I’m sorry. I’ll do anything-”

He didn’t do it on purpose. It was kind of cute, admittedly. 

“I’ll-” he paused before continuing to get up. “take my leave now. Please rest well, my lady. I apologize for the disturbance.” 

He didn’t even let you say goodbye to him. It was a mistake, and he didn’t mean it, and he knew better, so there was really no point or reason to get mad besides the fact that it happened. Maybe Callie would give him an earful if you told her about this, though it might not have any good effect on him. 

There was a knock on the door. At this hour? You opened it. 

“I’m sorry for waking you up…” but he didn’t wake you up, though. You woke up on your own and found him.

“I know you missed dinner, and I’m not a great cook but,” he let out a nervous giggle. “I made something.” 

Well, since you were hungry, it wouldn't be worth refusing a meal at this time. Tsukasa wasn’t the greatest chef in the world- not even close- but it was so easy to see the love and care he put into it that it made a good meal. Perhaps it was extra nice that it wasn’t fancy like all the chefs made everything; it was a little bit like home.

“Again, I truly apologize for earlier’s incident,”  he took your hand and kissed it. “Good night, my lady.” 

You told him you’d meet again in the “morning”, when everyone converged for breakfast, and you went back into your bed. Too much had gone on already.

“Get up, my lady. Did you really sleep that long?” Callie got you a dress to wear for breakfast. Having him lectured again wouldn’t really do any good for Tsukasa, so you decided to keep last night a secret from Callie- although she already doubted you slept the entire time. 

At the Suou Estate, it was just nice. Everyone treated you well. The place was so pretty- clean and gorgeous. Everything seemed to go in order, the way it should be. Perhaps it was nice that the Suou family sat together for breakfast all the time too.

As you entered the dining hall, Tsukasa’s face lit up. A maid pulled out a chair for you, and you thanked her as she pushed it back towards the table after you’d gotten yourself on it. Tsukasa introduced you to his parents, and surprisingly, they were happy with you. You’d thought that with the Suou’s success for so many generations, they might be more careful, but they accepted you incredibly quickly. It was certainly odd, but not a bad thing for you at all. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with unsupportive parents who could make it hard for the duration of the contract- which had yet to be written.

“Oh, dear, do you have dresses?” the former duchess put down her fork. “I heard you weren’t able to bring much with you. I have some spares that may fit, if you’d like them.” 

“Mother! We will be getting the lady dresses of her o-” you cut off Tsukasa’s attempt at convincing everyone to let him take you to the dress shop again. There was no way that it’d be okay to take you to the dress shop with him again. You were not going to let that argument happen again. You’d take up the former duchess’s offer on that. 

The former duchess seemed perfectly happy with that decision, and thus Tsukasa sat defeated at the table. Victory and revenge for the years you lost off your life from the time at the dress shop. Maybe you should take Callie with you and visit Lili yourself- it wouldn’t be too hard to reserve a time if you were the future Duchess of Suou, right? Well, that’d be a thing for later. 

It was almost too good to be true- the Suou Estate and its people were simply so nice. Perhaps it was that the story was you were going to be the future Duchess of Suou, so of course, they had to be on your good side, but their acting skills were top notch if you assumed that they distrusted you. 

“You know what I noticed, my lady?” Callie walked beside you. You turned your attention to her. 

“They like it here. The people like working here. They’re treated nicely, paid well, and they feel like they’re part of a community. It’s really a wonder how everyone loves their jobs so much, even if this is the best house to work at.” 

You looked at Callie. She wasn’t done. She always had some sort of out-of-the-court statement to end any idea off with. 

“Please become Duchess Suou forever and let me live here happily for the rest of my life.” Ah, she caught onto your plans. Well, considering how well she knows you, there was really no point in hiding any of it from her. In fact, you might be able to count on her figuring you out before you could even figure yourself out.

You hurmored her, though both you and she knew that reality was often different than the hopes. 

Tsukasa didn’t swing by for the entire day. Perhaps he was busy- he was the Duke, after all. But maybe he was guilty about last night too. It made sense, and it would be ridiculous to expect him to act like he truly was in love with you. After all, it was a contract relationship, and you made that clear from the start- though, he’d always gone above and beyond, and this change was an odd change of pace.

“My lady, it’s one day without him.” Callie looked at you with the most “are you serious” eyes ever. 

“Oh,” was all you could give her. 

You spent the rest of the day familiarizing yourself with the place; it’d become your home- and in the unlikely event of Mairi’s return, you’d have to know where you could run. Though, it could be anywhere, because there were so many guards that you could simply yell and someone would hear you, quite possibly a good or bad thing depending on what was happening. It was good in the current situation, though, because someone was literally out for your head. Although, that meant a limited amount of privacy…

The next morning, Callie barged in to wake you up. She’d gotten her hands on something interesting from the market, which she visited last night without your knowing. It was a hair clip with a design similar to totoro. The author must’ve liked Totoro for a coincidence like this to happen. 

“It matched with one of the outfits, so I got it for you. I’m so kind, right?” Callie put it on you. You went along with it; of course she was.

When you made your way over to breakfast again, Tsukasa’s parents were as happy to see you as they were yesterday. They loved you a lot, perhaps a little overwhelmingly, but at least you could count on them if there was anything you needed. It was weird, though, how Tsukasa simply sat there. He didn’t try to involve himself in the conversation either, and he acted as if he didn’t even want to be there. 

This guy, who’d made the above and beyond effort to convince everyone he was in love with you, on your seemingly random request, was avoiding you? Out in the open? If he was tired of the act and wanted to drop it, he could’ve just dismissed you already. He could’ve said, “Pack your bags and go home.” or something, but he just couldn’t even acknowledge you. Even his parents asked him what was wrong, and it was simply “nothing”. 

Nonetheless, breakfast ended on a good note, and as you were walking out, Tsukasa had something to say. 

“My lady, is it possible for you to stop by my office?” 

He wanted to meet now? If he was ending your relationship there, then so be it. Perhaps you’d take up Callie’s suggestion of simply running away where no one could find you. You’d have to find a way to pay her, though. 

You agreed to meeting him now, since there really was nothing much else to do other than take walks, read books, and talk to people. 

As he opened the door to his office for the two of you, it became clear that he was nervous. Although, it was hard to understand why he was so nervous. After all, he was the Duke of Suou, and he could have just about anything he wanted. 

