Part 2 (older brothers) , Part 3 (younger brothers) , Part 4 (dateables)
A continuation written by @curatoroffiction <3
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Summary: MC accidentally shows interest towards an otome game ad and the brothers can't help but see themselves reflected in the characters.
C/W: None. Second hand embarrasement, perhaps? And a few bad words, but that's it.
A/N: This is the first part of an anon request that I'll post in a couple or few days. I wrote it as a standalone, but later edited it because I thought it could fit nicely and give a nice context to the requested headcanons.
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There are evenings at the House of Lamentation when time seems to freeze. The whole family, of course MC included, silently decides to spend their free hours in the common room and cuddle next to the fire as each of them does something different.
Lucifer, who although has both the round table and the desk next to the fireplace available for use, is balancing a folder on top of his crossed legs, sitting on the armchair between the two sofas. He is frowning, concentrated, and the drag of his quill is one of the only noises interrupting the silence.
Next to him, tapping his fingers on the side of one of the sofas, is Satan. He’s reading a light novel, unconsciously pouting and shaking his head at whatever is written on the yellowed paper. The rest of them will probably hear everything about it during dinner.
Asmo and Levi are sharing low whispers beside him, working on a costume design for some RAD function that has had them talking about fabrics, measurements and “fun” details for a couple of weeks already. Whenever they seem to disagree, Levi pulls out his DDD and frantically writes a private message for his brother, who only rolls his eyes and sighs as he pulls out his phone to read and answer.
Everybody knows the final product will be stunning.
In front of them, the second sofa is packed to the brim. MC is in the middle, comfortably settled under Mammon’s stretched arm as they both scroll though their phones. Beel is by her other side, focused on chewing on some stubborn taffy candies; and Belphie is laying down on top of the three of them, sleeping deeply under the warmth of Lucifer’s coat.
The air is stuffed, and is kind of uncomfortable. Their bodies ache from the prolonged lack of movement, and some of them are even wondering if they lost track of time and somehow forgot dinnertime. Sure, Beel has a wonderful sixth sense for such cases, but, who knows? Maybe he’s too relaxed and content to care.
The only thing powerful enough to finally pull them back to the present so far has been the noise MC just did at her phone. A hum, full of interest, was what made the whole room finally fall into true, undisturbed silence. No quill, nor whispers, nor pages turning or chewing. Just the fire cracking and six demons shamelessly staring at a human.
And MC hasn’t even noticed yet.
There she is, still staring at her DDD with a tilted head and appreciating eyes.
It isn’t until Mammon awkwardly clears his throat that she looks up and raises her eyebrows in surprise.
“What are ya watchin’, MC?” he asks, trying to act casual despite his wondering eyes.
The rest of the brothers are staring silently, obviously curious as they wait for her to answer.
“Anything interesting?” insists Satan as he carefully closes his novel and places it on the side table.
“Anyone interesting?” adds Asmo, raising his eyebrows and letting his tongue peek out between his pursed lips. Levi looks away from his tablet at that, and gasps at the implications of the question, but ends up focusing on her too.
Lucifer finally stops his work as well, letting the quill fall in its stand with delicacy. The soft click of the metal nib against the glass echoes across the room.
“Oh, it’s nothing” she answers quickly with an awkward chuckle, suddenly nervous under all the attention. Lifting her phone, MC rolls her eyes and shrugs. “I just saw one of those cringey ads for an otome game and it’s just… I don’t know, the designs weren’t that bad”
“A what game?”
Quite obnoxiously, Mammon leans over her and stares blankly at her phone, but she scrolls up and, suddenly, another video is playing. Without asking permission, he grabs it and starts scrolling back.
“Dude…!” MC mutters with annoyance, stealing it back right from his fingers before he can see anything.
“Whoa!” he yelps. “No need to get violent!”
“I didn’t even hit you, you crybaby”
“I ain’t no crybaby”
Someone scoffs as MC looks at him in disbelief.
“Are you sure about that, Mammon?” intervenes Asmo with a giggle, and then watches in amusement as his brother stammers at the insult. “From my point of view, you love to complain when MC is around”
“Even when MC is the one telling you off” adds Levi, going back to sketching on his tablet in between indiscreet glances.
At the far end of the group, Lucifer closes his eyes in disappointment and nods.
“Pretty pathetic” he sighs.
“C’mon y’all! What’s with the insults? I didn’t even do anything yet!”
“Yet?”
Mammon’s eyes widen in surprise when MC repeats the word. He laughs, nervously, before choosing to avoid their judgemental stare by completely turning his body in the opposite direction, accidentally knocking Belphie away in the process.
They all cringe as he falls unceremoniously to the floor, but, thankfully, his head is cushioned by the carpet.
“What the…?” he groans, getting up as slowly as a new-born fawn.
“Mammon” Beel growls at the same time, sending daggers at his older brother before helping his twin get up.
“See what you did, Mammon”
“WHAT”
MC sighs, letting her head fall back and staring at the ornate ceiling with what feels like the beginning of a headache. Lucifer and Mammon continue to bicker loudly, with some of the other brothers chiming in from time to time. Then, once Belphie finally comes to terms with the weight of his own body, being more awake than he’d prefer, he sits on the edge of the sofa and pushes them to the side, squishing them together and suddenly ending the conversation.
“A little bit more careful, man!” yelps Mammon, half of his body under MC’s as she is forced to place one of her legs over his to make room.
“Now you want to be careful?” he spits in response.
“Oh my God, guys, shut up”
“ME, shut up?!”
“It’s hopeless, MC” Satan interrupts, exhausted. “You should know by now how they get with every little thing”
Hearing this, Lucifer rolls his eyes and chuckles, and when the blond turns to look at him with a frown, he pointedly offers that annoyingly sadistic grin of his and goes back to his documents.
“Well, don’t exclude yourself” he murmurs, eyes half closed in arrogance.
“You piece of…!”
“Okay, okay” intervenes MC, sitting forward and shaking her hands in the air to catch everybody’s attention. It works, and they all look in her direction with a slight hint of irritation that softens at the mere sight of her. “Let’s all just… relax and go back to peaceful silence. How does that sound?”
A mixture of childish groans shortly fills the room before finally going back to silence. Lucifer grabs his quill, Satan huffs and opens his book again, and Asmo and Levi focus on his tablet once more. Beel and Belphie begin talking about things MC can’t entirely understand (shared dreams and infinite appetite), and, next to her, Mammon spreads his arm and allows himself to place it over MC’s shoulders, with his hand left hanging right beside her face.
Thankfully, he smells like his usual cologne and not sweat, or his favourite ramen’s spice packet, or that boujee alcohol from the casino he goes to.
Unfortunately, he’s a damn liar and a thief with fast hands, and MC doesn’t even have the opportunity to resume her scrolling before he snatches her phone away and flies to the other side of the room to avoid her scolding. His brothers stop their activities almost instantly, looking up at him with great interest.
“Oh, you’re so fucking dead, you fucking demon”
“C’mon, MC, it’s just a quick peep”
“Give me back my phone, FIEND”
Seeing her jump over the twins, away from the couch in his direction, Mammon screeches and flaps his wings to get closer to the ceiling.
“Why do you say it like that??” he yelps in a panic.
“Like that, like what?”
“Like it’s a bad thing! I just want to see what was the big deal!”
“It’s not even that interesting” she shouts in respond, looking up at him with poorly restrain fury and shame.
Seeing right through her, Mammon momentarily forgets his distress and grins wickedly, wasting no time searching through her phone. Her frustrated groan is muffled by a voice coming from behind.
“Then why are you being so defensive?”
With her heart beating its way up her throat, MC turns around and stares right at Satan, who is smiling with his usual cordiality and that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. The other brothers share similar looks, peeking over their shoulders and their respective seats to study her reaction with giggles and raised eyebrows.
She wonders if this is what being another member of the family, and not the favourite, is truly like.
“Damn, MC” says Mammon.
They all turn to him again, only to find him standing on the floor with eyes wide and a frantic smile. Like an evil child with an evil lollipop. MC doesn’t waste time getting her phone back from his evil hands, but he’s seen everything he needed by now and he is not going to be merciful to her about it. Evil demon. “That is the type of games you like? You’re more of a pervert than Levi!”
“I don’t like the game, I just said the designs weren’t that bad” she shrugs, ignoring said brother’s offended gasp and walking away while still hiding her phone screen; although that seems pretty useless now. “Like… I don’t know, the horns were nice, and the spikes… and one of the other guys had a tail and scales, those were cool too-”
“Cool, you say?” Asmo interrupts her, studying her from under his lashes with accusation and fiery interest.
Although his charm doesn’t work on her, MC finds herself unable to keep looking at him. Her fingers are tingly and her chest feels like it’s about to burst.
“Or hot” she admits with a shrug, now avoiding all of their stares as her voice gets wobbly and her cheeks get warm enough to cook a whole dinner.
“Hot” Lucifer repeats; and she knows he has that shit-eating grin of his right now.
“Yes” she says through clenched teeth, but they all hear her clearly.
Beel perks up, blushing a little and switching between looking intensely at her and hiding his gaze behind his twin’s figure.
“We have horns” he mentions offhandedly, like they’re talking about the weather.
“I know”
She has thought about grabbing their horns like a handle and pulling them towards her for a kiss; or more.
“I have scales” adds Levi in a tiny voice.
“I know”
She imagines them soft to the touch, hard and slippery. She wonders if he hides more of them under his clothes.
“My tail has spikes”
She doesn’t answer that, and instead turns around and looks at Belphie with murderous intent.
