玲海

"where blades and hearts collide."

[irrzur]

⛓️‍💥 . ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. ་༘࿐ All for Yuta Okkotsu ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ ་༘࿐。꒰ঌ 🗡️ ᐝ໒꒱

hello, I'm Reimi .𖥔 ݁ ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚. ˙⋆✮. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁. Eighteen, Virgo

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"Navigation". 🗝️

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*merch photos by me please don't steal them :(

[irrzur]

Mini Ita bag check .ᐟ.ᐟ

[irrzur]

Mini Ita bag check .ᐟ.ᐟ

[stqrgumi]

⋆˚꩜｡ dating yuta okkotsu headcanons

cws: none, just fluff. gn!reader

- one of the gentlest lovers of all time. being a special grade sorcerer, yuta knows that he's incredibly strong, but with you he drops all of that. he treats you with genuine sweetness, respect, and soft affection

- he goes out of his way to ensure that your needs are always met. he would hate for you to be dissatisfied

- he remembers all the little details you tell him. every favorite you've ever mentioned, he keeps it stored away in his memory for later. he'll often bring you a favorite food or drink when he sees that you've been neglecting to take care of yourself

- similarly, he is good at gift giving. he's incredibly thoughtful, but again he just remembers everything about you. he sees the way you look at stuff that you want but won't buy. somehow those items always become a gift whether it's random or for a holiday, birthday, or anniversary

- he is incredibly protective of his lover. not necessarily possessive, but he will do anything to keep you safe

- he is deathly afraid of losing you, the thought sickens him. as long as you're his you can rest easily every night. yuta is dedicated to being by your side

- he can be a bit obsessive sometimes, but it's just because he loves you so much. he is completely head over heels in love. that boy would do anything for you

- physical touch is one of his favorite love languages because he cannot get enough of showing you how much he loves you. he insists on kissing you as often as possible: good morning, good night, hello, and goodbye. everything calls for a quick kiss. yuta often finds himself reaching for your hand in public, his fingers needing to intertwine with yours. when he returns from long missions the first thing on his mind is being in your arms. he wraps you in a tight hug before pulling you in for a kiss. the rest of that night will be spent with him holding you in his arms and talking until you both drift off to sleep

- cuddling brings him a sense of relief and safety that he never felt before you. when he's with you he can completely melt into your touch and stop worrying about being a strong sorcerer. all he needs to be right now is your sweet boyfriend

- sleep comes easily for him when he's with you. he spends his days filled with unease and constant stress, but once he crawls into bed with you all those feelings melt away and his eyes feel heavy. you don't even need to be in bed for him to fall asleep against you. there have been several occasions where he has dozed off with his head on your lap or resting against your shoulder. he really needed the rest and you are his anchor of peace

- yuta frequently verbalizes his love for you. sometimes he fears he says, "i love you," too much, but he needs you to know it's true. before every mission he tells you he loves you, just in case it is the last time

- he can very easily pick you up, and often will pick you up, squeezing you with near full strength before realizing that he needed to tone it down. 95% of the time he is the most gentle boy you will ever meet, but that 5% of the time... it's almost scary how strong he is. most of the times he's done this were out of pure excitement, he'd been gone for a while and couldn't hold back the energy once he got to hold you. he profusely apologizes after and spends the next hour softly kissing your entire body and whispering sweet words to you

- in conclusion, yuta is the softest lover ever and he's completely addicted to you

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[beljude]

[hidingwhere]

⋆˚꩜｡ Yuta falls asleep when you kiss him

It starts simply, a quick peck to your boyfriends lips as you climb into bed beside him. Then, another kiss when you crawl on top of him and settle on his chest, head tilted up to admire his beauty.

Your lips find his nose, peppering tiny kisses over the pale skin and working over his cheeks, watching his eyes flutter when you got closer to them. A few more were pressed against his lips before you glanced up and realised his eyes had flickered shut permanently. You pushed your head up and pressed more kisses against his forehead, feeling his grip on your waist loosen as he fell deeper into sleep.

You held back a quiet laugh as you felt his chest rise and fall in even rhythms, finally getting the rest it deserved after a hard day of fighting curses. As you tip off his chest and settle next to him on the bed, his arm falls to the mattress and a deep rumble emits from his chest. Yuta looks so peaceful like this, the constant frown lines on his forehead gone when he’s deep in unconsciousness, no longer worrying about the dangers of the world and trying to protect everyone he cares for.

It’s amusing how he falls asleep from only the gentle caress of your lips against his skin, and even more amusing when he wakes up a few hours later, blindly reaching for you as you watch TV and stuff your hand in a bag of popcorn.

“Baby?” He asks curiously, sitting up and blinking the sleepiness away, slender fingers reaching to touch yours. “How long was I asleep for?”

“A couple of hours.” You shrug and turn to him, breaking out in a smile seeing his disheveled hair. “You fell asleep when I was kissing you.”

His eyes find yours immediately before he groans in embarrassment. “Sorry, darling. I was tired from my mission.”

“It’s okay. It was cute, really.”

“Cute?” He croaks out.

You nod. “I’m starting to think I have magical sleeping powers.”

He produces a small laugh. “Something like that.”

[lightfeltmemories]

toge inumaki; general boyfriend headcanons

note: my first work related to jjk, and i can't lie, i like the funny cursed speech user he's a cutie, so, here are some sfw mainly fluff headcanons if he was your boyfriend, if he's ooc i apologize, don't chew my asshole a new one i'm new here. (some of my headcanons are also inspired from some i saw on tik tok), requests are open for any jjk character (yes, even mahito) if you want to see more content like this.

tags & warnings: mentions of period products.

to start, since he can't exactly speak, it's going to be difficult to speak with you, so, if you manage to snag his phone number things will be a whole lot easier for the both of you, and thus, gives him the confidence to ask you out (please say yes.)

someone like panda or maki will probably let you know beforehand like a "yeah he likes you" or something.

but once you say yes, you'll have pretty much contemplated on whether or not you've found your soulmate.

he likes getting active with you, playing sports and such, even if you're not the best at it, he still sees it as a form of bonding and quality time, may or may not get a bit too competitive sometimes and you will cry if he wins too many times.

you are not exempt from his trolling, if anything, you're more susceptible, he won't do anything too over the top though, just some lighthearted fun the both of you can enjoy.

is definitely the type to send a meme to keep the convo going, and a reaction image when you say something that calls for the right opportunity to send it.

loves cuddling and watching movies or youtube videos with you, mainly the latter,

