thirty, flirty, and thriving
based on this list by @promptcalender, you can send in a fic request telling me what kind of flirt your character is, and whether they're still trying to convince you into a date or if they're keeping the spark of your relationship alive. if you'd like, you can also specify what kind of flirt you are, or else I'll make the reader how I want them to be. I'll write a corresponding fic for you.
please refer to the inspo link and examples below.
list of flirts (hyperlink to the inspo post)
SUBTLE, PLAYFUL, SUGGESTIVE, ROMANTIC, ANXIOUS, BOLD, SHY, CARETAKING, CASUAL & INTENSE
Animes to choose from: Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, Tokyo Revengers, Gachiakuta, Burning Kabaddi, Dr Stone, Tokyo Ghoul
Examples:
-August from Gachiakuta is a BOLD and SUGGESTIVE flirt, even if we're already together!
-Smiley from Tokyo Revengers is a PLAYFUL flirt, which is funny because so am I! I wonder if either of us will actually make a move...
-Uraraka from My Hero Academia is a SHY flirt<3
specify if you want gn!reader but do NOT specify f!reader.
USE THE 'MAKE A WISH!' BUTTON TO REQUEST THROUGH MY ASK BOX.
thank you @cottonlemonade for suggesting an amazing reference for the event name and for always hyping me up!!
thirty, flirty, and thriving
based on this list by @promptcalender, you can send in a fic request telling me what kind of flirt your character is, and whether they're still trying to convince you into a date or if they're keeping the spark of your relationship alive. if you'd like, you can also specify what kind of flirt you are, or else I'll make the reader how I want them to be. I'll write a corresponding fic for you.
please refer to the inspo link and examples below.
list of flirts (hyperlink to the inspo post)
SUBTLE, PLAYFUL, SUGGESTIVE, ROMANTIC, ANXIOUS, BOLD, SHY, CARETAKING, CASUAL & INTENSE
Animes to choose from: Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, Tokyo Revengers, Gachiakuta, Burning Kabaddi, Dr Stone, Tokyo Ghoul
Examples:
-August from Gachiakuta is a BOLD and SUGGESTIVE flirt, even if we're already together!
-Smiley from Tokyo Revengers is a PLAYFUL flirt, which is funny because so am I! I wonder if either of us will actually make a move...
-Uraraka from My Hero Academia is a SHY flirt<3
specify if you want gn!reader but do NOT specify f!reader.
USE THE 'MAKE A WISH!' BUTTON TO REQUEST THROUGH MY ASK BOX.
thank you @cottonlemonade for suggesting an amazing reference for the event name and for always hyping me up!!
“Did you hear about Megumi from JJK? I heard he finally introduced his partner to Gojo sensei. That could have only been chaotic.”
– @cottonlemonade for my first event.
A normal reaction
wc 306 – f!reader
“Sit down,” Megumi instructed Gojo, pointing at the sofa but averting his gaze. Gojo held his hands up, as if in defence, and chuckled.
“Whoa, didn’t your dad teach you it’s not nice to point?”
Megumi frowned even harder at the inappropriate joke, but brushed it off as typical Gojo. “Whatever, sit or don’t sit, I don’t care. But I need to tell you something, and you need to promise me that you’ll have a normal reaction.”
Megumi was ranting, Gojo’s keen eyes following him with amusement as the boy started moving around and organising stuff on the kitchen island just for a distraction.
“You have my undivided attention, Megumi. All six eyes, no infinity.”
With a scowl at the sheer cockiness of his guardian, Megumi leaned both palms on the island counter. “We’re having someone over for dinner tonight. And she’s my girlfriend.”
The immediate onset of confetti canons that seemingly came out of nowhere shouldn’t have surprised Megumi, given who Gojo was, but alas, he was startled. Wild eyes found Gojo, who had gotten off the couch and had his hands in the air as if in celebration.
“Thank the heavens! My kid has game!”
“That’s not a normal reaction!”
Gojo suspected it would be someone from the Kyoto school, but was surprised to find that his adopted son had actually talked to someone he wasn’t forced to interact with. You politely bowed when entering their estate, and Gojo was genuinely surprised.
Because even though you weren’t a jujutsu sorcerer, he had seen you before.
When he, Yuji, and Nobara spotted Megumi talking to a girl on the street, it totally embarrassed him, and they were told that the girl had only asked for directions.
“My, my,” Gojo cooed. “Pleasure to meet you again.”
