May I ask for the boys hearing their s/o singing for the first time? Thank you, and I'm sorry if this has been done before lol
I was so excited to do this request, it’s adorable!!
Shinguuji’s discovery of your talents was a hugely cliche situation. But, since you were the kind of person to keep your voice to yourself, it was unlikely to happen any other way...
You were taking a shower and happened to forget Shinguuji was in the next room. So, of course, you let loose.
Shinguuji had never heard your singing before, and at first, he thought it wasn’t even you. Edging closer to the bathroom door, he leaned in and started theorizing.
Perhaps you had bought a new speaker? Were you listening to some a capella youtube cover?
But no, it... seemed to be your voice.
Shinguuji was the kind of person to take new information in stride. There were hardly ever moments where he felt taken aback.
And yet, standing in front of the bathroom door that day, he was genuinely surprised.
Since when did you have such an operatic voice??
He couldn’t help but listen until your voice faded and the water trickling down the drain ebbed away.
Then, he calmly raised his hands and started clapping.
Your surprised squeak only encouraged him. He stood there, clapping for you, until you hesitantly opened the door.
“Human beings sure are wonderful,” he sighed, looking at you fondly. “Some more so than others.”
As Rantarou waited for your return, he balled his wet rag up and heaved a deep sigh.
He was too sick to leave his bed, and worse, he couldn’t sleep a wink. He felt completely tired out; his burning throat and woozy head were all he could focus on. Groaning weakly, he pushed the rag back onto his forehead and tried to clear his mind.
You must have heard his groan; the door creaked open quietly, and Rantarou could see you peering into the room. He grinned at you, but to you, it seemed more like a grimace.
“Can’t sleep?” You asked him, sitting at the edge of his bed.
“No.” Rantarou feebly reached for your hand, seeking comfort. You took it and ran your thumb over his skin, hoping to soothe him somewhat. This time, his smile seemed more peaceful and genuine.
After a few moments of sitting in silence, you had an idea. You cleared your throat and tried to pick something lovely...
“Lullaby, and good night, in the skies stars are bright...”
Rantarou’s eyes flew open as his entire face lit up. This was the first time he’d heard you sing... and you had such a pretty voice
You continued your lullaby, letting go of his hand to stroke his hair instead. His breathing gradually slowed... soon enough, he completely relaxed into the pillows, a content smile lingering on his face.
You stayed by his side until sleep overtook you, too.
“Hey hey, let’s go check that out!!” Ouma exclaimed, pointing at a karaoke bar that had just opened on your street.
“We can’t go everywhere you decide to go on a whim, you know,” you said, but he was already long gone, pulling you towards the building with the focused determination of a dog going after a treat.
So, you gave up and followed him inside. You were used to following him into unplanned excursions, anyway.
“What shall we sing?!” Ouma flipped through the choices rapidly. “Can you hit high notes or low ones? We have to sing something they won’t expect. Let’s try for that one American song, the one people compare to the ogre!”
“No.” You said firmly. “Please, anything but that.”
“Aaaaaaanything?” he repeated, batting his eyelashes.
"...I already know what song you want me to do, so let’s just get this over with.”
“Hah!” Ouma pumps his fist in the air and pushes you towards the DJ. “Go, make me proud!”
“Wait, you’re not coming with me??” You turned back, but he was already gone.
So, rolling your eyes, you went through the queue and found yourself at the edge of the stage. Ouma stared up at you with practical stars in his eyes. Knowing him, he was probably actually hoping you’d fall on your face or something.
Oh, well. You decided to make the best of it, since he was having so much fun.
“Yo listen up, here’s a story. About a little guy who lives in a blue world...”
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Ouma’s jaw drop, and you knew why. You actually sounded really good.
Winking at him, you played into the atmosphere, dramatically posing and dancing along to the song. “Blue his house, with a blue little window and a blue corvette...”
Ouma cheered you on for the rest of the song, bouncing up and down with glee. You finished with a flourish of your wrist, grinning down at your boyfriend with satisfaction. For once, you’d managed to surprise him.
As soon as you were off the stage, he flung himself into your arms. “That’s it. We’re perfect for each other. I’m never letting you go.”
He didn’t even try to pretend he was lying.
Saihara already knew you could play the piano. It was one of his favorite things to listen to.
You weren’t perfect; you were never a child prodigy, you had to work hard with your playing. Even so, listening to you practice made him happy. You were so determined to keep going until you had mastered each piece that you would play it over and over, never giving up!
But he didn’t know that you also had a talent for singing until he heard you accompanying the piano with your voice
He had been in the next room over, absentmindedly flipping through an old book, when your voice floated through the quiet house.
“What can I share... with... you? To show my love... is... true?”
He knew your voice was lovely, but your singing was something else. Without even thinking about it, he stood and followed the sound to the next room...
“To show my love... is... true?”
Seemingly caressing the keys, your eyes remained closed as you poured over the piano, rocking in time to the music. The memory of the melody was imprinted into your fingertips... you knew exactly where to play without needing to see the keys. Saihara was enraptured; he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
“Love’s all we need... to... share...”
Your voice was sweet, but firm; each note seemed to dance and shimmer over your heads.
“To show how much... we... care,” you finished.
Slowly opening your eyes, you were surprised to find Saihara standing in the doorway, tears spilling down his cheeks.
He would never forget the first time he heard you sing. Never.
"Happy biiiiirthdaaaaay toooo yooooou..! Happy biiiirthdaaaay toooooooooo you...!”