(over text) calls you babe or baby, or even a weird nicknamed variation of your name, doesn't mind if you call him bro since he'll do the same to you.

not the jealous type, unless someone says something to or about you that makes you uncomfortable (uses his cursed speech to tell them to shit their pants), isn't very controlling either, doesn't care about what you wear out.

but this doesn't mean he won't let people know you're his, such as walking beside you or hand in hand.

posts you on his instagram, he's insanely cheeky and cringe about it too, a picture of the two of you together at a carnival and the caption is "my world" or something of that nature, straight middle school cornball shit.

he also has loads of pictures of you... doing whatever, he may or may not have snuck a picture of you sleeping once or twice, he couldn't help it, you were cute.

if you were to ever ask him the question "would you still love me if i was a worm" his answer would be a sarcastic "no."

doesn't let you steal his food.

is the type to ask "what size is your pussy" when he's going to get tampons/pads for you, probably much to your annoyance, he also doesn't have much shame in doing it, either.

he's very protective of you, and wants to keep you safe.

mixed on pda, he's affectionate but not shameless about it, he'll give you a kiss on the cheek, a peck on the lips, or a hug.

when looking through his phone he doesn't have much going on, and definitely doesn't text anyone else romantically, he doesn't even like selfies of other girls, that man is loyal hands down, and expects the same for you.

he cooks for you sometimes, but can also teach you how to if you don't know how.

doesn't care much for gender roles.

doesn't mind being big spoon or little spoon, as long as he gets to sleep next to you.

loves seeing you in his clothes, with your scent tied to it and all.

likes going to parks and fun events with you.

he definitely wants to marry you one day, not too sure on kids, though.

he loves you more than anything and you know that. :)

[irrzur]

When you study too hard

boyfriend!Theodore x Slytherin!Reder

cw: Slytherin!reader, pureblood+wealthy family!reader, established relationship, google translated Italian.

a/n: I have been working with midterms and projects for uni lately, and I need this myself

The sound of quills scribbling on papers filled the library. Whispers were exchanged and book pages were flipped. Exams had begun to come around the corner as the year's about to end.

Coming from a pureblood family with high social status, your parents had always held high expectations for academic achievements. A look of disapproval and the scowl they'd make whenever you didn't get an Outstanding, had become one of your biggest fears. You were grateful for everything they provided you, allowing you to grow in such environment, therefore you hate disappointing them.

And so you were anxious, too scared to fail.

Books opened on the wooden table, paper covered in words scattered across. You were lost in concentration, busy memorising the context and furiously writing down notes. Eye scanning through the text, not wanting to miss anything important.

Focusing so hard that you failed noticing someone approaching from behind. Until a pair of hands softly placed on your shoulder, the smell of smoke and expensive cologne filled your sense.

Warm, familiar, and smells like home.

"You're pushing yourself too hard, amore."

You huffed and leaned back into him, "S'not my fault Theo, exams are coming up, can't risk failing them." a pause, "You know how my parents are."

He laughed quietly, "Well, I'm aware. But I believe you could've done just fine even without studying too hard." he pulled out a chair right next to you, "You need to rest, tesoro."

Bitting your lower lips, you sighed, "Well I'll try, but no promises. m'too scared to fail and disappoint them."

Theo leaned close, tugging a stray strand of hair behind your ears, "You'll do amazing, you always do." then he pressed his lips on yours, soft and affectionate, "la mia bella ragazza, smart and sweet."

As his mouth pressed on yours, you felt exhaustion hitting you. Eyes lids getting heavy, and head began to drop. Sensing the wariness, Theo puts an arm around your shoulder, "Tesoro, let's go to bed, shall we?" he pulls you close, "You'll continue this when you get enough rest."You nodded lazily against him, he smiled and gathered your belongings.

The walk back to the dorms went smoothly, the both of you managed to avoid the perfects. Quickly murmuring the password as the pair slipped in the common room. Now soundless and only a few students still sitting in, warm fire flicking in the fireplace, bringing comfort and little light.

"Stay with me, please." you muttered, tugging the hem of his jumper.

Theo chuckled, "As you wish, principessa."

'I'd be there for you anytime you need me' he thought to himself as he guided you back to your room with his hands on your small back.

[showhay]

thirst

— getting mind reading powers then being body slammed by rintarō’s thoughts aren’t really in your to-do list.

suna rintarō x telepath!f!reader

c/w: fluff fluff fluff fluff!! a bit suggestive, (unsaid) threats, cursing, dirty thoughts

i can’t find the one who requested 😔

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

you never thought your life would get ruined by something as stupid as mind-reading. super strength, teleportation, flying? fine, you’d take those. but no—your gift is hearing what’s rattling around in other people’s heads, which is 80% nonsense, 15% food, and 5% things you wish you could scrub from your memory with bleach.

you begged the universe to take it back.

the universe said no and flipped you off.

atsumu’s brain is a crime scene. osamu’s is a constant stream of onigiri recipe adjustments. aran’s is… surprisingly calm, like jazz music. but suna rintarō?

suna’s head is a deranged fanfiction where you are the unwilling main character.

see, you always thought suna disliked you. he never talks to you unless necessary, never acknowledges your presence outside the role of manager, and his whole vibe screams i would rather nap than engage with humanity. you’d been convinced he couldn’t stand your voice, the way you hover around practice, or the fact that you even exist.

but then you heard him think for the first time.

and it was not the voice of someone indifferent. it was the voice of a man clinging to the edge of sanity by his fingertips. you had this guy screaming like a high school girl who got a letter from her crush.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

it starts during morning drills. you’re crouched down, collecting stray balls near the sideline, when suna’s internal monologue slams into you like a freight train:

‘don’t bend over. don’t bend over. oh my god she’s bending over. jesus christ, i could write a dissertation on her thighs. if i look too long, i’ll drool. i’m literally drooling. am i drooling? oh my god, check your chin. act cool. look bored. bored. BORED.’

you glance up just in time to see suna leaning against the wall with that trademark deadpan, half-lidded expression. he looks like he hasn’t had a single thought in days. which is hilarious, because five seconds ago he was practically making a shrine out of your kneecaps in his mind.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

another time, you’re sitting on the bench scribbling down some notes on rotation patterns. suna’s nearby, idly tying and untying his shoelaces. outwardly, he looks like the human embodiment of the “…” typing bubble. inwardly, though?

