hi!! I love your writing :). I wanted to request an angst to fluff scenario where reader likes the boy and confesses to him but he turns her down, but then he later regrets it and comes back?? and they live happily ever after??? i don’t really have any specific preferences other than that but im such a sucker for rejecting and regretting/she falls first he falls harder scenarios!! im using her/she to refer to the reader rn but i dont have any preference, just not sure how else to write it haha id love if you could include suo, togame, and umemiya but totally up to you :).
hey so thanks sm for your request! i loved writing this and with these boys, tho umemiya's does end on a pretty angsty note with how i was initially drafting it. i hope thats okay ♡
confessions, rejections, and regrets
⸻ °♡⃘ . you confess to the boy you liked, only to be rejected. or so you think, as, unbeknownst to you, the next time, it would be him begging for your heart
⸝⸝ 𑅛𑅫 Suo Hayato
Tears. All you could feel dripping from your face and down your cheeks was the salty aftermath of your own tears. And standing before you, the boy who had just rejected you.
"I'm sorry, I just don't see you in that light," Suo, with his hands firmly placed in front of the other, repeated, further breaking your heart into a million pieces.
Pitifully, you laughed—but little humour was found in the dreary quiet of your heart. "I know," you whispered, choking down the ache that was your confession to the person you'd grown to admire and love.
The pain lingered with every thought—that Suo was simply just too good for you, but so did your respect for him. Even if you tried your hardest to do so, you just couldn't find it in yourself to dislike him.
Suo had always been kind, even as he rejected you.
That was part of why you liked him so much in the first place. Even if it hurt, you couldn't blame him for having such feelings about you that just weren't the same. You couldn't continue to be selfish.
"I know. Just, thank you, for hearing me out," you said, your voice becoming surprisingly steady, slowly accepting what you heard. "That's just the kind of person you are."
And then you walked away. You refused to let him see the fresh tears welling up in your eyes. You respected his choice. If he didn't reciprocate your feelings, you couldn't force it. It had to be mutual—or nothing at all.
Days turned into weeks, and though you still felt the ache of his rejection, like with most things, you had to move on and push forward. You treated Suo the same way you treated everyone else. Although, you couldn't deny that it was rather awkward after Suo saw you well up with tears dripping down your face like a waterfall. And it didn't help that you both were friends with the Furin first years, like Kiryu and Nirei, whom you were very close to.
So, time and time again, you would avoid Suo like the plague; all the while, he seemed to watch from afar, unsure of how to bridge the gap. You were always respectful, never bitter, never clinging. It was difficult, but you refused to let your emotions tarnish your friendship or make things awkward.
Suo, however, found himself unable to stay away. He'd initially assumed your feelings for him were just surface-level, a kind of shallow attraction to his looks, but that couldn't have been further from the truth. He only realized this when he peeled back the layers of who you were—a kind, genuine individual so far removed from the superficial affection he had imagined. And as time passed, he began to notice more—the way you treated everyone around you with the same kindness and consideration.
But over time, Suo would see you purposely trying to hide from him, all the while pretending everything was okay and nothing changed. It was saddening, in a way, how your laughter grew quieter, your gaze avoiding his, and the fun and games you two once shared together seemed to slip through his fingers like grains of sand.
But you couldn't hide from Suo forever.
"He just doesn't like me, Nirei.”
Taking a walk around the neighbourhood that evening, following his typical routine, Suo had unknowingly overheard you talking to Nirei. And unlike his straightforward character, he continued to hide behind the wall and listen, his heart aching with every word he caught from your lips.
"It’s not that I don’t care…" you said softly to Nirei, who had asked about what had happened between you and Suo. "He rejected me, and I have to respect that. You can't have a relationship if both sides don't feel the same."
"I see... B-But do you still like him?" Nirei finally asked, twiddling his own thumbs.
You hesitated for a moment before answering, "I do."
That conversation was what really hit him hard. That you still liked him. That maybe... he wasn't too late to come around.
"Nirei, not knowing what to say to a person who seemingly still had feelings for one of his closest friends, winced, "He'll... he'll come around," not necessarily finding the right words, but you didn't appear to mind it. Rather, you were too distracted with your own feelings.
And Suo, hidden from view, felt his chest tighten. He wasn't sure why he'd been hiding in the first place, but suddenly, he couldn't bear to listen any longer. He shouldn't even be here, listening to your conversation and very obviously intruding on your privacy.
But just before he could slip away, though, very conveniently, Sakura popped out from behind the corner. "The hell are you doing back here?" loud enough for both you and Nirei to hear and turn your heads to meet the noise—and Suo, right before your very eyes.
Your eyes went wide in shock as you spotted Suo standing right there, seemingly who had heard everything.
"S-Suo, what are you—"
Back-and-forth looks were exchanged, and so too was the silence. Nirei and Sakura gave brief, knowing glances, and with a single look, Nirei left you two alone, much to your dismay and humiliation.
You stood frozen, your mind racing with a thousand thoughts, none of which managed to form coherent words to say to the boy who had basically just heard you confess your feelings to him once again. Nervous and fidgeting, you finally let out a sigh. "Hayat– Suo, I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I promise that I'm not going to bother you anymore. I really—"
But your words and apologies were left on deaf ears—cut off mid-sentence before Suo suddenly reached for you, his hand gently pulling you toward him. Before you could even process what was happening, you found yourself wrapped in his arms, your head resting against his chest.
"I was wrong."
"…H-Huh?"
"I was so, so wrong," he muttered, grasping at the edge of your sleeve even tighter than just a second ago. "I thought you only liked me for shallow reasons, but... I've realized that I like you too. More than I ever let myself admit. And I apologize for making you wait."
You blinked, your brain going haywire, trying to comprehend every word that left his lips, but Suo only held you tighter, his chin resting on the top of your head. When you didn't answer, he went on—whether that was for your or his own reassurance that you wouldn't be the one rejecting him this time was unclear.
"I'm sorry it took me so long to see it, but I don't want to let this go," he murmured. "I don't want to lose you." He regretted every moment of him rejecting you since that day. And if you were to be the one rejecting him this time…
Your breath hitched at the base of your throat, disbelief seeping into your every thought. Was he serious…? The boy who had rejected you, who had caused you so much heartache, was now confessing to the very feelings you had once longed to hear.
'You make it so unfair…' you muttered.
Part of you wanted to reject him, to make him feel how you felt after he rejected you. But deep down, you knew you couldn't find it in yourself to throw away this chance. And neither could Suo.
"I… I still like you, too."
Your voice was hardly audible, but Suo heard it loud and clear. He pulled away just enough to meet your eyes, his expression soft and vulnerable. "Then let's start over."
Your lips trembled into a small smile. "Alright."
Suo leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, until Suo suddenly grabbed your hand, making you jump slightly. "Come on," he said, tugging you gently. "Let's go grab something to eat. I know of a good spot that just opened that serves your favourite food."
"W-Wait, Hayato, I thought you were on a diet?" you stammered, completely caught off guard by his change in behaviour. He had always been strict about his routine—always so disciplined, so focused. But now, he seemed different. Lighter, somehow. But that was Suo for you.
He smiled, softer this time, his eyes lovingly meeting yours. "I can't miss this opportunity to spend time with a special someone. You can't keep avoiding me forever," making your face flush crimson as his words sunk in.
⸝⸝ 𑅛𑅫 Togame Jo
Shit… he shouldn't have said that.
Togame's words had slipped out before he could stop them, and the second he did, he knew he had fucked up. He cursed from under his breath, his hands already reaching out toward you as your face crumpled with hurt.
You stood there, staring at him—processing every snide word that left Togame's mouth—your chest rising and falling as if you were struggling even to breathe. He didn't mean it. He knew he didn't mean it, and he was pretty sure you knew that, too. But the damage was done, and he could see it in your eyes, the way he could see the shimmering of unshed tears ready to drip down your flushed cheeks..
"I'm sorry," Togame said immediately, his voice softening as he pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you like a protective barrier. He could feel you stiffen in his hold, your hands pushing weakly against his chest, but he wasn't about to let go, not on that horrible note.
"Let go, Jo," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "You made your decision. You've... I've already said enough."
But Togame wasn't listening. Not with what he just had done and said that only left him with regrets. He couldn't take it anymore. Not the sadness in your voice, not the way you tried to pull away from him like he was a stranger. No, he wasn't letting you walk away like this, not after everything you had shared. And certainly not after everything he just spat at you.
