kraanfic (get it instead of fanfic it's kraanfic hahaha)
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hi yes this was made for shits and giggles. the original (written over a year ago wow) was 23 pages long and VERY badly written... since then, i have rewritten it and condensed it to be only 12 pages now, yay!!
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Kraandop x fem!reader
word count: 3419 words
warning(s): uses y/n‼️⚠️ (ewwww ik)
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The Overwatch menu music hummed in the background as you adjusted your camera and double-checked your stream setup. You had just gone live. Your chat buzzed with anticipation, the messages flying faster than you could read.
[User123]: You gonna confess today, Y/N? 👀
[BigFan44]: Bet $5 Kraan knows already.
[PocketMain69]: DUO WHEN??
You rolled your eyes, cheeks already warming.
"Guys, relax," you said, voice laced with amusement. "It’s not like Kraan even knows who I am."
It wasn’t entirely true. You were a streamer too, and while you weren’t pulling Kraandop level numbers, you’d crossed paths before. A few friendly interactions in each other’s chats, a couple of Overwatch Twitter memes liked back and forth—it wasn’t much, but it was enough to fuel your harmless (and totally not obvious) crush on the tank main.
The guy was a legend. Whether it was diving as Winston or holding the line as Reinhardt, Kraandop had a knack for commanding the battlefield. Not to mention, he was ridiculously charming.
You were about to queue up for your own game when a notification popped up.
Kraandop has gone live. And as fate had it, he was using the wheel during this stream.
Your chat erupted.
[TankLover]: KRAAN’S SPINNING THE WHEEL!!
[DuoDreamer]: IT’S GONNA LAND ON YOU, I SWEAR.
Curiosity got the better of you, and you clicked over to his stream. Kraandop’s face filled the screen, his mischievous grin filling the camera space. “Alright, chat,” he announced, rubbing his hands together dramatically. “Time to spin the challenge wheel. What’s it gonna be today?”
The colorful wheel on his screen spun, the options blurring together. Your heart thumped as it began to slow.
DUO WITH Y/N.
The chat erupted into chaos.
[rxstare]: IT FINALLY HAPPENED.
[MrBlaza]: BEST DAY EVER.
[SnogLogger87]: SHE’S SCREAMING RN, I KNOW IT.
Kraandop leaned back, laughing. “No way. Y/N, are you watching? Guess we’re finally gonna duo. Someone ping her.”
Your own chat wasted no time.
[FantaHanzo]: KRAAN WANTS YOU IN VC RIGHT NOW.
[I_am_Rogalik]: Y/NNNN KRAAN WANTS TO DUO WITH YOUUUU
You froze, heat rushing to your cheeks. Then, as calmly as you could manage, you pulled up Discord. A message from him sat at the top of your inbox.
Kraan: Yo, you down to duo? I spun a wheel on stream td and it landed on duoing with you. Chat’s already losing their minds.
Swallowing your nerves, you nonchalantly replied:
Y/N: Let’s do it.
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The queue popped, and you selected Mercy. Kraan locked in Reinhardt,
“Alright, Y/N,” he said, his voice playful over comms. “I go straight into the enemy team and you follow right behind me.”
“Uh huh, okay.” you shot back. “What kind of Mercy main doesn’t risk their life for their tank?”
“Oh, I like this energy already.”
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The synergy was instant. Kraan led the charge into battle with his iconic mix of aggression and calculated risk taking, his shield raised as you hovered behind him, staff in hand.
He dives into a brawl on King’s Row, and you follow closely, blue beam already on his character. You effortlessly fly above him, watching as his hammer swung through the enemy backline. A well-timed shatter wiped three opponents, and the kill feed lit up with his name.
“Let’s go!” he roared.
Behind him, you darted around, dodging enemy fire while keeping him alive. “Don’t get cocky,” you teased. “You’d be nothing without me.”
“Oh, 100%,” he said, laughing. “Chat, can we get some hearts for the best Mercy pocket in the game?”
The win streak was unreal. Match after match, you and Kraan dominated. Whether he was diving in as Winston, pinning squishies as Reinhardt, or even pulling off a sneaky play as Sigma, you were always right there, keeping him alive with clutch rezes and well timed damage boosts.
“Another dub,” Kraan said, leaning back in his chair as the victory screen flashed for the fifth time in a row. “Y/N, you’re literally cracked. Have you been hiding this from me?”