‘her fingers. holy shit, her fingers. i want to suck on her fingers. i’d let her break my neck with those. look at the way she holds the pen. elegant. majestic. i could frame a picture of her hand holding that pen and hang it above my bed. i’d bow to it every morning like it’s the fucking sun. she’s gripping the pen tighter. fuck, i wish that was my—RINTARŌ STOP IT.’

you almost drop your clipboard. suna doesn’t even blink. just sits there in silence, probably imagining you strangling him with athletic tape.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

lunch breaks are the worst. one day you’re eating an onigiri osamu made, minding your business, when suna’s thoughts bleed into your head like some cursed radio frequency:

‘she’s eating. holy fuck, she’s eating. look at her lips. look at the way the rice sticks. i’d pay money to be a grain of rice right now. god, i’d be the happiest carb alive. i wonder if she chews soft or hard. jesus christ, listen to yourself, rintarō, you’re disgusting. no, but really—imagine if she fed me a bite. i’d get on my knees for that. in public. i don’t care.’

you choke so hard on the onigiri that aran has to hand you his water bottle. suna just sits there with that same neutral face, but you can feel him vibrating internally like a broken washing machine.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

his obsession leaks into the smallest, dumbest situations.

you say, “good serve, aran!” during a scrimmage. suna’s brain short-circuits: ‘why not me? why the fuck, not me? i can serve. i’ll serve right now. i’ll serve until my arm falls off. say good serve, suna, please, god, i’ll sell my soul.’

when you do say, “good block, suna!” his response is so underwhelming—just a lazy “thanks”—that no one would suspect he’s having a full-blown meltdown inside: ‘holy fuck, she saw me. she noticed me. she loves me. this is it. this is the beginning of our epic romance. kita, you’re best man. atsumu, you’re not invited.’

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

he’s constantly thinking about stupid scenarios: if you tripped, he’d catch you bridal style ‘perfect excuse to touch her waist, god please trip just once, i’ll even stick my foot out’. if you offered him a sip of your water bottle, he’d drink from the exact same spot your lips touched ‘indirect kiss, fuck yes. fuck no, i’m hard’. if you said you were cold, he’d strip off his jersey and force it on you ‘she’ll smell like me. i’ll smell like her. i’ll never wash it again. rot in filth? worth it. should i get my brain checked?’ nah man, you’re good, just a lil off the grid.

you’ll be adjusting the scoreboard and hear: ‘she’s reaching up, that shirt’s riding higher, if i look i’m a creep, but if i don’t look i’ll regret it forever. fuck it. tiny glance. okay, enough. another glance. i’m so hard right now, i’m going to hell. and she’s the devil leading me there and i’d thank her. NO, GO TO THE BATHROOM AND DROW YOURSELF, RINTARŌ.’

all while his face is the picture of absolute boredom.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

the wildest part? you still like him. even with the knowledge that suna rintarō is mentally begging to be hand-fed rice balls and strangled with athletic tape, your crush hasn’t died. if anything, it’s worse.

you used to just think he had pretty eyes and a lazy kind of charm. now you know that beneath his flat, apathetic exterior is a man drooling, panting, and metaphorically clawing at the walls of his skull every time you so much as breathe in his direction.

it’s pathetic. it’s hilarious. it’s… honestly kind of endearing.

and the best part is: he has absolutely no idea you can hear every single thirsty, desperate, completely unhinged thought.

for now, you let him keep his dignity.

but oh, is he going to combust when the truth comes out.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

you never realized how long you could keep a secret until now. weeks of knowing suna rintarō’s brain runs like a one-man late-night broadcast, starring you, featuring you, directed by his catastrophically deprived imagination.

and you thought you could handle it.

but today, your poker face finally cracks.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

it’s the end of practice. the boys are sweaty and loud, volleyballs scattered across the floor like confetti. you’re walking along the sideline, clipboard hugged to your chest, when it happens. you bend down to pick up a stray ball, and there it is, blasting straight into your skull like surround sound:

‘that skirt. oh my fucking god. she bent over again. if god loved me, he’d let me crawl under the bleachers and just sniff—no. stop. act cool. bored. bored face. eyes half-shut. don’t stare too long. don’t drool. is my mouth open? close your mouth, idiot. I’M DROOLING! jesus, i need to bite something. maybe the ball. maybe my jersey. maybe her a—’

you snort. loudly.

suna’s head swivels, sharp despite the usual droopy eyes. that look could kill. not because it’s scary—because it’s too calculating, like he’s already putting the puzzle together.

you slap a hand over your mouth, praying he’ll shrug it off. he doesn’t. he stares.

“…what’s so funny?”

your silence is answer enough.

his mind stutters, then detonates:

‘she knows. she KNOWS. holy shit, she’s been listening this whole time. months of me begging to be hand-fed grapes like a roman emperor. months of me imagining her thighs as a pillow. she knows i’d drink her bathwater. she knows that i prepared my vows. SHE KNOWS THAT I WANT 6 KIDS. oh my god. oh my actual god. dig a grave. lower me in. quick. before she tells anyone.’

your composure crumbles. a laugh bursts out, sharp and bright. it echoes in the emptying gym.

suna looks like someone just unplugged him from the matrix.

“you,” he says slowly, voice flat but dangerous. “you can hear me.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

he doesn’t yell. he doesn’t even move fast. he just stands there, staring at you like a man watching his own funeral procession.

“oh my god,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. “you’ve been hearing me. all of it.”

the second-hand embarrassment is so bad you almost feel sorry for him. almost.

he collapses onto the floor, sitting like his knees gave out. “…i’m ruined.”

his thoughts pour like a faucet he can’t shut off.

‘she knows i called her my future wife in my head during drills. she knows i mentally thanked god for inventing legs when she wore shorts. she knows i once spent a full set fantasizing about being her chair. i can’t look at her. no, i have to look. she’s so pretty when she laughs. god, i’d let her spit in my face. oh my god she knows that too.’

“rin,” you wheeze, covering your face to hide your grin.

“don’t,” he cuts in flatly, voice muffled behind his hands. “don’t even say my name. every time you say it, my brain takes its clothes off. you know that now. you know everything. i’m exposed. humiliated. reduced to dust.”

you laugh harder, doubling over, and he groans like you’re stabbing him in the chest in a hot way. how does that work? don’t ask me.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

minutes pass. the gym is nearly empty. it’s just the two of you, and suna’s pride in shreds on the floor. finally, he tips his head back against the wall and says, “i’m serious. i should transfer schools. start fresh. join a monastery. shave my head. take a vow of silence. maybe celibacy. actually, no, i can’t do celibacy. not with you around.”

his thoughts churn.