He has hugged her with his tail more than once, and the prick from his spines (more like thorns from a rose) carried a pinch of pleasure with the ache. MC had wanted him to tighten his hold around her more than once, and had imagined those spikes leaving a print in the soft skin of her torso and legs, but never said anything about it, and hoped he never knew.
Would he suspect now?
He’s smiling softly, almost innocently, but she knows better than to trust his appearance.
Mortified, not trusting herself to say anything, MC shows them the middle finger as she bee-lines towards the corridor, and walks through the darkness in long strides. Almost sprinting.
“Good night, everyone!” is the only thing she says once she’s out of reach.
A chuckle or two escape the common room, and MC swears her DDD is going to break if she tightens her hold around it any stronger.
“Are you going to skip dinner?” she hears Lucifer. Mammon cackles at that, and she doesn’t bother to answer.
If she’s lucky, the brothers will slowly forget about this and life will peacefully go on without the subject being brought up ever again; sparing her the embarrassment of them knowing she finds them hot.
It's nice to say "I love you" — Beelzebub likes to tell you that when the two of you are alone — but there's an even better phrase he likes to hear.
You said it to him one random night, very late into the night. He was watching a movie on TV that piqued your interest so you decided to stay. It was long, though. Demons have a different sense of time than humans do. Their movies can go on for hours and hours.
The film was interesting, no doubt about it, but your eyelids grew heavy and you began listing to the side. The spicy chips and savory snacks Beelzebub continued to offer did nothing to ward off exhaustion. His upper arm became your pillow as you sunk back into the couch cushions. At some point you even began snoring. It was hard to hear the movie.
The credits began rolling long past midnight.
Beelzebub whispered, "Hey."
He slightly wiggled his elbow until you raised your face, eyes half-closed. Your cheek was red from being pressed against his bicep, and his arm suddenly felt cold without you on it.
"Want me to carry you back to your room?" he offered. There was nobody with more experience carrying sleeping people than Beelzebub. He was proud of his skills.
You shook your head.
Beelzebub did not want to leave you in the living room. You deserved privacy and a chance to sleep in. He moved his arm again when he felt you slide against him, slumping your shoulder into his side and nuzzling your face back into sleeping position.
Beelzebub made an executive decision. "I'll take you back, let's go."
Part of a chip rolled onto the floor when he stood up. You toppled over onto the open couch seat with a cranky groan but didn't put up a fight when he scooped you into his arms.
"I wanna stay with you," you sighed, reluctant for your journey to the bedroom to end. Your legs dangled over his arm, occasionally bumping into each other. You grabbed the front of his shirt in a weak grip.
Beelzebub eyed you, tired and somewhat delirious in your current state. Defenseless.
"I don't think that's safe," he responded. Strong as you were, you were no match for him if you didn't have the mental clarity to wield your pact magic.
"But you make me feel safe," you replied, letting his shirt fabric fall through your fingers as you brought your hand down.
Beelzebub carried you down the hallway a little further and then slowed to a stop. A flush was spreading across his face. His stomach started doing flips and his muscles tensed.
Here was a demon, a fierce, malevolent entity with misdeeds so vile that history would only preserve them through terrified whispers. In his arms, a human. A being of skin and bones who was fated to last no more than a century. One wrong move in the Devildom and you were done for.
His heart felt like it was melting. The weight of your words was heavier than you were, weighing on his mind like a mountain of sand. Nobody had told him that in a very, very long time. Even for a demon. He made you feel safe. You made him feel a certain way, too. Though he couldn't put it into words as easily as you could.
Beelzebub brought you up higher and nestled you against his chest so he could rest his chin on your head. Your breathing was slow, so you must have dozed off again. Or maybe you were never fully awake to begin with.
He had to get you to bed, to tuck you in and make sure you fell asleep in the privacy of your own room. Beelzebub decided along the way that you might feel safer if he stayed with you. It would be cramped but you would feel warmer, and his body could shield you from nightmares, and he could tell you he loved you first thing in the morning when you woke up. That sounded nice.
request from anon: Hiiiii! First of all, I want to say that I love your imagines, and your writing is impeccable! Could you write an imagine of Luffy proposing to the reader? Thank you!
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cw: fluff, established relationship, a little cringe, fem!reader, nervous Luffy, mentions of Luffy's trauma, swearing, proposing, kissing, minor spoilers if you are not caught up to Wano, no usage of Y/N, not proofread
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The afterparty in the Flower Capital was loud and inviting, the people of Wano celebrating the defeat of Kaido and their subsequent freedom — none the wiser that the man who lead that freedom was sitting running around beside them because he did not want to be seen as a hero. He didn't want a pirate to be the reason for their freedom, so he passed that on to Momonosuke.
Luffy, the newest Emperor of the Sea, ran around with Yamato — playing games and eating all of the food he could get. Why wouldn't he? It was all free food because it was a celebration, that is essentially a wet dream for him.
"Yama-o!" Luffy shouted to the man who was literally right beside him, beaming up at him with his cheeks puffed out with food, "Lesh goh ov'r dere!" He pointed to another food stand with a hand that was currently holding a skewer, hopping on his feet as he already started to run over without waiting for a response.
Yamato grinned, but quickly stammered as he realized that he was just left behind, "W-Wait up, Luffy!" He laughed, chasing after the rubber captain with heavy footfalls.
You had watched them run past you, shaking your head fondly as you turn your attention back to Tama — who was patiently seated on your lap as you did her hair, "Uwahh! Big bro sure has a lot of energy!" Tama admired, shifting in your lap as if Luffy's energy transferred to her and made her want to chase him.
"He sure does," You tell her gently, easing her to sit still on your lap again so her hair wasn't messed up from the movement. You looked up in the direction he went once more, only to find that he was no longer beside Yamato. The man in question was now beside Momonosuke, his expression seemingly nervous as he avoids looking in your direction altogether. Your captain, your boyfriend, was missing.
Your relationship with Luffy had started a good two years ago now, just after Enies Lobby had happened — just after Luffy got his act together and realized that he really should start taking things more seriously lest he want to lose the people he loves again. That feeling bled into how he handled himself as a captain and into his relationships with the crew. He was closer to them now, more protective, but all the more so with you. You had joined the crew a little after Nami had, but before Usopp, when they stopped at a small island before Syrup Village. You were cool to him, so he had simply asked you.
You agreed because you were bored… and because it felt nice to belong.
According to what Robin had told you, he had the conversation about feelings with his grandpa first after their brief squabble cooled down — in the quieter moments after he learned (and frankly didn't care) who his father was. Then according to Nami, who denied ever eavesdropping despite giving you information that was only obtained though eavesdropping, he had asked Koby and Helmeppo during his conversation with them. She mentioned that the two men startled so bad that they fell off the rock they were on, but still gave him the best advice they could despite being single men themselves — and that Luffy only really listened to what Koby said.
He had finally asked the question after Usopp rejoined the crew, after they escaped his grandpa with a coup de burst — while his adrenaline was still high and he couldn't chicken out of it. You said yes, and you hadn't regretted it since.
Technically speaking, your relationship was only a few months long due to the two years you spent separated from him. That didn't matter to either of you though, as you still loved each other completely during that time — you were his motivation to get stronger. He wanted to protect you better. He also wanted to protect the whole crew, but he really wanted to be enough for you. He knew if you were there that you would tell him that he already was enough, but at that moment he didn't feel like he was.
He couldn't even protect his brother who was right in front of him. How could he ever protect you if he couldn't save him? You're strong, he knows that… but so was Ace. Ace was strong, but he died protecting him because he was too weak to do it himself. At times, he believed that it should have been him instead.
At least that was what he told himself when it happened. He knows now that he did save Ace, in more ways than one. He knows Ace spent most of his life believing he was a demon, a man who should be dead. That was part of his dream, wasn't it? To have proof of his life that wasn't tied to who his father was? In the end, he got that and more. He realized that he was allowed to live, to be born, to be loved. He found his family in Luffy and Sabo, in Dadan and the mountain bandits, in Whitebeard and his crew. He lived regretting the fact he was born, but he died without it. Luffy did save him, but Ace saved him as well.
Because that is what true freedom is, isn't it? To choose how you live? But also to choose how you die?
If Ace never died, if Luffy had escaped with him… What then? He had no reason to believe he was too weak. They would have gone back to Sabaody, and he would have lost everything.
He came to that realization, and he also realized that he loved you. He wanted to be with you for the rest of his life, which Rayleigh had informed him was something called marriage. So when you reunited two years later, he told you he loved you for the first time — but he kept wimping out with proposing to you. There are multiple forms of strength, he had guessed.
Of course, you weren't worried all that much that you couldn't see him anymore. It was a party, it was safe with all of the straw hats and allies littered about, and Luffy was strong enough to defend himself against anyone here — but you were just briefly confused. Weren't him and Yamato having fun? Why would he abruptly ditch him?
Looking around, you noticed that a few other Straw Hats were also missing. You knew Nami and Robin were nearby, with Sanji naturally following them while swooning, but now the three of them were missing alongside Luffy.
You frowned, carefully getting up and easing Tama onto the bench you were sitting on, "Stay here with big bro Zoro for a little bit, alright? I'll be back in a moment to finish your hair," You tell her calmly, motioning to Zoro who just so happened to be sitting nearby. Said man opened his eye briefly in acknowledgement with a grunt, allowing Tama to bother him. As much as he would deny it to the grave, he is a softy.