"I didn't mean it, okay?" His words were rushed, almost desperate. Togame's grip on you only tightened with time, refusing to let go even an inch. "I was stupid. I-I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was saying, but I promise you, I'll fix this. I can't stand seeing you like this."
Your heart hurt at his words. You were utterly torn between wanting to believe him and protecting yourself from further hurt. After all, he had already said plenty… "You don't get just to say something like that and then take it back, Jo. It doesn't work like that..."
Togame's breath hitched as your words sliced the air and, in turn, his heart. His mind and body froze
That wasn't it. Not at all. He liked you. He loved you.
His rejection was but a projection of his own insecurities—that he wouldn’t be the right person for you.
But never did he think that he too didn’t want anyone else in your life, that it made his heart ache just thinking about it, the idea of someone else seeing your smile, hearing your laugh and holding the piece of your heart he so desperately longed for—that he previously had thrown away.
He hated himself for it—hated that he’d let his fears dictate his actions, that he’d hurt the one person who made his world feel less empty.
But he couldn’t let this end here. Not like this.
"I know. But— fuck…" he said quietly, his voice breaking, cracking into incomprehensible pieces of a heartbroken sentence. His shoulders trembled as he finally loosened his rough grip on you. Although his hands still rested hesitantly on your shoulders. “I know I can’t undo what I said, but I need you to know... I was wrong. I’m so damn wrong, and I’m so sorry.”
Scrunching your face, you shook your head, gaze fixed on the ground as you tried to will away the tears that had long streamed down your face. “Why, Jo?”
Why. A simple explanation as to his stupid, idiotic, impulsive mistake was all that you wanted from him.
His heart clenched at your words. Pure guilt tore him apart. He wished he could go back and rewind time to the moment before his insecurities took over. But he couldn’t. All he had now was this moment to make things right.
“Because I’m a coward!”
His confession all tumbled out in a rush, unfiltered. “I’m a fucking coward.” Every word was a weight being lifted from his chest, all in hopes that you might understand might hear him out, even if it wouldn’t completely change things. “I thought... I thought you deserved someone better. Someone who wouldn’t screw things up like I always do. Someone who could make you happy without dragging you into all my mess.”
Your eyes flickered up to meet his, for once, the honesty in his voice catching you heavily off guard. He appeared to be so unusually vulnerable, completely stripped of the bravado he usually wore like armour on his fists.
“But I can’t stop thinking about you,” he continued, his hands sliding down your arms as if needing a sense of reassurance that you were still with him and by his side and not a figment of his imagination. Hesitant but hopeful. “Every time I tried to push you away, it just made me want you more. And I was a complete idiot for thinking I could ever be okay without you.”
“Togame...”
“And I get it if you hate me for this,” he interrupted, all the words tumbling out of his mouth before he lost his nerve. “But I need you to know... I’m not asking for a second chanc—” he paused his sentence, before he could lose his resolve completely. “I love you. I’ve loved you all along, even when I was too scared to admit it.”
Your chest tightened. You oh-so-wanted to stay angry, to hold onto the pain, but his confession was undoing every wall you had tried to build.
“I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. Just... don't walk away from me. Please. Not like this."
“.....”
“...Do you mean that?”
Your voice was hardly audible as you looked up at him.
“More than anything.”
Togame cupped your smaller face in his callous hands, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped down your cheek, kissing the pain away. “I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you if that’s what it takes.”
For the slightest moment, neither of you spoke. You could hardly hear a thing other than the sound of your breathing and the beat of his heart pressed tightly against yours. You felt his arms around you, warm and safe, and despite everything, a part of you wanted to stay right there, to believe that things could be okay.
Then, slowly, you nodded, the smallest of smiles breaking through your tears. “I hate that you’re so good at making me believe you,” you said softly, for the first time all day, a small laugh escaped your lips. And it was heavenly. It was what he loved so much about you.
Togame’s lips quirked up in a tentative grimace. “Does that mean… I get another shot?”
“Don’t make me regret it,” you murmured, but your voice was warm, filled with the hope that maybe—just maybe—this time things could be different. "I'm not going anywhere," you finally said. "But you have to mean it this time, Jo."
He nodded, his forehead resting against yours. "I do. I promise."
So, just like that, you let it go. Slowly, you relaxed in his arms, letting the weight of your sadness slip away, if only for a moment. Togame didn't let go, and neither did you.
And in that moment, wrapped in his arms, you allowed yourself to believe him. For now, that was enough.
⸝⸝ 𑅛𑅫 Umemiya Hajime
"But we can still be friends!" Umemiya's voice rang out, almost too cheerful for the conversation you'd just had. He flashed you that familiar smile, oblivious to how his words felt like a punch to your chest.
"Oh! There's actually an event at Furin soon. I know you like a good barbecue. You should join us! It'll be fun!"
You stared at him, nonblinking, and for a brief second, you couldn't believe he was serious. How could he be so, casual? He must be playing you, right...? But no, that was just how Umemiya was, as you've found him for years.
You had just poured your entire heart into him, and in return, he offered you friendship—a friendship that you already had with him for years—as if it were a consolation prize.
But your heart ached so much, desperate for any kind of connection to him, that even the slightest bit of attention, however hollow, felt like a lifeline. So you nodded, forcing a polite smile across your face. "Yeah... sure, I'll come."
And just like that, you became that of a shadow, a close friend who laughed at his jokes, stayed by his side when he needed someone, and cheered for him during the times when you both would play video games. You were nothing more than a mere member of his Furin family. All the times you would talk and laugh together with them were great, and even the occasional late-night hangouts. But it wasn't enough. It was never fully enough.
Staying close to Umemyia only made you want him more, and that fact haunted you. Being so close to him yet knowing you couldn't have him the way you wanted was agony. The more time you spent around him, the more you craved his attention, but not as a friend, no, but as something more. It gnawed at you, that longing, and with each passing day, it became harder and harder to pretend.
It wasn't just unfair to you—it was unfair to him, too. He deserved someone who wouldn't secretly hope for something more, who wouldn't keep pushing the boundary between friendship and something deeper. You knew this arrangement couldn't go on, not without tearing you apart.
So, one night, after finally gathering the courage, you decided to put an end to it. But unbeknownst to you, Umemiya wasn't doing any better either.
Before, he never considered you more than a friend—someone who'd been there through all the ups and downs, always supportive, always kind, always you.
He never questioned the ease with which he could talk to you or the way your laughter seemed to brighten the atmosphere of any room you were in.
So when you finally confessed to him that very day—that your feelings toward him were more than what he thought—he hadn't thought much of it beyond friendship. He didn't think it was deeper than that… not until after he turned you down.
At first, Umemiya was convinced it was the right thing to do. He told himself he didn't feel the same way. But as the days passed, those same thoughts weighed differently on him. The way you still smiled at him, still treated him the same even after his rejection—it gnawed at him.
He started seeing the little things he hadn't noticed before. The way you always knew exactly what to say to cheer him up after a bad day, the way your eyes lingered on him for just a second too long, the way your laugh sounded like it was just for him.
And suddenly, it wasn't just about friendship anymore.
At night, alone with his thoughts, he realized he had been wrong. So, so wrong. The feelings he'd dismissed as just a fleeting affection had grown—almost insidiously—into something he couldn't ignore. It became a constant. An ache of longing to be near you, but this time, not just as a friend, but as someone who could hold you, kiss you, call you his own.
So when you suddenly asked for him to, and you meet up together alone after the barbeque, Umemiya's heart jumped in his chest. This was it. This was his chance to fix everything and correct his mistake, to tell you the truth, to apologize for being so dense. He was ignorant, blatant even, to one of the dearest people in the world to him.
Tonight, he was going to do it. He was going to make it up to you by apologizing and asking for forgiveness. He was excited, hopeful even, imagining the moment when he'd pour out his heart and beg for your forgiveness. You were kind, after all. You'd understand. You had to.
He could barely contain his nerves as he waited for you, replaying his apology speech over and over in his mind.
But when you arrived, something felt off. But Umemyia merely brushed it off as mere nerves. But then you spoke.
"I can't do this anymore."
Your eyes met his, and for a moment, Umemiya's heart stopped. He forced a laugh, trying to shake off the unease creeping into his chest. "What do you mean? O-Oh! If you're talking about how Sakura was acting earlier, hah, he doesn't mean it! You know how he is, just messing around."