‘look at her sitting there, laughing like sunshine. i’d let her carve her name into my forehead with a rusty nail. i’d be honored. i’d be grateful. she has no idea how bad i want to—oh wait, no, she does. she knows everything. holy fuck, i’m sweating. do i smell? god, i hope i smell good. maybe like desperation. maybe she likes desperation. i’d bathe in it if she asked.’

you clutch your clipboard like it’s the only thing keeping you alive. “you’re insane,” you manage.

“you’re telling me.” he finally looks at you, straight-on, with that terrifying flat expression that makes everything he says sound 100% dead serious. “i can’t be normal around you. i’ve tried. i’ve failed. i’ve been mentally begging for you to step on my chest since day one.”

“rin!” you squeak.

“what?” he shrugs, but his ears are crimson. “you already know. might as well say it. i’m pathetic. i’m depraved. i’m…” his voice dips, and for once, it’s not bored—it’s rough, desperate. “…completely yours. in my head. in real life. everywhere.”

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

you swallow. hard. because for all the ridiculous filth spilling out of him, there’s something underneath. something raw and sharp. he means it. every single depraved thought, every humiliating daydream—he means it, because it’s him.

and you like it.

so you lean closer, just enough for your knee to bump his. “so what are you going to do about it?”

his breath catches.

his brain combusts: ‘kiss her. touch her. marry her. crawl inside her pocket and live there forever. no, be cool. be chill. you’ve never been chill in your life. fuck it, just kiss her. now. do it before kita walks in and ruins it.’

and for once, suna doesn’t overthink. he tilts his head lazily, like it’s no big deal, and kisses you.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

it’s not graceful. his mouth is hot, clumsy, too much all at once, but his hands tremble like he’s holding something holy. and all you can hear is static—loud, overwhelming static punctuated by stray words: mine mine mine mine mine.

he pulls back just slightly, eyes half-lidded, smirk twitching at the corner. “you still laughing at me?”

you grin. “a little.”

his brain screams. ‘oh god she smiled. she smiled at me. i’d sell atsumu for her smile. i’d kill aran. i’d kill me. end me, bury me, as long as she smiles while doing it.’

you kiss him again just to shut him up.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

later, as you sit shoulder-to-shoulder on the gym floor, suna murmurs, “so you really heard everything, huh?”

“everything,” you confirm.

he sighs, slow and dramatic. “then i guess you already know i’m never letting you go.”

you laugh softly. “yeah. i know.”

and the static in your head doesn’t stop—‘should i give her a hickey? should i kiss her again? do i take her home now? oh wait, can i take her home? we’re technically married. oh i just realized that i can bury my face between her thighs now, yup, definitely taking her home.’—but maybe you don’t want it to.

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

‎♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

a: idk i accidentally deleted this so i wrote a new one. not before crashing out, obviously.

© showhay — don’t copy nor translate without my permission. i do not own any of the photos that i have used. credits to all the rightful owners. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

iloveu

[kuroken-divorce-arc]

Suna Rintaro— Picture Perfect

(timeskip era, fluff, slice of life, winter date)

│ he swears he’s “just testing the lighting,” but his camera roll says otherwise.

Day 30 of the 31 Days of Haikyuu Winter

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the winter air is crisp — cold enough to turn your breath into tiny clouds, warm enough that your hands tucked into suna’s coat pocket stay comfortable. evening lights glow along the street, strung above the sidewalk like scattered stars. your boots crunch softly through patches of old snow as you walk.

suna’s hand is wrapped loosely around yours inside his pocket. it’s warm. steady. casual… except not really.

every few steps, you feel him glance at you.

and then—

click.

you nearly jump. “rin.”

“what?”

“you didn’t even warn me.”

“didn’t need to,” he says, lifting his phone slightly. “you looked good already.”

you squint. “you’ve taken three pictures in the last thirty seconds.”

“four,” he corrects, taking another.

“rintaro!”

he smirks — slow, lazy, smug — but there’s a softness in his eyes that ruins the faux-indifference completely.

“I’m documenting our date,” he says simply.

“you’re stalking me with an iPhone.”

“mm,” he tilts his head, pretending to think, “that’s just a side benefit.”

you elbow him gently. he huffs a laugh, arm tightening around yours as he pulls you closer, steam rising from the both of you in the cold.

the two of you wander through a small winter market — mugs of hot cocoa steaming in your hands, holiday music drifting through the air. suna barely looks at the booths, too busy pointing his camera at you whenever you turn toward a string light or smile at something cute.

you try to glare at him.

it doesn’t work.

he tilts your chin with one finger. “don’t look at me like that. I’m gonna take more.”

“you’re impossible.”

“and you’re pretty,” he counters, pressing a quick kiss to your temple, “unfortunate combination for my storage capacity.”

you blush so hard he has the audacity to take a picture of that too.

eventually, you wander into the small indoor arcade connected to the market — warm, loud, glowing with pink neon.

and there it is. the photobooth.

“no,” you say immediately.

“yes,” suna answers at the same time.

“rin—”

he’s already guiding you toward it.

“come on,” he murmurs, voice low near your ear. “we need at least one normal picture of us. for the records.”

“you’ll just make a stupid face.”

“no,” he says, opening the curtain, “you will. which is why I’m controlling the timing.”

you roll your eyes, but step inside anyway. the booth smells faintly of old velvet and sugar from the cotton candy stand outside. suna sits close beside you — too close — thigh pressed to yours, arm draped behind your shoulders as he feeds coins into the slot.

the screen flickers.

3… 2… 1…

the first photo is perfect — you smiling, him looking at you like the rest of the world blurred out.

then the second countdown starts.

suna turns his head the instant the timer hits 2. you feel his breath on your cheek.

“smile.”

“rin—”

click.

you’re laughing, half turning toward him, surprised.

the third timer begins.

he catches your hand and threads your fingers with his.

click.

your laugh turns bright, eyes half-closed, suna leaning in closer.

fourth timer.

he watches your expression shift — softening, warming — and something flickers across his own face.

click.

his nose brushes yours.

final frame.

there’s no warning. no pause. no hesitation.

he cups your jaw and kisses you — slow, warm, full — the kind of kiss that fills the tiny booth with something glowing and quiet and alive.

you don’t hear the shutter at all.

when the strip prints, you hold it between you both in the neon light.

first photo: normal. second: laughing. third: hands laced. fourth: gentle almost-kiss. fifth: kissing, fully, completely, beautifully.

you look up at him. he’s already looking at you.