After you had walked off, Usopp and Franky had approached where you previously were. Usopp paused, blinking in confusion at the fact that you were no longer there. He slowly looked over at Zoro.
"Zoro," Usopp questioned, his tone slightly wobbling with rising nerves. Not because he was scared of Zoro, but at the fact you were not there, "Where did she go? The bathroom, right Zoro? Zoro, please tell me she went to the bathroom."
Zoro didn't open his eye, but his tone was both irritated and confused, "No. She went to find the rubber moron," He grumbled, not fully grasping why Usopp was so startled all of a sudden.
The sound that left Usopp was one of pure panic, causing Tama to also become worried, "ZORO!" Usopp shouted, grabbing Zoro by the shoulders and shaking him, "ZORO! You idiot! Don't you get it?!"
Zoro was awake now, completely irritated as he squinted his eye at Usopp, "Knock it off, long-nose! What's the big deal?!" He looked behind Usopp at Franky, hoping for some assistance — but the cyborg just shook his head in disapproval.
Usopp let go of Zoro's shoulders, pacing back and forth for a moment while muttering. He abruptly stopped, pointing at Zoro, "It's the big day, dumbass! We have to find her before she finds him!"
Zoro paused, racking his brain for what Usopp meant. The gears turned, and his eyes widen when it finally clicked, "…Shit," He muttered, ready to get up. Franky, though, pushed him back down.
"Stay here, bro," Franky suggested, pointing his large thumb at Tama, "You need to watch her."
"Hah?? But I know what direction she went!"
"Sorry pal, but that means nothing coming from you."
"Why, you—"
"ENOUGH!" Usopp shouted in a panic, already turning to find Chopper, "We do not have time for this!"
Franky nodded, pointing two fingers at his eyes before turning them to Zoro. Zoro scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the duo go and search for Chopper. Tama, from beside him, tugged at his sleeve in curiosity. "Big bro? What does 'big day' mean?"
Zoro stared ahead for a moment before smirking, his eye closing again, "It means you are possibly going to have a big sister-in-law."
Tama gasped.
Back with Usopp and Franky, and now Chopper in walk point as he sniffed after your scent, was chaotic. They had quickly asked Chopper to start tracking after declaring it "code red: she moved." Chopper abruptly lifted his head, stopping in his tracks as he looked off in a direction.
"This way!" He called, galloping off. Usopp yelped, quickly running after him with Franky in tow. They ran through the celebration, weaving through the confused partygoers, and to the outskirts of the Flower Capital where it was more reserved — private to the world unless you explicitly came looking.
They stopped at the base of a hill, Usopp hunched forwards with his hands on his knees and he heaves out heavy breaths. They did not even have a moment to gather themselves as Nami, Robin, and Sanji came down from the top — Nami grabbing Usopp's shoulder to drag him away while whispering something aggressively to him. Turns out, they were a little too late in stopping you as you were already at the peak of the incline with Luffy, but luckily you were still none the wiser. Usopp, Chopper, and Franky quickly leave with the trio.
Up on the hill, overlooking the celebration as the lanterns flickered in the sky like a second set of stars, you were alone with Luffy. You tilt your head, grabbing his hand as you stood in front of him. He seemed nervous, uncharacteristically so, and that concerned you. "Is everything alright, Lu?" You asked him, your thumb gently rubbing over his knuckles.
He hesitated, scratching the back of his head as he looked away from you — as if worried that looking at you would make him blurt out whatever was going on in his head. He may be impulsive, not one to think about his actions, but this was something that he wanted to do right.
"Y— Yeah, s'fine. Why'd think it's not? Everythin' s'good," He stammered, scrambling for any words that would belay any notion that he was nervous. It didn't work, because Luffy's face was anything if not honest.
You blinked, your thumb stilling on his hand. You were confused. He would never not tell you anything, especially when it came to his emotions. You were the one person besides Jinbe that he confided with when it came to Ace, or even the stresses that came from being captain when everyone else thought he was fine.
He sighed before you could question him, releasing your hand to turn away from you. His hands rub down his face a few times before slapping his cheeks and going loose at his side. He bounces in place, hyping himself up before turning and facing you again. His cheeks were red, but you didn't know if that was because he hit himself or for another reason.
"I love ya," He blurted out, his brows furrowed in his seriousness. You blinked, a bit stunned at his abruptness and the fact that you just watched him hype himself up.
"I love—" You paused when his finger came up, shushing you. He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Sorry. Jus'… let me do this first," He mumbled, his arm dropping as he looked down at the ground. His foot kicked at the dirt beneath him, his hand coming up to punch his arm like he were trying to wake himself up — like he was not convinced he was really about to do this.
Your hand came up to stop that action, knowing he would have done it too hard. He inhaled, nodding a quick thanks to you before looking up at you again. He grabbed both of your hands, because maybe your touch would center him in reality.
It did.
"I love ya," He repeated, this time not taking his eyes off of you, "Like… Like a lot."
You nod, letting him speak because he had already shushed you once.
"Like, uhm, more than y'know. More than meat, swear!" He grinned, though it was wobbly and nervous, "Can't imagine of any… ah— any…"
He paused, thinking of a good word to relay the scope of his feelings, "Universe. Yeah. Any universe where ya aren't with me," he nods quickly, as if proud of himself for what he said, "If there is one, I don't like it. S'not right."
Your heartbeat sped up, your eyes widening as your brain slowly caught up with what was happening. You don't say anything, not wanting to ruin it for him, but your grip tightened on his hands.
"M'not good at the… romance talk. S'more've Sanji's thing," He laughed nervously, looking to the side for only a moment before looking back at you, "But I love ya, so… so I gotta try."
"Ever since we've been separated, er… physically separated," He clarified, cringing at himself because you had obviously already known what he had meant, "I— I wanted this. Real bad. Couldn't stop thinkin' about how I wanted t'tell ya. Had it planned out for all th'way back in Sabaody — when we got back. Got scared."
Your eyes soften. You knew it wasn't easy for Luffy to admit when he was scared. Genuinely scared, that is.
"Can't wait longer though. Could'a lost ya," He says, closing his eyes with a scowl to rid himself of the thought. He wasn't wrong, either. During the raid on Onigashima, you had gotten inflicted with the Ice Oni virus from Queen. If it weren't for Marco halting the virus long enough for Chopper to create the antibody, he likely would have lost you.
"I'm okay now, Luffy," You reassure him, and he opens his eyes again. He looks over your body, almost confirming his reality once more to soothe the growing agitation in his veins. You were fine. Chopper took care of you. You are here, holding his hands, looking at him with love and care.
"I know. But I can't wait any longer," He nods, releasing your hands just to clasp them together in a prayer position between his. He seemed frustrated, not knowing how to word this elegantly like Sanji had told him. He wanted to, but… would that really be him?
Would making it sound like a prince really sound like it were coming from his heart and not just the script someone else had given him? If he were really going to do this, would that be what you wanted?
Sure, he had gone to Nami and Robin for advice first and Sanji later because he happened to overhear it. Sanji had given him a list on things he should do, only half of it he remembered. Nami had told him not to be an idiot, and don't make it sound forced. Robin just told him to be himself, to do what he thought was best.
At first, he thought Robin gave bad advice simply because Nami and Sanji had structure to what they said while she just told him to not overthink it. How could he not overthink it? He didn't know what he was doing, he needed the guidance.
But Sanji and Nami didn't know what they were doing either, did they? Sure, Sanji had been engaged before — but that was against his will. Something he thought he had to do to save his family of bastards and his sister, to save Zeff and the Baratie, to save the crew he loves. Nami had also never been married, so maybe she was just saying things that she wanted in a proposal — but that wasn't you.
You didn't date him for formality — for words that were minced and careful. You date him because he is him. Unapologetically. So maybe Robin's advice was the best, but he was too caught up in what "perfect" could be that he disregarded it.
He said your name with a reverence you had only heard in the bedroom, in moments alone with him — his hands tightening around yours, "I… I can't—"
He paused again. Because technically he could, as much as he didn't want to admit it. If you said no, you would likely still stay on the crew. At most you would still date him, just not ready for the next step. Neutrally, you would just be his friend. At worst, a fate he didn't want to happen, you would leave him and the crew because you couldn't bare to be on the same ship with the man you rejected. He shook his head rapidly, that thought upsetting him because he couldn't bare it.
But this wasn't a situation like it had been with Sanji where he almost left for good, you were still here and likely would still be here even if you say no. He could become pirate king still
"I don't want t'be King of the Pirates without ya by m'side," He rephrased, his eyes shining with devotion and unwavering hope, "I want to find the One Piece with you, I want to be completely free with you, and—"
He paused, his hands starting to tremble as he pulled them away from yours and reached into his yukata. He pulled out a ring, a bright gold band with a diamond set on the top — smaller gemstones surrounded it and went around the band. It looked expensive, something that you couldn't really believe Nami let him buy — but she had, because it did not look like anything from a treasure haul. You finally realized why Nami was so adamant on trying on rings back at Sabaody.
It wasn't in a box or anything, like he was worried that if he wasn't physically touching it or looking at it he would keep hesitating on doing it. Like seeing it gleam in the sunlight, or under the shine of the stars late at night, gave him the courage. It still shined, too, even outside the box. Like he took inexplicable care of it. More than anything he has previously other than his hat.
"I want you t'be by my side. Forever. Even after I am Pirate King and then some," Luffy spoke softly as he held the ring by its band, his tone wavering like he wanted to cry but held back until he got the answer that would determine which type of tears he would shed, "As… As my… queen of… the pirates…"
He trailed off, his face completely red like he couldn't believe he said something as cheesy as that. He shook off the embarrassment of that line, thrusting the ring out closer to you like a child nervously giving his valentine flowers.
