✧ yeah of course you may! that said though, this got out of hand and turned into general affection hcs, i hope that’s alright haha ^^~
Prefacing this with a lil characterisation note of mine: Masumi grew up pretty detached from others so he’s not really used to being spoiled with affection for a while. Even if he’s fiercely protective and very attached, he’s also a little distant until he gets comfortable.
(Shy’s probably a better word for it, but will he admit that? No!)
Alright so the first time you hugged him, he pretty much short circuited? He just kind of stood there for a minute, stunned, before he put his arms back around you. You pulled away to see a slightly awed look on his face and he just stared at you for a long minute with a slight blush on his cheeks.
Masumi is generally pretty happy with any form of affection, even if he’s not probably going to initiate any PDA outside of holding hands, and once he’s used to you he’s ~clingy~ lol. You’re practically never alone, even if the two of you are just in the same room doing separate things.
As for spoiling him with affection once he’s used to you - just gently thumb over his face, run your fingers over his cheeks and eyelids and forehead, and watch him melt. It’s not something that you get to see often, but doing that will get him every single time.
He’d never fall asleep before you and he knows you aren’t drowsy enough, but he certainly seems relaxed enough to take a nap as he leans into your touch and sighs quietly a couple of times. It’s nice to see him a little more vulnerable for a while.
tsumugi: please he gets so flustered if you do, especially in the morning when he's still half asleep. probably circumstantial backpack hugs with this one, more likely to pull you in by the waist for a proper hug.
tasuku: arm around your shoulders instead of hug from behind, but it was suggested he try it at some point and he's got to admit he's a bit curious on the reaction. surprisingly chill with being hugged from behind?
hisoka: similar to misumi, but doesn't do it in public. 50% chance he falls asleep and drags you down with him, congrats on being caught in the sleepy hisoka vortex. take a nap. he is simply too flighty to be hugged from behind, let him come to you.
homare: more likely to put a hand on your upper back and go in for a cheek kiss, it doesn't really occur to him! depends on his mood whether or not he's fine being hugged, but he will politely inform you if he's not as he’s twisting out of reach.
azuma: prime offender number three my beloved, that's him. sets his chin on your shoulder to have a stickybeak. also has ulterior motives. loves being both the hugger and the hugged, twists back to kiss your forehead.
guy: unlikely, but possible? confused the first time you did it but got really chill with it really quickly, genuinely likes being hugged from behind. oddly calming for him, he can't pin why. probably likes being hugged more than hugging in this scenario.
banri: a fiend, if only in private. has a reputation to maintain outwardly but he's a sucker for physical affection, presses his face into the back of your neck and just chills there when he needs a moment and he knows nobody else is around. makes snarky comments when you do it to hi,.
juza: a little awkward with the practise of it, but likes the concept and how it feels to hug you from behind. he's very solid and that's comforting, likes when you put your hands over his around your waist. remarkably chill with being hugged too, but prefers to be the one hugging.
taichi: also a little awkward but Enthusiasm Edition. pulls you backwards a little bit when he does pull you in for a hug like this. likes chilling like that while you talk about your days! on the flip side, hell yes he'd like a backpack hug, thanks.
omi: PRIME OFFENDER NUMBER TWO. THIS JACKASS (also affectionate) KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HE’S DOING. sets his chin on your shoulder/head so he can see what you're up to and just chats while he has his arms around you, 100% aware you're a little distracted.
sakyo: no.*
*i am mostly kidding, he's a very affection-behind-closed-doors person and is likely to just pull you into a hug properly if he wants one that badly. does not mind backpack hugs, again, as long as it's behind closed doors
azami: NO?*
*if hand holding is for after marriage what makes you think you’re getting in hugging range?
tenma: Absolutely Not What The Hell Would He Do That For. kidding, mostly - but he is unlikely to hug you from behind. he will, however, spontaneously combust and then just kinda melt if you hug him from behind! please do it. it'll be funny.
yuki: listen, the closest you've gotten is being measured for a costume. not super comfortable with backpack hugs unless it's from one or two very specific people - but there is a tiny chance that he might as long as you don’t ever call attention to him doing it.
muku: generally only if he needs comfort, and it's mostly to get your attention so you can turn around and hug him properly. probably won't do it when there are others around because it's such an obvious show for "please help".
misumi: backpack hugs with his arms around your shoulders instead of your waist! congrats you now have a sumi cape. just drops his whole body weight into the hug dude what the fuck. loves being hugged from behind though!
kazunari: slightly more likely to come at you from the side and pull you in to him with an arm around your waist, but can definitely be known to hug from behind! another one that loves being backpack hugged.
kumon: PRIME OFFENDER. THIS JACKASS (AFFECTIONATE) WILL HUG YOU FROM BEHIND AND EVEN PICK YOU UP IF HE KNOWS YOU'RE COOL WITH IT. thinks it's hilarious, genuinely very cuddly, extremely chill with having it done to him. pats his cheek affectionately.