“you’re ridiculous,” you murmur.

he leans down again, pressing a tiny kiss just beneath your jaw.

“you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs back. “and now I have proof.”

you swat at him lightly. he catches your wrist, pulling you into his side as you walk out of the booth into the warm arcade glow.

and, of course, he lifts his phone.

click.

“rin!”

“what? lighting’s good.”

“stop taking pictures of me!”

“no.”

your heart flips. your cheeks warm. and suna — endlessly annoyingly, devastatingly gentle — kisses the side of your head as he murmurs:

“if I could save this whole night forever, I would.”

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Day 30 of the 31 Days of Haikyuu Winter

[oleander-cup]

hehehe im gonna request off the prompt event :3

suna + nothing to tell

ily; don't forget to eat and drink well!! <3

how long - suna x reader || wc: 3.2k || tags: secret relationship, bets, general teasing and shenanigans, i got carried away with the prompt, banter, fluff || masterlist || taglist form || prompt list

The apartment is cold, as usual, the weather outside only making it more prevalent as goosebumps line the skin on your arms. "Can we turn the heater on, I swear it's like a morgue in here." You make your way towards the bed and close the door behind you. Suna lifts his arm up to make space for you under the blanket and quickly allows it to drop over you and his head to rest on your shoulder.

"Mmm, no." There's a slight smile to his face and he opens his eyes to look at you before closing them again. "I like it like this."

"What me freezing my ass off in your cold apartment?" You hit him lightly on the shoulder and he squeezes you tighter.

"You in my bed."

"You're evil." He just hums in response as your fingers lightly comb through his hair. "I give it two weeks."

"Until what?"

"Until our friends figure out that you trapped me in a relationship with you."

"You have too much faith in them, Kita will probably be the only one to figure it out quickly. That's only because he's scarily good at reading us."

"Wanna bet?" That makes him perk up, he lifts his head from your shoulder to look you in the eyes. There's a lingering easiness with him, the world seems just a fraction calmer when he's with you. "If our friends don't figure it out in three weeks, I'll have a full day where we do whatever you want."

"I say they don't figure it out until after a month. Just to clarify the rules, are we saying all of our friends or more than two?"

"Mmm…" You think for a moment. "More than two, Atsumu probably won't believe it until we outright tell him." You both laugh at that. You shake hands and let the day continue as you had originally planned, just sitting in comfortable, albeit cold, company with Suna until you have to all but pry him off of you to go back to your own home. Still, he he helps you put on your own coat and takes your hand as he walks you to your home.

You don't even notice the change yourself, it's the same as it's always been. As you sit surrounded by your friends at a small table in Onigiri Miya the last thing on your mind is your newfound relationship. Suna doesn't even sit next to you, he finds more fun in teasing Atsumu while Kita tries to wrangle them all in with a sigh.

"How long?" Aran asks and you slowly turn your gaze back to him.

"What do you mean?" He tilts his head over to Suna before giving you a knowing look. Your mouth opens slightly and you shake your head. "Oh, how did you?"

"You look at him differently now and I've seen him look over here every time you start laughing. Just a guess, glad to know I'm still right. When were you guys planning on telling us?" He gives you a teasing smile and you kick him under the table lightly resulting in a small laugh from him while he tries to feign being hurt.

"We want to see how long it takes everyone to figure it out. If it's always this quick it won't be much fun though."

"I don't think you have to worry, Kita is probably the only other one to guess. Osamu and Atsumu aren't…Well, you know them. Osamu will probably figure it out first."

"Probably." He doesn't mention it when you look over to Suna once more, your eyes locking for a brief moment and a small smile gracing his features. "It's nice, being with him. Sure he frustrates me to no end but…it's secure. He makes the world feel just a bite more gentle." You gag lightly and turn back to Aran. "Eww, there must be something wrong with me. I think I'm sick."

"Lovesick maybe." You glare at him lightly.

As you walk out of the resturant you wave your goodbyes. Suna walks a few paces behind you and after you round the corner he takes his hand from his jacket pocket and grabs your own. You take one step closer to him and he squeezes your hand lightly, you've noticed that habit of his. How when he holds you he squeezes you just a bit tighter for a moment as though he's trying to memorize the feeling of you pressed against him.

"Aran knows." He doesn't seem surprised when you speak up, just a slight hum in respond to you. "I assume Kita does too if the look in his eyes when you followed me is anything to go by."

"He does. He asked me earlier if I thought he was blind, it was kind of weird to have him tease me about it. I guess he's been hanging out with the twins too much."

"That's rich coming from you."

"Yeah, yeah," he squeezes your hand again and moves your intertwined hands to the warmth of his jacket pocket. "You can stay over if you want, I don't really feel like walking all the way to your apartment."

"You don't have to walk me home."

"I know, but I feel better when I do. What if you slip and fall on your face and I'm not there to record it?" You push him and scrunch your nose. "Plus it's dark, I don't want you walking home alone in the dark."

"And what if I don't want to stay at your house hmm?"

"Then I would walk you home." He shrugs like it's the easiest sentence in the world. For him, perhaps it is. When you factor in the almost twenty minute walk from your home to his— it makes the small gesture feel just a bit more important than before. "Don't make it into something big, I am literally doing the bare minimum, maybe even less than that honestly."

"It just…feels nice. To know you would do that."

"The only difference it makes to me is that I don't have to worry about you getting lost and scammed." He teases and you know it's to mask his actual concerns. Suna has always been good at making everything seem like it comes naturally, especially when you're involved.

He makes himself at home when you arrive at your apartment, he sets his shoes next to yours and takes your coat to hang it next to his in the small closet by the door. You walk behind him and to your room where he immediately goes to the dresser to toss sleep clothes to you and grab his own. You weren't sure when you had made room in your dresser for him and you couldn't remember when he had brought clothes of his own to fill the space.

"I think we should rethink the terms of our deal." You mention offhandedly from the bathroom as you wash your face.

"Are you trying to cheat?"

"No, It's just. Well," you walk out of the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bed. "Kita and Aran already know, so I just need one more person to win." He clicks his phone off and leans onto his arm to prop himself up as you join him under the blanket. "Seems a bit unfair to you." He shrugs.

"We already decided, it wouldn't feel as good knowing I won just because you switched the rules." He pokes your arm. "Seems you don't have faith in me to win, that hurts." When you don't respond to his teasing he sets his phone on the bedside table and lays his head down next to yours on the pillow. "What's going on? We can call off the whole bet if you aren't feeling it anymore."