"Please," He just about pleaded, his eyes searching your face, "Marry me. Be my wife."
You stared at him, and then at the ring gripped in his trembling hands, processing it all. You were stunned for a moment even after knowing what was coming. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Your face crumples before you can stop it, tears streaming down your face so quickly that Luffy almost panicked because he hates seeing you cry — but he stopped, because he noticed you were happy.
"Y-Yes, Luffy," You hiccup, nodding as you rub away the tears with minimal success with the heel of your hand, "Yes! I'll marry you..!"
Luffy froze, his eyes widening as he looked at you. He processed your words, taking a moment to really digest what you said. A wide, though wobbly, grin adorned his face — tears of his own leaking out before he could stop it. Not that he cared in the moment.
"Y-Yeah? Yeah!?" He repeats, excited. When you nod, he rushed forwards, almost dropping the ring. He caught it with a yelp, causing you to choke out a laugh, as he grabs your hand to steady the shaking. His own were shaking hard, more than you ever seen from him. You didn't know if it was from excitement or the nerves from it all anymore, but you didn't care.
Carefully, more carefully than he has every been in his life, he eased it onto your ring finger until it was seated snugly at the base. He paused after that, just holding your hand in his as he stares at it — one again confirming that it was real and not a figment of his imagination.
"I'm… I'm so glad," He mutters out, looking up at you with wet eyes. He looked like he was going to say more, but you wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him down into a kiss. He yelps against your lips before making a pleased noise, tilting his head into it as his arms settle on your waist — tugging you impossibly closer.
The moment was ruined by wailing, and not from you or Luffy. You both pulled back, looking down the hill to see the straw hats — plus Yamato, Tama, and Momonosuke — all poorly hiding in the bushes. Franky was currently being scolded for sobbing loudly by Nami, but she also was tearing up.
"SO SORRY, BROS!" Franky sobbed, "ITS JUST SO… SO… SUPER!"
He wasn't the only one crying, either. Sanji, Chopper, Usopp (though he claimed it was brave tears, despite there being nothing to be brave about), Nami, Yamato, and Momonosuke were all in tears.
"Can't believe that rubber bastard has a wife before me," Sanji wept, but it was clear he was happy for you and the captain. He got hit by Nami pretty quickly, who yelled at him through her own tears.
"THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU!"
Zoro, though he was smirking, teased the others who were crying, "Not even Tama is crying," He snorted, pointing at Tama with his thumb. Tama's eyes were sparkling, and it seemed that Zoro spoke too soon as she very quickly burst into tears and sprinted up the hill despite Yamato trying to catch her.
"BIG BRO!" She wailed, launching into Luffy's arms so suddenly that he had to let go of you to catch her. Her cheek pressed against his as she cradled his head, "I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!"
Luffy laughs, holding Tama tightly for a moment as he thanks her. You watch fondly, wiping away the remaining tears on your face. Yamato finally scrambled up the hill, taking Tama out of his arms.
"Carry on, you two!" He encouraged as he put Tama on his shoulders, giving them a thumbs up before rushing down the hill again before Tama could protest and start hitting his head.
The eavesdropping group began to disperse, heading back to the party. Luffy turned to you after watching them leave, offering his hand with a smile, "Let's head back?"
You look at his hand for a moment before looking back at his face. His eyes were shining no longer with tears, but overwhelming joy and love. You smiled softly back, taking his hand as he walked with you down the hill.
"So I'm thinkin' 'Monkey' s'a good last name f'ya."
"Luffy…"
"What? I'm bein' honest!"
You laughed, "We'll see."
His laughter rang through the air, louder than the party — but only to you.
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you did not plan on getting this drunk tonight—you've lost your friends, your phone, your heels.
all the previous energy you had seems to be gone, and you barely manage to stumble your way to the bar, groaning as you slump into a stool, head flopping onto the counter, full of dramatics in your drunk stupor.
"you should not have drank that much." suguru snickers from behind the counter, shaking another drink up for a different customer as he mocks your current state, rolling his eyes when you muster all your energy to flip him off, head still pressed into your other arm.
"whatever, sugs. 's another dead night, i'm never gonna get a boyfriend—god, i'm never gonna get laid ever again. this is so stupid. hime and shoko are all over each other, satoru has the whole club on him—your working but we both know you could get any girl in here if you twirled your hair enough."
your voice is muffled but your friend can hear your pout. your talking stages, attempted flings, hookups have pretty much all failed since you broke up with your ex. for some reason, the stars haven't been aligning in your favor and you've been on a sad little dry spell that your friend group tried to remedy with a trip to suguru's bar but obviously—
everyone's getting some except you.
you whine again, kicking your feet like a child. you don't even notice your long-haired friend slowly shifting away to avoid your little mood. you were a mean little fucker when you were drunk and when you weren't and he didn't think the being pent up helped either.
you hear a clink next to you, then a throat clear. you stop whining, turning your head through teary eyes and narrow them at the figure next to you. you sniff, "m'sorry... did i spill your drink?"
"ah, no..." a deep voice hums, a calming lull pulling you in even as you hiccup, struggling to make out his face. "are you alright?"
if you were sober, you probably would've recognized the question as the polite, courtesy question it was, but you were drunk and quite frankly stupid so instead, your sniffling intensified as your eyes welled up even more.
"noooo! i'm not okay!" you wail, falling back into your arms as you cry. "mister, i think i'm gonna be alone forever—'m gonna die miserable and alone and sad and lonely and all my friends are gonna get together and have cute babies and live long happy lives not alone but i'm gonna be alone and sad and unhappy—"
the man next to you shifts awkwardly and your gaze suddenly snaps up. "their babies are gonna be so cute..." you whisper again, tears still lining your eyes. "i want kids too, you know! i-i know it's stupid but i wanna—i want the stupid white picket fence, the kids, the loving husband... i—" you sob, tears relentless, streaming down your face.
you fall silent after that, sniffling to yourse;f. you'd never told your friends but you really thought your ex was the one—the right one. your mr. right. the one you'd build a family with. your friends thought he was a piece of shit but—god, did you love him. you dated to marry—you always have.
deep down, there'd always been a desire to find your true love...
the warm, large hand on your back pulls you out of your daze, pulling you back to reality. it honestly wasn't soft, or comforting, but it was there and you needed that.
you sniff again. "thanks, mister."
you calm down eventually, crying reduced to quiet little sniffs. the stranger's hand is still rubbing circles on your back, but it feels more like instinct than anything.
"hey mister," you start quietly, "thank you."
you almost regret saying it as his hand leaves your back and he hums.
"sorry for bothering you... i can listen if you have anything to talk about too..."
he offers a thoughtful hum, "well, i got divorced yesterday."
you giggle, even though deep down you know it's not funny. "woow, here i am talking about getting married and you just got out of it." you laugh to yourself, muffling your sounds with a hand over your mouth.
you glance over, and for the first time tonight your eyes fully meet his and your vision is clear enough to register his features.
oh no.
oh no no no no no.
your jaw drops and his eyes widen as you fall out of your chair, expression panicked. "what's wrong?" he questions, voice laced with concern as he moves to get up from his own stool. but you raise a hand at him, waving him off so he pauses.
"what's wrong?" he repeats.
you choke on a sob, feeling awfully close to tears again. "you're so hot!" you cry, groaning as you hide your flushed face away. "fuck! i can't believe i just embarrassed myself in front of a hot divorcee!!!"
there's a pause, a stunned silence. "what does me being a divorcee have to do with this..?" you tilt your head at him, frown widening as you stare back at him.
"i-i don't know... like, that you're back on the market so... i totally just blew my shot by crying to you for, like, hours..."
and for the first time tonight, the stranger laughs. his expression cracks before he can help it, palm coming up to his mouth to stifle the sound. your eyes water more as the embarrassment floods you.
"n-no, don't laugh! this isn't funny—mister! ugh!" you're fully red now, as this man who you don't even know the name of laughs at you.
"thanks, sweetheart." he's still smiling, helping you back up by both your elbows, stabilizing you by keeping his hands there. "you don't need to be embarrassed. you've made my night, so thank you. i haven't smiled or laughed in a long time."
you're beyond confused, mouth opening and closing like a fish. "what? what? um, huh?"
"i'm saying i'm grateful, sweetheart."
you flush. he's staring into your eyes, holding your arms, smiling at you far too sweetly.
"are you really?" you whisper, completely lost in the darkness of his eyes, the curve of his nose on his face, his strong grip keeping you up. he hums again. "then," you start, shifting so you're holding his shoulders instead.
"w-will you marry me?"
"what?" but the man doesn't get his answer, you heave, gagging frantically as you move your right hand to try and cover your mouth—failing miserably as you practically hurl your insides on the man's fresh suit.
oh shit.
—
"hiromi!" you yell, stomping into your daughter's room with a fake frown and your arms crossed. "stop telling her that story—it's embarrassing!" you grumble, softening as the man pulls you into his arms, wrapping them around your waist as he tugs you closer, side eyeing your kids who're snuggly tucked in.
he hums again. "well, she asked for it." your daughter agrees enthusiastically, nodding her heads with a big grin on her face.
you shake your head. "you guys just love making fun of me, huh?"
"of course not." your husband retorts, pressing his face into your stomach.
"gross!" your daughter screams, chasing the two of you out with thrown stuffed toys and pillows. you and hiromi laugh as you file out, wishing her goodnight and pulling the door shut behind you.