To Megumi’s great despair, there’s just nothing normal about Gojo.
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/I'm sorry this kinda sucks, I hope it's at least a little funny<3
boyfriend!August who loves when you braid or even just brush his hair, especially as a morning ritual. time spent together before he’s gonna shut himself inside the workshop for the day.
boyfriend!August whose nails are always chipped from work, but he still asks you to paint them in a colour or design that matches yours.
boyfriend!August who needs you to teach him how to relax. he needs you to coax him out of his chair and force him to take a break, or else he'll just keep going until he burns himself out. his favourite is when you let him take a short nap with his head in your lap, or even completely flopped on top of you.
boyfriend!August who’s nearly moved to tears when he finds you and Eisha doing crafts together one evening, both with different colour schemes for your beads. you made a beaded keychain for him, and he kept it attached to his work overalls permanently ever since.
boyfriend!August who shamelessly grins as he lifts your shirt in his workshop, insisting he needs to measure you under your clothes (as if he doesn’t already know all your measurements by heart).
boyfriend!August who is SO loud about his love for you. there’ll be no doubt where his heart is, EVERYONE knows.
I’d love to write something for August Stilza but no ideas are coming to me, do you perhaps have any ideas you’d like to share with me? any scenarios I could use to jog my brain into motion?? xo
Masks – Uta x reader
anime: tokyo ghoul
wc 1082 – f!reader, I'm new to this fandom don't hate me
You knocked on the garage door, wrinkling your nose at the feel of metal on your knuckles. Perhaps being shielded from most types of violence made you too soft in the world of ghouls, but now you were suddenly left to fend for yourself, and there was no way around it.
The mask maker wasn’t expecting you, so you hoped you weren’t walking in at a bad time.
“Hello?” you called softly into the room after opening the door. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but a man named Yo… Yomo told me to come here.” Walking further into the room, your eyes wandered across the various decorations and projects, only to find that the most interesting thing to look at was the artist himself.
You let out a small gasp when he turned around and you saw his Kakugan, something you were forced to hide when you could for almost all your life.
“You’re… Uta?”
“How can I help you?”
“I need a mask. I’ve never really hunted for myself, and I’m…” You gulped, finding his stare unnerving. It was like he could see your racing heartbeat from meters away. “Scared.”
That made him squint, stand up and move closer. Your eyes followed him, hands clenching and unclenching nervously.
“Scared? You think it’d be easier to hide behind a mask?”
Unsure of how to respond, you clung to a breath that might hold the right words, only for Uta to chuckle.
“Understandable. Tell me about yourself. Your name first, preferably.”
Slowly, but surely, you told him your name, your circumstances and about how you’d grown up in a wealthy ghoul family. He didn’t seem much impressed with that, but he did seem… interested.
“A mask might make you a proper ghoul. Are you ready for that?”
“I have no choice.”
He eyed you for a second longer before smiling, nodding. “Let’s take your measurements, and then I’ll deliver it to Yomo when I’m done.”
Yomo glanced at his phone behind the coffee bar, mentally rolling his eyes, knowing it was from Uta. Again.
Had he known he’d be so interested in you, he would have avoided getting in between.
Uta was texting him constantly, asking how often you came to Anteiku and if you were getting food from them. Yomo had insisted you were only there for coffee every once in a while and paid for it by keeping Hinami company for an evening.
Sick of being left on read, Uta strolled through the doors of the cafe, finding you seated in the corner and humming happily under his breath.
He plucked the book you’d borrowed from your hands and placed it with the open pages down onto the table. You were startled, looking at him with wide eyes that only grew wider in surprise.
“Uta!” you whisper-yelled, hands coming up as if to shield him from the others in the cafe. “Shouldn’t you hide your Kakugan in public? What if a dove sees you?”
Uta took your hand and cradled it in his, pressing a kiss to the top of it. “I’m grateful to have a pretty lady concerned with me, but it‘s just ink.”
“Your eyes are…” you whispered, coming much closer than what you’d learned was polite. “Tattooed?”
“Yeah, it fades in a couple of months, but…” He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy how your curiosity started breaking down the obvious barrier you had earlier. “Like it?”
“It’s so unusual,” you muttered, but it held no venomous intent to it. “Even the red is ink?”
He just hummed a non-committal response, finger tracing the side of your face since you had leaned in closer. “Have you ever wanted a tattoo?”
