“Calling out to an antisocial like me with that uniform on and a smile on your face… Hah~ Gotta hand it to you!”
- Idia Shroud
Idia Shroud's #1 fan
Pentecostal Christian
✿ synopsis : yuji as your boyfriend ! ╱ fluff ֢ headcanons ֢ fem!reader ֢ ask
boyfriend yuji who is always touching you, whether it’s his pinky linking yours, a large arm swung lazily over your shoulder or tapping soothing patterns rhythmically on your thigh.
boyfriend yuji who always has a red cheeks around you— no matter how long you’ve been in a relationship.
boyfriend yuji who instantly took down his poster the first time he ever laid eyes on you, chucking it at megumi with doe, sparkling, moonstruck eyes.
“oh? you’re serious about this huh?” “yeah.. seriously in-love..” “tch’...dork.”
boyfriend yuji who (gently) throws his old hoodies at you— the ones that don’t fit him anymore due to him constantly working out, giggling like a fan boy and snapping photos of you whenever you wore them.
boyfriend yuji who only ever posted megumi, nobara and you on his social media— off guard, pretty, low quality candid photos.
boyfriend yuji who insists of piggy-backing you whenever he works out, hair splayed over his forehead as thin, pink stick together with sweat— cheeks red and puffed out in concentration while you’d giggle over his shoulder, only fuelling him to work harder.
boyfriend yuji who pouts, pouts aggressively when your attention isn’t solely on him.
“look at me, look at me!” “yu’ please.. I don’t wanna burn this..”
boyfriend yuji who was extremely blunt it came to you, if he saw a worker or a random stranger getting too close, eyes trailing up and down your body and a smile that didn’t match the intention behind his eyes— yuji would be quick to swoop in.
a large palm resting against the small of your back as his eyes darkened, pink bangs casting a dark shadow over his eyes, muttering a low—
“taken.”
before his signature sunny smile would take over his face again, happily asking where you want to go next.
boyfriend yuji who is your personal heater. your cheeks smushed against his rising and falling chest as you fell asleep comfortably, legs entangled with each-other as his calloused hands drew small circles on your spine.
did his back hurt? yes. was his neck sore? yes. was he sweating uncontrollably? yes. did he have the biggest, dorkiest and cheesiest smile on his face? yes.
boyfriend yuji who gives you a compliment via text or in person everyday.
boyfriend yuji who is extremely respectful around your mother, insisting on cleaning up dishes after you’ve all eaten even though he’s not that necessary good at it. standing a tad bit straighter while puffing out his chest whenever your dad looks at him— though he just looks like a cute, pink puffer fish.
boyfriend yuji who likes rambling about movies and weird occult theories to you, stopping to explain something if you didn’t understand, which is usually most of it— but he doesn’t mind! more time hanging out with.
boyfriend yuji who gushed about you to gojo, arms moving comically as he explains something cute you did— showing off pictures and videos with love-glazed eyes and a doepy smile.
“shes way outta’ your league boy!” “yeah.. yeah, she is.”
boyfriend yuji who always eats from your plate, especially if he notices you getting full— stealing it with already full cheeks and a bashful smile.
boyfriend yuji who was really weird, but he was your weird.
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I am cackling. To put it simply. This is hilarious.
Extracts of dialogue from my MHA Fanfic out of context:
Midoriya Inko
“Do you have a cat?”
Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead)
“It's for survival purposes.”
Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)
“You need to try out their face masks—it's really good.”
Nemuri Kayama (Midnight)
“Blink twice if you need help.”
Sekijiro Kan (Vlad King)
“Been running out of toilet paper.”
Danjuro Tobita (Gentle Criminal)
"...Can a member of the maintenance staff—Kai Chisaki, kindly clean the digestive spill in aisle five…”
Kai Chisaki (Overhaul)
“You're seriously creepy.”
Touya Todoroki (Dabi)
“He's secretly a furry.”
Midoriya Izuku
“Good job.”
🏪 Grocery Store / Supermarket AU 🛒
For context: Click here.
The teachers stay teachers, and heroes—the extras—as Bakugou would say, work at Hikari Mart, a supermaket. They're not villains in this au, normal, kinda.
This is just the vibe of what I'm going for.