"well?" he asks, chin tucked on your shoulder, peering at your face from the corner of his eyes. his arms are still wrapped around your middle, back hunched so he can waddle after you.
Not when he followed Hiromi Higuruma home, half out of curiosity, half because Higuruma had said, in that flat, exhausted voice of his, “You can meet my wife, if you want.”
Yuji had expected someone serious. Stern. Maybe even a little cold, someone who matched Higuruma’s quiet, heavy presence. A woman who spoke in clipped sentences and stared people down like a judge passing sentence.
The door swung open before Higuruma could even knock properly.
“Oh! You’re finally home—”
What he got instead...was you
Short. Soft. Warm in a way that hit Yuji immediately, like stepping into a heated room after being out in the cold too long. Your sweater sleeves were pushed up, flour dusted faintly across your cheek like you’d been baking, your body plush and soft in a way that made you look safe. Comforting. Your eyes lit up when you saw Higuruma and then your gaze shifted to Yuji.
And widened.
“Oh my goodness—”
Yuji barely had time to react before you were right in front of him, hands gently grabbing his face.
“You’re so skinny. Hiromi, why didn’t you tell me you were bringing a child home!! are you eating properly? Do you need food? You look like you need food.”
“Uh—” Yuji blinked, caught completely off guard. “I...I ate earlier—”
“That’s not an answer.”
It wasn’t harsh, wasn’t loud.But it landed.
Yuji froze.
Because somehow, somehow, this adorable, soft, flour-dusted woman had just commanded him like a general.
Behind him, Higuruma sighed, slipping off his coat.
“She’s going to feed you regardless of your answer,” he muttered. “You might as well sit down.”
Yuji nodded immediately. "Okay.”He didn’t even question it.
Five minutes later, Yuji was seated at the table with a full plate of food he did not remember agreeing to, watching as you bustled around the kitchen with alarming efficiency.
“More rice?” you asked.
“I...I’m okay—”
You were already scooping more onto his plate ignoring Yuji's answer.“Yes, you do.”
Yuji stared at the pile. “…okay.”
Across from him, Higuruma sat quietly, sipping tea like this was completely normal.
Yuji leaned toward him slightly.“…Does she always...?"
“Yes.”
“…Okay.”
It wasn’t just the food.
It was the way you hovered, fixing his posture slightly when he slouched, brushing crumbs off his sleeve without even thinking, refilling his drink the moment it dipped below half.
“You’re still growing,” you said firmly at one point, crossing your arms as you looked him over. “You need proper meals. None of that convenience store nonsense Hiromi probably eats.”
“That’s—” Higuruma started.
You turned your head slowly.
He stopped. “…fair.”
Yuji stared between you both, because what just happened.
But then it shifted, just slightly.
Yuji noticed it when Higuruma reached for a second cup of tea without asking.
Your hand caught his wrist mid-air, gently. Your thumb gliding over the skin. “Hiromi.”Your voice was soft.
Higuruma stilled. “…Yes?”
“You’ve had three cups already.”
“…It’s just tea.”
“And you haven’t eaten properly today.”
Yuji blinked.
Oh.
Oh no.
He recognized that tone.
That was the same tone you used on him.Except now....Now it was worse.
Because Higuruma, Hiromi Higuruma, a man who faced curses and courtrooms without flinching actually looked… cornered.
“I’ll eat,” he said.
You smiled. “Good.”
And just like that, the tension vanished. You leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as you passed him a plate.
Yuji watched, wide-eyed.Because this terrifying, composed lawyer man just got handled.
Later, when you stepped away for a moment, Yuji leaned forward again, whispering urgently.
“…She’s scary.”
Higuruma didn’t even look up from his plate.“Yes.”
“…But like… nice scary.”
“Yes.”
“…Like she could ruin my life but also make me soup.”
Higuruma paused, thinking then nodded his head as he peered at you from the kitchen.“That’s exactly it.”
You came back before Yuji could say anything else, setting down something sweet in front of him.
“Dessert,” you said brightly. “You did well.”
Yuji lit up immediately. “Oh! thank you!”
You beamed at him, soft, warm, proud.Then glanced at Higuruma. “…You too.”
Higuruma nodded once. “…Thank you.”
Yuji nearly choked.Because that was the most obedient he had ever seen that man.
Yuji waited until you disappeared fully into the kitchen, the faint clatter of dishes and your soft humming just barely carrying through the apartment.
Then he leaned forward, like he was about to ask something dangerous.
Across from him, Hiromi Higuruma sat with his usual composed posture, tea in hand, completely unbothered.
Yuji lowered his voice anyway. “…How did you meet her?”
Higuruma didn’t answer immediately.Which, to Yuji, was already suspicious.The man always answered immediately.
Finally, Higuruma exhaled softly through his nose.
“She hit me with her bike.”
Yuji blinked.“…What.”
Higuruma took another calm sip of tea. “She hit me with her bike,” he repeated, like this was a normal, everyday sentence. “And then,” he added, just as calmly, “she blamed me for being in the way.”
Yuji stared at him. “…But she’s the one that hit you!!”
“I know.”
“You know?!” Yuji’s voice cracked slightly, hands coming up in disbelief. “You’re telling me she ran you over and then yelled at you for it?!”
Higuruma nodded once. “Yes.”
“And you just...what...stood there??”
“More like I was sitting on the ground but I had to.”
Yuji leaned closer, squinting at him like he was trying to find the missing logic. “You had to?”
Higuruma set his cup down with a soft clink, finally looking at him.And for the first time there was something faintly… human in his expression.Something softer. “…You didn’t see her.”
Yuji frowned. “I’m seeing her now.”
“It’s different,” Higuruma said quietly.
Yuji blinked.“…Different how?”
Higuruma leaned back slightly, gaze drifting, not distant, but remembering as a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “She was standing there,” he said, voice low, steady. “Hands on her hips. Short. Absolutely furious....”
Yuji snorted a little. “Yeah, that tracks—”
“She told me I shouldn’t block the sidewalk.”
“…You weren’t blocking the sidewalk.”
“I wasn’t.”
“And she still yelled at you?”
“Yes.”
“And you just let her??”
Higuruma didn’t answer right away.Instead, his gaze softened just a fraction more.
“…She looked beautiful.”
Yuji froze.“…I’m sorry....what.”
Higuruma didn’t even flinch.“She looked beautiful yelling at me.”
Yuji stared at him like he had just said the most insane thing imaginable. “…So you didn’t do anything.”
“No.”
“Because....”
Higuruma met his eyes, completely serious.“Because she looked beautiful, I knew I would marry her.”
Yuji leaned back in his chair slowly, processing what the man had just told him. “…So you didn’t do anything because you simped for her.”
Higuruma paused, he wasn't offended, he wasn't defensive, he was just....thinking. “…If you want to phrase it that way.”
“THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT THAT IS!”
Yuji slapped the table lightly, pointing at him like he’d cracked a case. “You got hit by a bike and fell in love immediately!”
Higuruma picked up his tea again. “It was not immediate.”
“How long did it take?”
“…A few seconds.”
“THAT’S IMMEDIATE!” Yuji groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “You’re a lawyer! You’re supposed to argue! Defend yourself! File charges or something!”
Higuruma took a slow sip. “She was holding the bike.”
“…Okay?”
“She was still yelling.”
“…Yeah?”
“She had a small scratch on her knee.”
Yuji blinked. “…So?”
“I asked if she was hurt.”
Yuji stared at him, long, hard. “…You got hit.”
“Yes.”
“And you asked her if she was okay.”
“Also Yes.”
“…And she was yelling at you.”
“Yes.”
“And you thought—”
A sigh. “She looked beautiful.”
Yuji dropped his head onto the table.A long, suffering groan muffled against the wood.“You’re unbelievable.”
Higuruma said nothing, because he wasn’t denying it.
From the kitchen, your voice floated out. “Yuji, do you want more food?”
Yuji shot upright instantly. “Yes, ma’am!”
Higuruma didn’t even look surprised.
But as Yuji turned toward the kitchen, he leaned just slightly back toward Higuruma, whispering under his breath. “…You got hit by a bike and said ‘yes, this is my wife.’”
Higuruma’s lips twitched. “…Essentially.”
Yuji shook his head, already standing. “Crazy.” Though his gaze lifted to the kitchen. “…She is really pretty though."
Higuruma picked up his tea again, calm as ever.“…I know.”
𝒃lurb ﹕ a 'secret' relationship between a manager and an opposing team's captain doesn't exactly remain secret for long.. ╱ 𝒘𝒄 # 1.7k
— 𝒂uthor's 𝒏ote ﹕ i was supposed to make it under 1k but i got a bit carried away.. but i like this one its so silly -> also on ao3
requested ☆
look, we all know oikawa tooru is a lot to handle. he's dramatic, he's pretty arrogant, and he's.. currently leaning against the gym wall at aoba johsai looking like he's posing for a magazine cover.
he does that thing where he runs his hand through his hair every time a group of girls walks by the gym windows, and it's making your head ache.
head, not heart. because no matter how much he pretends to flirt with his fangirls, you know what happens when the two of you are alone together. he whines and complains about how much he loves you
as one of the karasuno managers, you're supposed to be focused on getting the water bottles filled and making sure hinata doesn't pass out from nerves or throw up on someone's shoes.
but.. it's hard to focus when your boyfriend of three years is across the court blowing kisses at his 'fans' in the stands. it's even harder to focus when you see iwaizumi narrowing his eyes at the back of oikawa's head.