A light blush bloomed on your cheeks, and you tried to divert your eyes. “Maybe when I was younger. But my family would never-“ the last words never came, but they lingered in the air between you anyway. My family would never allow it.
But your family wasn’t there anymore.
Once again, Uta only hummed, his lips once again taking on a smile. “Let me know when you figure out what you want. Or don’t, I can be creative.”
A shadow suddenly covered your table, and you startled before smiling when you saw it was “Touka!”
“Is he bothering you?” she asked, pointing right at Uta. The man sighed, getting out of his chair and stretching. Uta picked up something off the floor that you hadn’t even noticed he brought, only to set it on the table right in front of you. It was a pretty gift bag, your name written in a gorgeous font you couldn’t believe he’d drawn by hand.
“Your mask, I hope it’s to your liking.” While Touka decided she had completed Yomo’s mission of rescuing you, Uta leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Don’t be scared anymore. You can be whoever you want when you wear my mask.”
“Oh?”
Your head snapped up at the sound, and you crouched over the body you were devouring.
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to steal your food,” Uta assured, casually moving closer. “I just didn’t expect to see you here.”
“He tried to hurt a girl; he deserved it,” you defended yourself, even though he had given you no reason to.
Uta smiled crookedly, raising an eyebrow. “A vigilante?” He crouched down like you, hand tracing the edge of your mask. It was perfect for you. “Protecting humans.”
You scoffed lightly, but didn’t get to respond before Uta grabbed the mask and lifted it off your face. Horrified, you fell back and covered your face with your hands, as if he couldn’t see you being a ghoul. There were still blood stains around your mouth, and your eyes were dark enough to drown in.
Uta never thought you looked more beautiful. The one version of you he wanted for himself.
“Beautiful,” he whispered and followed you as you fell back, stepping over the dead body. You didn’t fight him, but pressed your eyes closed. “You can take your masks off with me.”
And when you finally opened your eyes again, your fear vanished as you saw Uta. His eyes were everything you didn’t want yours to be.
And yet, they were beautiful.
“Uta,” you breathed out before choking on a sob. “Thank you.”
Uta chuckled, pecking your temple.
Flustered as he leaned over you, you tried to think of what to say. “Uhm… would you like… a bite of my food?”
“How romantic.”
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/I hope this isn't terrible, but thank you for suggesting Uta @dragon-chica<3
I’ve finished the tokyo ghoul manga and am working my way through :re. Would you be interested in me writing for any particular tokyo ghoul characters?
thinking of dating Zanka while being the unofficial ‘mother’ or ‘older sister’ of team child.
Zanka regularly hears you calling for “Dear” and turns around looking way too sweet, only to see you greeting little Dear Santa. Riyo and Enjin have seen it happen, and do not let him forget it.
Zanka thinks he‘s pretty good at keeping things romantic, flirting casually under his breath while the two of you are around headquarters. unfortunately, it’s regularly interrupted by either Guita or Dear tugging on your hands for your attention. if someone claims Zanka pouts about it, they have no proof.
whenever you have the evening off, the two of you spend all evening talking and cuddling in your room until sleep takes its hold. it’s rarely uninterrupted, though, as Guita sneaks in if she ever has a nightmare, hoping to stay with you and ending up between you and Zanka. it usually leads to Zanka on the floor.
and don’t get me started on the misconception that you’re romantically involved with Bro, which annoys Zanka to no end. no one guessed you, sweet you, to be dating someone who preferred not to work with the children.
but it could be nice, too, watching him stretch his patience a little further because he knows you’re watching. it’s much easier to get Zanka to teach them how to use their vital instruments better when he can impress you at the same time.
you like to think this progress is what makes Zanka soften up to Rudo after a while.
when the kids go to Hole town and then walk to Canvas town, you’re part of the small team following and watching over them. before leaving, Enjin assures Zanka, who’s still bound to a hospital bed, that he’ll take care of his ‘wife and kids’.
with red ears and a frown, he thanks Enjin without denying it.
Poor posture – Seishu Inui x reader
anime: tokyo revengers
wc 334 – gn!reader, future timeline spoilers?
“You’re gonna mess up your back sitting like that all day,” you said when you entered the bike shop and found your boyfriend curled up on the floor in front of a motorbike. His legs were crossed, but his back was awkwardly folded over himself to get under it.
Inui strained his neck to try to look at you over his shoulder without breaking his poor posture, lest he have to realign his spine before finishing the job.