But you didn't smile. You didn't laugh. Your expression remained serious, and it made his stomach drop. No, it couldn't be, right?
"Umemiya, I can't do this anymore," you repeated once again, your voice breaking, trembling in a way he had never heard before. "I can't just act like nothing happened anymore. I thought that I could continue being your friend. I really tried. But... it hurts too much. Please, I—"
His heart clenched. No, no, no—this wasn't right. This wasn't how tonight was supposed to go. He was supposed to apologize, to tell you how he felt, to fix things. But now, seeing you like this, so hurt, it paralyzed him.
"Don't say it."
"Hajime, please. Don't make this any harder than it has to be."
No, he couldn't let you walk away. Not like this. Not when everything had finally clicked for him. Before he could stop himself, the words spilled out, desperate and unplanned.
"—BUT I LOVE YOU!!"
And he said it.
The moment those words escaped his lips, everything seemed to freeze, and the silence that followed was unbearable. He watched you, waiting for some sign, some reaction that would let him know he wasn't too late. But your eyes... they were filled with so much pain, it made his heart ache even more.
You didn't speak right away, and the longer the silence stretched, the more regret began to claw at him. Why hadn't he seen it sooner? Why did he wait until now, when you were standing here, on the verge of walking away, to realize how much you meant to him? His own foolishness, his blindness—it was too much to bear.
"Why now?" you finally asked. Your voice was soft, barely audible, as if you were afraid of the answer he was giving. It wasn't angry, but it wasn't hopeful either. It was aching, that desperate part of you. "Why... after everything?"
Umemiya couldn’t answer. He didn't have a good reason. He just knew that he loved you now, that he couldn't imagine his life without you in it. But he also knew that might not be enough.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his hands trembling at his sides. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize... I didn't know until it was too late."
The tears in your eyes broke him. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He thought he'd be able to fix things, to make everything right, but now it felt like everything was slipping through his fingers.
And much to his horror, you shook your head slowly, stepping back, the distance between you growing—both physically and emotionally. "It's not fair, Hajime. You can't just say that now... not after everything."
For the first time in his life, Umemiya Hajime didn’t know what to say. He stood there, stunned, the words he wanted to say lodged in his throat because, deep down, he already knew.
He didn’t have the right to ask for more when he had rejected the very thing he now realized he couldn’t live without. He had turned you away, convinced it was for the best, only to understand far too late just how much he had thrown away. His indecision—his cowardice—had led to this moment. And now, it wasn’t just his heart breaking; it was yours, too.
He opened his mouth, tried to reach for you, but his arms fell back to his sides. He couldn’t keep making excuses. He couldn’t selfishly try to pull you back, not when his own fickleness had caused you so much pain.
So he let it happen. Right before his very eyes, he watched you take another step back, your face etched with a hurt he knew he had no way of easing. And when you turned, it felt as though the entire world had slipped out of his grasp.
The streets around him blurred as he stared at the spot where you had just stood, his mind and body going through the realization that he might just never get the chance to fix this.
“Wait...” he whispered hoarsely, hand unconsciously reaching forward, but the word fell into the silence, unheard and unanswered.
And with that, you were gone, leaving him behind—alone, with but the cold remnants of his mistakes.
lol i also noticed how each just gets slowly more bittersweet to straight up angsty in umemiya's
Nothing screams fluffiness more than seeing a character so utterly WHIPPED for their significant other.
Anything and everything, they are at your beck and call. They orbit around you—figuratively and literally.
You are the sun and he is your moon.
Every movement, every glance, revolves around you and you only. Whether it's the smallest request or the most impossible favour that makes even the most optimistic eyes pop wide open, he’s there—no hesitation—ready to make it happen. All for you. Everything for you. He remembers every little thing—how you like their coffee, the way your nose crinkles when you’re in a deep state of thinking, the exact words that will make you smile on even the worst of days.
He’ll cross the city in the rain without a second thought just because you too, forgot an umbrella, or stay up late perfecting a surprise that might only make you smile for a moment. Because he knew, it would all be worth it to see your face.
And when you speak to him about even the most mundane tasks, it’s as though the rest of the world fades away. The world surrounding him could be burning to the ground, but his focus never wavers from your face. Every little detail, fleeting glance, it was more than just a passing moment; it was heeding his every attention to the one whom he thought deserved it the most.
Because, to him, nothing is more important than making sure the person they love is happy, safe, and knows—without a doubt—that they are loved in return. To him, it was never just affection for the sense of affection, it was devotion in its purest form.
“I’m yours. Every part of me, whenever you need it.”
helloo, just wanted to say i like your works vv much, like, it got me in such a chokehold i remember some of your works days after i read (especially that one abt disappearing ww- i have many thoughts abt that one good ones cough-and angsty-cough but i dont wanna yap too much) yadda yadda anyways i hope you keep writing and remember to take breaks, rest a lot and drink water
STOPPP you're too sweet 😭😭 i was also in such a wind breaker chokehold it was insane how much i wrote during that time. its so cool to see how much the wind breaker fandom has grown since then
i was honestly so shocked to see the disappearing scenario to be my most popular! but im so glad that you liked it bc angsty scenarios are almost definitely my fav ones to write. luckily for me, its reading week for me so i get to actually write for the first time in a while. a lot more angsty-kind fics and scenarios will be coming soon once i edit thru all my drafts :)
⸻ °♡⃘ . WIND BREAKER BOYS AS ROMANCE TROPES (PART TWO)
pairings. togame jo, kaji ren, hiragi toma, suo hayato, sugishita kyotaro x gn. reader
part one
TOGAME JO + second chance at love
Oh boy, this is a messy one. Past traumas and experiences had scarred Togame's soul, his heart guarded by walls built from old wounds. And when you initially entered his life and captured his heart, he was hesitant, afraid of repeating the pain he had once endured. He was a coward of a man, and he knew it, but that only made it easier for him to break it off that day—from you completely. Yet, your patience and kindness slowly began to chip away at his defences.
You and Togame had a secret relationship as middle school sweethearts before breaking it off. At the time, it was mutual, one with no hard feelings. But it was a hard pill to swallow when Togame realized; you were unhappy with this relationship. You were unhappy with him. Back then, Togame didn't understand how you truly felt—that this relationship would never last—especially since his obsession with fights clouded his vision, pushing you away from him. He was devastated, but when he saw you again, with that same angelic smile that he cherished in his memory, it was all over. Just like the first day he met you, it was the same feeling all over again, and then going to rekindle your relationship years down the road.
“Jo… is that you?”
The second he heard that familiar voice, he turned around to see you standing there. You were there. Right there. Before his very eyes. Your eyes met, and it was like no time had passed at all, the memories flooding back in an instant.
You had changed, and beautifully so, inside and out. You have grown more attractive with age, but as a person, you were just as genuine and kind as when he last saw you.
Togame couldn’t help but smile—a genuine, heartfelt smile that he hadn’t worn in years. He approached you slowly, almost cautiously, as if afraid that you might vanish if he moved too quickly. But you were real, standing there with that same beautiful smile that had haunted his dreams.
“Hi, uh. It's, it’s been a while.”
“It has,” you replied, nodding your head and walking just a bit closer. “How have you been?”
“I’ve missed you,” he blurted, making your eyes slightly widen.
Seeing you again stirred an awful feeling in his chest—something in Togame that he thought he had lost forever when he saw you leave that day. The time apart had been long and lonely, but when he stood directly face to face with you, he realized that his feelings for you had never truly faded away.
He wanted to make things right, to show you that he understood now, that he could be the person you needed. And with you, he found the courage to love again, to open his heart to the possibility of happiness—and having all that with you—the person he almost lost if it weren’t for your kindness. And for that, he would pay it back tenfold. He wouldn’t let you slip away again. To make up for the lost time. Perhaps a reminder that it’s never too late to heal and find joy in life. And just like the first time, he was smitten. Togame fell in love with you a second time, and this time, he’s not letting you go so easily.
KAJI REN + enemies to lovers
Do I even need to explain this one? With how Kaji is, his stoic, brooding character, it's no wonder how he initially got into this situation with you. Particularly, slow-burn enemies to lovers. It’s a cliche, yes, but a timeless one. The typical trope of going from enemies that despise one another to slowly falling in love.