“I think you’re just realizing I’m the best support player in the game,” you replied smugly.
“Oh, no doubt. Chat, this is the duo we didn’t know we needed.”
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Between matches, the banter only grew.
“So, Y/N,” Kraan said during a downtime. “Chat’s been spamming something interesting.”
Your heart sank. “Oh no. What now?”
“They’re saying you’ve got a little crush on me,” he said, his tone light but teasing.
You nearly spit your water.
“WHAT?!”
“Don’t play coy. Your chat’s been saying the same thing.” His laugh filled your headphones. “So, what’s the truth, Y/N? Are you my biggest fan or what?”
Your silence spoke volumes, and his laugh softened into something gentler.
“For what it’s worth,” he said after a moment, “I think you’re pretty cool too.”
You blinked, heat rushing to your cheeks as both your chats exploded.
[HadiHairline]: DID HE JUST CONFESS TOO?!
[Katie_Shadow]: NEW SHIP JUST DROPPED
Before you could respond, the next game loaded, and Kraan’s voice came through again. “C’mon, pocket. We’ve got a streak to keep.”
Smiling, you picked Mercy again. “Just don’t let me down.”
By the end of the stream, #KraanYN was trending on Twitter. Fans clipped every win, every flirty exchange, and the moment you both “accidentally” confirmed everyone’s suspicions.
As you ended your stream, a message popped up.
Kraan: GGs today. Let’s duo again soon?
You grinned, typing back quickly.
Y/N: Anytime. Just say the word, and I’ll be there.
Kraan: Careful, I might get used to having you by my side.
You bit your lip, your heart racing.
Y/N: Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
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The morning after the infamous Kraan-Y/N duo stream, you woke up to utter chaos.
Your phone buzzed relentlessly with notifications: Twitter mentions, Discord DMs, and even a few emails. You groggily scrolled through the flood of messages, catching snippets like “Legendary duo stream,” “Y/N is the best Mercy I’ve ever seen,” and “When’s the next pocket session?”
Your heart fluttered as you saw a familiar name pop up in your Twitter DMs.
Kraan: Yo, we running it back today? Chat won’t shut up about it.
You grinned.
Y/N: Only if you promise not to feed this time.
Kraan: I don’t feed. I create space.
By the time you went live, your chat was already hyped.
[coolusernamehere]: LET’S SEE THOSE RES CLUTCHES, Y/N!
[BigFan44]: CAN WE GET ANOTHER WIN STREAK?
[KraanFanboy]: IS HE IN VC YET?!
The answer came moments later as Kraandop’s voice filled your headphones.
“You ready to carry me again?” he teased.
“I’m always ready,” you shot back. “The real question is, are you ready to be carried?”
“Oh, it’s like that, huh?” he laughed. “Alright, chat, you heard her. Let’s see if Y/N can back up that big talk.”
The first game of the day was on Blizzard World, and Kraan locked in Reinhardt. You hovered over Mercy, your hand resting confidently on your mouse.
As the game started, Kraan wasted no time charging straight into the fray.
“Damage boost, Y/N! Let’s go!” he called out, his hammer already swinging.
You boosted him, watching as he shattered the enemy tank with a perfectly timed charge. But just as you started to push forward, the enemy Widowmaker sniped him from across the map.
“Uh, pocket?” he said sheepishly.
“On it,” you replied, your pulse quickening.
The enemy team swarmed the payload, but you darted through the chaos, zipping between your teammates with Guardian Angel. Your chat went wild as you managed to sneak behind cover, avoiding enemy fire.
Then, with a flick of your mouse, you soared toward Kraan’s body and pulled off the perfect resurrection just as the enemy Pharah launched her ult.
“Heroes never dieee” your voice rang out, perfectly timed with the game’s iconic line.
Kraan was back on his feet, his shield raised just in time to block the barrage. “Let’s go!” he shouted. “Y/N, you’re insane!”
The next few matches were filled with moments that had both of your chats screaming.
On King’s Row, you brought him back twice in a single fight, each time dodging fire by ducking behind walls and timing your cooldowns perfectly.
“You’ve got some kind of Mercy sixth sense,” Kraan said as the victory screen flashed. “It’s like you know when I’m about to do something dumb.”
“Please, you do dumb things every fight,” you teased.
The highlight of the stream was during a match on Shambali Monastery. The enemy team was playing hyper aggressively, and it felt like you were barely keeping your team afloat.