“Please have a seat. I will join you in just a moment.” He went over to his desk to fetch a bit of paper, and you took a seat in the sitting area. He was so formal that this was scary. Was this how he was with other people? Well, it really did make sense, given his background and past. It was just strange, such a stark contrast to what he’d shown before. 

“I…” he took a pause. “am aware that our relationship is meant to be contractual. I apologize if I have overstepped your boundaries by engaging in such activity before the terms have been set. However, I’ve written a draft contract, and the terms can be discussed.” You paused. That was what he was worried about? You almost laughed. He’d saved your life, and he was worried about boundaries? Honestly, that was far too sweet of him. 

You agreed to look them over. The basics of the contract were first: he’d protect you and be your fiance, and you’d offer your services as a sorcerer. There were other things like privacy and expected duties of either party, and all of them seemed good. 

After the last clause “With the agreement of both parties, the contents of this contract may be changed.” was a space for both of your signatures. Every time you agreed with a term, he let out a sigh, as if he was afraid of rejection. By the time you reached the end, he’d asked if there was anything you wished to change about the contract, and there weren’t any. Thus, his pen was used to sign both of your signatures, and the envelope containing the contract was stamped. 

The wax was the signature Suou red, the house seal imprinted into it- and beneath it were dried red camellias.

WORD COUNT | 3247 words

NOTES FROM QIAN | hi this series is extremely self indulgent. if you would like to join the taglist, please send an ask, thank you! [ tags in the reblogs ]

[kazemiya]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝗛𝗼𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝘅 𝗴𝗻!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐮, 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐮, 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝) 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 (?)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : the academy’s brightest or should I say ex-brightest, beaten by the unknown son of viscount. No one’s ever seen this boy before, so you start observing him, you’re just curious on how to beat your rival. Keep telling yourself that

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸), 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲𝘀, 𝗼𝗼𝗰 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 : 𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 :

First smau !! I’m excited even though I may not post vv often ? I’m still excited. I’m just afraid that it gets too boring or I’m not funny enough cause smaus are suppose to be funny ykyk

Pspsps this was inspired by observing Elena Evoy and its heavily inspired by it !! Chapters with writing will be marked with 「★」

Time stamps don’t matter !! And pictures are not a depictions of how reader looks like but I’ll try and find pics that are more gn!

If u cld reblog this pleasee it wld make me rlly happy !, also muaks to Lee for inspiration she’s the reason why this is even here

『𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭』 :

The wildcards | The royal dupes

『𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝟏』 — who is he ?

01. He beat- y/n ?

02. Talk of the town

03. stalker alert

04. The struggles of a scholarship student

05. Just pity or perhaps more

TBA

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : @kamiyatos @yuuyukisora @merahmudachuchu「send an ask if u change your url or if u want to be removed/added」 if ur irl is bolded means i cant tag u

[tokusaatsus]

a. subaru — lovelorn

warnings: potentially unrequited love, a single religious reference

Is it possible to yearn for someone who is already yours?

Subaru asks himself this question on the daily. It should not be possible—after all, to love is to belong. Heartstrings intertwined, the red thread of fate connecting you.

He loves you. He always has. He always has. It’s hard not to, after all. Your smile could devastate cities. You’re blinding. His soul is bonded to yours.

And yet.

There is an ache, something that he cannot quell. It forces him to reevaluate, to think. What if that love is simply not enough? It hurts, sometimes. All those things he cannot say, words swallowed up by the void of emptiness that is the thought of life without you. I don’t think this is working out. I’m sorry.

I don’t think I love you anymore.

But that’s a lie, isn’t it? Because he does, he does, he knows he does. What is he, without you? His heart aches; tell me, what is the difference between love and ruin?

You walk a fine line, a razor’s edge—that reckless, heady feeling. Throwing yourself into your own destruction. It’s dangerous, so very dangerous. To love is to lose, but he has lost enough already, hasn’t he? Subaru wonders if he’s just getting stuck in his own head.

How much is he willing to give up, in this hopeless pursuit?

Tell me, tell me. What does it mean when love just isn’t enough anymore? Was your love ever real in the first place? His heart cracks, breaks, shatters. He cries, folding his arms around himself. Daikichi noses at him, whining softly. Where is it, he says, to the empty air. Where is my love?

I don’t want to be alone, he had said once, and that is the crux of the matter. He loves and loves and loves and he loses and loses and loses. He has done it all, loved and lost in equal measure. Trickstar, the brightest star, Polaris, a guiding light; but who will help the boy in need of guidance?

He gets on his knees, prays. Father, who art in Heaven. He’s not religious. Still, the first time he ever heard those words, he felt them resonate with him. My father, in Heaven. Tell me, tell me. You gave up everything for what you loved. Am I destined to do the same?

I love you, Subaru says, desperately.

(Please believe me.)

You smile, Mona Lisa reborn. I know.

So why? He asks, pained.

(You are my everything.)

You simply stare, regret in every line of your face. I’m sorry.

Why isn’t it enough? He cries out, tears streaking down his face.

(My heart is breaking.)

Your eyes are sad. Some things just aren’t.

© tokusaatsus 2023

wc. 449 words

reze txt. something compelled me to do this. sorry. i swear i love subaru (and trickstar), enjoy, 🐼. i’m sensing a pattern in some of my works…

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[tokusaatsus]

h. kaoru — the beach

warnings: me being pretentious, mild references to suicide (via drowning)

“Tell me—if I told you that I loved you, what would you say?”

When he speaks, it’s slowly, hesitantly. It’s as though he’s carefully thinking through everything before it leaves his lips. You chew on the inside of your cheek as you think his words over. What brought this on, you wonder.

Kaoru braces his forearms against the rail of the balcony, leaning forwards as though he might tip over the edge and let himself fall. Right into the crashing waves below, a suffocating hug. You blink and there he is, his body torn to pieces by the cutting rocks, his blood webbing across the surface of the ocean. You blink and there he is, the salty sea breeze tousling his hair and brushing against his cheeks in a loving caress.

You find yourself jealous.

To be able to touch him so tenderly… You can, if you want to. You just have to reach out. There is nothing stopping you except your fear of interpreting everything—his smiles, his touches, his words—wrong.