Five chapters. 4000+ words. It's messy, and undone.
I'm trying to make it fun for myself by making aesthetics, and I even made a video see below.
Song - peach sand by strings and heart (Christian band) didn't know which sonsg to use and I only listen to Christian music.
Themes: Kings & queens, devotion, false gods, revenge, worship, family drama, historical, coming of age, good vs evil.
Words: 847
꧁ᬊᬁ 🜲 ᬊ᭄꧂
‘Asa,’ came the faint whisper tugging at his heart. ‘Asa.’
The young man sat on a cushion, holding a scroll.
An empty cup of tea lay beside him.
On his right was a lamp—candles lit the inside of the temple enough for him to see in the watches of the night.
Asa snuck out of his chambers to study the law.
It was his nightly ritual.
Whenever he got the chance, he’d meditate on God's word. It completely captivated him—he was taken by the nature of God.
“Lord?”
He was met with silence.
Then peace engulfed him like a glove.
Asa felt warm.
He knew it was none other than the presence of the Lord invading his chest—filling the once void space.
He found it amazing.
God was who he wanted to please.
“You are so great—you’ve done marvelous things Lord God. I will surely follow you as my forefather David did. It is my desire.” His voice was soft and sincere. “I want to be a good king or no king at all.”
Asa thought of his father, Abijah, and all the evil things he did now. “Abba was devoted to you—he even taught me about you as a boy then... he forsook you. I don't want to do the same Lord God.”
It filled him with indignation.
His grandmother, Maacah known as ‘queen mother,’ was just as wicked.
When Asa was a young boy, he sensed the evil they were doing, but he didn’t have a full understanding of it yet.
The idols made his skin crawl—their dead eyes, and golden bodies stared back at him. There was something unnatural about them, unnerving. The sacred stones, the altars and poles—the man and woman he saw at the shrine once or twice—with strange garments or lack thereof.
Asa refused to worship their gods.
He wanted nothing to do with the gods of his father and grandmother.
“Asa,” Maacah’s voice was hard. She glared at him in disbelief; her left eye twitched, and her lips turned into a snarl. “What is the matter, child? It is not your first time at the altar. Show respect to your gods! As the future king, you need them on your side.”
The twelve-year-old eyed the golden calf sceptically, then the ox.
He shook his head in protest. “No. I'll serve the true God. The one I heard about from Hanani the prophet.”
Hanani was a man of God.
He was the one who later taught Asa the commands and decrees of the Lord, a spiritual father to the boy.
Maacah gasped. “You—you are a child you know nothing. These are the real gods—you father, the king is following them, so should you.”
Her gaze darkened with something Asa could not place.
He feared she might strike him.
He had seen her do so to others.
“Do not listen to that prophet; don’t go near him, understood? See how obedient your brothers are,” Maacah cradled his cheek, gripping tight.
Asa kept quiet.
His stomach swirled but he refused to move.
After that he sought God earnestly at first I secret then he grew bold, and zealous for the Lord.
He did not stay away from the seer, or the Levites or anyone who had knowledge of God.
Asa was steadfast in his pursuit of the true God; he wanted to follow Him.
Now at seventeen he was even more on fire for God.
He was taller than most of his brothers.
His thick black curls remained untamed despite his maidservants' attempts to smooth them. Asa’s brown skin grew darker under the Jerusalem sun from the frequent warm days.
“I cannot believe how blind my people are. Stubborn,” the young man huffed out as he tried to read from the scroll. “I want to guide them. Lord God with you by my side, I know I can.”
Asa blinked, sharp brown eyes burning from fatigue. “There is no other God besides you. O Lord my God, I trust and rely on you. My God I am powerless without you. Help me to be the king you desire. Amen.”
A yawn escaped his lips, and his head lulled back. “Lord God, I might just take rest—”
“Your Highness! My prince,” his servant's uneasy voice rang through the temple. He scrambled toward him in the dim light. “Your brother has taken notice of your absence. Shall we take leave?”
What can man do to me? he thought with a scoff.
He was not afriad, no man could prevail against God, and those who trust in him.
“No.” Asa brushed it aside with a flick of his hand. “It is only Nabal. Leave him be. I am not the one sinning.”