Halfway through the match, Kraan pushed into a tight corner with his shield raised.
“Y/N, stick with me!” he said, but his tone had a hint of urgency.
You darted after him, weaving between enemy fire as you kept him healed. Just as he swung his hammer to finish off the enemy Kiriko, a D.Va Bomb landed right behind you both.
“Oh no, oh no!” you gasped, frantically trying to find cover.
But before you could escape, Kraan turned, body-blocking the explosion with his shield.
The kill feed confirmed it: Kraandop eliminated himself to save Y/N.
Your chat exploded.
[Saruiodesu]: HE SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR YOU.
[neo_priest]: TRUE LOVE RIGHT THERE.
[B0ldenBr4sh]: CHIVALRY IS ALIVE!!
“Kraan, what the heck?!” you exclaimed, laughing in disbelief.
“You’re the carry! I can’t let you die!” he shot back, his voice filled with humor.
“You’re such a dork,” you said, your voice softer now.
“And you love it,” Kraan replied, the teasing in his tone making you smile and your heart race.
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A few months has passed after the initial interaction with you and Kraan closer than ever. The idea came to you after one of Kraan’s fans posted a clip of his reaction to your resurrection clutch from the last stream.
Kraan on stream: "I swear, Y/N’s the best Mercy I’ve ever played with. If she ever showed up IRL, I’d probably lose it."
It wasn’t a confession, but eh, it was close enough. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. What if you actually surprised him?
You both had mentioned living in the same region on stream before, and after a little digging through your old DMs, you realized you still had his P.O. box address from when you’d sent him a birthday gift months ago. And with a bit of Google Maps magic, you figured out that Kraan wasn’t as far away as you’d initially thought.
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Now, here you were, standing outside his house with a box of his favorite snacks, a Mercy Funko Pop, and your nerves buzzing like crazy.
You could hear his voice before you even knocked.
"Okay, chat, I’m locking in Reinhardt. Y/N’s not here to pocket me today, but I think I can manage. Maybe…. hopefully."
Your lips donned a grin as you set the snacks down, adjusting your grip on the Mercy Funko.
The door wasn’t locked.
Kraan was mid game, his focus entirely on the screen as his team pushed the payload.
“Alright, Ana, keep me up, wait, why are you nanoing the Bastion?” he groaned, running straight into the enemy Orisa as his chat spammed chaos.
You tiptoed into his streaming room, clutching the Mercy Funko behind your back. The sight was almost surreal; Kraan, sitting in his gaming chair, headphones slightly askew as he furiously mashed his keyboard.
Chat had noticed you first.
[xwedast]: UHHH IS THAT Y/N BEHIND HIM?!
[Ilovetofard84]: TURN AROUND, KRAAN.
[personafan223]: KRAY/N (the ship name if you couldn’t tell) IS HAPPENING LIVE????
You suppressed a laugh as you reached his chair, leaning over his shoulder to whisper, “Need a pocket?”
Kraan froze. His Reinhardt stood idle on screen as he yanked his headphones off and whipped around, his eyes going wide.
“Y/N?!” he practically shouted.
You grinned, holding up the Mercy Funko like it was some sort of peace offering. “Surprise?”
For a moment, he just stared, his brain visibly short circuiting. His chat exploded in all caps.
[OMGOMGOMG]: THEY’RE IN THE SAME ROOM. WE WON.
[groshiii]: HE’S BLUSHING LMAOOOOO.
[MrBlaza]: I’M SCREAMINGGGGGGGG.
Finally, Kraan burst out laughing, running a hand through his hair. “What are you doing here? How did you—why—”
“I figured it was time I pocketed you in real life,” you said, setting the Funko on his desk next to his keyboard.
He blinked at you, then at the Mercy figurine, then back at you. “You’re insane. Do you know that?”
“Yeah, but you love it,” you teased, echoing his line from the last stream.
“Oh my God,” he groaned, leaning back in his chair, but his wide smile betrayed him.
“Are you just gonna sit there, or are you gonna let me queue with you?” you added, pointing at his setup.
Kraan shook his head, still grinning. “Chat, this is actually happening. Y/N is in my house, UNINVITED might I add, and now she’s demanding to play on my stream.”
“Uninvited?” you gasped, mock offended as you clutched your hand over your heart . “I brought snacks though!!!”
“Alright, alright,” he said, standing up and gesturing to his second gaming chair (pretend this exists and works, okay? Okay). “You want in? Let’s do this.”