You’ve never thought yourself a coward before, but Kaoru is something precious to you and to lose him would…well, maybe not destroy you. You’re not so naïve that you think a broken heart is the same thing as the end of the world.

Still, it would hurt all the same.

He watches you with furrowed brows as you force your wandering thoughts back into some semblance of order, probably trying to glean what information he can from the emotions that show on your face. You’ve always been an open book, or so he says. Things change, yes, but there are some universal constants and he is one of them. He’s always been like this, you reminisce fondly in the safety of your own mind. Prone to thinking, thinking, thinking—sometimes a little too much; don’t chase all those rabbits, Kaoru. You’ll get lost in the wonderland of your own head.

You giggle then, eyes bright; is this a confession?

Maybe, he replies, face blank, not betraying anything. Maybe.

Oh. You mouth the words, surprised despite yourself.

Then he smiles, a little dreamily. He looks wistful when he stares at you, like you can’t possibly be real. There’s a little bit of that in his eyes right now. It settles amongst the glints of gold in his sweet-grey eyes: here is a boy destined to be lonely, or so he thinks.

Here is a boy you love, lonely no more.

Your fingers twitch at your sides. In your chest, your heart gives a squeeze, aching with want. To reach out, to draw him close. Not yet, though. Not yet.

“Well,” You begin, testing the words on your tongue. “You’ll have to be a little clearer. Because if this is a hypothetical situation, as you say it is… If you’d confessed to me, hypothetically,” The emphasis you place on the word makes it clear you don’t believe that is truly the case. “I would’ve say yes.”

Now it’s his turn to startle, eyes suspiciously bright. He smiles once more, just as wistful, then turns his head to face the ocean once more. A single tear trickles down his cheek, and you step forwards to brush it away. “Crybaby,” You tease, fond as ever. Kaoru laughs wetly.

“Cut me some slack. The person I love told me they love me back. I’m allowed to get a little emotional.”

“Mm,” You hum, tracing the lines of his face with your thumbs. He leans into your hold, like a cat would. His eyeslids flutter shut, he watches you through his feathering lashes. The two of you stand there, silently, as the sun goes down.

No longer lonely, no longer breathless.

© tokusaatsus 2023

wc. 615 words

reze txt. when i tell you he is always on my mind, i mean it. sorry for being pretentious about how much i love him ♡ partly inspired by the beach by the nbhd

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[tokusaatsus]

t. leo — play it on repeat

warnings: insecurity

Leo can never stop thinking about you, and he thinks it might be becoming a problem.

There’s a constant melody playing in his head on loop, but he’s not complaining! This is good inspiration, something that will stick with him for a while. He can visualise the notes in his head, and hurriedly gropes around in his backpack for the sheaf of papers he knows is in there, somewhere.

They’re a little crumpled when he unfurls them, but he doesn’t complain. After all, any paper is good paper!

He begins scribbling, attempting to get this down pat before the tentative symphony his genius brain is forming is replaced with another one. This happens a lot—him losing the melody before he’s even finished crafting it, the cogs in his brain constantly turning, turning, turning.

He’s like a machine! Albeit a very clunky one, because his brain doesn’t really work the way it’s supposed to… No matter! Leo can already tell the song that he’s writing will be a good one. He can’t wait to show it to everyone…!

As he hums under his breath, he imagines your features following the path of the music. The dips and curves, tracing the slope of your nose and cheekbones with his fingertips the way he is wont to do, affectionately. The crescendo patterns itself after the swish of your hair and as the music hits its peak, he thinks of the way your fingers, fine-boned and delicate like a bird’s wing or a cat’s paw, move idly as you speak.

Perfect, perfect, perfect, this music is perfect—borne from his ever-thinking mind, riddled with thoughts of you, you, you.

The lyrics, too, start to form. Bird’s winged love, my heart yearns. Leo bites his lip. Objectively, he knows it’s good. Everything he writes is. He just wonders… Because it has to be perfect, obviously. If it’s not perfect, it’s not worth it.

And you are perfect, so you’re most definitely worth it. He has to make this worth something, to you. He wants to see that look in your eyes, the one you get when you spot something you adore. He wants to be the one to put that spark there. He wants, he wants, he wants so badly it hurts.

When he presents this gift to you, he needs to know that you will keep it in a special plce in your heart. It’s a selfish thought, Leo can’t claim your whole heart. But he’ll be satisfied with just a piece. Enough to secure his place there.

If you were here, you’d joke and tell him, my whole heart is yours, silly. You’re not here right now. But you will be. Soon, soon, soon. It will be morning and you will show up at his door with a bouquet of flowers, blinding as the sun, and you will offer him your hand.

He remembers. You smiled at him, once. He thinks of the curve of your lips, secretive and oh so lovely. You smile at him, and he falls in love all over again. Pretty, pretty, pretty, a smile like the moon. My dear, I love you so. You laugh, laugh, laugh and Leo loves, loves, loves.

© tokusaatsus 2023

wc. 533 words

reze txt. hbd leo! the only energy i could muster turned into... this. please enjoy, i put effort into it ;_; (spiritual gift for @akinachiri ♡ ily bff sooo sorry i cucked your husband /hj) title is from do i wanna know by the arctic monkeys

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[sakumz]

mayoi arashi and/or wataru 😭!!! congrats on 100 kyaaaaaa!! 🐏

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [ a. mayoi x gn reader ]

warning❗: slight ooc

genre 𑁍 : fluff

wc ⚘ :ㅤ

a/n ꕤ : someone talk to me, IMSOBORED... wanna be moots?ㅤ𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒

" y/n... " mayoi calls as he spots you sleeping at your desk, he couldn't help but brush away the stray hair covering your face.

what a sight he hopes will last, your peaceful face as you make your way to dream land. what are you dreaming of? are you happy in that dream? humming softly to a tune he couldn't and you probably don't recognise, you slowly opened your eyes.

" oh no! was I too noisy?! I'm sorry- " he jumped back and away from you, standing up facing you as he bowed and apologise for waking you up.

laughing softly at his sudden outburst, you pat his head to where he bows. mumbling an " it's ok, " as a yawn escapes your lips. he couldn't help but blush slightly at how adorable you look for a second.

" what do you need anyways? " you question.

