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[roscgcld]

GOJO SATORU || home wrecker

request: hi! Can i ask for a young megumi and teen gojo. Where teen gojo introduces his s/o to a young megumi and as they get closer megumi ends up having a child crush on s/o but gojo has a crush on her first, might as well end up with gojo confessing to her in the end? (i thought this would be funny cause i’d feel megumi would say no to gojo when he kindly ask to stop cuddling to s/o just to irk gojo)

note: i love this so much??? can you imagine just pouty and ‘cold’ child megumi fighting with poor gojo about having a crush on the older man’s s/o? and gojo being like, confused if he should be annoyed or happy about the entire thing? just kid!megumi and gojo annoyance lmaooo

pronouns: them/they

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“So…I have something important I want to share with you two.”

It was a weekend in the “Gojo household”; Tsumiki had finished making a simple meal for the three of them, with Megumi helping wherever he can. Gojo, who has been banned from the kitchen, had gone out earlier to do ‘something’. It has been happening for the last few weeks now; it had started with Gojo telling the two kids one evening that he was going to ‘see someone’. It wasn’t like Gojo going on ‘dates’ were a new thing in the household - they were used to him coming home early the next day, clearly dishevelled and smelling like someone else’s perfume. Megumi can’t even count how many times he’s found makeup or lipstick marks on Gojo’s shirts whenever he goes to collect the older man’s laundry in his room.

But it was different this time. 

Instead of dressing like he was going to some pub to catch a new fling - for starters, he was wearing a button up shirt. Megumi and Tsumiki can’t remember any time they’ve seen him in a button up shirt. Even when he needed to dress for a formal event in the jujutsu world, everyone would expect for him to arrive to the event in his Jujutsu High uniform. Or not, he wouldn’t even be there to begin with. So the fact that Gojo was ‘going somewhere’ wearing a button up had caused the kids to share a curious look. But before they can ask, Gojo was darting out of their home; clearly looking like he was rushing to wherever he needed to be. He was probably late again.

Ever since then, it was clear to the kids that he was seeing someone. From him going on more and more dates (where he actually puts an effort into how he looks), to them catching him sneak in shopping bags from jewellery stores and random articles of clothing that definitely do not fit Gojo. Tsumiki had even saw a stuffed bear that Gojo had ‘hid’ away into his wardrobe; and it was one of those cheesy bears holding a heart in between its hands that you give people during Valentines Day.

The two of them had concluded that someone had managed to capture the older man’s heart; and were curious to see who this person was. So when Gojo had suddenly said that he wanted to share something with them, the both of them shared an excited look between each other before they turned to face the man once more. Said man caught the look they shared with one another, to which he just raised an eyebrow before he shrugged it off; he has more important things to announce. 

“Clear your Saturday this week. I want you two to meet someone.”

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[romanticandupsetting]

PLATO KEYCHAIN

kise ryota x gn!reader ; soulmate!au

a soulmate au where your dreams are your soulmate’s memories. also, enemies to lovers.

warnings: reader cusses, like, once , mentions of food , mentions of academic pressure , little blood (a nosebleed is mentioned once) , fainting , kise being dumb

request by @carinacassiopeiae​​:  Hii! Yes please, go write knb fics ahhhh and please tag me!! Umm, for a request, soulmate au with kise?? But like at the start, they’re enemies so cue the angst and whatnot, but they find out they’re soulmates so yeah thank youu

word count: 3363

this is my first request and first one shot so i got kinda enthusiastic and ended up writing it immediately lol. i try to make the reader gender neutral, unless someone requests me a specific gender so if i accidentally typed a pronoun other than they/them for the reader here, please tell me :>>

Light blue hair.

Ah, you’re having another dream.

Dreams were pretty rare for you these past few weeks―maybe even months―all because studying hindered your sleep, messed with your energy, and you’re too tired to even dream.

But that doesn’t matter right now, clearly your mind feels good enough to show you a story in your sleep.

A tall boy with green hair and glasses took a small wooden box from his school bag.

Oh, his fingers are taped? What a weird guy.

“I wanted to thank you for letting me copy your notebook,” he said. “These are custom-made rolly pencils used as a last resort for tests.”

“Rolly pencils?!”

A cute girl with pink hair accepted them, smiling as she did.

“Custom means you made it yourself?” said your person.

The green-haired boy grins, lifting his glasses. “That’s what giving your utmost best is all about.”

“Nah,” your hand shook, denying what he said. “You put on airs and say all that stuff, but it’s still super lame!”

Who the hell is your soulmate. You can’t tell if he’s funny or mean.

“Ah! There are three of them! I’ll give you one, Tetsu-kun,” the girl said, handing one pencil to a boy with blue hair.

“Oh, are you sure?” asked he.

“Yeah!” the girl nods. “Studying for tests will be tough with a sprained wrist, right? So, it’s a little gift to cheer you on!”

The boy smiles, looking at the pencil. “I’ll take it then.”

You wake up with a sigh.

It was an adorable dream, honestly. You couldn’t help but be happy for your soulmate who had such fun friends.

Well, it was fun while it lasted. You wish you had those kinds of friends. Must be nice…

You shake the dream out of your head and started getting ready for school. You take a glance at your study table, still messy from your nightly study sessions that you force on yourself before you go to sleep. There are even nights when you don’t allow yourself to rest if you didn’t study at least three subjects.

It’s okay, though. Studying is necessary and you should be mature enough to understand and accept that. Yes, be mature, y/n. messing around wouldn’t get you anywhere in life.

You head out, feeling a little relaxed thanks to that one good sleep you’ve had in months.

The sky has the most perfect looking clouds, the wind feels nice as it moves past you, the neighbor’s dog is asleep, you didn’t forget anything at home.

You smile slightly as you walk.

Kise Ryota woke up with heavy breaths.

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[shoichee]

Sooo you want angst? How about a fic/hc/scenario where a fem!reader who's friends with Aomine and liked for a long time (since Teiko) but Aho-mine takes her for granted because: 1. He knows she likes him 2. She's not like Horikita Mai 3. She's not affiliated to the basketball club. The reader is left heartbroken and eventually gave up. He only realized that how important she to him is when she's gone, and that he always liked her too when he sees her with someone else. (Bonus points if it's Kagami~) Especially when he sees that guy being all gentle and sweet. Angst and regrets for Aomine, but a bit fluffy for the reader~ "You'll never know what you have until you lose it, *Aho*mine"

Aomine x f!Reader

Word Count: 12,784

yes this is 39-40 pages on the doc, I’m warning you guys, it’s a bit long, but hey~ get your christmas reading in, I guess?

Note: I can’t believe I had to track down the general timeline for this to the point where I found a reddit thread that had the mangaka’s notes on these types of things. The dates given aren’t canon, but the months should be canon in terms of when mentioned canon events happen? The new school year date I’m 99% sure is correct, since it starts the day after spring break.

current 🏷: @nadav-ii, @carinacassiopeiae, @kendrex13, @roppongiperfume, @thesongstressayre, @kimigiri09 (it’s unfortunately not tagging you? i can only make a link to your tumblr)

wanna be in the taglist? check out this post!

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[2 years ago]

“Hey…” a boy with cropped hair turned to you sheepishly with a friendly smile. “My bad, but… could you help me with these questions? I don’t really get it, and you seem to know your stuff.”

“Huh?” You looked up from your desk to see a bashful expression for him, clearly finding it embarrassing to ask for help. To help him save face, you quickly agreed, patting the empty table next to you for him to sit. It was before class, an ordinary day in Teiko, though nothing is really “ordinary” in a school like Teiko to begin with.

“Thanks,” he grinned at you.

You nodded at him before asking, “What is it you have trouble on… um…”

“Aomine Daiki,” he finished for you. “And on these questions. I don’t get them…”

“Okay, Aomine-san,” you nodded, leaning closer to properly read the questions. “Here’s how you do them…”

. . .

“Holy crap, you’re an actual life-saver!”

Aomine quickly rushed to the front of your desk after class to thank you, nearly scaring you out of your wits while you were clearing out your space.

“It’s nothing, really…” you insisted, putting your hands up out of shyness. Being praised out of nowhere like that definitely wasn’t a part of an “ordinary” day.

“I’m serious!” he shot back earnestly. “If it weren’t for you, I woulda failed that pop quiz…” He gulped at the thought of Akashi and Midorima figuring out his academic scores. “So I really appreciate you teaching me, even if you didn’t even know me at all!”

“Pfft,” you laughed. “You’re more than free to come ask me for help.”

“Oh yeah,” he turned to face you, with an expression oddly serious for someone like him. “I never got your name.”

You smiled at his outstretched hand and shook it with your own.

“(l/n) (y/n).”

———

[December 12th]

“Aomine!! You made Momoi cry again?”

“Shut up already, and quit naggin’ so much or you’ll grow wrinkles.”

You only give a huff of indignation before sending your best glare to him. He merely looks at you from the corner of his eyes before closing them with a sigh. That was an indication that he wanted this conversation to end—to change the subject elsewhere that wasn’t as annoying to think about.

“... Go easier on her, okay?” you give a sigh of your own before turning away from him. “She only does these things because she really cares for you. I’m really serious.”

Because I care too.

“Everyone worries for you… Kuroko has been really down in the dumps lately… did… something happen between the two of you?”

“You really are more annoying than Satsuki,” Aomine mumbles, getting up from his resting position to sit up with a slouch. You turn around to face him to participate in a banter again, but his pointed look at you stopped all the words from forming on your tongue. You only stare at him when he continues again. “Seriously, I just wanted a nap on the rooftop and you’re always pestering me, for what?” You furrowed your brows to snap at him.

“To practice, Aomine! Practice sucks, I get it. I personally would want to sleep and chill all day, too. But the fact is, everyone is doing their best on the courts, whether in games or drills, and I know that a part of you wants to also be at your best when the games come, so it’s just so frustrating to see you throw away practices like this—”

“What do you know about me?”

You flinch. You have his entire attention now, his sitting position turned completely to face you. His arm is propped up on a knee, and his lips are pulled in a taut line. What does he even mean…? You’ve been friends for years… right? You hesitate before continuing.

“... I might… not know you as well as Momoi, I know that for sure. And Kuroko, too—but when I see those two visibly upset for your sake, I just can’t help but hate to see how your friendships together are just—you guys were so close and then just, something must’ve happened—”

“Shut the fuck up already.” His eyes finally sharpen into a clarity that fully reflected anger. Clearly, your words touched a nerve. “People like you who act all high and mighty when you have no idea what you’re talking about are the most irritating.”

“... Did something happen at practice recently?”

He abruptly stands up before he walks to the ledge of the higher concrete structure, his back to you. You have no idea what his face looked like at the moment, but after a moment of tense silence, he finally lowered his head as if he thought hard about something.

“... You wouldn’t understand.”

And with that, he jumps down, not even bothering to use the ladder to get down. A harsh screech of the bulky door was the only indication that Aomine left the rooftop to no doubt sleep somewhere else. Silence follows.

“I wouldn’t understand… huh…” you whisper out to no one in particular, staring at the city view obstructed by the safety fencing around the rooftop. You bite your lip in hopes of tamping down the awful feelings threatening to bubble out of you—the powerlessness in helping the person you love; the frustration of him never opening up to you; the lost isolation of being constantly left in the dust. This wasn’t the first time he did this to you, always storming off in his own tantrum when you confronted him on these matters—you weren’t a stranger to them at all. You’ve known him for nearly three years now—you shouldn’t be surprised. So why… why do you feel this way now?

But he’s never lashed out on you like this… ever.

You rapidly blink in hopes of regaining your composure, the kind that would pretend everything was okay and that his words didn’t really hurt you at all.

Yet, even when your lips begin to quiver uncontrollably, your eyes take on a glint of determination, your mind made up. It’s been years since you’ve known him, and you’re going to try to get to the bottom of this.

I want to understand him.

———

[December 13th]

“Aomine doesn’t hate you, (l/n)-san.”

“Eh?” You shoot your head up at Kuroko’s words. You decided to look for Kuroko the next day to confide in him about what happened at the rooftop, even when you two aren’t particularly close to each other. But you knew that Kuroko wouldn’t turn you down if matters were about the Generation of Miracles, let alone Aomine. Kuroko is just far too kind to turn away from people in need of help. Even when you know he’s busy, he insists that you two sit together on a bench to talk things out.

“I… I don’t know,” you whisper. “I think I said something that seriously messed up our friendship.” Kuroko offers you a consoling pat on the head when he sees you trying to hold back tears.

“Aomine-kun… tends to say things he doesn’t mean when he’s angry.” Kuroko sighs a bit, but something lurks deep within his eyes before it disappears altogether. “He’s going through a tough time right now, so I think it’s best to give him space.”

“A tough time?” You widen your eyes a bit before turning away. How come Momoi never told you this? Why didn’t Aomine confide in you? “... May I ask what happened?”

“... As much as I want to tell you,” he begins, “it’s not in my place to say. You’d have to ask Aomine-kun himself when he’s ready.” He drops his hand from the top of your head and faces ahead of him, presumably observing people walking by you two as a form of distraction. He’s thinking about something, and you feel that this conversation has been progressively turning more intrusive on your end. You opt to also stare at the passersby while you ask the next pressing question in your mind.

“Then, is it in your place to tell me what happened between you and Aomine?” You instantly regret your question when you see Kuroko stiffen up and bow his head lower to hide his face. “I… just wanted to ask, because I don’t like seeing how you two practically became strangers in a day, when you guys used to hang out so much, as if you two were inseparable… I thought Aomine’s foul moods lately were because of that… but—you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to!” You add the last part in a rush in fear of sounding too demanding.

“Yeah…” he trails off in response. “It’s a bit complicated… I’m still not sure what happened either. It was during our game against Kamizaki when Aomine-kun changed.”

“Oh… Kamizaki…” you reply, uncertainty taking over your voice as you scramble your brain to try to figure out a connection, but to no avail. You mentally curse yourself for not knowing enough about the sport to help out Aomine. “Um, Kamizaki is…?”

Kuroko, thankfully noticing your confusion, patiently explains the context. “Kamizaki is one of the strong teams that gave us a hard time during one of our national matches last year. Aomine had been looking forward to going against them again.”

“Ah!” you chime as if a lightbulb went off in your head. “So you guys lost this year?”

“No, we won that game.”