You both were each other's rival and, essentially, each other's challenge, constantly fueling the need to one-up each other, giving brooding looks from across the room. Kaji, though initially quiet to the casual passerby, can also be a loud, boisterous prick when the headphones come off and his competitive streak switches on like a light. You and Kaji could never be in the same room without arguing, making even the likes of Kusumi sweatdrop, inwardly debating if he should step in or let this so-called “shouting conversation” continue to happen organically. He chose the latter.
Unlike the tension and physical attraction out of a love-at-first-sight romance, or a mutual appreciation and friendship between "friends to lovers,” you and Kaji only come to fall in love after accepting each other's differences, flaws, and frustrations. Seeing past the rivalry, acknowledging each other's faults, and realizing they have a good side. And you two were no different from this. Amidst the clash of fiery tempers, a softer side began to bloom. Plenty a time, Kaji would mutter the same statement, “I hate you,” insisting directly to your face with utter snide that he does not like you around him, but in reality, Kaji actually just hates the fact he cares about you so much and can’t get himself to admit it.
From it all, the heated exchanges, each others withering glares, and sharp resorts, something unexpected began to grow. Well, Umemiya would beg to differ, being the first and only one who noticed it all along. After all, when Kaji was with you, everything just felt real. Natural. Organic. That he didn’t need to act when around you. Regardless, it didn’t stop the arguments that rolled in like storm clouds before a downpour.
All the tension in the world between you and Kaji, initially rooted in animosity, would slowly—and I mean slowly, transform into a different kind of intensity. Kaji has—in his eyes—only seen the bad and the ugly in you (supposably) yet can't seem to distance himself away from you. All the times you got under his skin—and the other way around—would be all he thought about. And only then did he realize that you were always on his mind.
When he’s really seen it all at this point and still can't let you go, Kaji can no longer deny it.
….
Huh?
…Were you hearing things? Kaji, the guy who never backed down from an argument, confessed to you? Was he being serious...?
“Don’t look at me like I’m some kind of alien.”
“W-WHA— Well then you stop saying weird stuff like that out of nowhere!!!”
Perhaps maybe, just maybe, love can emerge from the most unlikely of places.
HIRAGI TOMA + forbidden love
Toma Hiragi was a person whose entire life was entangled with gangs, and with that, secrets galore. He was a member of Bofurin, and one of Bofurin’s Four Heavenly Kings no less. So, needless to say, Hiragi held a reputation.
His day was always filled one way or another with the demands of the gang and his duties of being a high-ranking, respectable member of Furin, leaving him little time for personal matters. That, while thrilling in some ways, it also came with its own fair share of risks.
Being involved meant being in constant danger and having to keep an eye, not just for himself but for anyone he cared about.
Hiragi knew that revealing your relationship with him (being friends with a delinquent like him) would surely paint a target on your back, as many rival gangs harboured grudges against Furin. If they couldn’t get to Hiragi, they would surely come for you. And while your naive self didn't know, Hiragi liked you more than just a friend, and he wasn’t going to sacrifice your safety for his selfishness.
His love for you was a secret he held close to his heart—a trope of forbidden love—but it wasn't for the judgment of other people, but for him to keep far away from you. Hiragi loves you, he always has, even if it meant keeping you at arm’s length. Yet, the more you tried to resist, the stronger your feelings grew.
Toma Hiragi was the embodiment of everything you—the everyday person—were supposed to avoid. But despite the risk, Hiragi couldn't help but sneak in phone calls and hang out with you during rare moments of free time—to him, it was a sanctuary to get away from the chaos of his life and to spend time with you and you only. It was during times like these that calmed him, refreshed him. He could feel at peace, resting his head on your shoulder as you ran your fingers through his thick, dirty-blonde hair.
Hiragi constantly struggled with the guilt of potentially putting you in danger, and his fears were only amplified when, that night, he received that call. You were nearly attacked by a rival gang that night, and Hiragi’s heart nearly stopped. The second the news reached his ear, Hiragi rushed to your side, wrapping you in a tight hug, his body trembling.
“T-Toma—?”
“Oh god, you scared the shit out of me…” he whispered, his voice cracking. Fuck it. Fuck it all. He couldn’t let this charade go on.
“I can’t lose you.”
Hiragi’s life as a gangster made him believe that it was nearly impossible to maintain a relationship. Yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to let you go. It might’ve been “forbidden,” but in his heart, you were the only one who mattered. It only made it all the more intoxicating. A love that was worth every risk.
SUO HAYATO + secret admirer
He is a mysterious, enigmatic fellow. That fact is for sure. Many would assume Suo would never engage in romance or pursue a romantic partner, but they are sorely mistaken. After all, not everything directly revealed to the human eye is always the truth. But then again, no one could ever really tell what kind of twisted nonsense went on in Suo’s brain, or even that patched eye of his.
From the beginning, when Suo saw you in that cafe, drinking tea by yourself, looking out at the window, he, for better or for worse, was intrigued. Even if he wanted to focus on the task at hand, his eyes would be directed back at you. Daily after day, you would be there, and so would be. It was his favourite cafe spot (that he kept hidden from the rest at Furin, of course). Suo keeps tabs on you and watches over everyone with a careful eye, whether that be your daily routines, favourite hangout spots, or even your subtle expressions. He is always present, even when you least expect it.
For days, sometimes weeks, Suo silently observes. It takes him a while, but when Suo finally decides to approach and talk to you, he does so with a natural ease that blatantly disguises the countless hours he spent planning his every move, making that you were comfortable around him—unlike the havoc that is his chaotic so-called friends in Furin.
To you, Suo might just be a mere charismatic stranger who randomly stumbled into your life, but in reality, it's so much more than what anyone could've thought in even the most dramatic of television dramas. Suo has been around for far longer than you ever expected, protecting you from the shadows. He knows that you deserve to feel safe, and he’s willing to ensure that, no matter the cost. He’s your protector, your secret admirer, always there, always watching, and always caring, even if you don’t realize it (because you don't). Suo may be extremely charming and even perhaps a bit too direct to the eyes of many, but those who know him best are few and far between.
Most will never know what is truly underneath his calm facade, but loyalty to that degree is rare, and it is surprising for him to be so interested in a fellow individual who is merely living their plain everyday life. But after all, he is still human. The thought of revealing his true feelings scares him. Perhaps, one day, just maybe, Suo may confess his underlying feelings for you.
Either that or you catch onto his stares yourself. It’s not like Suo particularly tries to hide it.
If you find out, then it only makes it easier for him to tease you about it.
SUGISHITA KYOTARO + grumpy x sunshine
An utter stone of a boy who wears a baseline expression of irritation, but as luck would have it, to the surprise of nearly everyone, he would go onto fall in love with sunshine personified, someone with no cares in the world, you.
And beneath it all, revealed a shy, hopeless romantic who is finally feels able to reckon with the truth. But also being a person who would rather slam face-first onto concrete than admit his true feelings, and this, without a doubt, made things complicated. Quite literally. Sugisthia doesn't say a damn word. He was the epitome of grumpiness, as Hiragi would often tease, with a perpetual scowl that could scare off anyone who dared to get too close. Where he saw dark and stormy clouds, you found silver linings and a rainy day to behold. Where he grumbled, you laughed and pulled him along.
Normally, Sugishita doesn’t like to utter a word, as communicating with him is practically akin to talking to a brick wall, but with you, it just felt so natural. Or rather, to the surprise of everyone, you understood every nonverbal communication and body language cue he gave. At first, he found your cheerfulness infuriating—the way you would light up a room with your presence, but over time, he couldn’t help but become used to and even enjoy having your presence around. Your dynamic was a perfect balance—his quiet strength complemented by your positive and warm spirit.
From the eyes of many who would catch you two together, they didn't believe it was real. Him? Sugishita Kyotaro? The guy who was practically head over heels for Umeymia for years on end, falling in love with someone else? Being intimate with another person other than Umemiya? Was this some sort of dream? No. While shocking, it was also endearing in a way. Sugishita was, admittedly, very attached to Umemiya. Even so, one thing was undeniable, you brought out a side of Sugishita that no one had ever seen before—a side that smiled, laughed, and even showed a bit of vulnerability. He is a grumpy, reserved person, but under that snide, he was a warm, caring person. Umemiya would almost certainly tell you that when your relationship first began. And in that regard, he couldn't have been more correct.