"It's not that, it's just." You roll onto your back and let out a small sigh. "I realized that we don't really act that different from when we were friends tonight. I mean yeah, we might look at each other differently but. I don't know what I'm trying to say."

"We're not the most lovey dovey people to begin with. It makes sense a lot of our actions wouldn't really change." When you frown at him he places a hand on your face and gently lifts himself up so you two can be face to face again. "We don't need to change how we act just because someone else doesn't think it's the right way to act in a relationship." He sighs again when he notices your expression still not change. "You know I love you right? Who else do I let put their cold feet on me to warm up or buy their products for my own house so they feel more comfortable being here." You smile slightly and he leans down to kiss your forehead. "If it will make you happy, I can tone up my lovey dovey dial to 100 from here on out. But, I just want to do it if it makes you happy and not because it's how you think it should be."

"Serious Rin is weird, go back to making fun of me or something." You scrunch your face at him and he rolls his eyes and pinches your cheek.

"You make me insane."

"But you love me."

"Yeah, I do." No matter how many times he admits it, you're not sure you'll ever get used to it. He lays back down next to you and you turn to face him. "Will you turn off the light so we can go to bed now?"

"Rude." You flick the lamp off and adjust yourself so your head rests against his chest. His heartbeat your favorite rhythm to fall asleep to. "You don't have to change."

"I know, you like me just as I am."

"Well, there might be a few things I would change."

"Go to sleep."

The next incident neither of you notice until it's too late. Suna, for all of his smart moments, will absentmindedly post on his professional story without thinking. This had worked fine in the past, usually just a photo of what he had for breakfast that morning or a zero effort mirror selfie of him giving a thumbs up to the camera. Often times there would even be just a repost of a meme making fun of Atsumu.

The story was innocent enough: just a picture of the top of his face with a book covering the bottom half. He didn't even think about the hair tie on his wrist, why would he, it was just a hair tie. According to the internet that was definite proof of his relationship, it made him laugh. "Hey, come here." For once the two of you were at your apartment.

"Hmm? What are they making fun of Atsumu for now?" You walk out from the kitchen where you were cleaning up breakfast and lean over the back of the couch to look at his phone. "Oh, not Atsumu."

"This is genuinely hilarious. They have deduced your existence by the mere fact that I have a hair tie on my wrist." You can't help your own laughter at the absurdity of it.

"Your hair is quite long." You scratch his scalp lightly before dropping your hand back down. "How do they know it's not for you?"

"You make good points but this is almost too funny to pass up. Will the internet figure out I'm dating you before Atsumu does?"

"We can never let him live it down if they do."

"Of course, who do you take me for? I'm a professional." He returned to scrolling through the outrageous theories that seemingly proves he is in a relationship, all down to how worn down the band looks. When he posts again later he makes sure to make the hair tie the star of the show. If not only for his own amusement. He doesn't adress the rumors one way or the other and that seems to fuel the fire more.

"You're having too much fun with this."

"Oh, I am definitely having fun." He sets his phone down once you sit next to him though. He sits up a bit more and throws his arm over the back of the couch as you take a seat on the cushion next to him. "It's nice in a way."

"What is?"

"People knowing without me having to say anything. It sounds stupid. But, I guess I just really enjoy people knowing that I'm yours I guess?"

"That's not stupid. I think it's normal to be happy about being recognized by the general public as a couple." You shrug and lean into him a bit. "It was definitely nice when Aran figured it out, albeit a little funny that apparently our eyes are what gave it away."

"What? Was I making too many heart eyes at you?"

"Something like that." His phone buzzes on the table but he doesn't move to pick it up, it's almost as if he hadn't heard it in the first place. "He said you kept looking at me whenever you heard me laugh." Suna hums in response as though waiting for you to say something else. "Do you do it purposefully?" You smile and poke his face as he rolls his eyes.

"No, but it's not like I didn't notice that I have that habit. Are you going to tell me you don't find yourself doing cheesy things sometimes?"

"Me? Outwardly be in love with you? Gross." You're smiling as you say it and you tap your foot against his.

"Liar." He has a gentle smile of his own when he pokes you back. "Then why are there drinks you hate in yoru fridge?"

"Probably for the same reason you have shampoo that is definitely not yours in your bathroom."

"Oh no, how dare I love my partner." He puts a hand over his chest and feigns shock. "You really don't notice that when we're standing close to each other your pinkie will grab mine?"

"Coincidence. Our hands must just be too close together."

"I'm sure." Something about the tone of his voice makes you want to hide away, like he knows something you don't and he plans on using it against you. When he picks his phone off the table again you don't miss the way his eyes flick to you for the briefest moment before looking at the screen. "Looks like you win." He turns his phone to show you a text from Osamu before bringing the device back to himself. "He noticed the cat figurine he got you for your birthday last year in the background. Says he wouldn't have noticed if the internet wasn't so insistant that I was in a relationship."

"I guess that means we have to have a day where you do everything I want to do."

"Sure." He shrugs and stands up from the couch and slips his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants. "You going to get dressed for your big day then?" You catch his smile as he starts walking to the bedroom and away from where you stand still leaned over the couch. With a shake of your head you follow him and watch as he pulls a shirt over his head. "Pervert."

"Like you don't watch me get dressed all the time."

"Guilty." He shrugs and sits down on the bed as he waits for you to get ready.

"And who said I wanted to go out today? What if I wanted a stay at home day?"

"Then we can stay at home, you just like going out because it means you get to dress up."

"Okay. I want to go out." He smiles and nods. "I expect big things today."

"Whatever you ask for I have to do, as per the rules of the bet." He says it like he doesn't usually give into your whims, perhaps that's why he didn't care very much about losing.

"And if I ask for something outrageous?"

"Then I have to do it." He closes his eyes as he rests his head on the pillow, his hands linked together on his chest with his phone resting under them. You tap his hand when you're ready and he rubs his eyes with a yawn. "Where to?"

"Well we just got breakfast so we can't do that, why don't we go to the bookstore? You're almost done with the last one we picked right?" He nods and holds your hand as you leave the bedroom, he only briefly lets go to help you put your coat on and to put on his own.

The day continues in your own bliss, Suna holding your hand and slowly trailing behind you even as you try to pull him faster. You almost forget the whole purpose of the day when he sits across from you in the cafe and reads the book you picked out together. It feels…peaceful to sit with him with the light from the sun highlighting the contours of his face. His foot presses against yours under the table and he tilts his head when he looks up to find you staring. "I thought you said you wouldn't outwardly show you were in love with me." He sets the book down and rests his chin in his hand. "The way you're looking at me begs to differ."