“Then…” you mumble, furrowing your brows. “I don’t get it… he’s upset that he won?”

(“You wouldn’t understand.”)

“I think it’s something more than that.” Kuroko gets up from the bench while facing you. “Sorry, it’s almost time for practice. I’ll have to get going soon, (l/n)-san. And please don’t be disheartened by Aomine’s words.”

“I’ll try to apologize to him and make amends,” you say with a smile. “If he can scare me away that easily, then I have no right to call myself his friend!” Kuroko gives a small nod and a miniscule smile of his own as he readjusts his book bag on his shoulder.

You only give an automatic wave and nod of your own before he turns to walk away. You, however, miss the somber light in his eyes as he departs for the gym.

———

[December 16th]

You constantly tail after him like a lost puppy at every chance you get, Aomine notes, watching you dash to him with a wave of your arm and a huge smile the moment the school bell signaled the end of the day. He frowns a bit when your eyes fall to the ground when you stop in front of him. Surprisingly, he’s being patient, waiting for you to face him and say what you needed to say. A part of him doesn’t like the troubled look on your face.

“I’m sorry.”

He’s absolutely bewildered, his face giving away what he felt. There’s no way he expected to be forgiven so easily after what he said to you. As much as he knew that he meant every word he said, there was a bitter aftertaste in his mouth after he harshly reprimanded you the other day. You didn’t really deserve him lashing out on you.

“Huh?” He narrows his eyes as he takes a closer read at your face and body language. What the hell? Were you messing with him? “What are you doing?” A rhetorical question he proposed, knowing that no sane person would be this apologetic for something he knew was the one more at fault in the situation. His pride refuses to let him voice out his thoughts though.

“No, really. I’m really sorry for what I said a couple days ago. It was out of line and not in my place to speak when I don’t even know the whole situation and still assume things… so…” you trail off, scratching your cheek in trying to summon up the rest of the words you practiced for your apology for the entire day prior to meeting up with Aomine.

“Oh…” he blinks at your words, replaying the scene at the rooftop in his mind. “That? It’s whatever. Don’t think too much of it.” It’s not really your fault.

“Argh, I’m serious about this, y’know!” you scowl, a complete 180 from the uncertainty on your face seconds earlier. “How could you forget it already?” Despite your words, you’re relieved that he didn’t come to hate you. Besides spending the day practicing your dreaded apology, you spent another day coming to terms with the high possibility that he’d hate you for the rest of his life… and thus, you played out nearly every scenario in your head in how you’d have to beg for forgiveness or find ways to be in his good graces again. The woes of liking someone like Aomine Daiki really came to bite you in the ass quite frequently recently.

Aomine’s eyes follow your hand gestures and explosive outburst before they fall to your side in a weird moment of silence coming from you. You’re thinking about something unnecessary, it seems.

Your thoughts are interrupted when he lightly flicks your forehead. “O-Ow! What the hell?!”

“You’re thinking way too hard about this. Don’t worry about it.” He’s back to his normal self, face impassive once more as he looks down at you. “Geez… you take things way too seriously.”

“R-Right…” you mumble, clearing your throat after a few seconds of him staring at you. “Anyways… I made an extra bento box today, considering that I heard from Momoi that you’re always stealing food from everyone when you’re hungry… just take it. As a token of apology, or something…” With that, you pull out the lunch from your bag and nearly chuck it at him out of embarrassment before you run out the opposite direction where you came from.

“Heh…” he huffs out a chuckle, half-exhale, before looking at the bento box in his hand. “Token of apology, huh…” He opens up the lid to find every part of the lunch meticulously cooked and delicately placed. Octo-dogs were placed in the corner on top of a small pile of rice, while you made small veggie animals with shredded nori sprinkled generously around. A smirk grows on his face when he observes how much work you actually put into it, and if anyone who knew him saw him right now, they might dare to call his smirk somewhat boyish. “Now that’s a load of crap if I’ve ever heard one in a while, (y/n).”

Now… where should he nap for today? He didn’t want to go back to the rooftop for a while, now that either you or Momoi might come up again to disturb him, and there aren’t a lot of locations who can offer that same level of quiet. Aomine grabs an octo-dog to munch on while he walks down the hallway, thinking about where to go for today. That is, until he hears hurried footsteps that he’s very much grown accustomed to for many years now.

“Dai-chan!” Momoi huffs out of breath before she slows down her running to match his stride. “You didn’t even wait for me to get out of class! You’re such a meanie, ugh!”

“Yeah, yeah…” he automatically replies, already drowning out her voice as he keeps walking. He grabs a cat-shaped carrot to pop into his mouth before noisily chewing it to further block out her chattering of anything that may have happened in the Teiko practices lately. Momoi suddenly stops her usual chirping to tippy-toe to get a better look at what he’s holding.

“Eh? Isn’t that (y/n)-chan’s… lunch?” Momoi’s inquisitive voice brought him out of his mind at the mention of your name. He turns to look down at her pouting face.

“Huh? What about her?”

“Don’t tell me you stole it from her! Mou, if you’re gonna keep doing this to people, at least spare (y/n)-chan! Actually, you should stop stealing people’s lunches—”

“Tch,” he clicks his tongue. “Don’t get it twisted, Satsuki. (y/n) gave me one. Said she had an extra.”

“Oh… I… see,” she drops any further assumptions and turns rather thoughtful, something that Aomine never associates with anything good if her mind wasn’t thinking about something basketball-related.

“You better not think of anything stupid,” he says, proceeding to lazily pick up another octo-dog while picking up his walking speed. Momoi, noticing that he’s trying to divert the topic, also picks up her pace to catch up to him.

“(y/n)-chan is a nice girl, isn’t she?”

“Huh?” He stops walking abruptly. Momoi, in trying to catch up, bumps into Aomine’s back before she takes a few steps back to face an annoyed Aomine. “What the hell’s that gotta do with anything?”

“Nothing like that,” she responds, still deep in thought. She continues with a concerned tone of voice. “Just treat her nicely okay? I saw her crying the other day with Tetsu-kun when I was looking for him.”

“And you think it’s my fault for making her cry,” he coldly finishes her thought, not liking where the conversation is going.

“I-I didn’t say that!” Momoi raises her voice defensively, surprised at his unusual reaction. “I was just trying to see if you knew anything about it, Ahomine! Besides, I’m just warning you to be gentle with her or else you’ll never stop hearing it from me!”

“First you’re gonna nag me about basketball, and now this thing with (y/n)? You’re not my damn mom.”

“Because I know you’re never honest about your feelings!” she retorted, getting straight to the point. “If you’re gonna be an asshole, leave her out of it, seriously! (y/n)-chan’s my friend, so any business she has with you is also mine!”

“What (y/n) does is none of my business.” His voice takes on a more hostile tone. “Unlike you, I don’t hover over her constantly.”

“Liar,” she hisses, dropping her playfulness. “Then what was that whole thing about when you scared off some guys who were going after (y/n)-chan two weeks ago? You clearly were around her a lot more to the point where even Tetsu-kun asked me if you had a thing for her!”

Something rises within Aomine when he hears Momoi’s accusations—sickenly warm and terribly uncomfortable, as if his entire body was feeling the effect of pin needles from lack of blood flow. Whatever it is, he hates it.

“I don’t care if they wanna get close to (y/n) all they want. They were invading my damn personal space,” he spits out. “Those dickheads aren’t her type anyways.”

“So you like her then—”

“Hell no,” he scoffs with an inscrutable expression. “She’s definitely not my type. Let’s get that straight, Satsuki.” He finally decides to look at Momoi with his peripheral vision, but all he discerns is her face clearly glaring at him. “The hell are you looking at me like that? Are you gonna tell me that I can’t have a preference now?”

Momoi softens her harsh expression at his question. “Well… no, but…” She stops before she sighs and decides to drop her interrogation. “I just have that womanly instinct, you know? I think (y/n)-chan might see you as—”

“... I know.” His tone becomes one of defeat, his face also softening from his usual frowning countenance.

“Dai-chan…?” Momoi, immediately noticing his change, tries to look at his face to peer into his eyes, but Aomine averts his eyes away under her scrutiny. “You’re going to have to at least tell her, you know that, right…?”

He grunts under his breath as his only response, but his eyes fixating on your half-eaten bento as he keeps walking ahead speaks volumes to Momoi about his inner turmoil.

She drops the subject for his sake.

———

[January 17th]

You’ve stopped bugging Aomine about basketball entirely.

Bringing it up, you reason, seems to be a really sore spot for him as of late, and it’s hypocritical of you to lecture him on it when you have no clue on the topic to begin with. Maybe you can entrust that role completely to Momoi… after all, he’s much closer to her than he is with you. Maybe instead of “being his mom,” like Aomine says, perhaps you should take the time to observe and appreciate the things around you and mind your own business. Like the trees starting to bud… the refreshing breeze… and white noise of students excitedly talking to each other as they pass by buildings… the therapeutic page flips next to you as Aomine slouches to get himself comfortable on the concrete. Though, that’s what you tell yourself as you continue to hear Aomine give an occasional hum of approval.

The knowledge of the content inside those pages isn’t therapeutic in the slightest. But you’d rather endure your petty feelings of jealousy than to risk upsetting him again. You clench your skirt pleats with every increasing number of page-turns you hear… he’s been going through his new collection a lot faster than usual, too…

You hone your focus on your modern history worksheet on your lap instead, hoping that staring at the printed figure of Yamagata Aritomo hard enough could somehow transport you into Meiji-era Japan and escape your current predicament. Still, you’re grateful that you have the chance to sit next to him at the usual rooftop once again. You don’t know how exactly you two agreed to come up to share the space again, but when you decided to come up to the rooftop on a whim, Aomine was already there. All he said was a lazy “yo” before he went back to reading his issues, which you took as a way for him to tell you that he didn’t mind your presence. And you settled yourself a few feet away from him, making yourself comfortable on the concrete before settling down your bag. Hence, leading up to this point… which you sort of regret being here now.

No matter, if you’re already here, you might as well actually start studying for your high school entrance exams. Normally you’d also turn to Aomine to scold him to take his studies just as seriously, but when you habitually turn to face him and open your mouth… you stop.

What am I thinking? You’re not his mom, remember, (y/n)? You want him to see you as a desirable woman. Stop being naggy!

You give a wry smile to yourself, watching Aomine at peace in this shared moment between the two of you, even if his object of his undivided attention was Horikita Mai.

It’s okay… you think. As long as I get to remain by his side like this, I won’t ask for more.

You force yourself to peel your gaze away from him to look back at the historical figure printed rather crookedly on the paper. You resolve yourself to pick up your pencil and start writing.

You don’t really know how much time passes between the two of you. It could’ve been only thirty minutes; it could’ve been a couple hours. But you begin to find solace with the rhythm of the graphite sliding across your paper, your mind too occupied with recalling lecture notes and your ears too filled with the sound of your pencil scurrying across the print to register anything on Aomine’s end. At last, you finish the last short-answer question on the page, and you gently drop your pencil as your body finally releases all the pent-up tension. Shifting your seating position slightly, you dare to take a peek at the ace of Teiko…

… only to find that his eyes were on you.

Both of you jump and look away at the unexpected shared eye contact, both equally mortified that the other had caught each other staring.

“S-Sorry…” you mumble, “I was just checking on you after I was done with work on my end…”

“Tch… you got too quiet, so I thought you got replaced or somethin’...” he trails off before he goes back to his usual cocky self. “Seeing your ugly face though was more than enough proof that you’re still here.”

You gape at him. “Eh?! What’s that supposed to mean, Ahomine!? Like you’re one to talk, stupid!”

He lazily blinks before putting a pinky in his ear to further irritate you. “Dunno, whenever you’re here, you usually get steam coming out of your nose, like some folklore monster.”

“What?!” you gasp. “I do not!”

“Just like that.”

“Geez…!” you click your tongue, turning away from him to disengage from the banter. “I might have an ugly face, but your nasty attitude won’t get you anyone either, idiot.”

“So what?” he shrugs languidly. “All I need is Horikita Mai-chan, anyways.”

You involuntarily grimace at his serious tone… even if there was (or so you hope) a slight chance that he’s just joking. Thankfully, your face was already turned away for him to notice.

“Yeah, yeah,” you sigh, trying to sound casual. “All those magazines are pretty self-explanatory, y’know.” You then nod your head in his direction, referring to a few scattered booklets strewn around his legs. Turning away, you stretch your legs out, put your things back in your bag, and get up to stand with one final stretch.

“You’re leavin’ already?” he raises a brow at your sudden movement.

“You know that sitting on cement like that for so long isn’t ideal for studying,” you half-chide, inwardly thankful that coming up with excuses has become much easier lately. “I’m probably gonna head home right now before it gets too dark. Are you really gonna stay here all day?”

“I’m too tired to move.”

“You’re so childish, you know that?” You give a small laugh at his antics. “Well, do whatever you need to do. I’ll be on my way. Seeya.”

You skip a bit, eager that you get to escape without raising any suspicions. Aomine might not excel academically, but he isn’t stupid… quite the opposite, in fact. You often get annoyed at how sharp he gets for the most random situations.

“Oi.”

You’re on the first ladder step going down when he calls out, freezing as you grip the sides of the ladder. You watch him get up into a comfortable sitting position, before he looks at you for a bit.

“Er… did you want something?” you tilt your head in slight confusion.

“Never mind,” he sighs. “... Had something on my mind, then forgot. Make me a bento for tomorrow, yeah?”

“He averts his gaze when he lies,” Kuroko said.

You were walking home together, deciding that visiting the convenience store for a quick snack would be a good detour.

“Who?” you stopped licking your ice pop to look at Kuroko’s stare boring into you.

“Aomine-kun.”

“Eh? Why are you telling me this?” you raised a brow at the odd turn of conversation.

He only gave you a knowing look that you couldn’t completely understand before he replied: “I noticed he had this habit recently, and I was wondering if you also noticed it too, seeing that you guys hang out a lot, (l/n)-san. Even if we grew distant, he’s still an important friend to me, so I was hoping if you knew something that was possibly troubling him. I did tell him that I wasn’t going to make him tell me anything he wasn’t comfortable with.”

“No,” you shook your head. “But I’ll keep your words in mind.”

“Thank you.” He smiled. “If you ever have something that’s troubling you, you can come talk to me. You’re my friend, too.”