“If I should sleep in the temple of my God, no one can stop me. When I am older, I will demolish every idol, altar, and that repulsive Asherah pole.”
He fixed his gaze on his servant—firm, and absolute. “I will utterly destroy them.”
“Do what seems right to you, my king,” the slave immediately bowed down at his tone.
The fierce look in his master’s usual soft eyes startled him—a burning flame resided within.
It was only the beginning.
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Written last year December.
Inspired when I was reading the book of Kings:
✨ 1 Kings 15:12-15 ✨
He banished the male and female shrine prostitutes from the land and got rid of all the idols his ancestors had made.
He even deposed his grandmother Maacah from her position as queen mother because she had made an obscene Asherah pole. He cut down her obscene pole and burned it in the Kidron Valley.
Although the pagan shrines were not removed, Asa’s heart remained completely faithful to the Lord throughout his life.
He brought into the Temple of the Lord the silver and gold and the various items that he and his father had dedicated.
Felt like posting this on on here. Really need to get back into writing biblical fics. It's such an enlightening experience! 🙆🏻♀️
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Ooh, it's been so long since I've been tagged in one of these ˃͈◡˂͈
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Currently reading: Also quite a lot of things— because I tend to pick up a lot of unfinished manhwas at once ꒰ᐢ´ඉᯅඉᐢ꒱ But if I had to go with my favorite recent, maybe "the artist who paints dungeons". I've also been rereading "Yuu and the Power of Magic" for the 6th time now lol
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Last Google search: "What is prom in Vietnamese" — I was gonna ask my aunt about one of my cousin's upcoming prom, cuz I remember my mum talking about it. But then I realized I didnt know what it's called in Vietnamese ꒰ᐢ´ඉᯅඉᐢ꒱
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Oo, I’ve been tagged in these a few times, but I always forget to do them lol!
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Your first day as Night Raven College's newest tutor turns out to be significantly less organized than you had imagined. Headmage Crowley spends most of the morning speaking in grand, flowery terms about the importance of education while somehow avoiding every practical question you ask him. Whenever you inquire about scheduling procedures, student records, or designated tutoring spaces, he simply laughs and assures you that a talented young lady like yourself will "figure things out splendidly." By the time the meeting ends, your carefully prepared notebook contains far more decorative signatures than actual instructions.
Fortunately, Professor Crewel proves considerably more helpful. He walks you through the staff offices, explains which classrooms are available after regular lessons, and reminds you that your own well-being is just as important as your students'. Even then, your ears remain pinned anxiously against your head as you scribble down every detail as quickly as possible, terrified that you might forget something important. The thought of making a mistake on your very first day sends your heart racing.
Professor Trein takes one look at your expression and quietly intervenes.
Without saying a word, he reaches into his briefcase and hands you a detailed campus map covered with neatly labeled buildings and pathways. The kindness nearly brings tears to your eyes. "Th-Thank you very much, Professor Trein!" you exclaim, clutching the paper as though it were a priceless artifact. He merely adjusts his jabot and remarks that knowing one's surroundings is essential for maintaining order before Lucius meows in complete agreement from his arms.
By lunchtime, you finally believe that perhaps everything will be manageable.
The familiar blue window hovers directly in front of your face before fading away a few seconds later. Your stomach twists uneasily. Fifty Thaumarks isn't much, but if the System considers this your first objective as the replacement heroine, then refusing probably isn't an option. Taking a deep breath, you remind yourself that tutoring students is perfectly ordinary work. Nothing dramatic will happen.
At least, that's what you tell yourself.
Following Crewel's directions, you eventually find the bulletin board where students are meant to submit tutoring requests. The hallway itself is pleasantly quiet, with sunlight spilling through tall windows and illuminating the polished floors beneath your shoes. A gentle breeze drifts in from an open window somewhere nearby, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass from the courtyard outside.
Then you actually see the request sheet.
Your soul leaves your body.
The paper stapled to the board is practically full.
Dozens of names have already been written in neat rows, some accompanied by preferred subjects, others requesting specific dates and times. A few students have even added little notes in the margins asking for longer sessions or additional help before upcoming exams. You stare at the sheet in absolute horror, your pocket watch nearly slipping from your trembling fingers as you rapidly begin calculating how many hours exist in a single week.