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The stream only got more chaotic from there. You shared one microphone, leaning close to call plays and laughing every time Kraan tried to explain what was happening to his increasingly hysterical chat.
[BigFan44]: THE TENSION IS KILLING ME.
[AcrylicPaints]: Y/N JUST SIT ON HIS LAP AT THIS POINT.
[clumsymumsy]: CONFESS ALREADY, KRAAN.
During one particularly intense match, you ended up leaning against him as you both frantically called out strategies.
“Y/N, res me, res me!” Kraan shouted, his Reinhardt downed mid charge.
“I can’t, you’re surrounded by turrets!” you shot back, trying to find an opening.
“You always find a way!” he said, his voice laced with laughter.
With a deep breath, you dove into the fight, dodging lasers and pulling off the res just before the enemy Bastion’s turret mode shredded you into oblivion.
“Holy shit, that was close!”
Kraan came back swinging, shattering three enemies and securing the point.
“Y/N, I knew you could do it! You’re the best,” he said, his voice sincere despite the chaos that happened moments before.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” you teased, but your heart wasn’t as steady as your voice.
As the stream wound down, Kraan turned to you, his grin softer now.
“Thanks for showing up today,” he said, his tone quieter than before.
“Of course,” you replied, your voice matching his. “It’s not every day I get to pocket my favorite streamer in person.”
For a moment, the noise of chat and the game faded, leaving just the two of you.
“Guess I owe you one now, huh?” Kraan said, his smile turning a little shy.
“Yeah, you do,” you said, your heart pounding. “But, uh… maybe we can figure that out later. Over dinner or something?”
Kraan blinked, caught off guard for the second time that day. Then his smile widened, and he nodded.
“Deal.”
You ended the stream with a victory streak, a trending hashtag, and a dinner date in the works. Chat couldn’t stop shipping you two, and for once, you didn’t mind.
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The morning after the stream was surreal. Both your notifications and Kraan’s were blowing up on social media. Clips of you busting into his room and the clutch resurrections had gone viral, and the hashtag #PocketedIRL was trending on Twitter.
@OverwatcherLover87: “When will I find someone who pockets me the way Y/N pockets Kraan? 😭 #PocketedIRL”
@Flooofity: “Y/N leaning on Kraan during stream and then asking him out? ICONIC. We’re witnessing history guys.”
You tried to ignore your phone as you sat in Kraan’s kitchen, sipping coffee from one of his mugs. The smell of something burning caught your attention, and you turned to see him standing at the stove, looking sheepish.
“Uh… I was trying to make pancakes,” he admitted, holding up a slightly charred creation.
“Is this supposed to be an apology for all those times you charged in without my permission?” you teased, leaning against the counter.
Kraan chuckled, flipping the sad pancake onto a plate. “No, but now that you mention it, consider this my way of saying thanks for saving me all the time.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “I guess I’ll accept it.”
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The next stream started a little later that day, but the anticipation was clear as day. Your own chat was filled with questions about the morning.
[burnmorgana]: DID YOU GUYS HAVE BREAKFAST TOGETHER??
[BigFan44]: IS KRAAN ACTUALLY A GOOD COOK??
[OMGOMGOMG]: TELL US ABOUT THE DATE!!
You tried to stay focused on the game, but Kraan didn’t make it easy.
“Alright, Y/N,” he said as you loaded into your first match. “You ready to carry me again?”
“Only if you don’t charge into five people alone,” you fired back.
“Pfft, no promises,” he replied, laughing.
The banter came easily, and your synergy in game felt even better than usual. Kraan’s Reinhardt plays were aggressive but calculated, and you found yourself pulling off riskier moves to keep him alive; flying across enemy lines to heal him, damage boosting him mid-Shatter, and even sneaking in a clutch res behind enemy Orisa’s shield.
“Y/N, how do you even manage to do that every time!?” Kraan asked after one particularly impressive res, his voice filled with awe.
“Magic,” you replied smoothly, earning a chuckle from him and a wave of spammed hearts from chat.
[KraanFan69]: MARRIAGE SPEEDRUN WHEN???
[PocketGang]: THE CHEMISTRY IS UNREAL.
[BigFan44]: Y/N IS THE MVP. KRAAN IS JUST ALONG FOR THE RIDE.
Things took a surprising turn during your third match, set on King’s Row. Midway through the game, Kraan’s microphone cut out.