He’s not looking at you.

You open your mouth to ask what he was about to say, but you close it just as quickly. It’s not your business to prod, after all. Your own gaze skids away while your lips pressed together.

“Well, then…” you say. “If that’s all, then I’ll be off. No promises on the bento, though.”

The sound of metal squeaking and clothes rustling follow your descent down the ladder before metal screeches echo as you open and close the door of the rooftop entrance.

(“You’re going to have to at least tell her, you know that, right…?”)

Aomine sighs loudly in annoyance before he goes back to indulging everything Horikita Mai had to offer in the 27th volume special.

———

[January 22nd]

“What did I say about taking (y/n)-chan’s food?!” Momoi trails after Aomine with a scowl as he continues to walk unbothered. “This is the 5th day in a row!”

“Is it really a problem if she lets me?” Aomine holds your bento box in one hand while covering his face with the other as he yawns. “You can ask her yourself if you don’t believe me.”

“You really don’t understand the heart of a lady—ugh! I swear, you’re as dumb as a rock!”

“Whatever.”

Momoi harshly knits her brows at his apathetic attitude towards you. What should she do? Should she tell you? Should she keep pushing Aomine to be honest? She swallows before deciding it best to keep quiet. But her heart hammers in fear of witnessing another friendship between you, Aomine, and herself crumbling before her eyes again.

Dai-chan… she thinks, looking at his back as he munches on your onigiri. Stop being an idiot for once, would you?

———

[March 1st]

“Thanks,” he says, immediately snatching your bento box out of your hands the moment you pulled it out of your bag.

“What the hell?!” you glare at him, putting your hands to your hips.

“I know you packed an extra one, (y/n). Don’t get mad at me now.” He merely picks up the chopsticks before digging into the tempura. “Ish perrty good shrimp.”

You widen your eyes, forgetting completely to be angry at the sight of Aomine genuinely enjoying your cooking. You avert your gaze at the compliment. “T-Thanks…”

Aomine looks at you, the you that has grown to become compliant and bashful in his presence recently.

(“You’re going to have to at least tell her, you know that, right…?”)

He goes back to finishing your lunch instead of thinking about the difficult things. A part of him likes the current dynamic you two share recently, a nice balance between entertaining banter, peaceful privacy (especially when you stopped yapping his ear off as of late), and free food. Saying the things that Momoi wants him to say could ruin everything you two had. So he doesn’t say anything.

Since when did you start making him lunch every day without him saying anything? It’s been a month since this started, ever since he made that one off-comment about making him lunch to throw you off from his uncharacteristic silence. You never complained that it was too much work, and you certainly never slacked off on your craft when it came to your bento boxes. Every lunch he’s eaten from you was carefully curated and cooked to near perfection.

It’s unfair for you, he knew. What would he say though? He’s never been one with words at all. He frowns.

“Something wrong with my lunch?” you tease, and he looks up to see you staring at him so fondly.

Quit looking at me like that…

“Tch, it’s edible enough,” he slightly sulks at your good-natured tease before shoving another helping into his mouth.

“Say,” you begin, eagerly leaning forward to get his attention. “What school are you thinking of enrolling in a couple weeks?”

“None of your business,” he snorts, already satisfied at seeing your fond, sappy look turning into a more combative expression. There it is.

“Oh come on!” you insist. “So you already chose a school without telling me? Let me guess, it’s one of those… Kings of… schools—the really strong schools for basketball?”

“Three Kings of Tokyo,” he corrects you. “Nah.”

“Tell me,” you huff with your arms crossed. “Or I’m not making you bento anymore, and you can starve to death.”

“Geez, I was about to tell you anyways,” he drawls, already finishing the last bite. “That one school called Touou.”

“Huh? But I’ve never really heard of that school from anywhere though, especially for basketball.”

“Yeah, got an offer, though.”

“Oh…” you hum, packing away your own lunch into your bag. “If that’s the case, I might consider that school too, then.”

“Hah?” He raises a brow. “Why?” He puts his utensils down to look at your figure.

“Uh…” you mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “Someone’s gotta have to keep you in check, right? Besides, I personally don’t have any idea where to go yet either.”

“If you’re just coming to tag along with me,” Aomine begins, narrowing his eyes. “Forget it. Satsuki is already coming with me, no matter how much I tell her to buzz off. I don’t need another person to nag me 24/7.”

“But—!” you counter, raising your eyes to meet his own. “How are you gonna manage with lunch and all?”

“I’m not a kid, (y/n), and you know that,” he coolly responds. “They have cafeterias, vending machines, and fast food spots. I can manage without you.”

“Um, even so…” you argue, though your voice dwindles at his strong attempts of pushing you away. You feel uneasy at the inevitable argument that’s to come right around the corner. “I’m not as easy to get rid of either like Momoi, you know that more than anyone, too.”

Goddamn it, why were you so stubborn at the wrong times? Can’t you take a hint?

(“You’re going to have to at least tell her, you know that, right…?”)

“Look…” he sighs, eyes looking straight at you to convey his message across. “I know you like me, and all. But you’re not my type. I don’t see you that way.”

But even though he tries his damn hardest to look at you, he can’t. He chickens out at the last sentence and looks away.

“I-I… I know… I’ve known,” you weakly reply. “But staying by your side as friends is more than what I can ask for. I value our friendship more than anything else.”

“And I’m not the guy for you, either,” he carefully continues. “Can’t believe I’m sayin’ this, but choose a school for your own good—”

“Who are you to decide whether or not you’re good for me?” you snap, visibly frustrated at the turn of events. Weren’t you two just enjoying each other’s presence a few minutes ago? Was it all in your head? “I make the choice of whether or not I want to spend time with you! And you know how persistent I can be… I’m sure Touou has a really good curriculum and selection of extracurriculars, too, I can make it work—”

“You’re an actual dumbass,” he hisses, his short temper getting the better of him after you went hostile on him. How could you not see his point? “How does this shit keep flying over your head?”

You flinch, the feeling so familiar to the time he lashed out on you at the rooftop. He’s glaring into your widened eyes, but he doesn’t care right now, the words he’s been struggling to form and tell you for months now flowing out of him with no filter. If he only realized you liked him a couple months back, how long have you actually liked him? A year? More than that? The adrenaline right now is the only crutch in giving him the courage to give you some type of closure you deserved, even if a part of him hates to see you upset.

“... The hell’s that supposed to mean…?” Your voice cracks at the end, and your hands grip the straps of your book bag so hard they’re shaking.

Where’s the boy I liked from 2 years ago?

“I mean exactly what I said,” he spits out, his own frown further deepening into a visible crease on his face. “Look, (y/n), you can’t keep tailing after me forever. That’s hella annoying.”

“What about Momoi…?” you whisper. “I get that you’re childhood friends, but how come you always let her stay by your side?”

“Look,” he shoots back. “Satsuki is different—”

“Aomine-kuuuun!” Momoi’s voice rings across campus, and Aomine whirls around to see her running to him at breakneck speed. “Hey, hey! There’s a new coffee shop around the corner! We should totally try it together! I’ll even pay for you if you ask nicely enough…”

You stare at the floor, trying to hold back unshed tears by gripping your bag straps even harder. “... Excuse me.”

“Wha–hey!” Aomine turns back to face where he presumed you were at, only to see you gone from his sight.

“... Was that (y/n)-chan?” Momoi shoots a curious glance behind his back.

“Tch, don’t worry about it.” He gives a long, winded sigh before scratching the back of his head. “Just leave her be.”

She only gives a worried look at him before she continues with her prior conversation.

———

[March 4th]

You avoid him for the next few days… that much he expects. He’ll never say it out loud, but he finds it sort of amusing to see you try to keep yourself completely hidden from him. The way you duck when you see him; the way you scramble to grab your belongings before you book it; the way you try to run so fast to escape his line of vision when he can easily catch up to you if he just jogs. But he doesn’t.

Because even though he’s a bit bummed about what happened the other day, he now doesn’t feel the pressure to stick around you just to build up his courage to finally give you that closure.

It feels quite nice to not have any obligations and demands expected of Momoi or you. Naps have never been so peaceful now that his sense of conscientiousness has been relieved. Other than Momoi occasionally bothering him, but that’s manageable… he’s quite used to that.

He’s not 100% used to not seeing you around him every day, though.

It’s probably for the best.

Still, maybe he was too harsh on you (like always). But there’s no way in hell he’s going to march up to you and grab your arm while you’re running and then apologize. That might give you the wrong idea—

“Pssst, hey, (y/n)-san seems distant from Aomine, lately.” A small group of people huddled around a desk, surrounding a guy sitting on it, who appears to be the source of the voice.

“Weird, isn’t it? She follows him around every day, and he’s always guarding her or something.”

Bullshit. He doesn’t “guard” her—his resting bitch face and his ridiculous athletic build have always been advantageous for both (y/n) and Momoi to repel off the creeps. Not that he cared. It’s only when they get so noisy and too close in his bubble that he gives them verbal threats of violence. And that almost always works to scare them away.

“Think I can have a chance with her this time?”

“I dunno… (y/n)’s not the passive type to go along with it. I mean how else could she deal with Aomine every day?”

“... You’re right.”

“I mean… there’s Momoi…”

Aomine sighs. They really have nothing better to do, huh.

They’re right that they’re the type of people (y/n) wouldn’t like in the slightest. He doesn’t know what you see in him, but at least your standards aren’t abysmally low where you’d happily go along with one of them. He scoffs to himself in a way to mock their desperate attempts.

They don’t know what’s coming to them if they actually were serious about dating her. Avoiding her romantic advances is like dodging a bullet, actually.

He kinda misses your cooking, though. His self-assured grin instantly flips into a frown at the stray thought.

———

[March 5th]

Imagine his unadulterated shock when he sees you casually walk up to his desk and drop a wrapped package of (what he assumes) his bento box the next day.

“What,” you dryly say. “Did you think you could get rid of me that easily?”

“... Whatever.” He merely eyes the lunch before he carefully tries to get a read on your face. Holy shit, you look awful, eyes slightly puffy probably from all the crying you did behind closed doors. He chooses not to acknowledge the weird pang his heart does at the sight of you.

“Aw, don’t be like that,” you goad, though you sound a bit too exhausted to be provoking. “At least, until we graduate and go into our high schools, let me continue making lunch for you. As… a symbol of our… good friendship.” You hesitate to try to find the right phrasing for the last part… Now that you really thought about it these past few days… were you two really friends? You just bothered and tagged along with Aomine your entire three years here at Teiko, and you always tried to cater your schedule and interests around him. Here you were, trying to understand him as best as you can.

Did he even try to understand me at all the entire time we’ve known each other?

“... What’s your game?” he says, clearly thrown off guard, He opts to look away from you to stare at the window by his desk. “... Did I not make it clear last time?”

“Yeah, yeah… I know.” You give a sad smile before your grin grows unnaturally wider to hide your vulnerabilities. “You were unusually honest. So honest, it threw me off.”

No more… I’m not opening my heart to you any longer.

“Are you here to just embarrass me or something for revenge?”

“No one has that type of deplorable thinking like you,” you chastise, seemingly back to your old self. “Besides, we’re friends, first and foremost, and I can’t ignore a friend in need. You were probably starving yourself like an idiot, or something.”

Aomine was still facing the windowsill, but at your words, his eyes flitted to look at you once more. “... You sound like Tetsu.”

“Oh wow!” you gasp, putting a hand to your mouth in surprise. “How’d you know we’re dating?”

He whips his head to you. “What?! What the hell are you talking about?—”

“Kidding,” you interrupt him before he gets too explosive on you. “You can’t be that much of an idiot to not be able to call out that bluff.”

“Screw off.”

He can only click his tongue in absolute annoyance as he hears you laugh to yourself walking out of the room before the school bell rings.

Yeah, you're definitely back to your normal self.

He’s a bit reassured that he’ll still have you in his life.

———

[March 15th]

It’s been two weeks since Aomine completely crushed your hopes of a romantic relationship with him. You don’t feel okay, not at all, but you’re eagerly counting down the days before you can go to Seirin with Kuroko.

And no, you never planned to go in order to be by Kuroko’s side. It was a mere coincidence that you found out.

[March 8th]

“(l/n)-san, what’s wrong?” Kuroko sipped his vanilla shake, popping up out of nowhere while you were in the middle dwelling in your negative thoughts alone at your table. Your burger was left half-eaten, and your fries got cold.

“EEP!” You were shocked out of your daze, jumping in your seat. You eyed a worried Kuroko across the table. “Ah, geez, it’s just you. When’d you get here?”

“For a while actually,” he admitted. “I first called out your name from afar, but it didn’t seem like you noticed me.”

“Well,” you sweatdropped. “I don’t think I would’ve noticed you anyways under any other circumstances…”

“When you’re upset…” Kuroko said. “You have your own habit of looking down, whether it’s your lap, the floor, or what’s in front of you.”

“Leave it up to you to easily figure that out,” you sighed. “You’re always with me when I’m thinking about something dumb or just messed up. Sorry that you constantly have to deal with that.”

“It’s not a problem, (l/n)-san.”

“Yeah…” you mumbled. “So, I’m gonna get straight to the point… Aomine knew he liked me, and yeah, it didn’t end well…”

“Ah.”

“Don’t worry, though,” you reassured him. “I knew all along that it would… end up this way.”

“... Even if you hoped for more?”

“I can’t help that, can I?” you sighed again. “Anyways, right now, I was thinking about what I want to do after I graduate from Teiko… I never thought about these things like that. ‘Cause, you know, I thought I could figure things out on the go while being by both Aomine’s side… but I guess he’s right that I shouldn’t mindlessly follow him everywhere… and Momoi has her own plans of going to Touou as their basketball manager. I should leave those two be.”

Kuroko stayed silent for you to continue.

“Seirin seems like a good school… It’s new, but it has really good facilities, and even if I don’t know what to do, it seems like it can give lots of good opportunities, and if anything, it can give me a fresh start.”

Kuroko slightly widened his eyes. You noticed and tilted your head for him to explain his reaction.

“I’m also going to attend Seirin.”

“E-Eh?!! That’s a scary coincidence… What’s your reason for picking it?”

“... They seem to have a good basketball team,” he quietly replied, his eyes looking as if they’re looking so far back. “I like their teamplay. I’ve been wanting to be in that type of team for a long time.”