"he's so annoying," kageyama mutters from where he's standing next to you. he stares at oikawa with that scowl of his, the one that makes him look like he's just swallowed a lemon.
"he's not that bad, tobio," you say, checking your clipboard and marking something off.
kageyama looks at you like you've grown a second head. "you're just biased, l/n-san. i still don't get how you haven't dumped him yet. he's even more annoying - if, not when - he's winning."
"it's been three long years. i think i'm committed at this point. plus, i already bought him a birthday present for next month," you add with a shrug. kageyama scowls again.
kiyoko looks over at you, her expression neutral but her eyes curious. she's noticed you looking toward the aoba johsai side more than usual, but to her credit she hasn't said anything yet.
the rest of karasuno - tanaka and nishinoya specifically - are busy being intimidated by the 'great king' vibes oikawa is radiating.
they have no idea that the guy they're currently glaring at is the same guy who cried over a lost alien keychain you gave him last tuesday on call with you, sobbing about how 'the little green man deserved a better home'.
the practice match is already underway when oikawa finally goes on the court, and the atmosphere changes immediately. you have to act like you aren't checking out his form or noticing how well those shorts fit him, because damn there's nothing there to highlight.
sugawara glances at you, observant as always. "uh, l/n-san.. you alright?"
"what?" you blink, turning to him and smiling awkwardly. "oh- yep! im in tip top shape."
sugawara stares at you, his lips curling upwards as he eyes you. "hm. sure."
don't look at oikawa don't look at oikawa don't look at oikawa-
oikawa, being the absolute menace he is, doesn't make it easy. before he even picks up a ball to serve, his eyes scan the karasuno side. he isn't looking for kageyama; he's looking for you.
when he finds you, his entire face lit up. he doesn't just wave, he does that stupidly graceful two finger salute he always does, accompanied by a wink that is definitely intended to be charming.
"y/n-chan! did you come all this way just to see me lose? well too bad, im winning today!" he shouts across the net, ignoring the fact that his coach is staring at him incredulously.
the gym goes silent for a blissful second.
tanaka blinks, his face faltering into pure confusion. "wait. did he just call our manager by her first name?"
"and he added a 'chan'?" hinata squeaks, his knees shaking. "are they.. friends? does the great king have friends?"
tsukishima smirks, glancing between you and the court with that annoying look he gets when he figures something out. "friends might be an understatement, given how red her face is."
yamaguchi sniggers. "nice one, tsukki!"
you ignore tsukishima and look at oikawa, who's now spinning the ball on his finger. "just serve the damn ball, tooru! you're stalling and making everyone wait!"
"tooru?!" nishinoya shouts, his soul practically leaving his body through his mouth. "first name basis with the enemy?! this is a scandal! where is your loyalty?!"
daichi swats the second year libero on the head, and nishinoya yelps.
the match is intense, mostly because oikawa keeps targeting tsukishima and hinata with those lethal serves. every time he scores a point, he looks over at the karasuno bench and blows a kiss or winks.
it's getting rather embarrassing.
at one point, oikawa gets a bit too cocky and starts doing a little victory dance. before he can finish, a volleyball comes flying and smacks him right in the back of the head with a loud thwack.
"get focused, shittykawa!" iwaizumi yells from the back of the court. you hide a snicker in your jacket sleeve. oikawa doubles over, clutching his head. "iwa-chan! that was so mean! i was just showing y/n-chan my skills!"
"she's seen you miss a serve and cry about it, she knows you don't have skills!" iwaizumi barks back.
he then looks over at you and gives a small, respectful nod, which you return.
during a timeout, the karasuno boys huddle up. they aren't even talking about strategy - they're staring at you like you're a spy. kiyoko stands by, holding the water bottles, looking just as interested as the boys are. heck, even ukai is watching.
"okay, spill it," daichi says, his voice calm but his eyes demanding answers. "how do you know their captain? and why was their vice captain nodding at you?"
"we went to kitagawa daiichi together," you explain, trying to sound casual as you hand out water bottles. "iwaizumi, t- oikawa and i have known each other since we were kids. i used to make them snacks after practice."
"and?" tanaka presses, leaning in so close you can see the sweat on his forehead. "people don't use first names just because they went to middle school together. kageyama went there too, and he calls him 'oikawa-san' – well, mostly he calls him 'that guy', but still!"
you sigh and look at kageyama, who's trying to pretend he isn't listening. "tobio, tell them so they stop looking at me like i've committed treason."
kageyama doesn't even look up from his water bottle. he just takes a long sip and wipes his mouth. "they've been dating since third year of junior high. it's gross. he buys her giant stuffed aliens and she apparently keeps them in her room. i had to see them holding hands in the hallway for a whole year."
you roll your eyes. "thank you, tobio."
the silence that follows is louder than the volleyballs hitting the floor. even kiyoko's eyes widen slightly in surprise.
"DATING?!" tanaka and nishinoya scream in unison, their voices echoing off the gym ceiling.
"the great king.. and our manager?" hinata's jaw is on the floor. "but he's.. he's a villain! he's like the final boss!"
across the court, oikawa notices the commotion. he walks right up to the net, looking incredibly smug. "are you guys bothering my girlfriend? don't be mean, or i'll double my power and aim for your faces."
"go away, tooru! go back to your own side!" you yell, throwing a towel at him. he catches it easily with one hand, laughing as he presses it to his face. "it smells like your detergent," he chirps, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "im keeping this as a trophy."
"..but that's a karasuno towel! give it back.." takeda says weakly, though no one hears him over the sound of tanaka and nishinoya weeping about the 'betrayal'.
after the match ends – with karasuno taking the win – the two teams start packing up.
you and kiyoko are gathering the stray balls when oikawa decides to make his move. he jogs over to the karasuno side before you can even grab the ball bag. he just walks straight up to you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into a huge hug that lifts your feet off the ground.
"i missed you," he complains into your shoulder, sounding like a pouting child. "why did you have to go to a school with such an ugly uniform? black doesn't suit you as well as turquoise. you should just transfer."
"i like the uniform, tooru. and i like my team. let go, people are staring. you're being dramatic as always." which you love
"let them stare. they should know i'm the one who gets to take you to ramen after this."
oikawa looks over at kageyama, who is standing a few steps away looking like he wants to jump off a bridge. "tobio-chan! take care of my girl on the bus, 'kay? if she gets a bruise from one of your stray tosses, ill never forgive you."
"shut up, oikawa-san," kageyama snaps, turning his back on him. you muffle a laugh behind your hand.
oikawa then notices kiyoko standing nearby. he gives her a charming smile. "take good care of y/n-chan for me, okay? she gets cranky when she doesn't have snacks."
you slap his shoulder lightly, and oikawa pouts again.
kiyoko blinks at him, completely unfazed by his charm. "ill make sure she's fine." she says simply.
iwaizumi eventually walks over and grabs oikawa by the back of his jersey, dragging him away like a misbehaving puppy. "stop bothering them, trashykawa. we have to clean the floors and you have to apologise to the coach for being a distraction."
"WAIT! Y/N! text me when you get home! i want to hear all about how much you missed my setting!" oikawa yells as he's hauled away, feet dragging on the gym floor.
you just sigh, turning back to see the entire karasuno team staring at you in a mix of horror, awe, and deep suspicion.
"so," sugawara says, breaking the silence with a gentle, slightly concerned smile. "aoba johsai's captain, huh? you certainly have a.. unique type."
"i know," you mutter, picking up the ball bag. "im working on it."
"she's not," kageyama mutters. "she has a picture of him wearing glasses and posing as her lock screen, and she has him named as 'oikiwi' in her messages. it's pathetic."
"tobio, i will bench you for the entire season-!"
"you can't do that, you're just a mana- OKAY IM SORRY-"
ah oikawa ur such a silly guy ilysm just dont flirt with yo fan girls pls 🙏 to be called my girl by oikawa 🤤 jk being called love by akaashi is better
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Osamu whips around on instinct, confusion quickly taking over when he sees you storming straight toward him.
Fast. Angry.
Gorgeous.
He’s sure he’s never seen you before, but the way you’re looking at him, it seems you’ve definitely seen him.
You’re frowning, anger written all over your face, but all he can think is how unfair it is that someone this pissed off can look that good.
He barely has time to process what’s happening before you’re right in front of him, foot tapping, arms crossed, irritation rolling off you in waves.
“Hey asshole,” you snap, “I know you think you’re too good for this group project but if you don’t get your shit together I’m gonna shove your volleyball so far up your ass you’ll be tasting it for years”
Osamu blinks.
Once.
Twice.
“…Huh?”
“Don’t ‘huh’ me, you fake blonde” you fire back instantly.
Oh.
The dots finally connect in his brain, this is not about him. Unfortunately, that realization comes just a second too late, because you’re already going again, words sharp and relentless.
“Just because you think you’re hot shit doesn’t mean you get to ditch your part and leave the rest of us hanging!”
The dumbstruck look on his face does nothing to calm the anger burning in your stomach. You scoff, eyes rolling on instinct, “Helloooo? What, did you finally take one too many balls to the head?”
He knows he looks stupid right now. Feels it, too. Mouth slightly open, eyes stuck on you like he forgot how to function.
God.
He’s in love, has to be.
He opens his mouth, ready to correct you, maybe even flirt a little..
“Get your part done” you cut in, “You look fucking stupid in a hat, by the way”.
Ouch.
You flash him quick, biting smile, spinning on your heel and leaving in a silent fury.
He just stands there, heart beating way too fast for someone who just got verbally torn apart for no reason.