Momota played along with you, grinning and rocking back and forth while you waved a cupcake in front of his face.
“Haaaaaappy biiiiiiiiiirthdaaaaaay deeeeeeaaaar Moooomotaaaaaaaa...!”
He pretended to lunge for the treat, and you responded by caking his nose with icing.
Dissolving into giggles at his shocked, sugary face, you somehow managed to finish the last verse.
“Haaappy biiiirthdaaaay tooooo yoooooooouuuu...!”
“I can’t believe I played right into your hands...!” Momota hung his head, pouting over-dramatically. You kept giggling, and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards.
“Didn’t I tell you I would give you something sweet?” You teased him.
“Yeah, but I was thinking you would give it to me instead of smearing it over my nose.” He complained. You only shrugged, smiling ‘innocently’.
“Let’s back up for a moment, though,” he grabbed your wrist, his eyes shining with excitement. “I didn’t know you could sing..!”
“Can’t everyone?” You replied.
“Baaaaaaaabe...” He went back to pouting. “You know what I mean! Your voice is so nice... it’s like, strong, but not forceful... y’know?”
“Awh, thanks.” You took his compliment, genuinely pleased. “I’m glad you think so.”
Can you sing something else for me?” He asked enthusiastically.
“Sure! You just have to do me one favor.”
“Wipe the frosting off of your face already. I can’t take you seriously at all.”
He started laughing, and you couldn’t help joining in.
“Alright, alright. To hear that again? No sweat. It’s a promise!”
It wasn’t long before Kiibo heard you sing for the first time. It was a beautiful day, one you didn’t want to waste, so you convinced Kiibo to go on a drive with you.
With the windows rolled down and the radio turned up, you burst into song right then and there. Kiibo glanced over at you with a puzzled look, but focused on driving.
“Kiibo!” You hold your hand out of the window, letting the breeze flow around your skin. “Sing with me!”
“No, I do not sing. You should enjoy yourself, though,” Kiibo answered politely.
“Come on, party pooper! You’re missing out!” You aren’t too bothered, though. The next song that comes on happens to be one of your favorites, so you let out a loud cheer.
Kiibo smiles at you and listens to you sing for the rest of the drive. When you finally pull into your destination, he waits patiently for the song to finish before turning off the car.
“So?” You pretended to hold a mic in front of his mouth. “What’s the verdict? Will I make it to the next round, or are my Idol dreams forever destined to be crushed?”
He taps his chin. “Well, you went flat on some of the lower notes, but your upper range is really strong. I think with the right song choice, you could -”
You whack his arm. “Hey, I wasn’t really asking you to judge me! Now my confidence is crushed. How can I possibly continue in this competition?”
He looks into your eyes and replies with total innocence. “You can continue because your voice makes me happy. I would listen to you forever, if you wanted me to.”
You weren’t expecting such a serious answer; with heat rising in your cheeks, you manage to stammer out that that would not be necessary,, thank you very much!
Kiibo nods. “Of course, it’s your decision. I’m glad I’m one step closer to knowing the person I love.”
You couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.
Your monthly hike was going very well. Gonta seemed happy with the wildlife around you (especially the bugs, of course), and you spent some time admiring the scenery. Sunlight was shining through patches of the forest, giving the whole area a holy and peaceful feeling.
Gonta was being the perfect gentleman to you, too, as always. His large hand was holding yours most of the time; he moved branches aside for you, helped you up some of the messier paths, and the two of you were having such a lovely time you felt happiness bubbling up inside you.
You started to hum a tune, an old favorite of yours. It caught Gonta’s attention; he tilted his head and asked, “What is that?”
“It’s one of my favorite songs!” you replied.
“Really? How does it go?” he asked, completely abandoning the hike to stop and listen to you.
“Well - hold on.” you drink some of your water and clear your throat. “Okay, it goes like...”
Gonta was looking so expectant you felt a bit nervous, but you managed to sing it anyway.
“Hush... now... I see a light in the sky... Oh, it’s almost blinding me... I can’t believe I’ve been touched by an angel with love...”
When you finish, Gonta has the biggest smile. “That was so amazing! Wow!” In his enthusiasm, he pulled you into an (almost literally) crushing hug. “You’re incredible!”
You wheeze laugh and return the hug. “That’s so sweet of you, Gonta. Thanks!”
“Promise me I’ll get to hear you sing again?” he asked.
“Of course!” Anything for him. “I promise.”
Singing along to your usual playlist, you got started on the kitchen floor. With each beat of the music, you swept the broom back and forth, imagining it was a mic stand.
With the music blaring through the apartment, you didn’t notice Hoshi unlocking the door, and you didn’t notice him stare at you as you started to really get into it. Tossing your hair back and forth, you started to really belt into the broom handle.
“Whoa, well I never meant to brag, but I've gotten what I wanted noooow..!”
Hoshi’s expression softened. You were having so much fun, there was no way he could ruin the moment...
Backing out of the doorway, he closed the door behind him and leaned into it. He could still hear you really wailing over the music, and could tell you were still dancing to the beat. The floor was thumping, and you were starting to get out of breath. But that didn’t surprise him; when it came to the things you loved, you really gave 110%. You inspired him to be a better version of himself, because you always pushed yourself to do better...
He was snapped out of his thoughts when the song ended. Shaking his head, he once more stepped into the apartment, this time making sure to call your name before your next song began.
“How was your day?” you asked cheerfully.
“Not too great, unfortunately.” He paused. “But you know, something made it a lot better just now.”
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