" alkaloid... we don't have any idol activities so I'm free, wait what should we even do? now that we are forced on break? " he's taking one for the team, he repeats in his head.

to ask such a question to the person who was the caused of this break. would you hate him? but alkaloid was really clear off idol activities, there's really nothing they could do. no lives, no interviews, no fan meetings, nothing. everyone was pretty surprised when you even brought the news of alkaloid not having idol works for a week. was this some kind of punishment?

mayoi couldn't help but look away and think of all the possible outcomes, is this your way of eliminating alkaloid from the whole idol industry? sure they did cause trouble here and there especially around debut time. but isn't this a bit too cruel to strike them off? just when they were gaining the attention they deserved, at least he believed they deserved.

pursing your lips as you hummed, with your hand under your chin. you looked like you were thinking hard for your next words. he gulps as he awaits your response.

" a break, that's what you all deserved. don't you see that you've gotten a tad bit more attention? it's all thanks to your hardwork, so a break... take it? " so unsure with how the conversation plays out, both stare at each other in silence for a moment.

mayoi clears his throats before speaking up, " well what should I do then? " taking this as an opportunity to maybe offer a few ideas. you couldn't help but feel a little excited.

" have you been to a picnic date? " you start as he looks at you, full of attention or even extra full of attention.

" no... " he replies meekly.

" you're in luck then, we're going on a picnic date tomorrow, " you say smugly.

" but I haven't agreed yet? " mayoi counters as you laugh at the reply.

" you don't and won't have to agree, it's pretty obvious that you've got a crush. "

he couldn't help but cover his face in embarrassment. all the work of trying not to make it obvious was in vain.

" how? "

" tatsumi, aira and hiro actually told me about it. what great friends you've gotten. "

" wow... " speechless was all he could think before he felt you place a kiss to his cheek, making him blush more.

[ensemblestarscafe]

S. RITSU > Shenanigans <

Gender neutral reader

TW/CW: cuddling

Order type: Vanilla Latte (fluff)

Word count: 415

Written by: Yeul

Proofread: n/a

Writer’s note: ‘m bakc

The black haired boy sighs as he looks down at the marbled floor of your house. Deciding to settle down on the corner of the living room, he crouches as he watches the lights reflect off of the grey and white, dancing as if two koi fish were in a pond.

“Ritsu? What are you doing there, c’mon, stand up.”

With an echo, your voice reaches out to him as he reluctantly does so, bringing his bags along.

Yawning, he trudges up to you as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“‘m tired…”

“I know, I know…”

Smiling, you pat his head as you try to get him off of you. With a little bit of effort, he pulls away as you take some of his bags to the guest bedroom.

“Not your bedroom? That’s kinda sad…”

“Ritsu you slept on my bed last time and I didn’t have space to sleep on–”

“We could’ve cuddled but you didn’t.”

Sighing, you turn your way to your bedroom as he smiles in victory, red eyes crinkling into crescent moons. Laughing, he picks his pace up as he reaches the bedroom door faster than you do as he opens the door. Throwing his bags on the floor, he jumps on the bed, once again leaving no space for you to sleep on.

Ritsu pats the small sliver of space as you put his bags at the foot of the bed. Sighing, you usher him to move a little as you sit on the edge.

“No, no (Y/n), we’re gonna cuddle, not sit~”

“I don’t wanna cuddle right now…”

Gasping, Ritsu feigns offense as you chuckle in amusement, giving into his pleas as you lie next to him. His hands make way to you as he pulls you in, drifting off to sleep while you try to take your phone to text your boyfriend’s unit that he’ll be staying with you for a while.

Before you have the chance to open your phone, Ritsu takes the small device as he snaps a  quick picture of you two, then settling it down on the other side of the bed. Smiling in content, he settles down in a comfortable position as he sleeps, small snores within hearing range.

“You and your little shenanigans…”

Sighing in both amusement and fatigue, you turn to him as you cuddle him back, drifting off to dreamland.

Opening one eye, Ritsu smiles once again as he snuggles closer.

What a beautiful day indeed.

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[hasumilvr]

☆⠀𓈒⠀Keito H. - All things bright and beautiful, all kisses sweet and slow.⠀⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🖤

Based on suno’s new memenabe duet ♪

୨୧ Wc: 300+

The silent stare between you and Keito did not make it awkward, not at all. You thought to yourself, as his face ran through your silk-like hair, and slowly found itself feeling the warmth of your cheeks.

Of course it wasn’t awkward. It was between you. And the love of your life. It will never be awkward. Afterall, the exchanged stare was a secret message, the indicator that shows how badly he missed you. No one will crack the code, and not a single soul will know Keito can be quite needy sometimes, except you.

His left hand was fiddling with your hair, and his right caressing your jaw, each touch filled with passion and love. Then he closed the gap between you.

The love of your life is kissing you. In your room. On a Saturday night. Where you both get a break from all the overworking. How romantic. The hustle and bustle of the city felt silent for a second, and it did not come back the next either.

His lips were on yours, and his head tilting slowly to adjust to the perfect angle. A slow moment of bliss was all he needed to cure his lovesick brain. Not that it will ever be cured though, he’ll always fall for you.

You deepened the kiss, savouring every second of having your lips on his. Both you and his eyes were closed, as you felt the chilly air of the air conditioning hit your cheeks. Your heart, on the other hand, was warm. So were your hands that were rubbing circles on his back.

It wasn’t after a good old minute after the very needy Keito Hasumi decided he needed oxygen and broke the kiss. The sight in front of you was an adorable one — your love, his cheeks reddened, his glasses off, his eyes on you. You always knew he was easily flustered, yet you can’t help but fall for him more each time you see him like this.

“Ex vice president is very needy today. What a surprise.”

“Shut up. I just missed you too much.”

[sakumz]

haiii !! congrats on 100 follows !! if you just wanted someone to write for, can i suggest writing smt for tatsumi ? thanks smm and congrats again !!

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warning❗: slight ooc

genre 𑁍 : fluff

wc ⚘ :ㅤ

a/n ꕤ : ㅤ𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒

" so... there's this person, " you started as tatsumi looks up from the book he was reading and you placed down the shirt you were stitching up.

" go on, I'm listening. "

" he's adorable... but it's hard to tell if he's interested in me well I'm only saying this because eichi said I should stop beating around the bush? "

" I'm sure whoever this person is, they'll return your feelings. you're lovable. "

" well, the person is you. "

" pardon? " tatsumi looks at you, shocked and bewildered. seeing his expression got you to let out a few giggles as he could only pondered on.