You sputter for a moment and bring your coffee cup up in a desperate attempt to hide your face, it only partly works, you turn your eyes away from him to look at a much more interesting potted plant. "You have crumbs on your face, I was just wondering when you would notice."

"And you have a foam moustache." He hands you a napkin to wipe it away as he wipes at his own face.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He shrugs and leans back in his chair. "I hope you fall."

"So you can kiss me better?"

"I hate you."

"I'm sure."

The two of you end up trending again later that night. Someone had caught your excursion, you would've been upset at the breach of privacy if the photo wasn't so cute. There's a small smile on Suna's face as he looks up from his book while you're staring out the window, you can see clearly that your feet are tangled together under the table but the way he looks at you says all it needs to and more.

"We're never letter him live this down."

"Never," Suna agrees and like clockwork his phone rings. "I don't feel like talking to him right now as much fun as laughing at him would be."

"We can deal with him tomorrow, for today it's just me and you."

"Mmm, I like that." His head is resting on your chest and he sets his phone on the table as he wraps his arms around you. He turns his head to kiss your collarbone lightly and your fingers find their place in his hair as you lightly scratch at his scalp. "I love you."

"I love you." And maybe, just maybe, that was all there ever was to it.

thank you for requesting this jelly hehe. i hope suna isn't too ooc, the prompt got a little away from me as you can see. secret relationship is like my favorite thing ever so i hope you enjoyed!! i love you too and you better also be taking care of yourself <3

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[ssolarium]

02:40

› pairing: hoshina soshiro x gn!reader

› genre: fluff

› summary: how he comes home to you.

Beep beep beep beep beep beep.

An upbeat chime comes from the keypad as the door unlocks with a click. It swings open slowly with a low creak, breaking the silence in the hall as a man dips into the apartment.

Soshiro closes the door quietly behind him, slipping off his worn boots in exchange for cotton slippers. It’s dark, with only the glow of the moon shining through the balcony doors lighting up the room. He stretches his arms above his head, tension leaving his shoulders as he sighs and rolls his neck. Haphazardly tossing his jacket over the sofa, Soshiro makes his way to the bedroom, footsteps muffled against the laminate floors.

In the corner of the room, there’s a lump on the bed hidden underneath a thick, quilted blanket. There’s a subtle, rhythmic rise and fall, which Soshiro notices with a soft smile.

He heads for the en suite bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him and stripping off his clothes. He drops them into the hamper and turns the faucet, waiting for the water to heat up before beginning to bathe. Rivets of dark brown blood runs down his body, taking the sweat and stress from the day with it down the drain.

The smell of your favorite honey shampoo wafts through the air as Soshiro steps out of the bathroom, steam following behind him. He dries his hair with a towel before setting it aside. changing into soft, cotton sweatpants and an old sweater.

You whine as he lifts the edge of the blanket, curling up when the cold air hits you. Soshiro quickly slips under the covers, curling a hand around your waist to soothe you. Warm lips gently press against your forehead, the corners curling up when you lean into his touch.

“…What time ish it,” you ask . Soshiro turns his head to check the digital clock on the nightstand.

“Two-fourty,” he replies softly. “Go back to sleep, cutie.” You give a vague noise in reply. He tucks the blankets over your shoulders, making sure to cover your chin.

“You’re back late today,” you mumble, inching closer to the warmth of his body. Soshiro hums.

“There was a sudden alarm in a residential area right as I was meant to get off. I had to take care of it before I went home.”

“…Are you hurt?”

“You should see the other guy,” he whispers conspiratorially.

“Soshiro,” you groan. His signature teasing grin softens at your worry.

“I’m fit as a fiddle, not even a scratch,” he reassures, drawing loose hearts on the bare skin of our waist where your shirt rode up.

“I’m glad,” you say softly, curling up impossibly closer. He leaves a chaste kiss on the crown of your head.

“Sleep, cutie. We have plans in the morning, remember?”

“Okay,” you murmur, already dosing off once again.

[irrzur]

Wind Breaker/ ウインドブレイカー

-Kaji Ren

Sweeter than Habits (fluff)

[irrzur]

Sweeter than Habits

pairing: Kaji Ren x Fem!Reader

cw: actually can't think of any, probably my bad bad grammar.

a/n: hehe my first fan fic for Wind breaker, I hope this isn't cringe or something.

The afternoon sun hung low over the rooftops, casting long shadows across the road. It was that specific timing, when the humidity from the afternoon began to break, bringing out the cooler weather.

Ren had been on patrol duty, and you've gotten a text from him, telling you to wait for him in his classroom.

'Patrol duty today, classroom's open, 2-1, safer there.' reads the message.

Inside Furin High, things were winding down, or as much as they ever did, at a school known for brawlers. But in your world now, everything was quiet.

You are now walking alongside Kaji Ren, your boyfriend.

To anyone else, Kaji had always been an intimidating person. Sharp blue eyes, Furin high uniform, the constant presence of his headphones, and a lollipop in his mouth, he radiated the aura of "do not approach and disturb." But you were his exception.

He walked with you side by side, hands in his pockets, his pace leisurely. Through the white headphones resting on his neck, you could hear the song beating.

"M'thirsty." he muttered. It wasn't really a question, just a statement of fact dropping into the comforting silence.

"The vending machine by the back entrance?" you asked.

He nodded once, and adjusted the lollipop stick to the corner of his mouth. It's strawberry flavoured today, you could tell by the faint sweetness of it while walking beside him.

The walk to the vending machine was comfortable. You didn’t need to fill the air with chatter when you were with Kaji. He was a listener, an observer, didn't really talk much unless needed. He noticed things—the change in the wind, the way you were slightly dragging your feet from the long day.

When you arrive at the rectangle of vending machines, humming with a mechanical buzz. The white light flickered slightly, illuminating the rows of cans and bottles.

Fetching his coin purse from his pocket, the sound of the metal clicking together. He slid them down the slot with ease. And his fingers hovered, you didn't have to look to know exactly where it's going for. Mid row, second from the left. Iced black coffee, unsweetened, plain, and bitter.

It had always baffled you. Here was Kaji Ren, a boy who has a sugar in his mouth 24/7, a boy whose personality is surprisingly gentle. And yet, every time, he reach for the bitterest, darkest sludge the machine had to offer.

"Ren," you said, just as his finger go towards the button.