“I see…” you murmured. For a moment, you noticed Kuroko’s pained look… but remembering Aomine’s words about being nosy, you decided not to press into it.

You give a long sigh again. And here you thought that you can end your last year at Teiko well and happily. Right now, you would usually look for Aomine in his usual spots: Maji Burger, the school rooftop, or the local park. It’s different now. Sitting on an empty table outside to finish up the rest of those pesky kanji worksheets, you finally truly take in your surroundings… the trees starting to bloom this time… the refreshing breeze… and white noise of students excitedly talking to each other as they pass by buildings… but there are no longer the therapeutic sounds of page flips next to you as Aomine slouches to get himself comfortable on the concrete. Though, you pretend you’re next to him as you continue to somehow hear Aomine give an occasional hum of approval at whatever filthy page he feasted his eyes on.

Once again, the knowledge of the content inside those pages you imagined isn’t therapeutic in the slightest.

It hurts.

And there’s no way you can focus on the questions, not when thoughts of Aomine continue to pervade and fill up every damn crevice—every crook and cranny—of your mind.

Were you missing something? Were you not pretty enough? Were you not relatable enough? Was there another way for Aomine to consider seeing you as a romantic partner?

For the first time, you really let the implications of Aomine’s words sink in… If you had more agency—more independence—in the first place, would he have considered letting you tag along to Touou? What if… you had more knowledge on basketball like Momoi?—

“(y/n)-chan…!”

A familiar, chirpy voice breaks you out of your wallow in self-pity and a flash of pink fills your vision. Of course your thoughts accidentally summoned her here, you wrly think. Momoi represented the complete opposite of your current emotional state, flouncing around quite cheerfully to grab your attention. Though, if you are completely honest, she has the same look of sorrow in her eyes similar to Kuroko’s.

“What’s wrong, Momoi?” you ask, giving her a reassuring smile to encourage her to share her potential troubles.

“Eh…? What’s wrong with me?” she frowns in confusion.

“You look a bit down, that’s all. You and Kuroko share the same look in your eyes sometimes.”

“Oh…” she averts her gaze. Normally, she would squeal about having something in common with her “true love,” but she takes on a somber note of acknowledgment. “I guess you can say that… but more importantly!” She directs the subject of conversation to you. “You! (y/n)-chan! You look like you need more comfort than me.”

She takes a seat next to you and eyes at your worksheets, noting the sporadic dried splotches across the paper. You’ve been crying.

“I guess it takes a sad person to know another one,” you joke, though your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Momoi frowns at her only friend (besides the GoM) in such a distressed state, even if she knows you’re actively trying to hide it.

“It’s about Dai-chan, isn’t it?”

“Ah…” you look down at your worksheets. “So you knew.”

“Sorry…” she murmurs. “I told him to be gentle and honest with you.”

“Well he certainly gave me the latter,” you softly laugh. “Hey, hey… there’s no need to be down for my sake.” You immediately reach out to gently ruffle her hair with a head pat. She widens her eyes at the unexpected physical contact.

“Sorry, did I push my boundaries?”

“No, no…!” she denies, shaking her head to reassure you. “You reminded me of Tetsu-kun right now… that’s all.”

“Huh, I guess he’s been rubbing off on me,” you muse. A thought comes to you. “Actually, can I ask you something?”

“Eh?” She blinks. “Sure, I’ll try my best to answer whatever it is.”

You finally look up to face Momoi head on. “Was I ever too overbearing on Aomine? I wonder if I crossed any boundaries with him at any point. If you noticed anything at any point, please tell me everything.”

“No,” she firmly reassures. “You didn’t do anything wrong at all. Dai-chan is the real idiot here. You’ve only done what’s best for him, and I would’ve done the same in your place.”

“Pfft, he always calls us nagging grandmas, doesn’t he?”

“Right? He has no tact, at all!” Momoi huffs, puffing out her cheeks in a pout. “Despite all that, he cares for you, (y/n)-chan. I’m serious. Even if he’ll never admit it like the idiot that he is.”

You give a rueful smile. “Thank you, Momoi.”

Turning away from Momoi, you look up at the trees, so full of flowers that it fills the void in your heart by gazing at them. You sense that she’s also doing the same.

“... Hey, Momoi?”

“... yes?”

“You love Kuroko, don’t you?” You turn back to face Momoi. She gives an innocent simper at the mere mention of his name.

“I do. But even though he’s not the type to date, I want to be by his side.”

You smile too, her joy too contagious to ignore, but that smile somewhat deflates when your thoughts go back to Aomine against your will.

“Hey… how do you love someone who doesn’t love you back?”

She pauses and takes in the many implications of your question. “I don’t know,” she admits. “It just happens, you can’t always control it… I’ll wait for Tetsu-kun, even if it’s the most idiotic thing to do. I just can’t help it. That’s what love is, I think.”

“I see…”

“It’s not for everyone. Loving someone like that.”

“I thought I could do that…” Your whisper comes out so hoarse. “With Aomine—I thought… as long as I got to be by his side, I wouldn’t ask for more… but it hurts to go back to being friends—it hurts to see him… I don’t want to see him anymore.” The last part of your confession ends up being a choked sob.

“Shhh…” she hushes you to console you. “It’s okay, it’s good to cry it out.” She rubs down your back as tears endlessly plop onto your worksheets, no doubt ruined by now.

“Please… please don’t tell—”

“I won’t tell anything to Dai-chan… I promise.”

Dai-chan… were you truly honest with (y/n)-chan?

———

[April 6th]

“Aomine-kun! There you are! Where were you? Sheesh, we don’t want to miss the entrance ceremony!”

Aomine towers over the crowd, his eyes clearly scanning—looking—for something amidst the countless students walking around and socializing amongst one another. Even as Momoi tugs on his new uniform blazer (not properly worn, no doubt) to get him to walk, he stands to face the front gates expectantly.

“... Where’s (y/n)?”

“Huh?” Momoi looks at Aomine like he grew three legs. “She’s not at Touou, Ahomine. What are you even talking about?”

“... Thought she woulda tailed me here too.”

“You told her off to choose a different school!”

“I did not,” he grunts. “I told her to choose a school for a reason that’s not on me. Besides, my words never stopped her from annoying me all the time… Wait, when did you hear me say that?”

“You were shouting at her that day! Anybody nearby could’ve heard that!” She glares at him. “And well, those words of yours certainly stopped her now. Do you hear yourself right now?”

“The hell…” he ignores Momoi and curses, kicking the gravel before lazily walking with his hands in his pockets to his assigned seat for the ceremony. Of course, Momoi tails after him despite being pissed off.

Words from all the speeches from the faculty and student alumni went in one ear out the other for him in a continuous slur of nonsense. His body goes on autopilot, standing and sitting when everyone else does the same, while he continues to scan over the hundreds of heads, thinking he must’ve missed your dumbass by mistake. Of course he notices Momoi sitting a short distance away from him; the way everyone ogles at her is obnoxiously contagious and far from discreet.

But where are you?

———

[April 10th]

“... Do you mind if…” you hesitate, turning to Kuroko after he signs his name on the basketball club interest form. “... You teach me more about the sport?”

Kuroko looks at you curiously at your question, and you quickly clarify yourself. “It’s not for Aomine’s sake, or anyone else’s for the matter. I just want to watch a few of your practices, and things like that… it might be fun… I wanna try something new.” You give a small smile, albeit nervously. “I won’t be in the way, I promise—even if I don’t know what’ll be happening most of the time—”

“I’ll ask the coach when the time comes,” Kuroko reassures you, his own smile mirroring your own growing grin at his answer.

“Alrighty!” you cheer. You stop yourself when you see a student who easily towered over everyone at the basketball club booth. “What the… that guy’s a high school student?!”

“Oh,” Kuroko turns to where you were pointing. “He seems like someone with a hot temper.”

“Reminds me of a certain someone, doesn’t he, Kuroko…?” You give a soft elbow jab and a playful lilt, though both of you knew you were both still recovering from the emotional blows from last year.

He quietly nods before he follows you to the other club booths nearby.

———

[April 20th]

“Where did Kuroko go…!” You’re breathless at the bench, watching the game between Seirin and Kaijo. This is just a practice game? It’s way too intense to be considered such.

Riko, amused at your reactions, gladly explains what’s going down on the courts as it happens. “Kuroko’s greatest strength is using his lack of presence for his misdirection—”

“And wait—Kagami is—!” You near-completely ignored Riko’s explanation when Kagami steals the show with a dunk, completely leaving you in awe with his impossible vertical. “What kind of person jumps that high… what the hell?” She merely chuckles with a hand to her lips before she turns her full attention back to the game.

Kise experiences his first taste of defeat soon enough.

You ignore the way your heart flipped when Kagami dunked the final basket on Kaijo.

———

[May 23rd]

Aomine lays serenely on the rooftop, but his mind is far from relaxed. Tomorrow is the day Touou would crush Seirin in the Inter-High preliminaries.

… Seirin, huh.

He remembers when Momoi broke the news to him when they walked home together after the entrance ceremony. Thinking about it still pisses him off—he can’t help it though, he can’t stop thinking about it… his mind involuntarily plays that conversation in his head over and over. No amount of porn magazines could bury the dull thuds in his chest when he thinks about you.

[April 6th]

“She’s at Seirin right now.”

“What?!” His eyes slightly widened as he stopped walking to incredulously look at her. “You’re seriously pullin’ my leg right now, Satsuki.”

“I would totally yank your stupid legs if I could, Ahomine,” she petulantly grumbled. “But I’m telling the truth. She told me before we went off on our spring break when we said our goodbyes to each other. I told her I was going to miss her, and I also told her to take care of Tetsu-kun for me and let me know if anything happened over there.”

What the hell? When did you get close to Satsuki enough to confide in her? How come he didn’t hear shit from you?

“Hah, so you’re telling me she’s tailing Tetsu now that she can't follow me?” He gave a derisive snort, not liking the development of your relationship with Kuroko for some reason. Momoi gave him that knowing look of admonishment.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, idiot! One! They don’t see each other like that, and two! How (y/n)-chan decided on her school is none of our business. I’m sure she has her own reasons, and you have no right to judge her at all!”

Aomine stared at Momoi, who’s usually so compliant to his demands and harsh words. To see her stick up for you so adamantly was more than surprising. He furrowed his brows before walking ahead of her in a feeble attempt to cut the conversation short.

“Tch… I know that already…”

He releases a heavy sigh. His ego wouldn’t allow him to simply go up to Kuroko and ask about your wellbeing, let alone asking him to set up a time and place for him to meet up with you. What were you doing over there right now? Were you doing okay? Are there random people harassing you or bothering you now that he’s not there with you to scare them off?

He slings his arm over his eyes and sighs again.

“... This is annoying. I’m tired…”

God, it sucks so bad, but he really misses your lunches. Satsuki’s atrocious cooking is still lethal to this day, and Sakurai’s octo-dogs he sometimes steals only measures up to a fraction of the taste of your own octo-dogs.

He’s been hallucinating for a bit—even while he naps, he’s sworn that he always hears pencil scribblings and annoying sighs nearby. He swears that it’s you, that you’re actually enrolled in Touou and that somehow, you roped Momoi into agreeing into this sick prank to get back at him for all the shit he’s done to her all these years. He swears he can hear you muttering the questions out loud before you deftly solve them. He swears he can hear you nagging him to practice even if you haven’t had a clue what basketball entails.

What the hell… He thought that you two would still be friends—attached to the hip, even if a romantic relationship was out of the question. He supposes that it’s a bit naive on his end to think that. Damn it, damn it… Seirin isn’t that far from Touou either… wouldn’t you normally find the way and time to stop by and annoy him like there’s no tomorrow, anyways?

———

[August 14th]

“Kuroko, who do you think would win?”

“I don’t know,” he replies. “This is the first time I’ve seen two Generation of Miracles starters play against each other… However, Aomine-kun inspired Kise-kun to play basketball.”

“Really?” Kagami turns to him in surprise. You stand nearby, listening to Kuroko’s words carefully. After all, they pertained to Aomine.

“They used to play one-on-one a lot, but Kise-kun has never won.”

Aomine… was THAT good? You blink in surprise, remembering about Seirin’s practice match against Kaijo before you turn your attention back on the court. Well, you shouldn’t be that surprised, considering that the Seirin returned with a loss against Touou in the preliminaries… before getting eliminated altogether later on. Knowing how amazing Kagami and Kuroko are at basketball… if they both got single-handedly defeated by the ace of Touou, you shouldn’t doubt Kuroko’s words about Aomine’s strength. You weren’t there to watch that game after all.

You feel a warm, heavy hand pushing on top of your head.

“H-Hey!”

“You have a scary look on your face that I almost mistook you for Aomine,” Kagami says quite seriously, though if you squint, you swear that he’s teasing you. Irk marks pop onto your temples as you try to shoo his hand off of you.

“Oh—come on! Lay off, will you? I do not have a scary face! If anything, it’s you!”

“The hell do you mean by that?!”

“I mean exactly what I said, Kagamidiot!”

Kuroko, unbeknownst to anyone, observes your interaction with Kagami with the faintest smile before turning his attention to see the referee starting the jump ball.

“Everyone, it’s starting.”

———

[December 7th]

He… he lost.

He finally lost.

Aomine stares at Kuroko and Kagami, still reeling from the foreign sensation of defeat creeping into him.

“Why are you acting like it’s all over?” Aomine snaps out of his daze to focus on Kagami. “Things are just getting started. Let’s play again. I’ll take you on.”

Aomine stands there at a loss for words until he scoffs at him, but if anyone was to look at Aomine right now, they would say he’s relieved and pleased to hear those words. “Shut up, idiot.”

“Aomine-kun…” Kuroko calls out, bringing Aomine’s attention from Kagami to his former “shadow.” A moment of reflection is shared between the two of them before Aomine finally acknowledges Kuroko’s style of basketball.

“You win, Tetsu.”

Kuroko contemplates for a bit before opening his mouth. “Can I ask you for a favor?” Kuroko raises his hand in a fist bump before Aomine makes a noise for him to continue. “You still haven’t returned my fist bump.”

“What?” he retorts, slightly flustered at the sudden request. “Who cares about that?”

“No,” Kuroko says, deadpan as ever. “Try putting yourself in the shoes of the ignored.” Aomine gives a long look, hesitant and unsure before he finally relents.