" I'm saying I like you, " you said with full seriousness. he couldn't help but feel his throat go dry for a second.

" they say love is a dangerous game, you sure you want to play it with me? " he questions as you're now the shocked one.

" well we'll beat this game together. somehow? "

" haha, I'm just kidding. I like you too. "

thinking back of the memory of the time you confessed, nothing much changed between your relationship. becoming lovers felt like an upgrade from friends.

he's nice, there's certain routines you got used to. like reminding tatsumi to keep his eyes on the road and stop staring at you, he says you're just an amazing view he could never take his eyes off for a second but he loves listening to your voice and the little extra attentions he gets. so a quiet ride isn't something to expect.

looking at the band on your finger, you're married to the wonderful idol. life still felt the same except now you're both living together. maybe you did beat this game called love in your own ways with tatsumi.

[rinnelovebot]

A/N: I KNOW THE BANNER LOOKS FUCKED UP but it’s bc I don’t have access to the full cg yet.. anyway I had to get it out of my system. I’m so fucking in love with him

*ೃ༄ dressing room angel

“I quite like it; it suits me, I think.”

You’d been staring at Hiiro’s new personalized outfit within one of the various ES dressing rooms for at least an hour now — fiddling with the beads adorning his neck, the earrings that complimented his eyes almost devilishly well — just about everything, and you still wouldn’t say you were even close to being done yet. Hiiro wore a relaxed grin on his face, as if proud, but still waiting on your fully fleshed out input.

“It does,” you added, “It really, really does. It’s different from your first personalized outfit, but that’s the best part.”

The redheads grin grew wider at your words, sighing contently as one of your hands wandered up from his chest to his cheek, stroking soft skin with a gentle palm. “Ah, I’m happy to hear that… Anzu-san did an amazing job encapsulating my ideas, better than I ever could’ve.”

She did do an amazing job. You’d say that Hiiro’s always been a handsome young man, but this outfit in particular accentuated all of his finest qualities and amplified them to the point where you didn’t think you’d be able to look him in the eye for longer than five seconds without melting into a pathetic pile of goop.

Knowing that your initial inspection had passed, he stepped forward, allowing his hands to rest on your hips. Perhaps reflexively, yours wrapped around his shoulders in turn; In attempts to avoid growing too flustered at the closeness — and the overall sight of him — you filled the silence. “What do your friends think? Your brother?”

Hiiro chuckled under his breath. “Well, Mayoi-senpai and Aira reacted with a series of excited squeals, which I’d hope to be positive.” The way his lips grew closer wasn’t lost on you. “Tatsumi-senpai and Nii-san had more coherent things to say, though. I was relieved to hear that they liked it as much as I do.”

Yeah, that sounded accurate enough. You had no doubts that his colleagues would be just as insane about this as you had been. “Ah, also, the garters were Aira’s idea. He thought they’d bring a ‘healthy dose of hotness’ to my otherwise ‘handsome and pure’ image.” The amused lilt in his voice suggested that he noticed your affliction, but he didn’t want to tease you about it. He’d always been too kind for that.

You’d have to thank his little blonde peer later. “I see…” you whispered, feeling his breath upon your lips as the two of you gently swayed, gazing at one another intently.

The vast blue ocean of his eyes always seemed to draw you in, almost hypnotically so — no matter how great your efforts to avoid them. No one could ever look at you as fondly as Hiiro.

“Did it work?”

And just as he dipped down to finally give you what you wanted, you offered him a response. “You know it did.”

[tokusaatsus]

h. wataru — his bones are coral made

warnings: mentions of element, shakespeare references, wataru being wataru, feelings going nowhere

Half-hidden in the shadows cast by the thick velvet curtains, you stand and listen. Comparable to a ghost, or perhaps a phantom, but you’ve never been one for the spotlight.

A little strange for an idol student, yes, but you’ve always known your true calling lay beyond the allure of the stage and what it offered.

Blue flashes in the corner of your vision. You turn your head and your eyes fall upon none other than Hibiki Wataru.

He stands at center stage. An imposing figure; clear-cut, this boy who is not a boy, and even in this dim, empty room—devoid of an audience—he still shines. He recites his lines with vigour, even though they are appreciated by nothing but the empty air.

“And my ending is despair, unless I be relieved by prayer, which pierces so that it assaults mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardoned be, let your indulgence set me free.”

The Tempest, you think. Shakespeare. Fitting for a genius who will die on this stage, if not a little ironic. But Wataru has always loved his irony. You huff a soft laugh, smothered into your palm. His ears prick up at the sound; like a cat’s, like you knew they would.

Without turning his head away from the rows upon rows of empty seats, he speaks. “How kind of you to join me, my dear. Why don’t you come stand by my side, so that I may appreciate you one last time?”

You step out from your hiding place and onto the wood panelling of the stage, worn beneath your feet, stopping a few paces away from him. “Rather dramatic for a dead man walking, aren’t you?” His eyes narrow for a single moment, before his expression smoothes itself over. You are close enough to touch if he reached out, but not much else.

(He doesn't reach out.)

“Ah, but I’m not dead yet! that is the beauty of life—it always contains a surprise~” He produces from thin air a single red rose that he then presents to you with a bow and a flourish. You take it, charmed despite yourself.

“Hm,” you hide the upwards tilt of your lips behind the luscious petals. “And what reason does the dead man to-be have to be practicing his lines so soon to his closing performance? Nerves? Anxiety getting to you?”

“Haven’t you heard? All the world’s a stage, my dear!”

“As You Like It,” your gaze traces the crooked lines of his smile, searching for…something. Disgruntlement, maybe, or anger. Anything that might signify he has even a scrap of drive left in him, a will to fight back. But his face is an inscrutable mask. “Are you truly content to play along with Tenshouin-kun’s script?”

“Mm,” Wataru hums as he cocks his head to the side, so very like those doves he adores. “I will admit, it was rather hastily made. But beggars can’t be choosers, and I will perform my role as best I can. At the end of this performance, fine will emerge victorious.”

You purse your lips, disappointed yet refusing to show it. “I see.” It seems even now, he is unwilling to dispense with all his theatrics. You turn to leave. This farce has gone on long enough.