“Don’t know what you mean.”
You snorted a small laugh and crouched down behind him, sneaking your hands around his waist and pulling him back against you. He groaned, bones cracking as he let you abduct him until he just flopped back on top of you.
“There we go!” you giggled from under him, running a hand through the front of his hair as his head rested on your chest. “I would like to borrow you for lunch.”
Inui made a big show of turning around, doing everything not to put too much weight on you until he found the perfect spot to plot back down on, this time with his face conveniently over yours. “You’ll have to ask the boss.”
Then he leaned down, letting slow kisses linger on your lips until the two of you melded into each other. You had both hands in his hair now, holding it back while he supported some of his weight on one arm and let his other hand roam from your waist and up.
“The boss says yuck,” Draken spoke up from the door, which startled you so much you instinctively pushed Inui off you, as if it was your boss.
“That’s entirely inappropriate, babe!” you scolded Inui jokingly, making faces of disbelief at Draken, who just rolled his eyes.
Inui scoffed and pushed your shoulder before getting up, then helped you up off the floor. While his face was as calm as it usually was, you giggled under your breath at how his ears burned red.
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/I just finished the Tokyo Revengers manga, it was amazing
“Did you hear about Kaminari from BNHA? I heard he’s been pretending to study in the library to spot a certain someone.”
– @pocky21 for my first event.
Recharged
wc 356 – f!reader
“What are you doing here, dimwit?”
Kaminari nearly jumped out of his skin, dragging the pen across the page where he had been pretending to write sensible things for the last hour. He grumbled under his breath at how Bakugo and Kirishima disturbed his peace, glancing to see if you had been disturbed by the commotion, too.
You were no less focused on your work.
With another sigh, Kaminari looked at his friends. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
The silence hung over them for a second, only for Kirishima to shrug. “No idea. You wouldn't be studying, so…”
Kaminari once again reacted with disappointment. “You guys don’t get it. This place has revigorated my passion for school. I can feel the knowledge in the air in here.”
One of the business class students hushed them for talking in the library, only to quiet down when Bakugo threatened them. Kirishima barely flinched and looked at Kaminari with suspicion.
“Wait, you’re not Toga, are you?”
“What? No!”
“Who is it?” Bakugo suddenly cut in angrily.
“Too many questions, slow down,” Kaminari whined.
“Exactly. You’re dumb. So who made you come here?”
Kaminari’s eyes softened, and Kirishima’s head tilted in curiosity when he noticed. The yellow-haired boy hesitantly glanced to the side, where you were swaying your head calmly to whatever music you listened to while studying.
“Ahh.”
“Another girl, I see.”
Kaminari was quick to set his glare back on his friends, whisper-yelling so everyone wouldn’t hear. “Not just another girl. She’s… really cool.”
“That’s what you always say. Let’s go, we’re wasting time.” Bakugo grumbled like usual, pulling the other with him.
But the disturbance wasn’t without reward. When they finally left, Kaminari dared to shoot you another small look, only to find your eyes on him and a small smile on your lips. It was heaven-sent, and recharged his energy to keep pretending he could study for another hour.
“Did you hear about Mikey from Tokyo Revengers? His long-term girlfriend surprised him with his favourite dorayaki for his birthday.”
– @bobateagojo for my first event.
Dorayaki betrayal
wc 525 – f!reader
Bouncing happily on the balls of your feet, you knocked on the door to the Sano household. Behind your back, you held Mikey’s birthday gift, wrapped up in a pretty bow and decorated with a kiss of lipstick on the paper bag. It still smelled heavenly.
Emma opened the door, squealing and embracing you in a quick hug before leading you down the hall as if you hadn’t been there a million times. The two of you caught up on the 41 hours that had passed since you last saw each other.
“But the birthday gremlin? How’s his mood been today?” you asked, mostly as a joke.
However, Emma’s nose wrinkled. “He was just fine this morning, loved the new slippers I got him, but then stomped back to his room after checking his phone.”
Now you were frowning, confused as to what could have caused such a reaction, and slightly concerned that he had been mulling over it alone for half an hour.
“I’ll check on him,” you reassured her with a smile before knocking on his bedroom door and opening it even without an answer, letting Emma return to whatever she did before.