“Fine. This is the last time though… Next time, I’ll win.”

“Okay.”

While still holding the fist bump, Aomine finally brings himself to ask the question plaguing in his mind for the past couple months: “Hey… is it true that (y/n) is in Seirin?”

Kuroko widens his eyes in momentary surprise before he carefully responds. “Yes, she’s actually been cheering us on these past couple months. She’s somewhere in the stands right now. Though, I’m not sure where.”

“I see…” The ace of Touou separates from the fist bump first and turns to get ready for the team lineup, looking rather thoughtful.

Kagami raises a brow at the question that came out of seemingly nowhere for someone like Aomine, but in truth, he knew. You told him everything about what happened between you and Aomine a couple weeks ago while shedding tears.

“There’s nothing wrong with you at all.”

“Eh?” You attempted to wipe the last of your tears before you looked at Kagami to see his reaction. He still could see how red your eyes were even despite trying to remain unbothered about the ordeal. He remembered how distraught you were retelling your past friendship with him… and how you used to like him. How did you even manage to think that you weren’t pretty enough? Helpful enough? And how did you manage to believe yourself to be the most annoying person in the world? Remembering what you said made him boil.

“I can’t believe that guy’s full of it even outside of basketball, that idiot!”

“Honestly…” you gave a sardonic smile to mock your own weakness. “What do you mean?”

“Huh? Well…” He looked away with a comical pout before facing you again. “If I was him, I wouldn’t take you for granted like that. Who the hell would read dirty magazines in broad daylight like that? Seriously, it’s so funny I could bust a spleen!” His response took on a more mocking tone at the end, and he noticed your eyes taking on an amused light at his reaction.

“Didn’t Kuroko correct you that it’s ‘gut,’ and not a ‘spleen’ way back months ago?”

“What? It’s the same thing.” He crossed his arms with a sigh before he looked at your face again, satisfied to see you slightly cheered up. “Anyways, if I ever become like that type of guy, feel free to hit me or something.”

“The way you went and above at being pissed for my sake, I don’t think I’d have to worry about that, Kagami.” Your smile grew to be teasing and affectionate, and his heart started to race at the sight of it.

“Uh—well…” Kagami averted his gaze, scratching his cheek to hide his flushed cheeks. “It’s just… I think you’re fine the way you are.”

You widened your eyes at his words.

“Really…?”

His heart broke at how truly surprised you were at his candor. He meant it; he really did, and it wasn’t fair for you to live like this just because some prick didn’t have the balls to be nice to you, something you deserved again and again.

“I’ll wake that idiot up for you, I swear it.”

You started laughing at him, catching him completely off-guard as his face started heating up even more. “What—hey! What the hell’s so funny?! I’m trying to be serious!”

“Ah…” you breathed out, wiping out the last of your tears after doubling over for a few minutes. “Don’t worry, Kagami. I believe in you. Beat his ass in the Winter Cup for me, yeah?”

Kagami cleared his throat before he mustered up the courage to give you a gentle head pat (albeit very clumsily).

“Y-Yeah…”

Kagami frowns, wondering if you and Aomine will ever sort things out after this game. Part of him worries that your next encounter with him wouldn’t go very smoothly, knowing how complicated Aomine is as an individual.

Kuroko looks at the floor before continuing, almost as if he read Kagami’s mind. “We should also move to line up, Kagami.”

“... Yeah.”

———

[December 8th]

“Shopping is such a damn pain,” Aomine yawns, holding his box of new basketball shoes under his arm. Momoi, of course, is already next to him ready to scold him into oblivion.

“Did you forget that your feet are humongous? Of course the shops wouldn’t have your size,” she sighs at his childish attitude. “Now you’re going to try this new pastry shop with me! You promised to come with me if I went with you to shop for your shoes.”

“I don’t remember promising anything.”

“Meanie! You did! Now don’t be like that and wait here! I’m going to check the lines and available tables.” And before Aomine can wedge another complaint in, Momoi dashes like her life was on the line, clearly risking everything for a chance to taste the strawberry mille-feuille that the shop was famous for.

Geez… he mentally sighs before deciding to look for a place to sit. She better hurry her ass up.

Luckily for him, there’s a spare empty bench near some trees despite the busy crowds. Taking the opportunity, he plops himself down while settling his shoe box next to him. He looks at the box for a moment. He finally has a rival now, huh. Seirin… he wonders how long it’s been since he last saw you… a couple months? Actually… it’s been almost a year.

Indulging Horikita Mai-chan feels off now, and indulging even more of her featured volumes made him feel worse than if he didn’t read any of them to begin with. The temptation to pick up a new racy issue has declined drastically, and Wakamatsu’s threats of burning them are becoming less dire as the days go by. If he actually burned them now, he probably would remain just as unphased and still not show up to practice. Well, now he’ll consider showing up to practice with or without the threats anyways, now that Kagami can keep him on his toes.

He gives a rueful smile. You’re always meddling in his affairs and ruining the consistent routines he’s set up for himself, even if you’re not physically by his side. That’s just like you to ruin him like this. He frowns. Or maybe you’re doing this on purpose as karma for him being an asshole to you all this time. Maybe you’re an Imayoshi, and you’re playing him like a fiddle?

Nah, he thinks, a small chuckle escaping from his lips. You’re too much of an idiot to think like that. You’re too easy to read, (y/n).

He shoves his hands into the pockets of his navy puffer jacket, and he leans forward on the bench with a long exhale. This isn’t good, he’s been thinking about you way too damn much. It’s actually concerning. Is it because he feels bad about chasing you off? Is it because of the uncertainty of his current standing with you in terms of your friendship? Maybe.

He amended his friendship with Kuroko through basketball, something that he’s very comfortable in navigating about. But you? How is he going to approach you?

He’s too much of a coward to stop by Seirin and look for you and get the answers, though.

“Your grades are absolutely atrocious, what the hell? How are you gonna fare well on the final exams for the semester?”

“That’s… we’ll worry about that when the time… comes.”

“Wrong answer! We can’t have you failing when you’re just a first year!”

“Oh come on, I still have two more years to pick up my slack, don’t I?”

Aomine slightly perks up at the familiar voices, the conversation breaking him out of his own thoughts. He freezes when he sees you.

The sight of you sends his own heart into a frenzy, his heart pounding against his chest so incessantly—painfully. The adrenaline he accumulated from his last game is no match for the compressions he feels at this very moment. Is it because he hasn’t seen you for nearly a year that he feels this way? You look different—older for sure—and definitely just as expressive as you were back in Teiko. You’re wearing your casual clothes and the biggest smile he’s seen from you yet.

But the person who’s making you smile like that isn’t him. His eyes finally stop focusing on you to look at the bigger picture in front of him. His eyes widen further when he registers that it’s none other than Kagami.

“Oh come on,” Kagami sighs at your pout. “Don’t be like that…”

“Look, I’ll even offer you tutoring free of charge, but you can’t neglect your studies.”

“Fine, fine…” Kagami ruffles your hair to appease you. “Just know I’m not that good with these types of things. You’re gonna have to take it easy with me.”

“Obviously! Did you think I was gonna bust out a master theory textbook on you? I’m not heartless! Honestly…” You punch his arm before you smile at him. “Before we get going, how’s your legs? You haven’t pushed yourself too much, have you?”

“Nah, I’m okay now.” He sweatdrops when he sees you raising your brow in suspicion. “I’m serious this time!”

“Pffft,” you snicker at how easy it is to get a reaction out of him. “How about to celebrate your win, we can go try that new pastry shop down the street? I heard the strawberry mille-feuille is really good there… maybe we can both try our hands in making a homemade recipe after?”

“Huh, I haven’t had that in a while, actually. Sounds pretty good.”

“Actually, what types of desserts do Americans even serve over there? We can save a day where we can bake the team an entire stockpile for them to try? Though, I hope Riko doesn’t somehow tamper them with protein powder…”

It’s comical to see Aomine having his eyes so bugged out of their sockets that they look like they might fall out with a nudge. But he doesn’t care—his mind’s racing so much, overclocking and overworking in trying to connect the dots at the scene he’s trying to register and comprehend.

“Where’s the shop again?” Kagami asks, scanning around for any sign that indicates “sweets” and “baked goods.”

“There.” You point ahead of you in a general direction, and Kagami, taking advantage of his height, easily spots the shop. What catches Aomine’s attention is how you wrap your other hand around his arm. What really bothers him though, is how nonchalant Kagami is at your touch.

“Come on.” Kagami snakes his hand to gently encapsulate your hand, the same one that casually wrapped around his arm moments earlier. Aomine’s breath gets caught in his throat, watching you two like a hawk. Kagami tugs your hand behind him as he leads you through the crowd, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

It shouldn’t be natural, though. It shouldn’t be Kagami holding your hand. It should’ve been—

(“And I’m not the guy for you, either.”)

Yeah, Aomine knows that he sure as hell ain’t the guy for you. But Kagami? Of all people? Aomine grits his teeth watching you two. He’s sure as hell that Kagami isn’t the one for you either. He would even rather prefer Kuroko being by your side like this than him… But he can’t deny how Kagami does a better job at making you happier than he himself could ever do. You’re in good hands, and he doesn’t have to worry about any potential asshats bothering you at Seirin, or anywhere for that matter from now on.

So why… Why does his heart continue to pound so hard when he sees how gentle his rival is with you? Why isn’t his chest letting up? Why does he feel like his windpipes are constricted? His mouth is parted like a fish, his body motionless, his new shoes forgotten. He doesn’t move until you’re no longer in his line of vision, completely swallowed up by the crowded lines and mobs of other shoppers.

Did Tetsu know about this?

He finally closes his mouth, allowing himself to swallow, though his mouth is impossibly too heavy and dry to do so comfortably. Still leaned forward, he rests his elbows on his knees, his eyes opting to stare at the cracks and dried gum. His brain’s had enough from all the processing.

What the hell’s wrong with me?

This isn’t like him. You’re dating Kagami. So what? And he’s not a bad guy. He still has you as a friend, and it’s not like he didn’t lose you for good… right?

His body contradicts his rationalizing when his hand tingles against his will… as if it wants to be held by you. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, gritting his teeth before giving a despondent chuckle.

I’m pathetic, aren’t I… all this time, I’ve never realized that…

He sees a flash of your clothes before you disappear around the block, holding your dessert box to-go while still holding hands with Kagami.

… that what I wanted was…

“Dai-chan!” Momoi races to him after emerging from the crowd that you just came out of earlier. He looks up to face her. “I finally got myself their house special! Luckily for you, I got another one before they sold out! Here, be grateful!”

She hands him a daintily packaged box with a fork, and he opens it to face the popular strawberry mille-feuille. He stares at it.

“Uh… is there something wrong?” Momoi tilts her head at his unusual lack of scathing comments, slightly unnerved at his extended silence. Aomine stares at the dessert for a second longer before looking up to see her face contorting into an expression of worry. He averts his gaze.

(“Because I know you’re never honest about your feelings!”)

“... It’s nothing.”

[forsworned]

I miss them a lot. So how about the hashiras (after .. after everything) finding new jobs or what would they do now?

lmfao thanks dude i really enjoyed writing this hopefully u will enjoy reading it :) ALSO SORRY FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVE READ THIS AND HAVE BEEN SPOILED THERE ARE SPOILERS SO SPOILER ALERT

k y o u j u r o u

I feel like just like in the academy au, kyo would feel most comfortable being a history teacher

he loves kids and loves teaching and adores history so why not combine all three together?

he loves kids and loves teaching and adores history so why not combine all three together?

we already know he's a fun teacher and makes his students re-enact battles

nobody ever fails his class and he's been teacher of the year every year since he started working there

g y o m e i

he is a daycare worker because he loves kids

due to his soft nature he is very popular with the ladies

he is almost always flustered because he is constantly getting cat called by women

when he is holding a baby the women FLOCK to this man

he usually just brushes off the inapproriate comments made towards him

popular inapproriate comments include: "you would look so good holding my baby in your hands." "so when are we gonna make one of those?" "you should be holding me like that instead"

these women are ruthless and are usually the married women jfvsjvfidjifvds

o b a n a i / m i t s u r i

canonly they are married

they would work in their own restaurant

they have five kids that gyomei takes care of except for their two eldest

they insist on helping their parents, taking orders and serving food

the locals absolutely love it, they think it's endearing (not in a child labor way is cute way fvskfvskm)

mitsuri always makes obanai wear a pink apron that says "i love my wife" all the time, but obanai never minds because he is head over heels with her

s a n e m i

a big ol grump who shouts at kids to get off his porch

he's a fireman because who likes police officers acab amirite

he's the most hardworking in his unit

hardly has time for himself because his constantly working

enjoys his job a lot because much like his hashira days he is saving the lives of others and it makes him feel fulfilled

meets the (second) love of his life while rescuing them from an apartment building that went into flames

they now live together with their pet cat reiki

s h i n o b u

she would definitely be a scientist

like come onnnnn

she is an absolute genius and would fit perfectly in that field

she is a perfectionist so if it's not here she will not leave her space until it is to her liking

super hard working and doesn't have time for your shit

has an aquarium at her house because she wanted to upgrade her home to look hella cool

also has a beautiful garden she tends to everyday and if you touch anything from it she will absolutely 1000% know

g i y u u

he would most likely spend his days as fisherman and sells mostly salmon by the sea

everything is super fresh and sells out super quickly, because well, giyuu is a heartthrob

he is oblivious about it though cuz i mean have u seen the guy?

when he's not working he is at home with his pet kitten

he found that this little guy was always starving and was attracted to the smell of samon and he would give in to feeding him

soon the little kitten won him over due to how cute he was and they are inseparable

he named him salmon, because he is unoriginal

salmon can be found perched on giyuu's head or sitting in his spot that giyuu made for him that is attached to his stand

t e n g e n

stay at home dad right here

his wives work and provide for him

so he spends his day with his kids and cooks and cleans for everyone

his wives are always greeted with him in a cutesy lacey apron with a baby in one hand and a mop in another

the house is SPOTLESS

he always greets and goodbyes them with kisses and hugs before they go off or come back from work

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SFW -

Again, we are going off of Kimetsu Academy, so Sanemi’s occupation will be a math teacher.