“My dear,” his tone gentles. He will not go so far as to plead, but this is something close to it. The closest you will get, perhaps, to hearing him beg. “Please do not be disheartened. While the Hibiki Wataru of the five Eccentrics may be felled today, the Hibiki Wataru of your heart shall live on. After all, the course of true love never did run smooth.”

“...A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” you say, with a roll of your eyes. His expression brightens when you respond, a sign that you are on your way to forgiving him—or, at the very least, you do not despise him enough to refuse him. You would not have played along otherwise. “Yes, I’m aware. But is it too much to hope that things could be simpler, for once?”

“Indeed. However, us five Eccentrics were never destined for simple things. We must reach for the stars, the highest peak we may attain. Amazing ☆! I, for one…” he pauses, gauging your micro-expressions. “Would be honoured to have you watch my final performance. My defeat would not be complete, were you not there to witness my tragic fall. You might even critique it later, if you so wished. What do you say?”

“I…” you hug your arms to your chest. Words fail you. “I don’t…”

He leans closer, his face scant inches away from yours. His eyes reflect the emotions you feel must show in your expression, a mockery of the turmoil swirling in your heart. “You would not deny me your companionship, would you? Consider it my dying wish. Don’t you know? Parting is such sweet sorrow.”

Your lip curls into a faint sneer. “Romeo and Juliet. You know I hate that play. I’m not a fan of when stupidity is fatal.”

“I do,” he agrees easily, a smile on his face. “Apologies, I simply got carried away.” One step forwards. One step back. “Well? What about it? Will you stay?” He takes your hands in his. It would be so easy to accept it…yet something stops you from doing so.

This does not escape his notice. Little does, actually. Wataru sighs, gives a fluid shrug of his shoulders. “Or perhaps, you do not wish to be associated with me? Well, I can see why. The pressure of being Hibiki Wataru’s lapdog proved to be too much for you to handle, hm?” His eyes are just a little too bright to be sincere.

You draw your hand back, stung and struggling to keep control of your composure. “If you really think that way, then you don’t know me at all.” Your voice wavers on the last few words.

It’s that, more than anything else, which seems to bring him back to himself. “Forgive me, my dear. I…got carried away, it seems. I do hope you will still consider my offer?”

You step away cautiously, distancing yourself from him with all the tenseness of a prey animal faced by a predator.

In a few hours, you’ll be watching from inside a glass box as a boy, whom you might grow to love in time, dies. Who’s to say that the Wataru who leaves the stage is the same as the Wataru who stepped onto it? Is this the last thing you want to say to him? Is this the last memory you want him to have of you?

Fuelled by a sudden burst of courage, you turn back around and press a swift kiss to his cheek before dancing back on quick feet. Feather-light, fleeting—as ephemeral as Wataru himself. He blinks, seemingly stunned, the first burst of true emotion you’ve seen him show today.

“I’ll watch it,” you say quickly, in a rush to get your words out. “I'll watch your execution. And Wataru?” He raises a curious eyebrow; go on. “I’ll keep my eyes on you the whole time. So…don’t just roll over and show your belly to fine. Give it your all, okay?”

Then the mortification sets in and you turn on your heel, towards the studio control room, heart racing in your chest. Wataru’s laughter sounds behind you. “Don’t worry, my dear! You won’t be able to look away.”

© tokusaatsus 2023

wc. 1.2k words

reze txt. truly, i do hate romeo and juliet. but i am a thespian, unfortunately, and so i had to do it. the title is a tempest ref. wataru… he intrigues me. i love it when feelings go nowhere. enjoy pining in your ambiguity.

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[sakumz]

haii congrats on 100 followers :33 if you dont mind could you write for himeru,,

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𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [ HiMERU x gn reader ]

warning❗: slight ooc

genre 𑁍 : fluff

wc ⚘ :ㅤ

a/n ꕤ : enjoy anon!!ㅤ𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒𓂃𓈒

" quit trying to hit on the producer, " was all HiMERU said to get rinne to sit back on his chair.

" you're no fun, what a party pooper! " rinne laughs off as niki came back with various drinks in hand to hand his members and you.

currently at cinnamon cafe with the gang to discuss idol work, rinne couldn't help but mess around with you. especially trying to make you express various emotions that very night.

hearing you laugh from rinne's corny jokes was music to HiMERU's ears. hearing you pout and scold in a tiny voice to avoid onlookers was something HiMERU can't admit out loud that he finds it cute. when rinne asks a question that night that got you humming was an adorable small detail HiMERU notice from all the meetings he's gone with you so far.

it was love at first side for HiMERU when he met you. your simple greeting and smile was enough to pull him to you. your kindness and dedication to the other idols was pulling him to you as well. whenever you met and when you greet him and ask him about his day, made him feel wanted and somehow feels like you're talking to an unmasked HiMERU. his true self, he wanted to show you that and he ought to see all sides of you too.

" earth to HiMERU! " he hears someone calling him before a finger was pressed to his nose.

it was you. the action got everyone laughing, even kohaku and a certain red head was laughing a little too much for his own good. feeling kohaku slide over a tissue to his side on the table, he gave a curious tilt and kohaku response was a point to his nose.

" y/n touched that spot? " HiMERU questions as another chorus of laughter erupts from the table.

" check it out, " niki opens his phone to selfie mode before pointing it to HiMERU.

HiMERU can't help but feel slightly embarrassed, offended and maybe a tiny bit of happy. well he made you laugh twice today, maybe more. however you put whipped cream on his nose!

HiMERU wipes the whipped cream off before getting up from his seat to wipe his hands on you, much to his dismay kohaku stops him. as the group laughs once more. leaving the blue haired man to sigh and wipe his hand on the tissue that was offered by kohaku.

" shall we finally get down to business? " kohaku asks as the group stops laughing.

" nah, I enjoy our loverboy acting all lovey dovey. dude, get down to confessin' yeah? " rinne slaps the back of HiMERU in an attempt to encourage his friend as HiMERU shot him a death glare.

" HIMERU can't confess if you idiots are all here. "

" so you admit you like them huh? "

" shut up rinne, let's leave our love birds alone. can we end this meeting so I can whip out something in the kitchen? " niki suggested as the three got up to hide somewhere close by but far for your eyes to see, leaving you alone with HiMERU.

letting out a deep breath as you jump from the sudden sigh that escapes HiMERU's lips. he says, " what if HiMERU says HiMERU likes you and can't get you out of his head? what will you do? "

" I'll tell him I like him too. " was all he needed to hear before telling you everything he's been wanting to tell you from the moment he met you.