And to those who knew him well, it was clear. Sugishita Kyotaro was hopelessly in love, even if he was too stubborn to say it out loud.
Sugishita wouldn’t ever admit it, but even he is well aware of the light you add to not only his life but the impact you’ve had on others as well. He wouldn't have it any other way, even if it doesn't always seem like he’s acknowledged the effect you've had on him.
hey hi hello! so its been a fat while since i wrote or posted anything on here, and there really isnt much of a story here other than writers burnout and then going thru a huge school transition into university. but life update aside, this blog is not abandoned and i don’t plan to quit writing forever, but i will prioritize my irl stuff first
well thats it for an update on what im doing and what ill be doing with this blog in the future. im still alive and doing well yay 🫡
requested by anonymous: "I recently got my braces in and although I do not regret saving up the money to get it done. It really hurts lately. And I am very much bummed out that it hurts so much. I was wondering if you could write something related to it?"
pairings requested: suo, sakura, umemiya, togame, and choji x gn. reader
note: as someone who had braces before a few years back, ik that it can freaking SUCK so i hope it gets better for you <3
❀°。SAKURA HARUKA
At first, he really didn’t know what to do when you came back from your dentist appointment, only to look like you could audition for a role in a zombie movie. Sakura can hardly manage taking proper care of himself, so what would he know about taking care of other people? Does he even deserve to take care of you...? But he shakes off those thoughts, because, on the other side of the room, you were suffering, practically melting into the couch while your head was unseen from the large pillow on your face, squishing your face in hopes of dulling the pain. Which didn’t help much.
“Hey, uh, ahem… you need anything?” he asks awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
You murmur something short and nearly incoherent, and Sakura, determined to be helpful, tries to scour the kitchen for anything that might ease your pain. You wonder what he was doing, but you can find it in yourself to open your mouth, in pain, to say anything. He eventually brings you a cold compress and some soft, mashed potatoes, hoping it might help. Long story short, they don’t taste very good. He’s a little confused, but he's got the spirit.
❀°。SUO HAYATO
The second Suo peers over at you and sees you lying on the couch, you are hardly recognizable—well, not literally, but you clearly do not look like yourself, and that worries him deeply. It hurts to see you like this, and his heart sinks seeing you in such discomfort.
“Y/n, you have to eat,” he says gently, holding a bowl of soft soup that he painstakingly prepared just for you.
“I know…” you mumble, shifting slightly while attempting to cover yourself and your metallic mouth with a blanket.
He sits beside you, patiently spooning small portions, coaxing you with the spoon moving closer to your mouth.
Suo tries his best, while not forcing you, to eat. After all, if you didn’t have food in your system, you would feel even worse, and he didn’t want that. He, above all, wished for your happiness.
❀°。UMEMIYA HAJIME
Umemiya attends to every need in the world. Husband material through and through, he becomes your personal nurse. He prepares all the homemade cold smoothies and soups in the world to smooth your pain, makes sure you take your pain medication on time, and even neglects his Furin duties just to spend it all with you to keep your mind off the ever-present pain from the metals in your mouth.
“You feelin' okay? Need anything else?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair from your face and clasping your hand in his.
You can't help but smile weakly. You feel incredibly lucky to have someone like Umemiya. He makes sure your comfort is his top priority above all, attending to every small detail with the utmost care and affection. To him, nothing is more important than your happiness, and he’s more than willing to make it happen.
❀°。TOGAME JO
Granted, Togame doesn’t push you to talk much, always trying to be considerate about his own feelings. You don’t need to talk; he’ll be at your side at all times, making sure that you are properly cared for, and constantly attentive as your boyfriend. Togame tries to take your mind off the pain by doing little things that make you happy, like playing your favourite music or perhaps watching your favourite show on TV. Without a word, he sits next to you, gently holding your hand and caressing the insides of your palm.
Whenever you grimace from the pain, he squeezes your hand reassuringly and whispers softly that he’ll stay with you through it all.
❀°。TOMIYAMA CHOJI
“Huh, it hurts? Where?” Choji asks, looking genuinely puzzled with both his feet crossed in a rather childlike fashion.
You point to your mouth, muttering a few words, and he finally understands. Oh right! You did mention that you would be getting braces on today. His face immediately sinks, seeing your discomfort. Oh, you must be in pain...
And so, with that plaguing his mind the entire rest of the day, seeing you in pain with your braces, Choji decides to make food for you in hopes that it’ll make you feel better. After all, food solves everything! But when he finishes his so-called dish, a “nuclear disaster,” as Togame deadpanned, you can’t help but laugh.
“Okay, maybe cooking isn’t my thing,” Choji admits sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “B-But it tastes better than it looks! I tried it!”
Despite his culinary skills—or lack thereof—his attempt to cheer you up works wonders in making you smile for the first time that day. And in the end, while coming home, he brings out something that is more fitting for you to consume—a pack of store-bought pudding instead from across the street, sitting beside you and sharing it.
requested by @enassbraid: "can i request hiragi and reader being stressed out about the reckless bofurin students together, being like the stressed out damage control parents of the friend group"
note: im ngl, this unintentionally turned into a crackfic while i was writing the chaos that are these boys. the idea of a picnic was from when umemiya mentioned in ep 3 about having a bbq over the summer, so why not have that go full circle! also, hiragi is the unofficial mother of bofurin, someone change my mind
"You've got to be kidding me…"
Hiragi muttered from under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose in very visible agitation. "You called us in here for this?!"
Everyone stood, slack-jawed at the sight before you all—a sprawling picnic spread out on the grass, complete with blankets, baskets of food, and even a few kites ready to be flown.
Suo laughed heartily. "I was wondering, too. Considering how y/n-san is also here with us."
Nirie nodded along. "Y-Yeah, since they're not even part of the gang."
"Awww, Nirei, are you saying you don't want me around?" you teased, making the poor boy's facial expression drop wide.
"N-NO, NO, OF COURSE NOT! I-I WOULD NEVER THINK THAT!" blasting both your and Sakura's eardrums.
"Tsk, tone it down a bit, will you?" Sakura grumbled. "We're not deaf. Yet."
Nirie looked thoroughly embarrassed, his cheeks flushed as he muttered an apology.
Umemiya pouted, crossing an arm over the other. "But they're Hiragi's lover! It's a must to bring them to an event like this! Don’t you all agree??”
Hiragi sighed, rubbing his temples. "Tsk, this guy is already a lost cause godamnit. There's no stopping when he sets his mind on something."
"Ahah…" you sheepishly chuckled at Hiragi's reaction.
"But Hiragi-san! Wouldn't you say that being in Furin also means that you're 'one of us'?" Suo chimed in with his signature grin that could make anyone itch to punch Suo's pretty face and that horrid, infuriating grin of his.
"Ahem… Speaking of which, can someone tell me what he is doing up there?" Kiryu asked, pointing to the tree where Umemiya was now attempting to hang a banner that read "Happy Picnic Day!”
None of you were particularly impressed.
Umemiya looked down, waving cheerfully. "Just adding some festive touches to lighten the mood! It's not a picnic without decorations, right, Hiragi?"
Said Hiragi gave a scalding look, "More or less..." making you snicker.
Meanwhile, Umemiya was in the background, doing God knows what—now perched in a tree while still attempting to tie streamers to the branches, humming a cheerful tune, completely oblivious to the dead looks from below.
Something told you that this was going to be a long, long day. And beyond the so-called circus surprise that was revealed before you all, the idea seemed innocent enough until the reality of managing the Bofurin students set in.
"No wonder Umemiya had asked me to help wrangle the circus together," you mused to yourself.
Everyone turned to look at you with sweat-dropped faces. 'What did you just say…?'
Umemiya was practically beaming with pride as the picnic setup was finally complete, "Now, let's enjoy this beautiful day together shall we?!"
"....."
"Oh, come on! Don't just give those solemn looks. Go and have fun!"
An order from the commander that not even Hiragi could ignore. And so, "fun" was in order. And as the sun dipped lower in the sky, a warm glow spread over the picnic area. Hiragi and you somehow found a rare moment of quiet away from the chaos that is the Furin gang. You both sat side by side on a small but peaceful hill overlooking the Furin members, weary expressions mirrored on your faces.