✧ spring troupe & reader / headcanons, fluff
✧ ngl this was absolutely spurred by the concept of itaru being a menace for hugs from behind, but then i decided to do it for everyone! i do refer to these as backpack hugs but for the most part i do just mean hugs from behind :>
✧ summer troupe / autumn troupe / winter troupe
sakuya: possible! probably only if nobody's watching and he really needs a hug, but he prefers to ask directly because he feels a little awkward just wrapping his arms around you when you're not expecting it. manages to be surprised every single time you do it to him.
masumi: genuinely depends on who you are. if you're the object of his affections? yeah absolutely he'll go for a hug from behind at any given opportunity, and you are more than welcome to do the same to him (this is a request, even if he might not say it outright). otherwise? fat chance.
tsuzuru: about 50-50 on you hugging him from behind or the other way around but it is known to happen! usually it's when one of you are working and the other just needs a little bit of affection without wanting to distract too much.
itaru: will do it when he's either tired or curious, and does not care if the others are around. if tired he'll bury his face in your shoulder and just cling there, otherwise he sets his chin there so he can watch what you're up to. comfortable with receiving them because it leaves his hands free to game.
citron: this man is a menace for backpack hugs on both ends. partly because it's easier to coax you into cuddles, also that way hugs are allowed without disrupting work especially if either of you are doing something kind of important! tends to kiss at your ear while he's got you and you can't escape.
chikage: unlikely to be the backpack hugger. 80% of the time if he does it, it's to startle you - arm around your waist and pulls you back a little type beat. surprisingly does not mind being hugged like that if nobody is around, though.
✧ haiba alisa x gn!reader / fluff, meet-cute
✧ warnings: there’s one out of context timeskip spoiler here
✧ is there a word for, even if it is only for an instant, falling in love with a total stranger?
✧ cross-posted to my ao3 here
You first meet her in the early afternoon of mid-spring, when the seasonal flowers are in full bloom and the air has the slightest promise of summer ahead.
The corridors of your university are familiar territory by now, winding stairs and questionably rickety elevators, narrow hallways that are way too claustrophobic in the midst of students leaving their just-finished lectures. Honestly, you’re just glad that the majority of your classes are just a little out of the way. They can be hard to get to at some times, but there are less people to contend with.
With your lesson finished for the afternoon, you’re on your way out of the building (something easy to eat sounds really good right now; maybe ramen? Though you aren’t sure you’re that hungry), when you cross paths with someone you haven’t met before. You stop in your tracks; she’s the only other person in the hall, but you feel like you might just have fallen into the role of an unwitting voyeur just by being in her presence.
She stands by the bay window, one hand raised to the curtains to keep them out of the way. The slight tilt of her chin turns her scrutiny towards the garden, attention fixed firmly on something amid the flowers two stories below. The golden light of late-afternoon shifts in ripples over platinum hair, a well-kept silken wave that cascades down her back. Her blush-pink blouse has a red pattern you can’t quite make out, but you suspect they might be a fruit of some kind.
There’s a curious grace to her posture that belies the youth in her face, reminiscent of a monarch whose compassionate eyes constantly trace the well-loved lines of her kingdom. How long has she lived to see her people flourish under love and guidance? What has she seen, who has she loved, in the eternity that trails in her wake?
If she were an everlasting queen then oh, what you wouldn’t give to be a knight in service to Her Majesty.
The curtains fall and sway when she lets them go a moment later, dancing in the peculiar rhythm of gravity. She turns to you without losing a single line of that peculiar posture.
Her eyes are so green. You’d liken them to emeralds, but that might be cliche, so you settle to file them away as chips of green-glass bottles caught by the sunlight. But they aren’t just that either; they’re just a touch bluer than that, as if someone had dusted the finest layer of a winter sunday’s morning beneath the verde.
The corners of her eyes crinkle just so when she smiles politely, melting any lingering frost that your mental comparison might have garnered, and your breath catches. Did you die? Surely you have. There's no way someone like this exists on your earth.
“Hi.” You say, eloquently.
“Hello.” She responds. Her voice is high and clear, flush with the ring of a thousand chimes even if you cannot find their source.
Is there a word for, even if it is only for an instant, falling in love with a total stranger?
(Maybe not, but you know there are words to describe falling in love with someone you have grown to know as well as yourself. Perhaps that will suit your heart a little better.)
“Are you new?” Your venture is shaky at best, but apparently this peculiar piece of divinity has chosen to humour you because her eyes sparkle when she shakes her head.