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if you're still taking requests can i req grabbing onto the other's hand out of nervousness + himeru :3

— 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙃𝙊𝙇𝘿 𝙈𝙔 𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿. HiMERU

prompt 12 grabbing onto the other's hand out of nervousness

content himeru flirts with you, he calls you darling n dear once or twice, might be ooc, horror movie date?

(n.) — too long long for you himerups. enjoy this you sick fucks... (derogatory)(affectionately)

HiMERU wasn't exactly sure what is he signing himself up for when he decides to agree on letting you take him out on a date — especially so out of the blue like this.

He trusts you, but he sees just how much you've been hanging out with Rinne these past few days; he can't help but worry that you two had made some sort of bet behind his back and is currently trying to pull a prank on him or something.

So imagine his surprise when you suddenly pulled out a pair of tickets to a cinema the very next day — not just any movie, it was a ticket to a horror one, to be fact.

HiMERU sighed deeply, shaking his head slightly. He was absolutely sure that Rinne had actually made you do this.

"... Please don't hesitate to tell HiMERU if Amagi has been harassing you lately. HiMERU will make sure to deal with him accordingly for you, my dear." He said, his voice looming with annoyance at the mere thought of that idiotic red hair. Just the mere thought of his hair is enough to drive HiMERU near insanity.

"He didn't convince me to do this! I can handle scary stuff, y'know!" You huffed angrily, pouting at your boyfriend for even thinking that Rinne was the reason behind you buying tickets to a horror movie with your own hard-earned money.

"Hm, really...?" HiMERU pondered, now reminiscing the memories he can recollect from that one time you both went into the haunted house together.

"As far as HiMERU can remember, the last time we went inside a haunted house together, you—"

"Shutupshutupshutup! I've changed! I'm not a scardey cat anymore!" You instantly shut him up, your face flushing red from embarrassment as he reminds you of a memory you desperately wish to forget.

HiMERU couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ears with such a soft look on his face.

"Of course, dear. HiMERU was only messing around with you, he believes that you've truly changed." HiMERU said, smiling fondly at you as he gently caresses your cheek lovingly.

"H-HiMERU...?" You chuckled sheepishly at the sudden affection, feeling your own heartbeat picking up as it beats right out of your chest. You are sure that even he could see just how flustered you are from your face right now.

"... But HiMERU never said for the worst or for the better."

"HiMERU—!!"

"Fufu, of course, he is just joking. Please forgive HiMERU, he simply cannot help but tease you sometimes. You are just too cute."

... And what happened to the cute interactions between you two just now? What happened to that. Why are you two watching a horror movie after particularly flirting with each other?

It is your idea, yes — but you didn't think it'd spook you out this much. This movie is going to be the death of you literally.

You turned to look at HiMERU and he didn't seem too fazed at all — especially during the scene that made you jump in your seat. He seems... Too nonchalant.

Him not being fazed by any of it is kind of scary than the whole movie itself, honestly.

You gripped the armrest, looking back at the screen with such a nervous look on your face while it remains pale. It was so obvious to HiMERU that you were scared.

Normally, he would've comforted you, but this was your idea — it was your decision to decide on watching a horror movie.

Shortly after that, a jumpscare appeared on the screen, it must've spooked you so badly since you were now holding onto his hand tightly as you backed further into the seat, completely shaken by it.

HiMERU chuckled lightly before squeezing your hand firmly, looking at you with a smile on his face.

"And you said you aren't a scardey cat anymore?" He asks, chuckling quietly at your reactions.

"Shut up..." You mutter out of embarrassment more than anything as you sink further down onto your seat, your hand still placed in a tight grip on top of his.

He chuckled once more, finding all of your actions to be so endearingly cute he can't even be mad anymore, but it's not like he was in the first place.

"It's alright, dear. You can hold my hand for as long as you want to."

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hope im not late !! but can you do keito w prompt no.3 (the slightly jealous one BUT its keito . hes the most jealous man ever) ? feel free to delete btw

— 𝘾𝙐𝙋𝙄𝘿 𝙄𝙎 𝙎𝙊 𝘿𝙐𝙈𝘽. h. keito

prompt 3 , getting slightly jealous while out, so they grab onto their partner's hand to establish their relationship

content ooc keito in a way? themes of jealousy but nothing not too serious, he's just pouty n clingy n kinda pathetic in a way...

(n.) — this one kinda jus farted out of my brain at 12 am while working on my homewor ...

There's only two ways he'll combat the feeling of jealousy pitting inside his heart. It was either overworking himself to the point forgetting he was even jealous in the first place due to the tiredness or at this moment;

Suck it up and deal with it.

It is quite annoying. He has planned this date a week prior but then of course they have to appear all the sudden like this during your date.

He stayed as close as possible, but far enough to only hear incompressible chattering from your conversation with your friend while occasionally side eyeing you two — full on offensive criminal side eye, just patiently waiting for you two to stop talking.

He is bitter to say the least, and maybe — just maybe — a bit jealous of your friend. He doesn't know if it's because of the jealousy or what not, but he thinks they're just doing this on purpose.

He really shouldn't remember this incident since this should be the least of his worry; but on your last date, you two saw them too. Or him only, at least.

And how long has your conversation with them have prolonged for? Around 20 minutes already? He is absolutely bitter right now. Just how he wish he could grab you by the hand and pull you away from the conversation so you two could focus on the rest of the date — just the two of you together.

Alas, it's simply but an intrusive thought; something that he will not act upon since he doesn't want to seem like a controlling or possessive lover, so he results to simply waiting around, hoping that your conversation will end soon.

But as it goes on, he grows more impatient and perhaps even more envious of that friend of yours. Impatiently tapping on his foot, adverting his gaze from you and to the streets every second that passes.

It's been too long to his liking.

What? Are you supposes to be out on a date with him or them? It's ridiculous. How incorrigible.

He mindlessly watches as people walks around, all with lives of their own and he would give anything just to no longer be in this situation right now — to walk around mindlessly, holding hands with you like how he had envisioned when he had planned this date a week prior.

His eyes then suddenly trailed to the random couple walking down the street; they looked more than happy to be in each other's presence, holding hands with such love in their eyes only meant one another...