✧ Sanemi’s personality will be no different compared his personality in the Taishō era. He is still the fowl-mouthed, abrasive, and cold man we have all grown to love so much.

✧ However, he is not that way with everyone. He is much nicer towards women, the elderly and children.

✧ He can switch up in the blink of an eye too- one second he will be yelling at his student because they made a simple mistake, and then the next, he will be calmly and politely having a conversation with a female co-worker.

✧ Sanemi has little to no patience when it comes to his students- well certain students. He loathes the slackers, almost as much as he loathes the “ I can’t do this, it’s too hard ” type of student. You ever say that to him, it will be an immediate beat down and a detention.

✧ He will also not have patience for laziness when it comes to you as well. He wants you to be the best you can be, so if that means forcing you to do things for your own benefit, then so be it.

✧ Even though Sanemi is as cold as winter, he has a lot of admirers, mostly from his female students, (they like how tough he is, plus he is attractive). It would not be unlikely that he has gotten a few confessions before, which he quickly turns them down, ending up with the girl’s feelings hurt and them crying.

✧ You will often visit Sanemi during his free time at work. He is a very busy man, but he will always find time for you, even if he has to stop grading tests for you.

✧ When Sanemi gets home, you bet his voice is hoarse from yelling all the time at his students. This man is relentless. So, he would really appreciate if you would make him a nice cup of tea when he gets home- his favorite is Chamomile.

✧ Nemi is an early riser. He takes his job very seriously and does not like being late. Before he leaves, he will always give you a kiss, even if you are sleeping. Maybe if he has enough time he will make you something to eat.

✧ Sanemi gets in trouble a lot with the principle because he curses so damn much. You will catch him saying at least 10 curse words per class, and he still does it with little repercussions because he is too good at math for them to try and find anyone else to hire.

✧ Speaking of which, even if you are the absolute worst at math, you will come out of his class 10x better than you were before, either because you actually paid attention and learned or because he beat the information into you.

✧ This man works out a lot- he keeps himself in shape because he loves his muscles, and so do you. Sanemi always notices how you ogle at them whenever he comes out the shower. He will start subtly flexing for you, watching your eyes soak up every curve of his biceps and he will absolutely enjoy every second of it.

✧ Sanemi loves to cook for you and himself- he will probably be the one who cooks the most around the house. Of course, his favorite is ohagi. He would cook it every day every night if you did not complain about it, which you do because who wants to eat ohagi that much besides him.

✧ His fashion sense is so good. He knows how to dress and you will catch both men and women looking in his direction whenever he walks past. He has a habit of leaving his shirt undone at the top though, but who is complaining?

✧ Most of the staff in the school know you are Sanemi’s lover- however there will always be at least one person who does not, and they will be sorry if they end up flirting with you and he catches them. He would easily flip them over a table if it were not for students being in the building. He would make his presence known and just send them a bone-chilling threat.

✧ Sanemi loves your hair. He will often tell you to rest your head in his lap so he can play with it- and you better return the favor or else he will be upset. It really calms him. If you are lucky, he will allow you to even wash his hair, because he trusts you that much.

✧ He owns a dog- a shiba inu. It is funny though- seeing he is a such a tough man yet has this cute little dog by his side.

✧ He likes to fight- not verbally, no- but physically. Sometimes, he will initiate play fights with you, it is mostly just tickles. He will never hurt you though, and if he does he will stop immediately.

✧ A lot of people do not expect such a mean guy to be with such a kind girl as you- but you two really even each other out. You help him calm down and keep his cool when he is about to explode.

✧ He compliments you a lot, even if it is about small things- your hair, your nails, your lip-gloss/lipstick. He will find anything to compliment you about because he thinks every aspect of you is beautiful.

✧ He blushes when he gets nervous/shy around you. Around others, he could not care less what they think about him- he is a confident man. But when it comes to you, he might overthink some things if he is really trying to impress you.

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Gojou enemies to lovers headcannons? 👀👀👀 Thank you king

𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 : no warnings, gn!reader, cursing

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2k+ ── headcanon scenario mixed format

© 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐳𝐱𝐧𝐢𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

──── there could be numerous reasons for him to have you as his enemy, yet an explicably long list of why he could be yours. 

──── lips spilling with confidence, unfiltered gaze from above his cricle-rimmed glasses, and an irritating grin flashing all whites at you — gojo satoru was enough to vex even one he’d just met.

“you’re such a nuisance, satoru.” hands shuffle through the books scattered on your desk, not paying any heed ot the white-haired man seated right next to you. sunlight seeps through the windows of the classroom, basking you and gojo under it’s effect. unfortunately this morning, your decision to arrive to class early resulted in dealing with your other classmate who surprisingly came early as well. “maybe i learned it from you.” his words are coaxed with innocence, drizzling from his lips like sweet honey. a sudden pause to your movements makes him feel accomplished. “excuse me?” “you have been excused.” gojo permits with a simple nod of his head, as you clench your jaw. the conversation is entirely childish, as if it were a grade-school fight, yet neither one of you seemed to back down. gojo’s eyes look ethereal under the raxeida as he smirks in fulfillment, the scintilla of light adorning your own. 

──── it pained you to know that each and every morning, to the dreaded evning and perhaps even night, you’d have to bear with gojo’s presence. 

──── teasing remarks were common to even his close ones, yet it so happened to be put in an extreme whenever he was around you. 

──── he clearly seemed to have enough free time each day, for his insisted need of pestering you at all times was unwavering. 

──── it’s usually getou who has to restrict either gojo from annoying you to an extreme extent or you from near-murdering gojo — sometimes it’s vice versa. 

──── shoko never participates in being the middle ground; she prefers watching you both bicker like a married couple

──── yaga’s intervention is needed at some point, and his attempt to have you both come on better terms is sending you on a mission together. 

──── there was no fear of being hurt or having to face many problems with cursed spirits, for even if you were strong or not, you were disappointingly aware of gojo’s immeasurable power.

──── the only fear you have is how the both of you were to spent the entire day together, fighting together, and overall just being together. not the best of your days. 

──── although gojo had complete faith — no, confidence — in his abilities, he’d always make sure he’d be a step ahead of you. if you were weaker than he was, then it was a winning game for him.

──── whenever you’d fall behind him ? it fueled the god-like complex built in gojo over the years — he clearly was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, and was a bit too self-aware on that part. 

“aw, do you need help?” pristine orbs gloss the quivering condition in which you attempt to pick yourself from the ground. the cursed spirit you were fighting had gotten the best of you, causing you to turn to the ground for even a few seconds of rest. gojo satoru sits with his head tilted and rested on the knuckles of his right hand, snow-like bnags gently falling upon his forehead. angelic is the way in which he looks, yet the devil’s spirit inhibits the childish pride in his eyes. with a cheshire grin and no intention of assiting you, he only further eggs you on. “of course you would.” the cursed spirit behind him has no chance of attack, before its eradicated from existence. 

──── according to gojo, you seem to look much more attractive when you’re quiet and not disrupting the peace that god had blessed the world with at some times. 

“god you look beautiful right now.” his admiration seethes with the purest form of sincerity, yet it has no intention but to further tick you. arm pressed against his chest and hands bunched on your stomach, your eyes avoid looking into gojo’s as he carries you due to an unsightly wound from battle. “i fucking hate you.” your words are laxed with venom, yet it humors him. “shh shh, don’t tire yourself further.” he advises, lashes fluttering in an essence of sympathy and worry. it’s an unknown hue to the crystal glass of his eyes, as they peer to your own with a smile. “you miserable thing.” “you really are a dick.”

──── however this hatred for one another had stemmed into — absolutely not love — but a sense of unwanted loneliness upon the other being gone for a prolonged time.

──── the world was too peaceful without gojo that it became eerie to you. the world was a bit too bland without your anger towards his antics that it became boring to gojo.

──── it’s shoko who brings up the topic one day : you and gojo have become a bit too attatced to let go of one another, yet the both of you deny it.

──── truly, neither of you felt any sort of positive emotions regarding one another, your minds had plastered it as the truth.

──── “ew, do you think we’re in some romcom that we’re gonna kiss and fall in love by the end?”

──── “congratulations, you said something cohesive and true for the first time.”

──── the idea is completely shoved away, as if forcefully from the conversation, as getou decides to bring up an upcoming mission to clear up the air.

──── a small glance to gojo is gone unnoticed by him, and the small glance he gives you is unbenownst to yourself. it stays that way.

──── except gojo begins to think more about what shoko says — surprisingly, he begins to think about someone that isn’t himself (or his two friends)

──── he begins noticing the drink you buy every day from the vending machine, the way you have a few habits, and even the subjects you particularly enjoy

“here.” a sudden intrusion of your thoughts brings forth a reflex to catch what’s been thrown at you. a second or two let’s you register that it’s gojo’s voice, and your favorite drink that’s found it’s newfound place in your hands. “how’d you know?” you inquire gojo, who’d comfortably sat next to you on the staircase, legs spread open till his shin rested upon your knee. “a cute little birdy told me.” you new for a fact that gojo wouldn’t have asked a single soul on what someone else’s preference was. “you’re not a bird and neither are you little.” you remind, before opening the can and taking a sip. “but i am cute.” he adds on, before indulging in his own drink. “only sometimes.” you wait for a response, yet no word is spoken between the both of you again. this time, you sneak a glance at gojo, and meet his eyes instead.

──── gojo begins to bring up jokes as such more often, even after the awkward exchange in which the both of you stayed silent.

──── he’ll begin to jokingly confess to you, address you with endearments — which he deemed as another tactic to pester you, and linger around you even after school.

──── “yeah i know you have the hots for me, who wouldn’t.” “why are you staring in my eyes. they’re irresitably charming, i know, but you’re creeping me out.”

──── not a single true confession is made though — he’s not going to be admitting that he himself, the one who began this unnecessary rivalry for you, was catching feelings.

──── there wasn’t much special to you, he told himself. nothing special to your presence that comforts him with a sense of companionship, or the glint in your eye that begins to light the world almost immediately.

──── most importantly, he begins to care for you, more than just saving you in missions or buying you drinks. it’s subtle, in ways that could irk you, yet it’s still there.

──── poking at your eye bags was a form of telling you to rest, quesiton why you looked like a ghost on some days his form of expressing concern.

──── showing up at your dorm room with your favorite snack saying “hey you weren’t being so loud today, the worlds gonna fall outta order” when you were at a slump was his form of trying to bring you back up.

──── sometimes, you both have these moments in which you begin to learn more about one another. it's an exponential growth to your relationship.

──── one night, things escalate differently than they usually do. it's been an awkward week for the both of you, with the tension of uprising feelings bubbling in both of your chests.

──── it's silent under the moonlit sky, yet it's an incomprehensive trail of thought in your mind.

──── you and gojo sit side by side between the space that seperates both of your room perimeters from outside. all dorms being on the first floor was something you'd taken advantage of often

──── his shin touching your knee brings a sense of physical contact, yet there's not eye contact between the both of you.

──── gojo rambles on and on about how tiring his week has been, and how he looks forward to the break. you listen and give your two cents every now and then.

──── it's a normal conversation, yet it feels like if it's beating around the bush. gojo brings it to a sudden turn.

──── "you know, i really hated you at first."

──── it catches you off guard. where did this sudden confession, which you'd already been aware of, come from.

──── "i know. i hated you too."

──── gojo's lighthearted chuckle follows right after, as he doesn't dare to look into your eyes. "is the past particaple of 'hate' supposed to mean something?"

──── "you're not that annoying anymore. or at least, i've learned to tolerate you now."

──── "gross." gojo clicks his tongue, and you're close to turning your attention to him, before he speaks up once more. "im beginning to think the same."

──── that's when the real silence begins.

it's a bit too quiet ─ it's beginning to become uncomfortable for you, and odd for gojo, who'd never seemed to shut up. your fingers begin to slowly dig into the soil beneath; his hands are so close to yours, a bit too close. they're not together, but you can feel the warmth emitting from his skin and seeping into yours. it's comforting, and it grows. it's not long till his fingers, numbly blue from the cold, have rested atop yours. you'd flinch from the temperature, but it oddly provides solace.

“you’re fingers are too cold.” you tell him in nonchalance. “then why won’t you move your hand.” it’s a new tone to gojo’s voice — it isn’t as playful or cooing as you reminisce it to be. your head turns insintcly, against your will, yet it turns. your eyes meet gojo’s own, glass reflecting the stars that were outshone by his blue orbs.he stares with such intent as if he’d never seen you before, or he’d never been the same gojo satoru who’d been hellbent on driving you insane. he stares intently, and speaks abruptly.

“can i kiss you?” your eyes are responsive, lashes faltering upon his words, yet they don’t leave his. “what kind of question is that?” gojo ignores your inquiry with his own. “can i?” your shoulders loosen up. “if you promise not to tell everyone else.” it’s enough to motivate gojo to move closer, as you mumble. “i dont want everyone to think we’re in love or something.” the last few words are incoherent, asyour lips press against gojo’s.

it’s euphoric and satisfaction — the feeling. it’s as if you’d waited for ages to be like this. as your lips part and foreheads rest atop one another, you remind yourself. it wasn’t out of love — of course not — it was out of the opposed attraction between the both of you. that’s what you thought, what you believed.

“gross, your mouth stinks.”

“shut up.” you kiss him again.

maybe it was out of love.

𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

[sleepysonia-deactivated20210507]

rating: t

type: fluff + kise stealing all her fancy hair products

word count: 0.6k

summary: She allowed him to sink deeper under the surface, and clearly that was a mistake. —Kise/Reader

If glares could kill, Kise would be buried ten feet under, resurrected, to only be murdered again.

When she went to shower – because it had been a long, exhausting day of grueling studies and irritating co-workers – she was anticipating the rush of hot water and her very expensive hair products that smelt like spring itself. She had snagged those products during a winter special and she was ecstatic to have those bottles ship to her home. So imagine her surprise, when she goes to pump out her shampoo to only find water in the container. The same with the conditioner.

She stared at the bottles with undisguised betrayal, because the culprit can be no one other than Kise Ryouta.

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[loveless-scribes]

Uchiha Itachi: NSFW Alphabet

So, it has come to my attention that Itachi of the Uchiha has been done a disservice in the eyes of the internet and been called terrible names. *COUGH* vanilla *COUGH* basic *HACK* I assure you, my friends, nothing could be further from the truth! And so, I present to you, my interpretation of the one and only. Enjoy.