“Ah, no - I don’t attend here. I’ve been hired to model for an art module the university is teaching this semester.”
“You’re a model?” You echo, barely catching yourself from voicing the awe-filled murmur of that makes a lot of sense.
“I am!” She chirps, enthusiasm shining through the cracks in her eloquence. You suspect that you’re being bathed in sunlight just from the upward twitch of her smile.
“Do you know which building you’re going to be in?”
“Well …” The smile slips from her face, replaced by a soft frown. She places one hand on her cheek, averting her eyes for a moment. Her brows furrow. “I was looking for the administration building, so that someone could point me in the direction I’m meant to be going. I came here today for that reason, actually. But I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere!” She buries her face in her hands, and through the gaps in her hair you can see the tips of her ears turn red.
“Oh, I- I can show you back if you want!” The offer slips out before you can really think to catch it, and you raise your hands a little in a placating gesture. She peeks through her fingers at you, blinks a couple of times, and slowly lowers her hands from her face. There's still a slight pink tint to her cheeks.
“Really? I don't want to cause you any trouble.”
“My class is finished and I was heading back that way. It's no problem at all, promise.” You smile, and the reassurance seems to settle her somewhat because she relaxes back into that easy grace she'd transfixed you with when you had first seen her. Hope blooms across her features.
“Thank you so much!”
You wonder briefly, as you exit the building by her side, how she managed to get this lost. Your building isn’t exactly easy to find (unlike the admin building where she claims that she needed to go). It’s both exasperating and incredibly endearing at the same time, and you can’t quite keep the smile off your face. Despite appearances, maybe she is simply human like you.
At the side of your nameless sovereign you walk in companionable quiet, as if you've known each other for scores of years rather than a few moments. You keep an eye on your surroundings with the practised ease which speaks of your being a student here - perhaps more so than usually would. She does not know the little pitfalls and potholes of the campus paths as intimately as you, so you feel duty-bound in a sense to make sure she doesn’t trip.
Perhaps there is still room for a knight in slightly dented armour by the side of a clandestine queen.
“This is the one. I’ll walk you to the building, if you want.”
Her response is an affirmative nod, and the small motion warms a hollow space in your lungs that you hadn’t quite been sure what to do with until that moment. You take a breath to ask a question; you aren’t quite sure what it would be, however -
Pushed by fate, or perhaps just right on cue, her shoe catches on a notorious crack in the pavement as the two of you approach the administrative building. The question dies in your throat as she yelps, tottering forward, but - by some divine intervention - you're just as fast.
Your grip on her arm isn't exceptionally graceful but it's enough to stop her fall, and you haul her upright in one smooth motion. Her hands are warm against your forearm as she steadies herself. You catch a whiff of perfume, somewhere between peach and vanilla; soft and sweet, like she.
The two of you linger for what might just be a heartbeat longer than necessary before dropping your hands, shy smiles directed away from the other. Your gaze is caught by the shift of her shirt against her arm; her shirt is patterned with what you think might be lychees, but you'd need to see the fruit in person to be sure. It’s you who breaks the silence first, piping up among the brush of a soft breeze that rustles at your clothes.
“You okay?”
“Yes. You saved me again.” There's a teasing lilt to her voice, that soft smile back in place which instils a soft sense of yearning. She brushes pale strands out of her eyes, tucking the wave of platinum behind her ear. She startles slightly with no trigger, and reaches for the bag slung over her shoulder.
“Here.” She searches through her bag for a moment, pulling free a pen and a notepad. Brows creased, she scribbles something on the page and folds it over before pressing it into your hand. Warm, you note, but the fleeting moment ends before you can form enough thought to follow the impression. “I have to get going now before the office closes but thank you for helping me!”
She flees with a wave and a swirl of peach-vanilla perfume, that soft pink flush back on her cheeks. A cape would not be out of place trailing in her wake, tangling in the wind left behind by hurried footsteps.
As quickly as she entered your life she’s gone again: leaving you with your thoughts, oath-bound with nothing to shield once more. A fleeting moment granted by fate at the side of a nameless regent, light personified in the form of unlit hair and green eyes. You remain in the late afternoon sun for a moment, free hand raised in farewell, thoroughly stunned by her sudden departure.
I forgot to ask her name.
...
Alisa rustles through her bag and laments over the fact that she had her business cards with her the whole time. It must have been awkward, watching her scribble on a note like that, but she'd seen no other option.