"I swear, every time I think they can't surprise me anymore, they prove me wrong," Hiragi muttered with exasperation, running a hand through his hair. You honestly believed that he was going to pop another pill in his mouth for all the graying stress that happened just today alone.
You laughed softly, nudging him with your shoulder. "You know better than to expect anything less from them. I should have seen it coming.
"Ugh… But I thought maybe, just maybe, they'd behave for once." And taking just a singular peek back at the group, Hiragi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose at the sight. "Sugishita, can you please help us set up the tent properly? We need to make sure it's secure."
Sugishita looked over, mid-stare fest with Sakura, and gave a noncommittal grunt. Not exactly convincing everyone that he would comply.
"Yeah, we don't want it chomping on Matsumoto's head like what happened last time," you mused.
"Sugishita, Umemiya really wants it done right now," Hiragi added, trying one last time. And instantly, like clockwork, the boy perked up, releasing Sakura and marching over to the flattened tent, and immediately getting to work.
You and Hiragi exchanged an amused glance. When in doubt, "pulling the Umemiya card always works," you whispered with a quiet snicker.
Hiragi scoffed. "Every damn time."
As everyone split off into their cliques, soon too would chaos unfold in a rather predictable fashion in your and Hiragi's eyes. And as if on cue, Sakura clicked his tongue and split off from the rest, leaving Nirei to scurry alongside, followed by Suo. Minutes later, you would hear their voices rising in volume with each passing second, the first years bickering over the best way to arrange the picnic blanket.
"S-Sakura-san, it should go here! The sun is better this way!" Nirei insisted, trying to tug at one corner of the blanket.
"Are you fucking blind? The shade is perfect over there!" Sakura countered, pulling in the opposite direction, making Nirei nearly trip.
"Hmmm, well, I think you're both wrong," Suo chimed in with a rather unnecessary comment about his wrong. "Don't you think it would be better if we put it in the middle?" Only to receive a deadpanned look from the two.
You exchanged a knowing glance with Hiragi. 'And so it begins.'
You glanced over your shoulder at the group, watching Suo and Nirei squabble over the picnic blanket while Sugishita and Sakura inevitably clashed once again, their bickering escalating into a full-blown wrestling match—which, admittedly, was not a surprise to anyone there. It was quite entertaining to watch for a lot of them. No longer was it the serene "picnic," as Umemiya had initially envisioned, but rapidly devolving into a spectacle of their usual antics.
Tsugeura, ever the fitness enthusiast bordering on obsession, had, much to everyone's bewilderment, brought his training gear and proceeded to do push-ups and squats between bites of food, much to everyone's amusement. That is, until he started spitting his so-called advice about his "virtue" and what it meant to be truly fit. Safe to say, everyone made an effort to stay the hell away from him as far as possible.
Kiryu, meanwhile, was glued to his cell phone, tapping away, utterly oblivious to the mayhem around him. Not like he particularly cared. And nor did Kaji, who had both his feet propped up on the picnic basket of all things while listening to music to his heart's content. All the while, Kusumi and Entomoto attempted for Kaji to, for once, pull his head out of his ass and to actually be actively engaging with everyone from Furin when they were together. An attempt was made—an attempt that did not end in success.
To the surprise of everyone, yet no one, Sugishita was at the grill, utterly determined to cook the perfect batch of meats for this lord and saviour, Umemiya Hajime. He prodded the sizzling cuts with intense concentration and budging eyes—as if they were going to pop out of their eye sockets at any moment—though the occasional flare-up of flames and his singed eyebrows suggested it wasn't going entirely to plan.
"Uh, Sugishita, you might want to turn the heat down a bit…" Hiragi advised with a cautious cough, watching the grill spit sparks like a miniature firework display that was on the verge of blowing up.
Sugishita let out a short grunt, just as a particularly aggressive flame shot up, singeing the edge of his shirt, making Hiragi sigh, exchanging a knowing glance with you.
"And here I thought this would be a relaxing day…"
You could tell that Hiragi was embarrassed to have you see this side of him, but you didn't mind it. "There's no such thing as relaxing with them, really," you laughed.
Then, a loud crash interrupted the peace, followed by Suo's laughter, Sakura's indignant shouting, and Nirei's desperate pleas.
"S-Sakura-san! Y-You can't start fighting Sugishita-san right here!"
"WHO THE FUCK CARES?! HE JUST THREW A SAUSAGE AT ME FOR NO REASON!!"
"At least it was fresh off the grill, Sakura-kun," Suo smiled.
So... How far have you read the WB manga? Well, you see... Maybe I have a request that could be angst? Buuuuut I don't want to give spoilers and make you uncomfortable with it (the spoiler) 🤧
dw dw ive alr read all the way to the end of the manga the second i watched ep 1 of the anime 😌 though i may have to refresh my memory a bit by rereading the manga considering how i read the entire thing in one night 😅 you're comfortable to send me whatever angst that your heart desires! i love angst and am always happy to write it, as long as it doesn't breaks my rules of requesting :)
my activity here has been pretty scarce lately bc not only was my graduation this week but i was also just generally rotting in bed, recovering from the mental insanity that is school. and then i was also working on an idea of wind breaker boys being as romance tropes, which was originally a jjk idea that i shamelessly scraped into a wind breaker one bc why the hell not LOL
figuring out all the different romance tropes for that specific drabble probably was the thing that took the longest, but it was honestly really to just go ham with all the headcanons in the world. part one turned out to be wayyy longer than i planned, but oh well 😅 part two of that drabble series will defo be on the way soon since i got most of the planning stuff figured out! also thanks for all the requests coming into my inbox too! ill get on that as soon as i finish the current drafts i have ♡
in my eyes, umemiya is one who would undoubtedly prefer someone who knows him better than himself and connects with him than anyone else—that person being the one he grew up with, someone who can bear his craziness and his occasionally unhinged behaviour. scratch that, his consistently unhinged behaviour.
with all the hardships he had been through in his life, from scraped and bloody knees from playing in the park to shared secrets between you two, you were always there for him, and so would he. umemiya has been your constant since childhood, and the same goes with him. the transition from friends to perhaps something more was seamless. almost as if it had always been meant—waiting, patiently, to happen. friendship formed the foundation of your relationship, and it would be what remains. as you both grew, so did your feelings, maturing into a love that was as enduring as umemiya himself. only when he faced the idea—the terrifying possibility of losing you, did he realize.
“that’s it…”
hiragi’s face scrunched up, peering over at umemiya, whose face was compressed onto the desk he was laying on. “the hell are you talking about?”
with a burst of energy, umemiya suddenly lifted his face from the desk like a startled meerkat, “THATS IT! THAT’S WHAT IT IS! I LOVE THEM!!” leaving hiragi practically hyperventilating, sighing heavily before popping more than a few pills into his mouth for good measure (not medical advice).
“still don’t understand who you’re referring to…”
that’s just it… you weren’t “just a sibling” to him. he never thought that way. he never ever saw you in only that way.
he began dreaming up a future with you. after all, you knew him best, had been through his best and worst moments, and even then, stuck by him. his desire to be protective over you was a comforting presence, even if it was sometimes perhaps a bit overbearing, but that was umemiya’s personality. through the years, his commitment to you never changed, never wavered, for his mind was already made up.
he didn’t know that the one he needed by his side was there all along. you’ve always been by each other’s side, and now, as you both grow older and as the years tick by, umemiya can't, he just couldn't imagine a day without you. you mean too much for him to just let you go. friendship turned into love, and before you knew it, you both would be together, dancing at your wedding.
...or so was umemiya’s dream when he woke up that morning, just wishing for that to be a reality.
CHOJI TOMIYAMA + love at first sight
a simple, straightforward case of who has caught your eye sort of trope, but choji knew that this was different. choji was never one to hide his emotions—wearing his feelings very much on his sleeve, and when he saw you for the first time, his heart made its intentions clear. the world stops around him the first time he sees you, and he very obviously stares and gawks at you with no shame. it was love at first sight.
togame’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights. “w-what? are you sure?”