Just after settling down on the couch with his sister, happily adorned in brand new slippers for him to wear to death, Mikey had been sent a photo from Smiley, depicting you at his favourite Dorayaki stand right by the park you guys would go to on unplanned dates. At first, he had pouted about how you were there without him, but then he finally looked away from you to find who you were smiling so prettily at.
Takemitchy.
“The traitor returns with her mask on, huh?” he said cryptically, turning around cross-legged on his bed as if he sat on an office chair, except this involved more awkward scooting.
You raised an eyebrow, gift still hidden behind your back. “Not sure what that means, love. You’re being real cryptic. Or poetic, I suppose.”
Mikey sighed, crossed his arms, looked to the side and huffed stubbornly. “Cheater.”
In surprise and halfway as a joke, you gasped, clutching your pearls. “What?!”
“Not only did you go out with Takemitchy,” he started mumbling, making you blink in disbelief, but you let him finish. “You two went to get my favourite food.” He stilled for a second, rethinking his words. “I meant that the other way, but you get it! Cheater!”
At this point, he was looking at you again with a sour look. Annoyed, you walked over to his bedside and dropped the present beside him. “Happy birthday, it‘s fresh Dorayaki. Takemitchy says hi, by the way.”
Mikey pursed his lips, silently staring at the present for what felt like a whole minute, and with what you hoped was shame. Then, he clicked his tongue and pulled the bow, opening it. “Want to share it and watch anime?”
You shook your head, taking the treat and pushing his chest so he’d loosen up and let you lean against him. “I’m choosing.”
“It’s my birthday-“
“Tough shit.”
Still, he did enjoy himself the most when he got to hold you and eat dorayaki.
“Did you hear about Uraraka from My Hero Academia? Her classmate gifted her a box of homemade mochi in different flavors...I'm not too sure, but I think it was for a confession :0”
– @stellar-headquarters for my first event.
Mochis – Uraraka x reader
wc 418 – gn!reader
Jiro was the first one in the classroom that morning, and she didn’t think much of the box placed so prettily on Uraraka’s desk, which was right beside hers. Perhaps Uraraka left something behind yesterday, but it wasn’t her business either way.
Asui, however, felt it was entirely her business.
“Ochaco?” she queried, notifying her best friend that something was up. She hummed in answer, leaning around to see what Asui was looking at. “Were these here when we left yesterday?”
Uraraka’s head tilted curiously, putting her books down on her desk before picking up the box. It was prettily decorated in stickers of different animals, and the box itself was a light pink that almost matched her hero costume. “Wow,” she whispered, carefully moving a hand to open the box.
You got to class a bit later, having nervously wandered around the school building to avoid seeing Uraraka’s reaction to your present and confession. The present was a box of homemade mochi, with three different flavours, and underneath them lay a note telling her about your feelings.
Despite your strategically late arrival, your eyes naturally found Uraraka the second you walked into the classroom.
Midoriya was rambling about something to her, but Uraraka seemed distracted, and you noticed the half-eaten piece of mochi in her hand. The other half was stuffed in her mouth, and she looked so happy munching on it that your heart skipped a beat.
Diverting your eyes to your desk, you sat down just as Aizawa entered for attendance. Leaning your chin on your hand, you switched routinely between watching the teacher and the back of Uraraka’s head.
Until something softly bumped into your leg. With a confused frown, you slowly glanced to the side of your desk. Floating about halfway up your shin was one of the mochis, still sitting in the little paper cup, with a folded note tucked into the side. Still moving slowly so Aizawa wouldn’t catch you, you put your hand under the treat and lifted it to your desk, gulping nervously as if that would make your heart move back down from your throat.
Opening the note with sweaty hands, you glanced up at Uraraka to find her looking over her shoulder, a sweet smile on her face and cheeks rosy like petals.
You looked down, smile already forming, to find that one of the boxes you had drawn had been filled in with a pink glitter heart.
You didn’t particularly enjoy fighting your fellow cleaners, but you couldn’t get any better at combat without practice. So at some point, you and Riyo started practising sword fighting, using wooden swords you found in a garbage pile while on a mission.
This change of practice might have come about after Riyo was banned from using her instrument against people she didn’t want to hurt more permanently, and you had the reason for the ban in a scar on your thigh.
Zanka walked in while the two of you were neck deep in a fight, and the sight of him in the corner of your eye gave Riyo the perfect opportunity to get your hand and make you let go of your weapon. While you whined at the pain in your fingers, Riyo forced you up against the wall with her sword pointed at your neck.