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[izanalia]

hi! i wanted to request some dating kakashi headcanons + how will his friends (gai, yamato, asuma, kurenai...) react of him and y/n dating 🥺

omg, I love this!! this is such an adorable idea for headcanons :(

Kakashi Hatake

Relationship headcanons + his friend's reactions

Fell in love with you unexpectedly, whenever you’d join team 7 on missions and he’d be rambling about his books you’d end up listening and asking for him to continue making him fall for you.

At the beginning of the relationship, he may be a little distant, but that’s because he’s insecure and hesitant.

He needs constant reassurance that you won’t leave like everyone else did, that’s why he may come off as distant at first.

Touch starved. He didn’t know he was touch starved until you hugged him and were in his arms. Whenever he wants a hug he won’t ask or tell you, he’d instead give subtle hints like tugging on your shirt before you or he leaves on a mission.

Deep conversations late at night, whenever you’d tell him about your troubles he’d give you advice and help you figure it out.

He’s also often up late reading. Whether that be him wanting to finish ‘just one more chapter’ or him having a lot on his mind from recalling his past. Whenever you’d wake up and see him up, you’d hug him instead of saying anything.

When cuddling he likes being the big spoon, he likes knowing that you are in his arms. When he wakes up and you’re not in his arms it kind of makes him panic. Did you leave him too?

Can't sleep well unless you’re there with him, he gets uneasy when you’re not with him.

Will always peel oranges for you, gets all serious about it too. He’d make sure there’s little to no pith left on the orange for you.

Cooks for you, but will be shy about it at first.

Loves hearing you talk about your day and what you did while he was out on a mission or training team 7, he loves hearing your voice it soothes him.

When he’s out on missions, he’ll buy little gifts that remind him of you. He would give most of them to you, but keep some as well in memory of you when he’s not with you.

If you guys live together, he definitely has an office that has many bookshelves filled with all of his favorite books. He’d even read them to you if you asked, although he gets a little shy while doing so. (Unless it’s Icha Icha then he’ll refuse to read it out loud to you unless you wanna get kinky.)

Won’t take off his mask until later on in the relationship when he’s a bit more comfortable around you, then it’ll occasionally come off.

He also gets all flustered when someone brings you up in a conversation, especially team 7 since they won’t leave him alone about you.

Won't properly introduce you to his friends until he is sure that you’re not leaving.

Might Gai

He’d be super supportive!! That’s his eternal rival right there! Although he’d be shocked that you and Kakashi were dating for such a long period of time without him knowing.

Speaking of eternal rival... he himself would also try and get a girlfriend just so he could one up Kakashi.

He often third wheels when he sees you and Kakashi out in public, he’d just invite himself. (Although it seems like you’re the third wheel most of the time.)

Whenever you and Kakashi would fight, he’d be the one cheering up not only Kakashi, but you as well. He would be helping you both make up after a fight.

Best wing man? I think so.

Yamato

He’d be surprised at first, he didn’t expect Kakashi to be in a relationship. But he’d end up admiring you as you are his dearest senpai’s lover after all.

He sees you as his sister, so he’d treat you with kindness and respect as he couldn’t for his own sister.

You’d often go to him or Kurenai when you and Kakashi fight, although Yamato wasn’t good at comforting you he was good at listening.

Asuma Sarutobi

“Huh?”

He’d be so surprised at the words coming out of Kakashi’s mouth that he’d end up thinking it’s a joke and laughs it off until he meets you, he honestly didn’t ever think that Kakashi out of all people would be in a relationship.

You both would often tease each other about the other’s relationship.

He’d give advice to both you and Kakashi when you guys would fight, mainly Kakashi since you’d turn to Kurenai instead of him.

Kurenai Yuhi

She’d also be quite shocked at the news, she’d never think that Kakashi would be in a relationship.

Nonetheless, she is very supportive and even befriends you! Kurenai adores you, and you both often spend time together whether that be shopping or gossiping about your guys’ boyfriends.

You often go to her for advice and comfort when you and Kakashi fight, she’d let you inside her house and make you a cup of tea while listening to you.

She’d probably be the problem solver for you and Kakashi, after talking to you she’d go talk to Kakashi as well and try to help you guys make up.

[violettelueur]

— GOJO SATORU || JEALOUS TYPE

↳ featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of sleeping pills and grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 05 february

↳ pronouns : non specified in imagine

↳ word count : 1.3k

↳ synopsis : waking up without your husband in bed with you, you decided to go search for him only to find him filling out paperwork that was long overdue.

↳ request : Hi!! Can i request a gojo x reader where gojo is doing some paperwork and the reader cant fell asleep without him so gojo made her sit on his lap while doing some paperwork and the reader falls asleep? When gojo is finished in his paperwork he went to sleep with the reader in their bedroom. Can you please make it fluffy? Thank you! I also love all of your works!

↳ barista’s notes : so…awkward times when some of your coffee orders (requests) disappear from your inbox hahahaha…..ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ but after i have written some of my ideas, i will update the ‘coffees in progress page’ (wip) for you guys to see if your requested got/didn’t get deleted! i hope youenjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please don’t be shy to order again soon ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

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[cloudyzoshi]

Gojo Satoru x Reader

3041 words, most of which aren’t SFW

cw: bath sex, very soft n fluffy

When he came home, you welcomed him with a perfect balance of tranquility and excitement.

“Dinner’s on the cooker.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, his hands settled on your hips. Gojo kissed you with awe and relief, finally home, and when he tried to deepen it you pulled away. “I drew you a bath, so everything should be ready by the time you’re out.”

Not lingering on the interrupted kiss, he pressed another to your forehead and cooed: “Did I tell you I love you?”

He did this morning, under the covers, over breakfast, at the front door, on the phone — and before, and after, and sempiternally. Even then, you answered: “Not enough,” and you weren’t lying.

“I must’ve been a bodhisattva in my last life to deserve you.” Tightening his grip, he twirled you aloft and lowered you on the very tip of your toes so you couldn’t stand without anchoring yourself to him.

“All right, oh enlightened one.” You kissed him a final time before tearing him off. “Get your stinky uniform in the wash and your ass in the bath. You’re tracking blood everywhere.”

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[caizen]

shame on you | geto s. | fluff

reblogs appreciated lots <3

geto suguru isn't one to be bothered easily by little habits that other people deem as annoying, but seeing you peeling at the dry skin of your lips has him shifting in his seat.

he doesn't know how long you've been doing it today, but he's sure that it's been almost an hour that it scares him that your lips might just start bleeding after picking on it so much.

just as you're about to move onto another area on your lips, he finally gives in and calls your name to gain your attention.

"hm?" you blink, confused at the sudden intervention of your... studying. he kept telling you to focus, so what's he going to say now?

instead of talking, he shuts his lids tightly, heaving a heavy sigh while he tries not to crack into a small smile and make his blood rush up to his face. even if he tries not to, it's already done, and he looks—well, he looks adorable.

suguru always gave off a cool charm, both to you and everyone else, so to see this side of him—this side where he's acting like a shy pup—has your face heating up as well in the cold library.

there was no making up excuses for your faces when the air conditioner is literally just right above you two because the weather's too hot outside and you two are in need of cooling off.

gladly enough, neither of you are in need of explaining, understanding each other's situations without words. there was no blaming each other too since you two were just the same anyway.

still looking away, he reaches out his open hand to you, cherry flavored chapstick placed on it. "quit peeling at your lips."

suguru is a gentleman—he's the embodiment of chivalry. he treated everyone equally, no special treatment towards anyone—you suppose—but you don't think he's offered anyone a chapstick before.

(and he does treat you different. what kind of idiot would get his socks wet, clothes and entirety of his existence soaked in the rain just to return that pen you liked a lot and let him borrow?)

this was another small act of kindness. nothing more, nothing less, you think because getting the wrong assumptions was just going to hurt you.

"oh, you, you don't have to," you mutter, leaning back slightly because only then do you realize how close you're sitting to each other when you get a whiff of the cool mint in his clothes. "i'll stop if it's annoying. sorry, sorry."

he really is annoyed.

he finally faces you, face a shade of pink, clicks his tongue and takes off the cap.

at this point, suguru must have lost all self-restraint and sanity when he leans in a little too close.

(not a little too close for your comfort or his, because heaven knows how much you've wanted to hold each other close. you two are just—maybe a tad bit stupid and oblivious is all.)

((heaven, being shoko ieri. bless her for putting up with such (((lovesick))) fools that call her at night just to cry or scream about how the other looked wonderful that day when they're literally wearing the same clothes as yesterday, or giggle or smile endlessly because they're thinking of how the other noticed the little changes in them.))

(if anything, suguru has always been aware of his actions and feelings, so perhaps love really does change a person.)

you're locked in your place, though it's not as if you could move anyway. lean over and you'll be having your lips on his, lean back and you're falling off the chair you're in.

(the former didn't seem so bad now—shut up.)

suguru really has lost his sanity.

his breath adds even more warmth to your face. his hands are cold against your cheeks, and you're silently hoping that they're cold enough to be numb and not feel the heat in your face even though it's painfully obvious.

he swipes the chapstick slowly against your lips, trying not to make a mistake like how he's trying not to kiss you right then and there.

too bad he's lost all his self-restraint earlier though.

(it's probably just the chapstick, but your lips are sweet, suguru thinks.)

bonus; first kiss

("you..." your words trail off, and it hits him that this isn't a dream at all.

with wide eyes, an apology slips and stutters out of his lips while he's still trying to process what he's just done. all he knows—thinks—he should do is apologize.

there was no countering his apology and saying that you forgive him, because what was the point of it if you—if you—if you ((shamelessly)) liked it anyway?

"that was... my first kiss."

"...sorry."

"no! no- no, i'm glad it was you."

little do you know, ((he's glad)) his first kiss was you too.)

a/n: suguru giv me a kiss challenge i am touch and love starved thanks

also change my mind suguru becomes a little child when it comes to love bc i do too he's such a cutie i despise and loathe and abhor and detest him what a simp disgusting i vomit

[starlightgoth-deactivated202202]

Can I just get simple fluff of nanami x fem reader?

She a foreigner to Japan and she’s new to his office job and she bakes for the coworkers and he starts liking her

Thank u!

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 787

Warnings: None

Note: This is my first ever request! Thank you so much, I hope you enjoy my first attempt at fluff.

Nothing had prepared you for the hustle and bustle of Tokyo, curious individuals going about their daily lives, the stark difference between your old, country life was exponential. There you were, scurrying along like the rest, asking for directions with your subpar Japanese. You refused to be late on your first day of work, yet managed to sleep in after making baked goods for your new co-workers.

After what felt like hours, you were finally pointed in the right direction, now running in your kitten heels that had been scuffed during your unintentional adventure, you arrived at your destination. An office job that seemed to pay well was your best bet, given you had only moved to the Asian continent a few weeks prior.

You stood behind the closed door for a minute, bag hanging from your shoulder whilst twiddling your thumbs before inhaling a deep breath before stepping inside. As the doors of your new life swung open, you passively judged your working environment. The office was big and busy, somehow you felt this hasty lifestyle was the way in Japan, something you would have to get used to if you wanted to remain.

A bulky fellow, who you assumed to be the boss, made his way over to you, looking you up and down as if to judge your attire. He gave you an enthusiastic thumbs up and with widened eyes, you bow your head.

'This is Y/N. She will be starting new today, so, everyone please give her a warm welcome and show her the ropes.'

With smiles of encouragement, he turned his head.

'Do your best! You will be working alongside my colleague, Nanami, who by now has been with the company for a long while, I'm sure if you have any questions he will help you. Good luck, y/n.'

You flashed your new boss an elated smile and walked straight over to your colleague, placing your bag down on your new desk. The first thing he noticed...was that you smelt of cinnamon rolls. Your scent reminded him of the lovely bakery he attends during his lunch-hour, something he cherishes. He hadn't realised you spoke to him until you uttered his name thrice.

'Nanami-san? Could you show me the software we will be using?'

'Her Japanese is a little off...a foreigner?'

'Its this one. Sometimes we change depending on what we're doing, but for now, you will be working with this.'

'Gotcha!'

Your small fingers commenced their clicking. Though, unbeknownst to you, a pair of viridian iris' spent more time peering at you than their computer screen. Nanami was utterly fascinated. A woman, who came from an unknown land was trying her best at a job like this. Yet he, who has vastly different ideals when it comes to work ethic, can not help but steal glances at this woman. He could already tell how different they were. Perhaps it was the scent that held such fondness? Or the way she nibbled her lower lip when typing the wrong characters. Whatever it was, it made his dull heart tingle ever so slightly, like the flapping of a small butterflies wings after breaching the confines of its cocoon.

'Did you stop by the bakery across the street before work?'

Those fingers that had been typing none-stop finally came to a halt, wide eyes peering back at this handsome man, who seemed to be able to smell the remnants from last night on you. Your cheeks flushed to a near-vermillion shade before providing your response. Though, your blushing did not go unnoticed, and if one were to squint, they would notice the slight pink hue upon Nanami's pale skin.

'N-no! Well, I stayed up late last night baking for-!'

Quickly, your hands fumble the insides of your bag, reaching for the box of baked cinnamon rolls before holding them out, head bowing.

'For my new co-workers! I hope we get along. I had almost forgotten about them, thats...probably where the smell was coming from. I baked these myself as a greeting, but forgot to hand them out anyway until the day is almost over. Gah-. Such a damn clutz...'

Nanami's deft hands came forth, picking up one of the sweet treats before taking it into his mouth. The perfect taste and texture, blessing his taste buds.

'They may be late, but they're delightful. I, too, look forward to working alongside you, Y/N.'

Perhaps Nanami Kento had found a small light, something to hold onto when the memories of his dark past surface, a baker-girl named Y/N, who made the sweetest cinnamon buns he had ever tasted.

'I know this bakery, how about we head down there after work?'

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I hope this is what you had in mind, I am a little nervous to post this since it is my first fluff, but hey, no one ever got anywhere whilst caving in to their nerves! Thank you again for your request.

[st4rbwrry]

sunshine ━ itachi.

itachi has a wet dream about you, and luckily you’re right next to him to reenact a version of it.