“yeah!! it was like nothing i’ve ever felt before,” choji sighs exasperatingly, leaning on his chair with a clear conscience, “they were so dreamy… i wish i could see them again.”
and see you again, he would. Not by accident, as what you initially thought, but choji and choji alone would pull the strings to make every meeting seemingly happen, all the while acting as naturally as possible.
choji’s larger-than-life personality meant he pursued you with an earnest intensity. his eyes would light up every time you entered the room, glowing with delight every time everytime you paid him even an ounce of affection, and despite that, choji still wanted more. he wanted so much more. his affection was genuine and pure, devoid of any pretence. even togame couldn’t question the authenticity of choji’s supposed affection for you. the boy was utterly smitten.
choji finds any and every way he can to approach you. and his efforts aren’t for naught, as even you could see the sparkles in the boy’s eyes, down to the way he would stare down at him without saying a word. perhaps creepy in any other instance, but it never felt that way to you.
a nervous yet friendly smile would frequently accompany choji’s awkward attempts to get close to you. there was something just so endearing in choji’s gaze—a kind of innocence and even childlike admiration that made your heart soften. he wasn’t just staring; he was taking in every detail of your face and expression as if trying to memorize your presence. his eyes, wide with wonder, held no malice nor ulterior motives, just a simple, unspoken, pure and honest adoration, all underlining his true sincerity.
HARUKA SAKURA + forced proximity
from when he was young, sakura has always distanced himself from people. he had never been one for social interactions, preferring the solitude of his own thoughts rather than the scrutiny of a crowd watching him, judging him. to him, his existence in their lives was a curse. only he deserved it, and only he would bear it. but when circumstances forced you into close quarters, his aloof and icy exterior began to thaw. the closeness of your body next to him, the warmness of your breath, made sakura uneasy, and yet, he didn't pull away.
initially, like with everyone else sakura ever connected with, he followed his usual pattern of what he knew to do best—pushing you away. not just metaphorically but physically, shoving you to the ground when all you did was to try and lightly tap his shoulder. he had hurt you. this was what always happened without fail. but even still, you never went away, like a rather pesky mosquito.
during the unfortunate times when you were forced to share a small space with him, seeing first-hand the rare moments of openness he usually kept hidden, even from those who supposedly knew him best—because no one actually did. the forced short proximity in the cramped quarters revealed an authentic side, all in the subtle ways he watched over you that your eyes slowly caught on to.
“stay away from me. it’s better for both of us.”
time and time again, you would wonder and question why he continuously tried to gently push you away, but never to the point of truly physically shoving you away and hurting you. even so, sakura, still cared about you. that, he would never deceive.
“no, it’s not, sakura. i told you, i’m not going anywhere.”
while it did hurt for him to say that about you when all you did was to be his heart, it hurt you, even more, to know that this was truly how he thought of himself to be—a “person” who didn’t deserve love and affection.
“...i don’t need anyone. especially not you.”
“...maybe. but maybe you need someone who won’t leave, no matter how hard you push.”
“YOU’RE JUST GOING TO BE HURT WITH ME—”
you smiled. “then let me be the one to decide that for myself. right?"
no matter how many times he would push you away, despite his constant attempts to distance himself, you were never going to leave that easily, and perhaps sakura knew that his face flushing red. a small crack had formed in sakura’s defences. you never thought that “being stuck” with sakura was a curse, but a chance to see the true person behind the mask.
ENDO YAMADO + opposites attract
endo was your complete opposite in every conceivable way. his piercing, intense gaze was a contrast to your own vibrant, pastel, and borderline revolting energy, balancing each other’s strengths and differences, light and shadow. rather than a mix of oil and water, it created a dynamic that neither of you could have predicted.
endo is more on the serious side. no, very much on the serious side, so your fun and excitement help him loosen up. to many, your contrasting qualities complemented each other, filling the gaps that the other lacked. some would say that your kindness filled the empathy that endo very much lacked, but regardless, endo’s initial skepticism turned into a fascination, and he found himself drawn to the very traits that set you apart from him. he finds it adorable when you do things he would never even dream of, like dancing in the rain, but he never particularly commented on them to keep his composure.
he admires your personality in a rather subtle, aloof way, although he would never say those words out loud. his pride is too great for that. you’re each other’s comfort and sanctuary, finding things in each other you both never had. so strong, in fact, that your honey-coated words and presence can hardly push you away from him, and over time, endo lets you.
your contrasting qualities complemented each other, filling the gaps that the other lacked. anyone who even dares to threaten the solace of your company at your side, endo treats as a literal threat to himself.
after all, you were quite literally his other half.
“yama… why do you always act like you need to protect me?”
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
you would give him a look that said, “you can’t fool me,” and he would only tsk and whisk his head in the other direction.
you’re important to him, more than he can ever put into words. every glance, every small gesture, and every moment. endo doesn’t bother himself with the extravagance of affectionate words and grand declarations, but his actions go far beyond that. the second he notices something out of the ordinary—specifically, that you weren’t at his side at that exact moment of the day like always—he starts beating people up in a fit of rage. he goes berserk and sees red, and only when you arrive (after being frantically called in through your cellphone) does he finally calm down, asking you furiously where you were, with your shoulders being held in the grip of steel.
“fuck… you’re such a troublesome person.”
he needs to protect you, endo thinks. you’re the total opposite of him. you were kind, docile, and gentle, you were like his other half. the opposite of him that he cherished. whoever hurt you meant that they had to deal with him too. no one hurts his lover and gets away with it. everyone in the area knew this fact.
perhaps, opposites do indeed attract.
KIRYU MITSUKI + the boy next door
kiryu was the quintessential boy next door. he was a sweet neighbour and a total gentleman that everyone admired. looking back at you and his first visit, it could have been more timely. as soon as the doorbell rang, your eyes would groggily open as you went to get the door to see who on earth was the person who disturbed your sweet nap. and as you opened the door, you saw a cute guy standing with a basket of miscellaneous goods in his hands. you almost thought you were still dreaming until you rubbed your tired eyes. “
“i’m mitsuki kiryu, your new neighbour. i just moved into the house beside yours. i met your parents yesterday but you weren’t here, so i figured i should introduce myself personally since we’re the same age and all.”
startled, you were very visibly taken aback, “o-oh, thank you. but, uh, shouldn’t i be the one giving you something?” you said sheepishly.
“oh, well, then you can always just give me something later!” he replied with the brightest smile imaginable, making you sweatdrop.
‘that’s not… what i meant.’
granted, your first impression of him was pretty unexpected, but he quickly proved to be a friendly person who truly had a heart of gold. you found yourself slowly falling for him after spending some time with him as a friend—his easy smile and warm eyes offering a sense of home.
but to find out that your life wasn’t the only one that changed, and that kiryu felt the same. as you grew older, so too did your friendship with the boy you first considered to be a mere neighbour. you were hardly even surprised when you heard that kiryu was a part of bofurin—a gang even you had come to admire. in a way, you weren’t surprised; it suited him and his upstanding moral compass. it didn’t, and never did, drive you away.
he was the boy next door, but also so much more—your confidant, your partner in crime, and your love.
Hiii! I saw that ur requests are open so may I request an Umemiya x f!reader where Umemiya saves her from a gang that tried to invade the town, maybe she has a few cuts and bruises cause the gang already yk hit her and stuff then when Ume saved her he removed his uniform coat thing and puts it around her and carried her princess style to a safe area (maybe his house or her house or anywhere safe is fine)
Sorry if this is too specific… I’ve been so hooked to Wind Breaker that I read the manga too… and if you can’t tell my fave character is Umemiya🥹🥰 he’s just a sweetheart too😭
₊˚ʚ 🌱 his little one (hajime umemiya x reader)✧ﾟ🌿
✿ contains: fluff, comfort, soft and loving ume having the biggest crush on you, angry feral ume when see saw you got hurt - this man can do both lol
✿ a/n: aaaa umemiya is such a sweetie! i totally get why you love him, and the way he'd show you his love for you would be through protecting you with his life! i put my own little twist on it~ hope that's fine with you, cutie (๑'ᵕ'๑)⸝* have fun reading, thank you for this lovely request!
✿ wc: 850
you were hajime umemiya's beloved little plant shop darling, his favorite part of the town. he frequented your store whenever he needed new and fresh seeds, a chat and exchange of plant care tips here and there, and of course because he wanted to see you.
umemiya fell in love with you at first sight, and he'd been courting you for a while now. how could he not, you were just the kindest and sweetest little dewdrop that ever existed. he swore he would do anything and everything in his power to keep you safe.