Her phone lights up with a text from an unknown number, your introduction sitting on the screen alongside an affirmation that you'd been the one to help her out today, and she smiles. She didn't fancy herself a queen by any measure besides confidence, but maybe there was something to be said about a knight in shining armour coming to her rescue in an unfamiliar place.
can i just say that i am so proud of every single person reading this?
it may sound preachy but these past few months have been pretty tough on the majority of people,,
and while some people have been fine with quarantine, others have struggled and that’s PERFECTLY OKAY!
not everyone can deal with constantly being at home with their family, or constantly by themselves,, some people can deal with the workloads that they were given and others can’t,, and no matter how you dealt with it,, YOURE SUPER VALID!! don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!
here’s also a reminder to drink some water and have a snack! take care of yourself!
✧ azumane asahi x gn!reader / fluff
✧ timeskip spoilers if you squint but nothing specific
✧ just some more morning fluff. i still love this dude so much
the room is bright when you crack your eyes open, morning sun filtering through the blinds. you’re still drowsy, but it’s a pleasant sensation because you don’t have anywhere to be today. the air is peaceful, and it’s generally very pleasant.
you close your eyes again and roll over in bed, expecting to knock into asahi somewhere along the way. he usually gravitates towards the middle of the mattress during the night, making this little morning game all the more rewarding when you feel mischievous enough to start it. he catches you every single time, and every single time your ridiculous heart beats a little faster in response.
you do not knock into him. in fact, you nearly fall off the bed with a panicked squeak because you overestimated how much room you had to roll. incredibly confused and definitely awake now because of the jolt of adrenaline, you reach out across the bed from where you’d come. there’s a faint warmth that lingers between the sheets, stronger from where you had been than where you are now, but that confirms your suspicion - you are currently alone in bed.
a glance at the clock on the nightstand reveals the time: 7:32am.
mildly confused, you sit upright and frown at the pale blue bedspread. that’s weird. you’re normally the first awake - asahi hates mornings, a rather ironic fact given his name and also one which made you laugh for thirty seconds straight when you found out. that aside though, he’s not often awake before eight unless he has work.
coaxed out of the warm bed by curiosity, you pad down the hall in an attempt to figure out where your boyfriend has disappeared to. he would have mentioned something if he’d had morning plans, or set an alarm at least.
you find him in the living room, sitting in a patch of sunlight with his feet pulled up onto the couch. he balances his sketchbook on his thighs, and the warm brown throw blanket is draped over his shoulders.
asahi hasn’t noticed you just yet, so you take the opportunity to observe him while he draws. his brow is slightly furrowed with concentration, lips turned in a small frown. his hair is loose, falling just past his collarbones now. you can’t quite see his eyes due to the frames of his glasses, but you can perfectly picture the serious look that they hide. it’s familiar to you now, but even sometimes asahi catches you off guard with his intensity.
only a few moments pass, but the cold air of the apartment is starting to nip at your shoulders and that blanket wrapped around asahi’s shoulders looks awfully warm.
“morni-iiiin’.” your greeting is interrupted halfway through by a yawn that you’ve failed to stifle, and he looks up from his page. his dark eyes crinkle at the corners, a fond smile settling on his features as you cross the room to join him on the couch.
“good morning.” he murmurs, voice still rough with sleep. you curl up at his side, and he lifts his arm to wrap the blanket around your shoulders too. you snuggle closer, heart warming as asahi leans down to peck you on the cheek.
“did i wake you?” he asks softly. you shake your head no, and the pencil begins to skate over the page again. you watch it create delicate lines, a vision brought forth by nothing except the mind’s eye and a talented hand.
the earlier sense of peace returns - your world is narrowed to the small living room. the air is cool but it’s warm underneath the blanket. sunlight warms the side of your face. you think that you might get breakfast soon, or maybe you will be soothed back to sleep. it’s a morning to take things slow and settle into familiar comfort - even if you are awake before eight.
uh number 14 from the random dialogue prompts with iwaizumi or kuroo?
two slices of the same orange
who: iwaizumi x reader
what: fluff
plot: “Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”
wc: 502
You and Iwaizumi have always been a pair. It wasn’t that you guys are opposites, but rather you both seemed to be different kinds of bread made of the same dough. There was nothing more comforting to him than to come home from a long day at work and find you doing something unexpected but still somehow endearing. You could be hanging off the couch upside down watching TV or stacking cans of cat foot on the counter into a castle. It didn’t matter — he’d still find his heart doing a somersault at the sight of you or something you said.
This time, it’s the latter. His heart is doing a complete tumbling routine for the first time in… Ever. And you? God what is he going to do with you…
“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming…” You stare at your boyfriend. Will you still call him that after this moment? You’re staring straight down at him and he’s just waiting for you to say or do something else. But you don’t.
“Y-Y/N,” he urges, ears and neck starting to warm up in embarrassment. “I’m literally proposing to you right now and that’s your response?” His eyes are begging you for something more. People are staring at or recording the two of you and he’s never been one to be open with intimate moments like this. You may be, but he’s not.
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