Just watching them made his heart sink out of jealousy. That was supposes to be you and him if your friend hadn't appear out of nowhere like this.

More so, the only way he could explain the emotions he's feeling right now is jealousy. He is jealous as much as he hates to admit it — the realization only made something inside of him snapped as his body subconsciously moved towards you without him even thinking.

He turned to look at you two and saw that you were way closer than before, laughing, giggling with each other as if you two are the one out on a date here.

Sometimes, not even he can take it anymore.

He had quickly gotten himself between you two and took a hold of your hand so shamelessly it was quite scary to see, distancing you and your friend away from each other slightly before he steps closer to you while gently grabbing a hold of your hand.

He faced you with an expression not even you would think he'd ever make in public; he was pouting. Without even saying a word, he gently kissed you on the lips before facing away from you with his hand still was wrapped around yours, squeezing it slightly as if telling you continue on your conversation like he wasn't there.

Luckily to him, your friend quickly saw the sign and excused themself. They made sure to say goodbye to Keito too just in case they've gotten in his bad side or something. (Would've been better if they didn't, now he's going to plan out dates with you far from here since he doesn't want them to interrupt any of them ever again.)

And finally, just how he wished for; you two are finally alone to spend the rest of the day however you pleased. Without anyone interrupting.

Sometimes you seriously can't even defend your boyfriend and his actions, but you must admit that he was cute in a way just now.

"C'mon... It was only 20 minutes." You giggled quietly, bringing his backhand to your lips and planting quick kisses on it as you intertwined your free hand with his other hand.

"... Then so be it." He muttered out with another small pout on his face as his cheeks flushed pink before he completely buries his face deep into the crook of your neck.

It is embarrassing for him to just suddenly do that — especially in front of your friend, but it doesn't matter anymore... At least not to him. He hugs you tighter, now wrapping his arms around your waist as he only but huddled closer to you for ever last bit of affection he had craved for the last 25 minutes.

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can i request prompt 9 (innocently fiddling with the other's finger then trapping them) with rinne please? thank you

— 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓. a. rinne

prompt 9 , fiddling w the other person's fingers and then trapping them.

content , rinne amagi (derogatory), he lost your wallet but found it again, wont tell you how tho...

(n.) — i think i shld make a synopsis but my brain is melting... brief synopsis ; he lost your wallet n shit an now you both homeless ! (joke)

You huffed angrily as you continue to mindlessly scroll down your phone, still standing right next to the man who was in all of his glory eating the crêpe he had bought with your money that he had lost.

Rinne glances back at you ever so slightly only to realize that when you said you were pissed off at him, you really did meant it this time because you hadn't talked to him at all in the past 30 minutes.

But, he'll admit — it is his fault this time. He fucked up big time, he should've paid more attention to your wallet but what can he even do now?

You were mad at him for losing your wallet and yourself for even trust him with it in the first place and now you're both stuck there until some kind person finds you your wallet and gives it back to you.

You're just praying that it isn't in someone else's house right now since you had quite a lot of money in there along with important stuffs.

He glances back at you one last time, now feeling a bit guilty for losing your wallet. He knows apologizing will not do anything, but he wants to make you feel better somehow about this.

He leans onto you slightly, his head nearly making contact with yours in a playful manner.

"C'mon, baby. I'm sorry, 'kay? I know I fucked up big time, but this won't happen ever again." He sighed, trying to make himself sound as sad as possible now that he sees you're still ignoring him. "The least you could do is say something t' me, yer so cruel for ignoring me, y'know..." He sobbed out fake tears.

"Rinne Amagi, you lost my fucking wallet!" You snapped back angrily as you tried to push his heavy ass away from you.

"But it was an honest mistake! Even someone like me can make mistakes, y'know?"

"An "honest mistake"...?! You're an honest mistake!" You huffed out angrily one last time before finally pushing him away from you before turning your back on him out of anger.

He sighed quietly, looking at you with a visible frown on his face, the ice cream inside the crêpe soon beginning to melt due to being left out for too long, but he didn't even felt like eating it right now.

He had bought it for you both, thinking it would be kind and romantic for him to share it with you even though he used your money to buy it, but it was clear you wanted nothing to do with him right now. And to think that he bought your favorite flavor too even though he doesn't like it.

He sighs in defeat as he looks away from you and mindlessly ate the last bits of the crêpe while his free hand subconsciously finding its way towards you and fiddled with your fingers innocently, as if he did not just lost your wallet.

You huffed out in annoyance, watching his fingers intertwined with yours. Despite how annoyed you are with him right now, you didn't made any move on pushing his hands away from yours at all.

You don't know what he's trying to do, but he's dead wrong if he thinks he can just fix this whole thing up by holding your hand.

... But still, it's kind of cute. You guess.

Silence enveloped the two of you once again as he quietly finishes off the crêpe all by himself as he fiddles with your fingers innocently before trapping them in his hands — he has no intention of letting go of your hand anytime soon now.

"I'm really sorry for losing your wallet, 'kay? I'll get ya the plush you wanted at the arcade after we find yer wallet." He said, holding onto your hand tightly with a face showing visible guilt for what he had done.

You huffed, squeezing his hand slightly. You were obviously still mad at him, but you couldn't stay mad at him for long either, and it was a change of pace to finally see him taking full responsibility for once.

"You better, dumbass."

He nods as he places a quick kiss on your forehead as an apology while his free hand went to pat at the rear pocket of his pants and felt something familiar to a wallet.

How strange, he swears he didn't bring his wallet with him at all today.

... Or —

He patted on it multiple of times before finally pulling it out of his pocket, and lo and behold — it was your wallet within his hands.

Rinne was more shocked than you were because he was sure that he had lost it and it wasn't with him the whole time. He doesn't even know whether to feel relieved or not right now.

"W-well... Look at that! Our case's solved, ya have your wallet back!"

"Rinne Amagi." You spat out his name in a rather threatening manner as you look at him dead in the eyes.

"Hey, at least we don't hafta waste our time lookin' around for this thing anymore!" He tried to reason with you, but it only leads to him having his ear pulled by you.

"O-ow, ow, ow, ow! hey, quit it! This is not a funny joke anymore, this is a Rinne abuse, I tell ya! Yer abusing your Rinne!"