↯ WORDS: 2400

↯ WARNINGS: nsfw, 18+, lazy sex, sub/dom, kinda vanilla bc we all know itachi has that sweetie pie side of him, drunken rambles, sideway missionary, oral, hair pulling, language

↯ A/N: I know I’m supposed to follow my list of many other characters right now but, itachi is my SOUL and I just had to write this really quick lmao.

   ╰ Calm. The morning had been nothing but a serene warmth of sun beaming on your face shining through the window above your bed and the heat from Itachi’s chest your cheek currently rested on. 

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[welkinsky]

Omg I loved your Kakashi hcs!! 😍 Pllssss I need more of them ❤️

Kakashi X Reader | Mornings With Kakashi

Of course! Thank you so much for that! I really appreciate the asks *heart eyes*

Masterlist

Kakashi is a morning bird okay? He always gets up early to visit the graves of his loved ones. Before you two started living together he used to spend a bit more time there, at least till the sun is fully up. But now he gets back on time before you wake up to do the preparations.

He loves cooking for you, okay? He loves to have someone to spoil. So don't feel guilty if he cooks for you every morning. He also observes what type of food you like to make sure that he is keeping you happy while he's cooking.

When he knows he won't be around to have lunch with you in your office, he packs the lunch for you too, to make sure that you don't skip your meals.

He doesn't like waking you up because you look too much at peace but you have work *also he is missing you already* So he first leans next to you in bed and just admires you for a solid minute before running his fingers through your hair. This is him trying to avoid you waking up suddenly because then you get a headache the entire day. And this is the last thing he wants to do.

If you don't wake up by that, then he kisses your cheek or forehead or your palm. If you squirm a bit then he smiles and continues but if you don't then he calls you your name as silently and gently as he could while still running his hands to your hair.

As you open your eyes and smile, his heart already melts and he feels bad for waking you up because he knows that you work hard but you have work and he doesn't want you to hurry while getting ready.

He doesn't have the mask on until this point in time so it is basically a cuddling and soft kissing session for the next 5 mins if you ask for more time to sleep.

When you finally wake up and get out of bed he hugs you from behind and with baby steps you two make it to the table.

THIS GUY! He literally snatches the coffee that you directly reach out for and gives you a glass of water. YES, you have your own nutritionist in him.

Then if you still feeling sleepy, you usually sit on his lap and you two have breakfast with you on his lap and he holding a newspaper for you two.

You two don't get a lot of time together but you try to make the daily mundane tasks special. Like you tie his hand band and adjust it for him and helps with putting on your shirt, simple things you know. And let's not forget both you are stealing kisses in between too.

If he has time then he drops you literally to the gate of your office every morning and gives you a strong hug with a "see you at lunch"

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may I ask for an itachi modern au scenario where his foreigner girlfriend comes to visit him in Japan??

Hello there Anon! I’ve never done a modern AU before! It was fun, I’m still dusting of my full scenario skills so I hope this is to your liking!  ~Admin Little Lace 🎀

Today is the day, the thought repeated in his head. It had been the only thought in his head since that morning. She’d be proud, his head wasn’t so bogged down with thoughts. Thoughts of numbers and figures, consideration of business deals, the planning of his schedule and so many other trivial things wasted away.

“You think too much Itachi,” He could hear her voice saying, as she had many times. So light and happy. But the giggling ton had always been through a screen or an ear piece. Today that would change. Because today, the girl he had given his heart to would be there with him. Sharing the same space for the first time in a long time. Today was the day his girlfriend was to visit him.

They had met when he had taken part in the Foreign Exchange Program his 3rd year. Her family had graciously agreed to host him. The small family of three were altogether very nice. Her parents were warm and inviting, a stark contrast from the formality of his family. When the program liaison had told him his host family had a daughter a little older than Sasuke, he had expected something like the strange blushing girls in his class. Girls that whispered and simpered whenever he was around.

To his surprise, she was smiling brightly and (with the poorest of Japanese) introduced herself. Not wanting to kill her enthusiasm he smiled back introducing himself. She was the very sun itself. Never without a smile or kind word, the girl show him around the high school they attended.

“I’ll show you where all the cool kids hang out.” She had said, her weird phrases always making him smile. There was never a dull moment when he was with her. And although he wasn’t sure that this was what her “cool kids” did, she had taught him to play darts. The Uchiha couldn’t help but laugh at the pouty face she made when she discovered how good he was. In return, he helped her with her Japanese. Long hours were spent on instructing her on characters and enjoying her clumsy handwriting and laughter. Her loved her laugh.

Her laugher was one of the few things that could break him away from his thoughts. It seemed like she was always laughing, while they studied, when they ate, while they walked to and from school. The girl was just so happy. The light and easy air, a far cry from the rigidity of his home life. He once asked her why she was so cheerful.

“Because I’m with you, silly.” It was so simple and answer but his heart gave a strange beat. The arrhythmia only worsened the more time he spent with her. His feelings hadn’t made sense until she was crying at the airport. He watched longingly as she wiped away tears, laughing at how silly she was being. In a move, bold for him, he wiped away a tear and smiled to her.

“I’ll miss you too,” he spoke, his words bringing a blush to her cheeks, “Please laugh while I’m gone.”

“Flight J492 Luggage has been moved to carousal 3,” the electronic announcer informed, breaking the dark haired man out of his thoughts. Standing from his seat, he made his way to the end carousal. His dark eyes searching for her. Amidst the groups of family reunions, tired business men, and flight attendants moving to their next destination, he didn’t see her. She had messaged him last night saying she had gotten on to her connecting flight safety and she would see him that morning. Perhaps she hadn’t disembarked yet?

A vibration went off in his pocket drawing him to his phone. Half expecting her, he shouldn’t have been surprised to see Shisui’s number with a message.

Say hi to your ‘girlfriend’ for me.

His best friend had known about the girl since the beginning. He had been there when their letters turned to emails. As the occasional email became daily text messages. But still hadn’t fully believed as they shared phone calls and video chats. Itachi, at first, understood the man’s ignorance. His ‘Host Sister’ had become a fixture in his life. It had seem like she had always been there. Someone the older Uchiha would ask about if he remembered his junior had a host family. All throughout his years in university and the start of hers, they had spoken merely as friends, close friends. Inquiring about school life, checking on each other’s families’. Merely topics of regular conversation until one night.

“I love you,” she blurted out as he went to explain her physics assignment. Neither spoke, not entirely sure the other had heard them right. Her eyes filling with tears as she broke first, looking away from the web cam. “Itachi, I’m so-”

“I love you too,”

The change had been easy, natural even. They had been friends at such a distance before, the distance as lovers didn’t seem to bother. It was difficult to be sure, being separated from the one you loved always was. But the late night/earlier morning calls made the days apart easier. Seeing her face before he left for work and then again before he fell asleep sought to quell any brewing anxiety and strengthened the budding romance. Soon her picture had made it’s way on to his desk, a sign to the twittering office girls the fight had been lost. The picture had also drawn the attention of his friend.

“Who is that?” Shisui stopped looking at the framed photograph.

“My girlfriend,” the incredulous look from his friend and co worker should have been concerning.

“No way!” Somehow, though the Uchiha could not figure out how, ‘host sister’ made more sense to him than girlfriend. As if it was too much of a stretch for him to be romantically engaged with in his words “A girl as hot as this”.

I will

he typed closing the app, the action bringing him his background, a photo of her. It had been taken a day again, she standing by her bags ready to go. Her form wrapped up in a jacket he had left all those years ago. Her smile dazzling as he remembered with the caption: Japan or Bust, across the bottom.

A shrill tone sounded as carousal 3 began to turn, bags falling on to the conveyor. His heart began to speed up a littler. Today was the day. All the plans they had made these past years were going to come to pass.

“We can go to the Ghibli Museum!” She squealed pulling a guide book into frame. The thick tome busting at the seams with colorful post it notes. “They have a Cat Bus you can board!” Her excitement contagious even through his laptop.

“Is that all you want to do?” his question met with a torrent of Pokemon theme places, studio city tours and anime themed attractions. After her excitement filled rambling about places he hadn’t even known existed, she stopped suddenly looking toward the camera, is if he had really been in her bedroom with her. Her abrupt silent worrying. “What’s wrong?”

“I think just seeing you is all I want to do,” she answered pensively, her signature giggle following. “Yes! Being with Itachi is definitely the only thing I want to do!” She had always sounded so sure. Even through all the set backs, being with him was the thought that had pushed her along. The thought of being with her encouraged him too, helping him believe one day she would be there with him. Today was the day the thought repeated again.

Swiftly, Itachi moved through the crowd, on the hunt for his love. Through his question of whether or not he should have made a sign something caught his eye. A familiar red and white fan. Following the glimpse he was looking at a jacket. One he was sure was long since lost to him. Standing to the side fo the luggage carousal, the article of clothing was drowning a smaller frame of a girl. He smiled as she lugged her brightly colored suitcase off the conveyor belt. Stealthily, he walked behind her, she taking no notice of her lover as she looked over her case.

His heart gave an off beat being so close to her once more. She had grown a little taller, and her hair was a bit different. But she was still the same girl who bowed to him saying it was ‘meet to nice’ him. Not one to let nerves get the best of him, he tapped her opposite shoulder. As she had always done, she looked in that direction. Finding no one she started a complete 360 before being stopped by his two fingers on her forehead. Her surprised face blooming into the most lovely smile. He had expected her to squeal, he had expected her to jump on him, he had expected so many other things. What he hadn’t anticipated was tears. Her eyes widened, tears falling.

“Hi,” she said softly.

“Hello again,” he returned copying her manner. Easily his arms found themselves around her, pulling her close. They had never been very physical when they were young, a hand touch here, a forehead tap there. But to embrace her like this, it was magical. As she returned his embrace, he could for the first time feel her giggle as she laughed. Itachi felt complete.

Placing a kiss to her forehead, he looked to his girlfriend. If it hadn’t been for the commotion of travelers around them he would have thought this was a dream. Picking up her suitcase he offered her his arm. “Come on,” he said, watching her eyes light up as she linked her arm with his. “I’ll take you to breakfast,” he took her squeal as an agreement. As they made their way to his car, the discussed her flight. True to form she was more interested in talking about what she had dubbed ‘Their Adventure’.

As she gushed about cat cafes and ‘finally riding cat bus’, he smiled. Itachi hadn’t had the heart to tell her that only children could board the pseudo-feline. Yet he hoped the the square box in his pocket would make up for it. That she would agree to their next adventure.

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Could you do Akatsuki in college headcanons, like an AU?

Kisame

He’s one of those not so sneaky bastards who brings an empty milk gallon into the dining hall and fills it up again, which is annoying because it takes LITERAL YEARS for that thing to fill and everyone just pissed because he blocks the chocolate almond milk, which is the true treasure of the shitty dining hall.

Lives in joggers- does not jog, but lives in joggers. 

Gym rat. 100%. He skips like 75% of his classes to be at the gym. Gotta use that membership for the 4 years he’s got it. 

Konan 

She’s the one girl RA who got stuck with an all boys hall, and she thinks about quitting every day. She’ll never bust for alcohol or weed though- useless you were a piece of shit that week, then you ’re getting written up and she’s taking the goods.

She’s basically done with a design degree with an art minor, but it is the most low key thing. She never really talks about it, and you wouldn’t even know she’s into all that unless you opened up her laptop and saw the countless pieces she’s created.

Girl knows how to dress when she’s going out. Watch out y’all.   

Kakuzu

He sells fake IDs and alcohol to the freshman, but upcharges them 2 to 3x more than the original price. 

Has never gone to an actual class. He only shows up to exams and almost always gets As on them- doesn’t make him an A student though- damn those participation points. 

Wherever anyone says “I know a guy,” Kakuzu is that guy. Kinda mysterious, Kinda dark, Kinda a bad idea, but it’s fine I guess? We all know that one guy in college, right?

Itachi

 He’s the TA that every girl has the hots for, and he’s 100% oblivious to it. Get’s emails from them at 3 in the morning asking if he could meet up to help them some time, and it clearly has ulterior motives, but he’s like, “why the hell are they awake at 3am? There’s not even an exam this week?” 

Occasionally goes out with Shisui to parties/bars, never with the intention of drinking more than 1 or 2 drinks, but somehow always ends up completely wasted and sleeping on Shisui’s couch. 

Always has a thermos and ibuprofen? He’ll leave his phone and laptop home, but he needs those two things to get through the day? 

Deidara

HAHA, he’s a wreck. He’s on Konan’s floor and is 100% convinced that she’s out to get him and his alcohol. Jesus fuck, Konan, just let him have his shitty vodka. 

SKKKKKIIIPS GEN EDS. pssst. Who needs composition or sociology, not him. He gives no shits about these classes and does the bare minimum to get through them. Despite this, he’s actually super gifted in chemistry as well as art? Like, took Ochem as a freshman and got a 99%- only lost that 1%, because his hexagon drawings were messy as hell. 

Lol he has a Twitter and it’s probably one of the most followed Twitters on the whole campus. Calls out bullshit 24/7, and people love it. 

Pein

 Business grad student with a philosophy background, which loosely translates that he somehow knows how the world works, but also no idea what is going on. 

Lives in a single bedroom apartment in the nicer part of town, because he can’t stand the undergrads and all the antics and chaos they cause. 

Hidan

 He’s one of those people that stand in the campus square and preaches, but not like the old guys who try to give you mini bibles, but the weird middle-age men who scream at the top of their lungs that you’re going to die if you don’t accept their god. 

Goes to class, but is that annoying kid who curses at the professor and adds unnecessary comments.  

Probably drops out after his sophomore year to be a missionary bc college is dumb. 

Sasori

 The sole grad student in the university’s toxicology department, which is good, because he’s a terrible partner and would probably scare any other students out. 

Does not deal with criticism well. He’ll get criticism, and will straight up be like, “Well you obviously can’t rationalize properly, so I’m going to ignore you.” (lol who let this shit into grad school?)

LOL he had to TA Deidara’s Advanced Ochem lab, and they butted heads so much. Sasori wanted to fail him so badly, because he was just a piece of shit and was terrible at cleaning the equipment, but Deidara always had the highest marks, so if Sasori failed him, he’d have to fail the whole class- He did think about this, but decided against it because the department chair would take away his lab funding if he did.  

Zetsu

He’s the mini cactus that every stereotypical college girl has.