“…Man,” he mutters under his breath, a slow grin spreading across his face, “…Atsumu, yer so screwed.”
He continues his walk home like nothing happened, but your face is already burned into his brain.
That little frown.
The attitude.
The confidence.
The way you didn’t hesitate for even a second to go off on someone twice your size.
Yeah.
He doesn’t even bother fighting it.
He’s in love.
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A/N: Osamu “yes ma’am, whatever you say ma’am” Miya 🫡
he’s down bad.. got yelled at for no reason and thought hm yeah I want them bad
You and Iwaizumi are on your way back from a meal out with friends, cruising through the quiet streets as he drives you home. It’s that in between hour where it’s not quite day, not quite night, where the sky is the colour of cotton candy and the sun is barely peeking out between the clouds.
You’re halfway into a rant about one of your friend’s questionable love life when something—or someone, rather—stops you dead in your tracks.
Literally, because Iwa brakes at the red light.
“So then I told her, why don’t you just dump his ass if he’s so—holy crap he’s cool.”
You barely register Iwa’s inquisitive hum when the low growl of a motorbike creeps up beside the car.
Damn. That’s hot.
He’s like the personification of an eclipse.
Black helmet. Black jacket. Black jeans. Slick black bike. You can’t even see this man’s face, but his demeanour alone is enough to do something to your pulse.
You bite your lip to contain the cheesy grin that’s about to break out onto your face and turn to Iwa. “He is so fine."
Iwa gives the stranger a quick side glance and huffs something close to a laugh. “You into bikers now?”
“Didn’t used to be. I’ve been getting a bunch of videos on my Instagram, though, and I’ve kinda been converted.”
Iwa shakes his head in either amusement, or bemusement—hard to tell. What’s clear is that he’s not fully grasping the appeal of this majestic individual, so you smack his arm like it might knock some sense into him.
“No, Haji, look. I’m serious.” You ball your hand into a fist and gnaw on your knuckles to contain a squeal. Your brain replays the time Maki and Mattsun called you a crazed lunatic and said Hajime was your carer—only to stomp the thought back down.
“What do I do?” you breathe.
“You can’t even see his face."
“Doesn’t matter,” you chide, ignoring Iwa's painfully typical male response. “It’s all about the body language. The aura, you know?"
"Can't say I do."
"Never mind."
You’re leaning forward now, peeking through the side mirror, heart kicking up as you admire the handsome stranger. Iwa’s right—you can hardly see the guy’s face through the helmet visor, but your imagination does all the work for you. Sharp jaw. High cheekbones. He’s got a lazy slouch that fits the brooding image you’ve painted of him perfectly. One hand rests on the throttle, the other tapping a rhythm on his thigh like he’s got nowhere better to be.
“Should I say something?” you whisper, rocking in your seat like a kid who just spotted a celebrity and is building up the courage to ask for an autograph.
“Want me to open the window?”
“No—“
Whirrrr.
You stare frantically at Iwa as the window slides down with a mechanical whir, and the purr of the biker's engine fills the silence.
"How could you do this to me—"
Iwa just clears his throat, gaze fixed on the road ahead as if to say, from now on, I am no longer present. Good luck.
Your stomach flips.
It's fine. You're overthinking. Maybe he didn't even hear. Maybe you can play this off. For all he knows, you just rolled down the window for some fresh air.
The biker turns his head.
Annnd you just made eye contact.
Well, you think you did. It's impossible to tell with his visor tinted so dark, but it definitely felt like eye contact. You realise you're still staring when the biker subtly jerks his chin at you in silent question.
Something wrong?
You’ve barely got time to think. The light will turn green any minute and it dawns on you that you might miss your chance.
And so—because you’re well-versed in the art of biker Instagram reels and see these kinds of interactions all the time—you lean out the window just a little and put on your best smile.
“I like your bike,” you call, only to immediately regret it because surely you could’ve said something better than that.
The man tilts his helmet slightly, like he wasn’t expecting the compliment. His voice is muffled, low, and amused when he replies:
“Thanks. You drive?”
Oh. Does he think you’re a fellow biker?
You snort at the thought. “God, no. I don't think that'd be safe for anyone." You wave a dismissive hand before adding, "I'm just the co-pilot."
He rolls his shoulder back, spine straightening just enough to give you a better look.
Hm. He’s broader than you imagined. Taller, too.
Guess being hunched over was hiding all that potential.
“Mm. The hard job,” he says—and if your ears aren't deceiving you, you'd say he was teasing.
Perfect. You can't help but grin. Now's your chance.
"The hard job," you echo. "Are you hiring?"
Iwa lets out a sound caught between a laugh and a groan.
The guy laughs—just a little. Deep and dry and unfairly attractive. Success, you think. At least you made him laugh.
Then, without looking away, he flips his visor up.
You try not to stare.
Dark, tired eyes. Green like freshly picked apples. Strands of messy brown hair falling over his forehead. It feels like a tease—one that has you impatiently wondering what the rest of him looks like under all that gear.
“What’s your name, passenger princess?”
You can hardly believe your ears. As if he's actually going along with this.
“(Y/n).”
“Suna,” he says. “You free Friday?”
Ohmygod. Ohmygod.
“You don’t even know what I like,” you goad, emboldened now that you've confirmed his interest.
He revs the engine once in response—slow and suggestive. “I know one thing.”
Your face warms.
Then he shifts forward slightly, one hand reaching into his jacket pocket. When it re-emerges, he’s holding a phone—already unlocked, already open on the “new contact” screen.
He doesn’t say anything, just gives a little tilt of his head as he extends it toward you through the window.
You take it and blink down at the screen.
Suddenly, you no longer remember your own name.
Your mind scrambles, fingers hovering uselessly over the keyboard as your brain reboots. When it finally does, your thumbs fly across the keyboard. You add your name, number, and a cute little emoji for good measure (a bike and princess emoji), then you hand it back, biting back a grin like a kid in a candy store.
He glances at the screen. His shoulders bounce, just once, like he laughed under his breath. Then he slides the phone back into his jacket.
The light turns green just in time.
“See you Friday, (y/n),” he says. And somehow, you have a feeling he’s smirking.
He lifts two fingers off the handle in a lazy little salute, then peels off into the night.
You spin in your seat so fast the seatbelt locks in place. “Haji, did you see that?! I got a date in like under two minutes!”
He’s already turning the corner, half smiling at your success. “Sure did. Guess that means I’m dropping you off on Friday?”
You giggle into your palms.
Best. Red light interaction Ever.
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Oikawa meeting your daughter’s new Boyfriend who is oddly familiar… //fluff, suggestive
Iwaizumi & Shirabu vers. here // Kageyama & Oikawa vers. here
“Okay, he should be here any minute now. Dad, don’t make any weird jokes and Mom, please don’t show him my old Baby Photos…”
You smile softly, “Baby, of course I won’t! You don’t have to worry. When did we ever embarrass you?”
She doesn’t answer that one.
A few minutes later, the Doorbell rings and your Daughter immediately jumps up to answer it.
You sit up a little straighter next to your Husband, who looks rather skeptical. “You really think we should let her date yet? What if something happens?”
You take Oikawa’s hand and gently squeeze it. “Honey, she’s seventeen. It’ll all be fine, we raised her right, didn’t we?”
“Yeah, sure we did. But that doesn’t change the fact that…well, that guys her age are assholes…”
Oikawa knew that better than anyone, because he once was the asshole in question; flirting with his fan girls even though he had a girlfriend, doing anything to get into Girls’ panties and watching way too much porn…that only changed when he met you.
So, yeah, Oikawa knows how disgusting young men can be and he regretted treating his past girlfriends the way he did ever since becoming a Father.
I guess that’s just karma.
Luckily for him, the young man walking through the Door into the living room, accompanied by your nervous and blushing Daughter, was a Gentleman by genetics; his tall frame, green hair and eyes—damn, Ushijima’s wife’s Genes didn’t even try!
Oikawa’s eyes widen at the sight of the carbon copy of his old Rival, holding hands with his Daughter. In this moment Oikawa Tooru realized that maybe, he wasn’t God’s favorite after all…
The boy bows immediately and says in a serious voice, “Good Morning, Oikawa-san. My name is Ushijima Itsuki.”
You stifle your laughter and bow back, Oikawa following your movements hesitantly, “You’re…Ushiwaka’s son?”
“Yes, sir. That is my Father.”
You smile widely, “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Itsuki! Please, sit down and have a talk, I’ll make some tea and cake,” you look at your daughter, “Could you help me, sweetie?”
The two men sit down opposite to each other, Itsuki very stiff, Oikawa sleazily with a scowl on his face.
“So…how’s your Father?”
“He’s very well, Sir.”
Oikawa hums, trying to hide his disdain. “Of course he is. And you’re with my Daughter now, huh?”
“Yes, sir. She’s a wonderful person.”
Oikawa raises his eyebrows, “‘Betcha think that. Listen close, you…nerd. If you dare to hurt my Daughter, I’ll kill you. There will be no touching, no sleepovers, no closed doors, no photo’s, no nothing, you understand?”
Itsuki doesn’t seem surprised, “I understand, Sir. I’ll have you known that I grew up with four older sisters and know exactly how to treat someone as precious as her.”
Oikawa only grunts dismissively.
After a moment of silence he asks, “You play Volleyball?”
And before your Husband can add another hurtful jab, you come back into the room, serving hot green Tea and Strawberry Shortcake.
“I got told you like this kind of Cake, Itsuki. Please, have some!”