“Uh, chat, one sec,” he said, his voice suddenly faint as he reached for something offscreen. You glanced at your second monitor to see chat freaking out.
[OMGOMGOMG]: DID HE JUST SAY HE LIKES Y/N??
[FrogFriendzz]: PLAY IT BACK. PLAY IT BACK!!
“Kraan? Everything okay?” you asked, genuinely confused.
His mic clicked back on, and his laugh was a little too nervous. “Yeah, yeah, just… dropped my water bottle. We’re good.”
You squinted at the camera. “You sure you’re not hiding something?”
“Absolutely not,” he replied quickly.
You weren’t convinced, but you let it slide, though chat however clearly wasn’t letting it go.
[LovelyUnicorns32]: HE SAID IT. I SWEAR HE SAID IT.
[BigFan44]: KRAAN IS WHIPPED AND WE LOVE TO SEE IT.
After the stream ended, you leaned back in your chair, watching as Kraan’s camera stayed live for a moment longer.
“That was fun,” you said, still riding the high of another win streak.
“Yeah,” he replied, his smile genuine. “Thanks for putting up with me.”
“Always,” you replied softly.
For a moment, the silence between you was comfortable, your respective chats dying down as viewers slowly trickled out. Then Kraan cleared his throat, looking like he was debating something.
“So… about what chat was saying earlier…” he began.
You raised an eyebrow. “What about it?”
He scratched the back of his neck, clearly nervous. “Did you… hear anything weird? Like, when my mic cut out?”
You leaned forward, smirking. “Should I have?”
Kraan groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Oh my God. Forget I said anything.”
“No way,” you said, grinning now. “You can’t just leave me hanging like that!”
He peeked at you through his fingers, his face flushed. “Fine. Maybe I said something like… I don’t know… ‘I like Y/N’ or something dumb like that.”
Your heart skipped a beat, but you played it cool. “You like me, huh?”
Kraan groaned again, his embarrassment obvious. “This is why I shouldn’t talk when I think my mic is off.”
You couldn’t help laughing, though your voice softened as you said, “Well, for the record… I like you too.”
Kraan blinked, his face a mix of surprise and relief. “Wait, seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously,” you replied, smiling.
His grin returned, and he leaned closer to his camera. “Guess chat was right for once.”
“They usually are,” you teased, your heart racing as his laughter filled your headphones. The clip of Kraan’s accidental confession and your subsequent response went viral almost immediately. Chat coined the term #PocketedForLife, and the internet couldn’t get enough of your story.
**YES THIS IS A SHUICHI X READER JUST SCROLL TO THE CUT
Hey guys it’s me again… international best selling author flooofity…. (i got motovation to post again)
pretty much like a month ago i got back into danganronpa after like 5 years and yeah now i’ll be sharing a very unfinished shuichi x reader fic that i had wrote while in my film studies class!
(also please note i’m currently in a playthrough of v3 and if any characters don’t act the way they do just know i’ve only completed the first trial and i’m still kinda learning all of their personalities again!)
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some quick lil notes
- end bit was inspired by that one ao3 fic warm steel and cold hands
- this is during the pushup scene (I HAVENT GOTTEN THERE IVE ONLY SEEN THE ONE PHOTO SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME IF IT DOESNT GO HOW ITS SUPPOSED TO
- and i SWEAR the law x reader spin off to the ace x reader WILL be out soon i’ve just been having so much trouble writing it😭…wadwaajsjwkskxka its not even that long i’m just lazy💔
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kinda proof read but not rlly
word count: ~724 words
fluff, maybe a little suggestive if you squint…? idk..
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Despite being trapped in a killing game, Kaito Momota somehow managed to drag a tiny bit of normalcy into the day.
“Alright! Push up contest!” he declared, already dropping to the floor. He challenged Maki and Shuichi, and naturally you were roped into being the counter.
Shuichi, however… was struggling.
“M-My arms… ngh—are giving out… gh—!” he whined, voice breaking into soft little pants.
You knelt beside them, counting. “Don’t give up! You got this!”
“I'm trying… my hardest… h-how many is that now…?”
He managed five more before collapsing with a quiet thud, flopping onto his stomach like a tired cat. His shoulders rose and fell with each ragged breath.
Your eyes lingered on him. His messy bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat, his arms trembling, his back expanding with each inhale. You watched the sweat drip down his temple… and you couldn’t help staring a little too long.