No.
No, no, no.
This is impossible.
You haven't even started working yet.
"Th-There's no way..." you whisper, your rabbit ears flattening against your head. "My schedule... my beautiful, perfectly organized schedule..." The color-coded planner you spent all weekend preparing suddenly flashes through your mind, each carefully arranged block of free time disappearing one by one as more students inevitably continue signing up.
The System, of course, chooses that exact moment to cheerfully notify you of your success.
You have a horrible feeling that this is only the beginning.
ㅤㅤ⊹ ˖ Ი𐑼 SPECIAL CG UNLOCK !!
ace & deuce — the world's biggest nerd
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The hallway outside the library is considerably busier by late afternoon, with students making their way back toward their dormitories after classes have ended. Sunlight pours through the tall windows lining the corridor, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floors while distant conversations echo from somewhere near the main staircase. The newly-posted tutoring sheet has already become a topic of interest, though most students only glance at it in passing before continuing on their way.
"Man, today's Magic Analysis lecture was brutal," Ace groans, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he walks beside Deuce. "Professor Crewel seriously expects us to memorize all those theories? No way."
Deuce's expression immediately darkens at the mention of the class. He hugs his books closer against his chest, shoulders slumping as he lets out a defeated sigh. "I-I know..." he admits quietly. "And mathematics isn't getting any easier, either. I understand practical stuff just fine, but all the formulas and theoretical explanations keep getting mixed up in my head." The thought alone makes his stomach twist. His mother had been so incredibly proud when he received his acceptance letter to Night Raven College, practically crying with happiness as she told everyone in town that her son had turned over a new leaf. If she heard that he was already falling behind in his studies, she'd be heartbroken.
His eyes suddenly land on the paper stapled neatly to the bulletin board.
"Tutoring requests..." he murmurs.
Ace follows his gaze and immediately snorts. "No way. You're actually thinking about signing up?"
Deuce hesitates for only a moment before determination settles across his face. "I mean... yeah. If I need help, I should ask for it, right?" he says, stepping closer to examine the available subjects. "Mom always told me that working hard means admitting when you can't do something alone." His expression softens as he thinks about her proud smile. "I want to become an honors student. I can't just give up because theoretical classes are difficult."
Ace stares at him as though he'd grown a second head.
"...Wow," he says at last. "That's, like, the nerdiest thing I've ever heard in my life."
"What?!"
"Seriously, Deuce! Voluntarily asking for extra studying?" Ace throws his hands into the air dramatically. "Are you actively trying to bore yourself to death, or did Riddle's rules finally break your brain?!"
"I'M TRYING TO BE A GOOD STUDENT, UNLIKE YOU!" Deuce shouts back, his face turning pink as he grabs the pen attached to the board. Ignoring Ace's endless laughter, he carefully writes his name onto the request sheet beneath Magic Analysis and Mathematics before stepping back with a satisfied nod. "There. Done. No matter what, I'm going to improve my grades."
Ace merely shakes his head, still grinning.
"You're such a nerd, dude."
The two eventually continue toward Heartslabyul, their bickering voices growing fainter as they disappear down the corridor. For several moments, the hallway returns to silence, disturbed only by the distant rustling of leaves outside the open windows.
Then Ace comes back.
He stops in front of the bulletin board with his hands in his pockets, staring at Deuce's freshly written name with a thoughtful expression. The idiot had looked so serious about it, acting like signing up for extra studying was some grand declaration of self-improvement. Honestly, Ace didn't understand what the big deal was. It was just tutoring. A normal, ordinary tutoring session.
"...I mean, somebody's gotta see what all the fuss is about," he mutters to himself.
Besides, History of Magic was terrible.
Absolutely terrible.
Professor Trein expected everyone to memorize centuries of names, treaties, historical events, and magical developments that all sounded exactly the same after the first hour of studying. If Ace failed his next exam, the old man would probably stare at him with that disappointed look that somehow felt worse than getting yelled at. It wasn't that Ace needed help, obviously. He was just... conducting research. Gathering information. Seeing whether this mysterious new tutor was actually worth all the excitement, I mean it's not every day you hear Professor Crewel singing someone's praises like he sung yours.