After a nice time getting to know each other, Itsuki and your Daughter leave to go upstairs, with the Door opened.
“I really like him, Tooru. He seems very respectful and honest. Just like his Father.”
Oikawa rolls his eyes, “What’s that supposed to mean? He’s…boring. Nothing for someone like her at all. They play in a totally different league.”
You giggle, “You’re just pissed that she got together with an Ushijima.”
“It’s unbelievable! My entire life I try to win against that Son of a Bitch and then his offspring steals my little Girl!”
You fake pout, “Aww, poor Baby! You’re right, we should forbid her from seeing him because of a stupid High School Fight!”
There’s a moment of silence.
“You know it turns me on when you make fun of me.”
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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.
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n2: the description of Oikawa being an asshole is obv not about his teenage self, but about his early 20s self
i have no particular feelings about the kid who shot charlie kirk. like it's not like anyone got radicalized off the back of that killing. it immediately became a gigantic joke. erika kirk started running around rallies doing aerial silks to kid rock songs. candace owens done lost what was left of her damn mind. nick fuentes is basically the same amount of influential he was always going to be. tradcathy at work outed herself as a hardcore antisemite by agreeing with the nick fuentes "charlie kirk was assassinated by the jews" theory. kids on the subway love to sing that we are charlie kirk song like it's the "let's get together and kill barney" of our time. all taken together it just kinda stands as an example of how nihilistic and pointlessly ultraviolent the late american empire became shortly before the fall of the emperor trump
osamu miya is your husband, you just haven’t been informed.
“last orders!” you said, cleaning up after the salary man who just left.
the last customers were a elderly couple who often came for dinner. living a few blocks away from the store allowed them to visit frequently, making them one of the common faces in onigiri miya.
you turned around and walked towards their table, asking for a final time if they wanted or needed anything before closing time.
“efficient as always mrs. miya”
“haha, thank you for your high praise, however i’m not a miya”
the woman looked surprised, as her husband calmly sips on the last bits of his green tea getting ready to leave.
“your not? i’m pretty sure the owner said you were his wife?”
this time you were the perplex one, looking down to your fingers to make sure you didn’t forget marrying your boyfriend.
raising your hand to show your empty ring finger, you felt another pair of hands wrap around the half raised arm, putting it back down by your sides. then you heard a voice from behind you.
“we just got married last month, so she’s still getting used to the new surname”
turning around you look at osamu, who was still holding your hands with a small mischievous smile on his face. you shoot him an inquisitive look, before returning your attention to the customers packing up to leave.
before you could correct his blatant lie, the woman chuckled. “fufufufu, you should’ve told me so earlier, enjoy being a newlywed while you can”
the woman shot you and your boyfriend a sweet smile, as her husband helps her put on her coat.
giving up on clearing up the misunderstanding, you escorted them to the exit.
before leaving the store the woman’s husband handed you some cash which you assumed to be a tip.
“consider it our wedding gift to you”
surprised by the reasoning, you tried to explain and clear up their misconception of your relationship with the owner.
“oh, we’re not actuall—“
“thank you so much for your blessings! we’ll see you next time!”
osamu cuts you off, grabbing your hand from behind again to wave the elderly couple off, wishing them a safe journey home with a wide grin on his face.
you glanced at your boyfriend, as he shamelessly walks back into the store. you followed him in, locking up after entering, shooting him another glance just to see him cleaning up his station like he didn’t just lie to get extra money.
“did you just propose to your employee at work? i’m pretty sure that’s an abuse of power mr. miya. wouldn’t want your business license getting suspended now would you?”
breaking your silence, you decided to question him on the events that transpired in the last 5 minutes.
“i don’t know what your talking about my dear?”
“you just lied to our regulars!”
you heard the grin in his voice as he replied.
“our? i’m pretty sure this place is called onigiri miya, so for them to be OUR regulars, you must be a miya”
“hmmmm, i don’t see a ring on my finger”
laughing at your response, he exercised his rights to remain silent. little did you know about the cake, bouquets, and engagement ring waiting for you at home, along with marriage filing documents he’d already signed.
-
a few months later, the regular elderly couple was back.
“mrs. miya, still as efficient as ever”
“thank you as always, i don’t deserved your high praise ma’am”
she chuckled in response “fufufu, i see you’ve gotten used to your new name.”
you flushed at her observation, not bothering to clear up the misunderstanding from before. as you sheepishly scratched your head flashing the glittering ring osamu proposed with.
❥ the many times you & suna get caught making out at school.
i. case one : the bleachers, during practice.
suna rintarou makes eye contact with you in between each successful block.
you ignore it. or try to. but your thighs are squeezing & he’s licking lips & you’re mean with want so you decide you can’t wait any longer. kita calls for a water break & you call rintarou to the stands. dumb dog doesn’t even hesitate.
“what.”
you mouth a come here & he raises a brow, but his feet shuffle after you regardless. he helps you over when you’re just about to stumble under the bleachers, & before the poor boy can regain a balance of his own you’re shoving him against the wall like he’s sack wheat.
he grabs your thighs like it’s instinct.
sugar lips. sticky gloss. heavy palm that can’t decide between your back & your throat. you’re pulling him deeper by the collar & he’s tapping your inner thigh desperately as if to say ‘baby baby lemme breathe’
“where the hell is suna?!”
but his tongue is down your throat so you don’t hear kita’s yell. suna’s palming your hips & squeezing your waist & you’re gasping his name while thumbing his neck and—
“AYOOOO,”
atsumu’s pointing to both of you with gaping mouth & widened eyes. “kita i found them! they’re doing foreplay under the—!”
you’re mortified. suna on the other hand? doesn’t even bother to wipe your saliva dribbling down his chin. he stares at atsumu with twitching brows & twisted face.
“you’re so annoying,” / “and you’re so in trouble”
atsumu doubles over as kita comes in & drags suna out by the collar. you on the other hand shuffle out quietly, quick to sneak away before you can fall victim to further embarassment.
★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.
offense: EXPLICIT BEHAVIOR IN STUDENT GYM
punishment : banned from entering the gym for a week.
issued by: kita shinsuke, sports president.
‘y/n, i expect better from you. and suna, you’re on probation.’
ii. case two : rooftop roughhousing
you think you’re so intelligent.
lunch break & you’re on the school rooftop with a skip in your step. you dragged suna rintarou away from his teammates during lunch & now he trails behind you with hands in his pockets as you hop unto the railing.
thighs crossed. hair in the wind. lopsided grin with blood drenched cheeks & eyes star-achingly bright. “tell me you love me.”
he’s rolling his eyes but his palms find your thighs. “i love you.”
you pout. “say it like you mean it.”
he kisses your neck instead.
you squeal, dodging suna’s kisses as he chases your lips with a grin. he pulls away teasingly before you tug him in by the tie.
you don’t hear the door unlock behind you.
rintarou’s tongue licks your molars. you kiss at his teeth & his thumb grazes your inner thigh as you giggle between his lips. he mutters something about how your gloss tastes like home before a voice sends a jolt down your spine:
“OUT.”
the home room teacher with obnoxious clipboard in hand & outfit desperate to align with the office siren aesthetic. you cling to suna as he quickly lifts you off the railing, palm still gripping your skirt even when he sets you on the ground.
busted.
★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.
offense: INAPPROPRIATE RELATIONS IN RESTRICTED AREA
punishment: detention.
issued by: madam keqing, homeroom teacher.
‘such behavior is not tolerated on school grounds. should this happen again, parents will be notified immediately.’
iii. case three : security snitching
suna’s tapping your thighs like it’s morse code for ‘mine.’
5PM thursday / behind the school gym / your fingers & suna’s belt loop. the middle blocker’s especially hungry today. god knows that thursdays mean you don’t get to share a single class with the athlete; so on days like this when school is long closed & you think no one’s watching he kisses you like he can’t fucking breathe.
point of empasis: you think no one’s watching.
the security camera overhead gets a front row seat to your antics. suna says your gloss spoils in the heat so you lick him off your wrist like honey. he’s pressing you against the wall with teeth on your earlobe like if he bites a little more you’ll seep into his skin. you let him unbutton your shirt & kiss you till he’s love-drunk & bleary eyed.
friday morning starts off in the vice-principal’s office.
black & white images neatly printed on the desk, a fan that blows just loud enough to cover up your feet tapping. you’re mortified. suna’s fingers, however, drum on your thigh like he’s not in trouble for kissing you silly on a midsummer day.
“what do you have to say for yourselves?”
“crazy work.”
you pinch him under the table. you don’t miss the grin that tugs at his lips as he takes a good look at the photos.
“interesting response, mr.suna,” the vice-principal’s eyes narrow. without them leaving suna he continues, “and ms. l/n ? i expect better from you. both your parents will be notified.”
you’re about to apologize & plead on your behalves, but suna notices the worry in your eyes & beats you to the punch.
“wait,” he clears his throat. “i have an explanation.”
“yes?”
“we’re in love.”
he says it like it’s the cure to all your problems. you resist the urge to slap him (and yourself).
“thank you, you are both dismissed. and again, your parents will be notified.”
busted.
again.
★ Y/N L/N ⎯⎯ STUDENT RECORD.
offense: EXPLICIT BEHAVIOR ON SCHOOL PROPERTY
punishment: parent report issued, two-day detention and required report on student ethics.
issued by: mr. ayato, vice principal.
‘inarizaki high makes it a point to ensure student safety by strictly prohibiting sexual or explicit acts on the premises. we hope ms.l/n will heed our warnings, regardless of whether or not she is “in love.”
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