Shuichi, still panting on the floor, didn’t notice. Not until he pushed himself up on shaky arms, muscles flexing under his sleeves. Kaito laughed and slapped his back.
“Man, you’ve really gotta work on your stamina!”
You tore your gaze away and smiled at Kaito’s teasing.
Maki, still doing pushups with perfect form, shot Kaito a glare. “Shut it, loudmouth.”
Shuichi pouted, cheeks donning a pink shade as he tried to regulate his breathing. “I’m fine… I’m just not built like you guys…”
You walked over and handed him a cup of water. “Hey, first out or not— you did really well.”
He took it carefully, fingers brushing yours for a heartbeat— just long enough to make his ears go pink.
“Thanks… I really didn’t think I’d last that long,” he admitted quietly. “Your encouragement helped.”
You watched his throat bob as he drank, then his hand, then— almost involuntarily— his lips… before meeting his eyes.
“…Yeah. No problem,” you mumbled quickly, looking away as heat crept up your cheeks.
Shuichi saw. He swallowed too fast and coughed, eyes widening.
“Should we maybe switch to something less… uh… strenuous? Like uh… detective trivia?” he offered, voice cracking slightly.
“Okay! But if I win, you have to do something for me.” You grinned, ideas already bubbling in your head.
His eyebrows rose. “Deal. But I warn you, I won't go easy.”
“Let’s start!”
And so it did.
You answered the first question instantly.
Shuichi blinked. “…Okay. Didn’t expect that.”
Next question? correct again.
His jaw slackened a little.
Then the third, another perfect answer.
He completely froze, staring at you like you’d sprouted a second hat.
“You’re… really good at this,” he said softly. “Are you sure you’re not secretly a detective?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, impressed. “Well… you won. So what do you want?”
You tapped your lips.
“I want you to kiss me. Right here.”
Shuichi’s entire body stiffened.
“K-Kiss you? Here? Now?”
“Mhm. Kaito and Maki are too focused to notice.”
He looked over— Kaito was screaming motivational nonsense at himself while Maki judged his form. Yeah, Zero awareness for sure.
Shuichi stepped closer to you, just inches away now. His voice dropped to a whisper.
“You’re really serious about this…?”
Instead of answering, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck… and kissed him.
His breath hitched. His hands trembled before one lifted to your cheek, thumb brushing lightly against your skin. His lips were soft, hesitant at first but then warm and eager as he melted into the kiss with a quiet, surprised hum.
“Mmm…”
It was sweet. Nervous. A little messy. Very Shuichi.
And then—
“HA! BEAT YA, MAKI!!”
Kaito’s roar shattered the moment.
Shuichi tore away from you so fast he nearly tripped. His face was on fire.
“K-KAITO! W-We weren’t—I wasn’t—THIS ISN’T—”
Maki finally looked over, brows raised. “You two were awfully quiet…”
Kaito’s eyes widened in slow realization. “WAIT... WERE YOU GUYS—?!”
Shuichi made a noise like a dying animal.
“I’m going to go die now,” he whispered to you.
You couldn’t help laughing. Standing, you dusted off your clothes.
“Well, that’s my cue to leave. See you all later.”
Before you rose fully, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
Shuichi went rigid.
Kaito immediately exploded. “DUDE!! WHAT!! WHAT WAS THAT?!”
Shuichi dropped to a squat, covering his face with both hands.
“I really am going to die now,” he muttered
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if you can’t tell i suck as endings
the word count got messed up as i was reread in this i changed a few things so oh well😞
shoutout to the people in a tiktok comment section who asked me to post this
Small observations on the ROMH Till cover (and Karma)
I did this pointing out the obvious bc I'm tired of seeing people saying these covers are for Mizi when Vivinos herself hasn't made any content referencing his past crush on her since "Remember everything" came out and it was confirmed that Till no longer has romantic feelings for her.
Not to mention the lyrics of the songs don't fit with his relationship with Mizi, not even from Till's pov. He would never ask Mizi to "make him her god" bc he was aware that she loved someone else and never cared, he never wanted to be reciprocated romantically by her like he wanted to be reciprocated by Ivan, getting angry whenever he denied their connection (like when Ivan "rejected" the flower crown he tried to give him or when he insulted him by calling him a loser and indirectly denying that they were friends)
These things made Till angry bc he CARED, and he realized that Ivan cared too when it was too late.
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