With a small shrug, he grabs the pen attached to the board and quickly writes his name beneath Deuce's.
There.
Nothing weird about that.
If Deuce asked later, Ace would simply tell him that someone had to make sure the tutor was legitimate before letting his hopelessly earnest best friend waste his time. Really, he was doing Deuce a favor. A public service, even.
Completely satisfied with this perfectly reasonable explanation, Ace stuffs his hands back into his pockets and strolls down the hallway with a grin on his face.
He definitely wasn't worried about History of Magic.
Your mornings always begin at exactly the same time. You wake up at 6:15, finish breakfast by 6:35, and leave the house at precisely seven o'clock with your clipboard tucked beneath one arm and your favorite pocket watch safely tucked into your pocket. Your parents often joke that if every clock in Foothill Town suddenly stopped working, the townspeople could simply watch your daily routine to figure out the time. You take the compliment very seriously.
Foothill Town sits comfortably between Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy, thriving on the constant flow of students, merchants, and visiting families. Small cafés line the streets, shopkeepers greet their regulars by name, and apartment buildings remain full year-round because everyone wants to live near the prestigious schools. Your family owns one such complex, and helping maintain it has been one of your responsibilities for as long as you can remember. Collecting rent, checking fire alarms, and organizing maintenance schedules are all perfectly respectable tasks that suit your love of order.
Most importantly, your life has absolutely nothing to do with the main story.
Because, unfortunately, you know exactly what kind of world you live in.
An otome game.
The realization had come years ago, accompanied by memories that never belonged to this life. At first, you had panicked, convinced that you would somehow become entangled in dramatic romances and dangerous adventures. Then you remembered the most wonderful detail imaginable: you weren't the heroine. The protagonist attended Night Raven College, surrounded by handsome love interests and exciting plot developments, while you lived peacefully in Foothill Town collecting rent money and worrying about whether the building's emergency lanterns needed replacing.
It was perfect.
The heroine had a job to do.
You did not.
This morning is the third Tuesday of the month, which means rent collection day. Your schedule has already been color-coded, checked twice, and arranged down to the minute, leaving absolutely no room for unexpected interruptions. Professor Crewel's apartment is your final stop before returning home, and you can't help smiling as you glance down at your pocket watch.
Seven thirty-two.
Right on schedule.
You climb the stairs toward Apartment 3-B with a light step, enjoying the familiar sounds drifting through the building. Someone downstairs is playing soft music while cleaning, the scent of fresh bread from a nearby bakery lingers in the morning air, and sunlight pours through the hallway windows in warm golden strips. Everything feels ordinary.
Then a glowing screen appears in front of your face.
You stop so abruptly that your shoes squeak against the floor.
How do you fail an otome game? More importantly, why is the System telling you about it? The original heroine attends Night Raven College, and you've never even met her before. Whatever catastrophe she's caused over there should have absolutely nothing to do with your peaceful, carefully scheduled existence.
You decide that this must be a glitch.
Yes.
A strange magical bug.
That explanation is significantly better than any alternative.
Determined to ignore the increasingly horrifying windows floating in your vision, you straighten your shoulders and knock on Professor Crewel's door exactly on time.
The door swings open almost immediately.
"Well, well. If it isn't my favorite little rabbit," Crewel says smoothly, one hand holding a coffee mug while the other extends an envelope toward you. Even this early in the morning, he looks impeccably put together, his expression carrying the familiar amusement he always seems to reserve for you. "Prompt as always. Good."
"Of course, Professor Crewel!" you reply, accepting the envelope with both hands. "Punctuality is extremely important. I couldn't possibly arrive late for rent collection."
"Hah. That's why I like you, pup. You understand that clocks exist for a reason."
Relief washes through you.
Normal conversation.
Normal morning.
Normal life.
You carefully note his payment on your clipboard and prepare to leave, only for Crewel to casually lean against the doorway.
"Oh, that reminds me," he says. "Your father spoke with me yesterday. He asked whether I knew of any part-time work opportunities that might suit you."
Your entire body freezes.
"...Part-time work?"
"Mm. Apparently, you're looking for something to do outside of helping with the apartments." His smile widens ever so slightly. "Conveniently enough, our benevolent Headmage announced this morning that Night Raven College requires another tutor. Naturally, I recommended you immediately."