"little one, look what i brought! i hope you're not allergic to flowe-" he pauses in his tracks, horrified to see your beloved plant store messy and ruined, plants and soil strewn everywhere, with scattered broken pieces of glass.
umemiya was fuming with anger. his smile quickly disappeared as he hurriedly went to find you.
there you were, sitting helplessly on the ground, sobbing. it shattered his heart into a million pieces to see you this way. "what happened?" speaking to you in a soft voice, he caressed your cheek with his fingers, wiping away the strewn tears on your face with his thumb. "who did this to you, little one?" he inspected the cuts and bruises from your arm when you tried to defend yourself and your plants from being destroyed, but to no avail.
the culprit was a street gang, one that attempted to cause war with furin. they heard from their sources that you were umemiya's special little seedling, one of the most important people in the world to him, and so they infiltrated the town to mess with him, messing with you being a part of their nasty plan.
little did they know, that was the biggest mistake of their lives.
umemiya had his speculations and saw some men running away, looking like they were attempting escape. he sprinted towards them in lightning speed, his feral instinct to protect you overtaking him, repeatedly hitting and stepping on the guys, bashing their skulls in with his knee.
"do you have any idea how much care and effort she puts into taking care of her shop and her plants?! you destroyed her dream." umemiya showed no signs of stopping, fists clashing against the guy's face. "what are you going to do about it now, huh? you made her cry, her beautiful smile is gone!" umemiya had never lost his composure like this. the thought of you getting hurt ruined him. he couldn't bear it.
luckily, hiragi and his team came running to umemiya, stopping him from possibly killing the gang members, and told him they'll take it from there, and that he should go check on you.
umemiya rushes back to your store and cradles you in his arms, comforting you and telling you that everything was going to be okay. you sobbed as he held you, umemiya taking off his furin coat and putting it around your shoulders. "i'm sorry, little one. i'm sorry that i couldn't protect what's important to you...but i'm glad i could at least protect what's important to me." he presses a kiss to your forehead.
"ume...did you get hurt anywhere?" you looked up at him with puppy eyes, it worried you to see that his knuckles were all scratched up from defending your honor.
"no worries! i'm fine, but you must be so scared, little one. there, there." he smoothens your hair with his hand and embraces you. "i'll come everyday and help you revive the shop, okay? i'm here now. i won't let anything bad happen to you anymore." he says to you.
"come now, let's get your wounds treated." umemiya scoops you up in his arms, as if you were as light as a feather. "speaking of treat...how about i also treat you to the world's most delicious omurice? maybe it'll put back that smile on your face." you nodded in agreement, umemiya carrying you all the way to pothos elicited some giggles and whistles from onlookers around the town who thought that you two were the cutest. umemiya was definitely not afraid to show everyone his affection for you, and your eyes were only on him too, your knight in shining armor.
and that's how you and umemiya found love amidst the chaos.
ꕤ bonus ꕤ
"oh, by the way, they're a little squished but, here!" he hands you the forgotten flowers, as you let out a giggle. he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, thinking to himself for the millionth time how beautiful your smile is. "i hope you like it, little one!"
"ume, i've been meaning to ask...why do you call me 'little one'?" you inquired, placing the flowers on your lap gently, while you took a spoonful of omurice that you shared with umemiya at the pothos café, you two looking like little lovebirds only sharing one plate of food.
"hmm, because you're so little compared to me, and you're my one and only." he smiled happily as your cheeks slowly turned as red as his tomato plant.
HAYATO SUO knew something was wrong when he received that phone call. He reached for his cell phone and held it up to his ear, but no sound came from the other end.
“Hello? Hello? Y/n??”
“.....”
"Y/n I can't hear you, can you say that agai—"
His heart dipped, and he was left with nothing but the sounds of being drowned in his own panic.
Suo’s lips remained tightly shut when you said your first and only words to him that entire call before the line went dead and the call froze from the other end.
The voice that came from your end. Did he really hear that correctly...?
The sound of your voice—so lovely and melodious—disguised the hidden horror of what was truly going on behind the curtain.
“The ambulance— here!!”
"They're bleeding too much..."
“Start CPR ASAP!!”
Beads of cold sweat ran down Suo’s back.
‘No… that can’t be for you, right?’
The only words he could comprehend at that moment were the sirens of what he assumed to be an ambulance, and the dozens of bystanders, medical staff, and a man, screaming, yelling, and throwing a tantrum, being taken away from the other end of the phone.
Not even Suo's shaky hands could reach yours. The distance between you both was immeasurable.
That was the last and only time he picked up the phone from your number that day. And from the only time he did, when Suo clicked your ID and, in horror, saw the dozens of unanswered calls and several increasingly cryptic texts from hours ago, his heart sank.
He didn’t read or care about a damn one.
[Y/n]
Just left my house, I'll be there in 10!
Suo! When are you coming? I’m at the cafe!
Kotoha is wondering where you are too. Get here soon! Your food is getting cold
Hayato, it's been an hour, are you okay…?
I’m coming to Furin, I’ll be there in 30 minutes so don't move!
Hayato, are you nearby?
I feel like there's someone behind me but I don't wanna look back
I found a space to take cover for a bit, so im okay for now
I see his hair peering from outside the cafe
Can you come soon? I'm getting a little worried
The cafe is closing so I'm heading back home. I'm a bit scared but I've got it aha
Hayato, please answer me
I'm
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That final message from you was sent two hours ago.
…He forgot about you.
Him. Hayato Suo, had let you down.
And because of that, you were at the hospital.
Suo had mere seconds to steel himself, holding in the tears that would inevitably taint his perfect face if he considered the worst-case scenarios, but they came along anyway, swirling around like parasites in his mind. And why wouldn't they? For all he knew, you might not make it through the night.
And that... that clenched at his heart.
Your unconscious self, with wires, tubes, and bandages dangling from your beaten-up body. The steady beep of the heart monitor crossed the silence, and an IV drip was attached to your arm, slowly delivering the necessary fluids and medications. Your face—pale and peaceful—contrasted with the harsh reality of your condition and his own reality.
“How… How could this have happened?”
It was a bitter feeling. Because he knew. He knew what had happened, but because of his own involvement, he refused to admit it.
You, the only one he would ever love in his life, lying on a hospital bed, with visible injuries from head to toe.
No words could ever describe the hurt he felt when he saw your fragile form. You were suffering, and he couldn’t even do anything about it.
He inwardly scoffed, a fleeting expression of frustration crossing his face. Did he even have a right to worry about you…? When he was the reason you were here in the first place?
He couldn’t protect you, all because of him.
Hayato Suo, he had let you down. Time and time again, for it wasn’t the first. He put Furin, he put himself, and worst of all, he put everything else over you.
He should've known when you said you were heading out alone that day with a sorry expression. You never did end up reaching Bofurin’s building, and he had failed to ensure your safety as a result of his own stupidity.
He could barely stand to know the cause of your injuries, because, in his mind, every one of them was his fault.
Each wound, each bruise, was a direct consequence of his failures to protect you—and his carelessness and his failure to shield you from the visible marks he left behind. The burden of his failure to be there for you when you needed him most was an ever-present reminder of the crushing shame he felt.
People have always called him a smart cookie. Someone who could easily solve any problem with that sharp mind of his. But what use was that when he couldn’t even see through the facade you were wearing that day…?
His hand found the way to where his heart was positioned. He scratched at his chest and pounded at his ribcage. He wanted to find his heart. Scratch his heart out so he could also feel the pain that he unknowingly inflicted on you.
But you knew he wasn't honest with you, and for that, he only had himself to blame. Suo always appeared calm, happy, and seemingly pleasant... Because if he showed you the turmoil and anxiety he had hidden within him, what would happen to you?
But in his pursuit to protect you, all he did was hurt you beyond repair.
Suo was a person who kept everything to himself, and from that, he unintentionally distanced himself from everyone who called him a “friend.” And that included you as well. The times when he would listen to your ramblings and stories about your daily life, all while keeping his own behind closed doors.
Whether, in that equation, you held a higher standard didn’t matter anymore, because it wasn’t him that was in the hospital, fighting for their lives, but you.
“I’m sorry…” you told him through the phone.
Those couldn’t be your final words to him… No, they can’t be. He refused to accept it. Not through the cold, mechanical sounds of a device, from your own mouth and voice.
when i was getting down to writing a request the other day, i was, for some reason, super angst inspired and drafted up an entirely new prompt just for the hell of it. also wanted to ty out a new format for this one, so lmk what you think :)
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