“Ha ha! Thanks, Zanka.”
You pouted in annoyance, glancing at your boyfriend, and then the Assistaff. Oh.
“Love?”
That was all Zanka needed to hear, swiftly throwing his instrument in the air at the perfect angle that let you grip it a second later, ultimately beating Riyo with the more advantageous weapon.
“Ha!” you echoed, with a manic smile at your friend before helping her off the ground.
“Clearly, I won the actual fight,” Riyo sighed confidently. “You had help.”
You mimicked Zanka’s hand movements, caressing the staff with equal care. “I was resourceful.”
Riyo cackled, and the two of you continued bickering without even acknowledging Zanka, who was annoyed at the lack of attention after saving you from a terrible fake death.
“Ehem,” he grumbled. “Enjin asked me to-“
“What the hell is taking so long?” Rudo yelled from the door. You and Riyo looked to him instead.
“Oh, sorry! Did you need us?” you asked him kindly, already walking over. The two of you exited with Rudo, leaving Zanka to sputter in disbelief and rush after you.
“Did you hear about Genya from Demon Slayer? Apparently, he confessed to his long-time crush today!!”
– @helpwhat for my first event.
Stick to you – Genya x reader
wc 638 – gn!reader
Genya was brave enough to take on demons without a breathing style, but finally confessing to his feelings for you? Just the thought had him sweating up a storm.
He’d already asked his brother for guidance, but he had nothing to contribute and wasn’t exactly interested in a conversation anyway, so Genya approached Tanjiro instead. Surely, he had some romantic experience.
“None,” he said with a soft smile. “I never confessed to anyone before, but I sure hope I get to one day!”
Genya blinked at the blatant but unhelpful positivity, then chuckled. “Well, maybe you can help me anyway?”
Tanjiro’s head tilted in interest, already making Genya’s cheeks flush. “Who is it?”
Genya sighed and looked to the side, where you were helping prepare the food for the demon slayers that had reached Gyomei’s level of the Hashira training.
You and Genya had trained together for years under Gyomei, and Genya’s feelings for you flourished surprisingly quickly. He suspected your master knew of his feelings, as the two of you were almost always paired for patrols.
A lot of people praised Gyomei for training someone with a temper like his, but he credited much of it to you. You never saw his anger as something to fix or control. Even when you found out he ate demons to make up for his lack of breathing style, you told him he must have been so horribly desperate to go that far, instead of running away like he feared.
“…Genya?”
He shook his head, a little startled when Tanjiro shook him back into the moment. “Sorry, uhh… it’s y/n.”
Tanjiro gasped happily, hearts in his eyes as he clapped his hands. “That’s exciting!”
“Sure,” Genya mumbled, too shy to function. “I just don’t know how to say it without ruining our friendship.”
“Say what?”
Genya nearly jumped into Tanjiro’s arms when you suddenly appeared right beside him, a smug smile on your face from successfully catching him off guard.
“You’re so red!” you snickered, hand on his arm and leaning against it to support your laughing fit. Genya wished he could deny the butterflies he felt hearing that laugh, but alas.
Genya was about to brush the conversation off when he found Tanjiro looking back and forth between you in the most obvious manner. “Tanjiro, no-”
“Genya wanted to tell you something!” the other boy announced, clutching his hands together and eyeing you two with childlike wonder.
“What?”
“Uhm…” Genya looked around for any kind of swift escape, then realised you were familiar with all of them and would probably take it as a challenge anyway. Taking two deep breaths, he finally settled on staring at your feet, hands clutched into fists at his sides. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but…”
You perked up, eyes twinkling with hope.
“Seeing as we’re training for possibly life-ending battles, I can’t help but think there’s no time to waste…”
“Mhm,” you agree, hoping it would reflect some kind of encouragement.
“And I’ve felt this way since… it feels like forever.”
Finally fed up with him avoiding eye contact, you forcibly grabbed his hands, taking a step closer and catching his eyes the second he looked up in surprise. “You’re really building up the tension here.”
So flustered that it felt like his heart was running a marathon, Genya just blurted it out. “I love you, and not just as a friend!”
You felt a breeze of sakura petals fly by, your stomach flip tenfold, and your breath hitching. Your words got crumpled by the excitement, so all you could do was answer him by action.
A kiss, of course.
Genya took a few seconds to react, and barely had time to reciprocate before loud clapping interrupted it.
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