Professor Crewel immediately notices the change in your expression, one elegant eyebrow arching as he takes another sip of his coffee. "Something the matter, pup?" he asks, his voice carrying the same casual confidence as always. "You look as though you've seen a ghost."
A ghost would have been preferable.
The original heroine had failed. Somehow, somewhere on campus, she had completely derailed the story that was supposed to happen, and now the System was searching for someone else to fill the empty role. Out of every person on Sage's Island—every student, every magician, every ordinary citizen—it had selected you. The very person who had spent years feeling grateful that she had been born safely outside the plot.
One final notification appears before your eyes, brighter and larger than all the others.
Your heart sinks straight into your stomach as reality finally settles over you. This wasn't a glitch. It wasn't a magical error or some temporary malfunction that would fix itself by tomorrow morning. Professor Crewel had already recommended you for a position at Night Raven College, the Headmage apparently needed another tutor, and the System had decided that those circumstances were enough to drag you directly into the story.
You had spent your entire life believing that the heroine's job belonged to someone else.
Apparently, the heroine hadn't been doing her job.
A hajidere becomes extremely shy and embarrassed when it comes to romance. They panic easily, overthink every interaction, and become flustered by even the smallest displays of affection.
── .ಇ You aren't shy in everyday life, but the moment the possibility of romance enters the picture, your brain completely short-circuits. The System says a confession event is approaching? Suddenly you're late for a very important (not)date on the other side of campus!
Kichidere (規律デレ)
A kichidere expresses affection through rules, structure, and guidance. Rather than openly admitting their feelings, they show love by worrying about someone's wellbeing and helping them maintain order in their life.
── .ಇ Riddle may scold you for skipping meals, staying up too late, or running across campus without taking breaks, but every criticism comes from a place of genuine care. The more he likes someone, the more involved he becomes in their daily routine.
Itazurakko (いたずらっ子)
An itazurakko loves teasing the person they care about. They enjoy provoking reactions, making jokes, and finding creative ways to get attention.
── .ಇ Ace constantly keeps conversations going long after tutoring sessions end and takes great pleasure in making you flustered. Unfortunately, his teasing usually hides genuine affection.
Jendere (ジェンデレ)
A jendere is kind, honest, and wholeheartedly devoted to helping the person they love. They naturally prioritize their happiness and wellbeing above everything else.
── .ಇ Deuce always offers to carry books, walk you to the bus stop, and help with anything you need. Even when he becomes embarrassed, his sincerity never wavers.
Darudere (ダルデレ)
A darudere appears lazy, unmotivated, and indifferent, but becomes much softer around someone they genuinely care about.
── .ಇ Leona constantly tells you to slow down, take naps, and stop stressing over schedules. While he acts like nothing bothers him, he quietly watches over the people important to him.
Smugdere
A smugdere is playful, confident, and loves acting clever around the person they like. They enjoy teasing others but secretly treasure their relationships.
── .ಇ Ruggie never misses an opportunity to joke, negotiate, or turn situations to his advantage. However, beneath all the laughter is someone incredibly loyal and hardworking.
Rindere (凛デレ)
A rindere maintains a composed, elegant, and intellectual image while struggling to express vulnerable emotions.
── .ಇ Azul would much rather offer you a contract than admit he enjoys your company. His feelings often hide behind business proposals, politeness, and carefully crafted excuses.
Sadodere (サドデレ)
A sadodere enjoys teasing, observing, and occasionally tormenting the person they care about—but never with malicious intent.
── .ಇ Jade finds your reactions endlessly fascinating and takes great joy in making you nervous. The more comfortable he becomes, the more playful his mischief grows.
Teasedere
A teasedere openly shows affection through playful behavior and constant attention.
── .ಇ Floyd loves dragging you into whatever interests him at the moment and giving you embarrassing nicknames. His emotions are unpredictable, but his attachment is always obvious.
Deredere (デレデレ)
The classic romantic archetype. A deredere is cheerful, affectionate, and completely honest about caring for others.
── .ಇ Kalim never hides how much he enjoys spending time with you. He wants everyone around him to be happy and naturally includes you in everything he does.
Hinedere (ひねデレ)
A hinedere is cynical, guarded, and reluctant to trust others, but gradually opens up over time.
── .ಇ Jamil notices your exhaustion long before anyone else, though he rarely expresses concern directly. His affection appears through actions rather than words.
Himedere (姫デレ)
A himedere carries themselves with confidence, elegance, and high standards. They expect excellence from both themselves and the people around them.
── .ಇ Vil pushes you to take better care of yourself because he genuinely wants you to thrive. His demanding nature comes from a place of affection and admiration.
Nijidere (虹デレ)
A nijidere sees beauty and romance in everything around them. They love passionately and express their admiration openly and dramatically.
── .ಇ Rook finds even the smallest details about you fascinating and worthy of praise. Every interaction becomes poetry in his eyes.
Dere-tsun (デレツン)
Unlike a tsundere, who starts cold before becoming affectionate, a dere-tsun begins warm and caring but occasionally acts prickly or defensive out of embarrassment.
── .ಇ Epel genuinely likes helping others and wants to be dependable, but his pride gets in the way whenever someone calls him cute or questions his masculinity. He may grumble and deny things, but his affection is never truly hidden.
Hikikomori Utsudere
An utsudere struggles with low self-esteem and often assumes the worst about themselves, while a hikikomori prefers isolation and avoids social interaction.
── .ಇ Idia genuinely believes he's an NPC in everyone else's story and panics whenever conversations become too personal. Yet the more comfortable he grows, the more enthusiastic and affectionate he becomes.
Kuudere (クーデレ)
A kuudere appears calm, reserved, and emotionally distant, but possesses deep feelings beneath the surface.
── .ಇ Malleus rarely expresses excitement outwardly, though he treasures every interaction he shares with you. His quiet nature often makes his affection even more meaningful.
Dandere (ダンデレ)
A dandere is naturally quiet, soft-spoken, and reserved, but becomes more expressive around people they trust.
── .ಇ Silver may struggle to communicate his feelings directly, but his actions always speak for him. His loyalty and kindness remain constant, even when words fail.
top things the Lord has been teaching me recently:
I do not need to pray God’s will into existence; I just need to pray that I would be aligned with it.
genuine self-examination requires humility, honesty, and an understanding of both God’s grace and His standard of perfection.
my job day to day is to demonstrate the character of Christ, which involves studying it in His Word and imitating it.
I will never be perfect or close to it, but I need to be very watchful and willing to change the flaws God makes me aware of.
with all the things God has forgiven me for, I have absolutely no excuse for holding grudges against anyone else.
there’s nothing I or anyone else can do to stop God’s perfect plan from happening, but I still need to seek His will in doing what’s right.
anything I’m not willing to trustingly place in God’s hands is an idol that I’m trying to maintain control over.
God is not waiting for an opportunity to punish me for the things I do wrong; He’s waiting for the chance to reconcile with me when I repent.
I don’t need to punish myself or wait a certain amount of time before I repent and reconcile with God after I make mistakes; He’s ready and waiting for me whenever I come to Him.
there’s nothing I need to do to re-earn God’s love and grace after I sin because I didn’t do anything to earn it in the first place.
the good things I do for God are not requirements for His love, but extensions and expressions of it.
everything I do for God’s glory on earth will have an eternal significance.
every good thing that I long for right now will one day be fulfilled when I’m in His eternal presence.
living in a close relationship with God and in accordance with His will is so much sweeter and more fulfilling than anything I might seek instead.
despite my own initial reluctance, the Lord really impressed upon me that this was His message that He wanted to share. He always warns in love, as a family member warns their loved ones when they see danger coming. for it's not His will that any should perish, but all should come to repentance (2 Peter 3:9).
and if you see these things come to pass and you're still here, you can still accept Jesus' salvation. but it will be hard. don't take the Mark of the Antichrist on your forehead or hand, your eternal death would then be sealed. believe on the Lord Jesus Christ today, He is the only way!
"For everyone has sinned; we all fall short of God's glorious standard." -Romans 3:23
"But God showed His great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners. And since we have been made right in God's sight by the blood of Christ, He will certainly save us from God's condemnation." -Romans 5:8-9