He paused, his finger inches from the plastic display, and turned his head toward you. He slid one side of his headphones off his ear, a silent question in his eyes. "Hm?"

"Why do you always get that?"

He looked back at the button, the label, then at you, looking genuinely puzzled. "It’s...um coffee."

"But you like sweet things," you pointed out, gesturing to the lollipop stick still wagging in his mouth. "and peaches, how come you like black coffee?"

Ren blinked. A faint, pink color dusted the tops of his cheeks. He looked away, muttering, "It’s... mature. Helps me focus, I guess."

You smiled. He was trying to be cool. It was entirely unnecessary, but surprisingly adorable. You decided, in a split-second, to intervene.

"Not today," you said. "School's over, you don't have to focus on anything now."

Before he could react, you reached out. Your hand darted past his hovering finger. Instead of the black bottle, you slammed your finger against the button a row down, and left.

Clunk-thud. A drink fell.

Ren stared at the machine, then at his hand, and finally at you. His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly parted, revealing the almost finished lollipop stick.

"You..." he started, his voice quiet.

"Trust me, you'll love it." you said, grinning. It was cold against your palm, and you held it out to him.

Royal Milk Tea. Extra creamy. With additional 10% of milk.

Ren looked at the beverage as if it might explode. He hesitated, gaze flickering between your determined smile and the bottle in your hand. He slowly removed the stick from his mouth, disposed it into the bin, and accepted the bottle.

"I didn't order this," he mumbled, though there was no real heat in his voice.

"I know, It's on me. Just give it a try," you urged. "If you hate it, I'll buy you your coffee."

Ren exhaled. He twisted the lid open, the scent wafted up immediately, sugary and milky. He lifted the bottle to his lips. You watched closely, waiting for him and his reaction.

He took a small sip. He froze.

You saw the change instantly. The tension in his shoulders dropped. His eyes lightened up, the exact same way when he has his peaches. He took another sip, a longer one.

"Well?" you prompted, leaning against the wall, looking at him excitedly.

Ren ran his tongue over his bottom lip. He looked up, and the blush was back, spreading to the tips of his ears."It's..." He paused, struggling to maintain his usual cool personally. "It's better than I imagined."

."Ren, you drank half the bottle in one go."

He looked away, pulling his headphones back up, though he didn't cover his ears yet. "Shut up... it's acceptable, okay?"

"It's better than the coffee." you countered.

He didn't return the statement, but he took another sip. And slowly, he looked at you. The setting sun outside the window caught his eyes, making them warmer than usual.

He reached into his pocket again. You thought he was going to get more money for an additional drink, but instead, he pulled out a small object. He held it out to you. It was a lollipop. A cola flavored.

You blinked, looking at the candy in his palm, then up at his face. He was looking pointedly at the wall, avoiding your eyes. "For... the drink." he clarified, his voice gruff but shy.

As you walked back down the hallway, shadows stretching longer, Ren slid his headphones back over his ears. But he didn't turn the music up all the way. And every few seconds, he would take another sip of the milk tea, a small, contented calm settling over him.

You unwrapped the cola lollipop and popped it into your mouth. It was sweet.

Sweeter than usual.

[irrzur]

this is what merches are for. (yeah idk if it's the right spelling but wtv)

[chaeuvy]

could I request what kind of pet names the WBK characters would use for their partner? intimately and non intimately,,, I just love when there's the cutesy lovey names and then the names only used in bed

⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ⎯ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑

summary: A look into the unique pet names the characters of windbreaker use for their partner — both in sweet, day-to-day affection and in more intimate, nsfw contexts.

warnings: Suggestive language, Mild dom/sub dynamics (verbal), Mentions of praise kink, possessiveness, light degradation (Mitsuki, Ren), Shy/flustered language (Sakura), Power dynamics and dominance (Hayato, Ren), Terms like “slut,” “good girl,” etc.

wc: 0.9k words.

ft. suo Hayato, Yamato endo, sakura haruka, mitsuki kiryu, Ren kaji.

˗ˏˋ ꩜ SAKURA HARUKA ˚｡ ꒱

♱ ᝰ daily༉‧₊

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Senpai!” (yes, even when dating — it sticks!)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Y/n-chan” (still with that adorable stutter)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Um…babe?” (his ears go red just saying it)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “My sunshine” (in messages, rarely said aloud)

♱ ᝰ at Night.. ༉‧₊

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , „P-please, pretty baby…” (stammered mid-moment)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “I-its too good, y/n-chan…” (more like babbled)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , „Angel” (if he’s overcome with emotion)

Haruka’s names are all about reverence and innocence. He’s easily flustered, hesitant to use anything too bold — but when things get intimate, he becomes breathy, overwhelmed, and his use of your name becomes loaded with longing and vulnerability.

˗ˏˋ ꩜ YAMATO ENDO ˚｡ ꒱

♱ ᝰ daily༉‧₊

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , „You” (dry delivery but oddly affectionate in his own way)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Dummy” (deadpan but affectionate)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “sunshine” (in private, rare — you’d melt)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Shortcake” (if you’re sweet or clumsy — it slips out sometimes)

♱ ᝰ at Night.. ༉‧₊

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Sweet thing” (his tone makes it sinful)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “My little mess” (when you’re needy)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Babe” (low and breathy, before losing control)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , „Greedy girl” (when you’re asking for more)

Yamato isn’t one to constantly drop pet names, but when he does, they sting in the best way. He uses sparse but sharp words, laced with affection or lust depending on the moment. His pet names are both endearing and lowkey possessive, fitting his “cool but passionate” nature.

˗ˏˋ ꩜ SUO HAYATO ˚｡ ꒱

♱ ᝰ daily༉‧₊

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , „Sweetheart” (always, that’s his to-go)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “My girl” (possessive, with a smug smile)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Bunny” (teasing when you’re flustered)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Angel” (occasionally — when he’s surprisingly gentle)

♱ ᝰ at Night.. ༉‧₊

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Mine” (frequent — said low in your ear)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Good girl” / “Naughty girl” (cuz yes)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Kitten” (when you’re especially needy)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Baby” (but only when he’s breathless and caught off-guard)

He’s dominant, calculating, and a bit cold outwardly — but calls you names that feed into elegance, and a sense of pride in “having you.” The sweeter names contrast his cold exterior and highlight the control he enjoys.

˗ˏˋ ꩜ REN KAJI ˚｡ ꒱

♱ ᝰ daily༉‧₊

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “[name]-san” (— he leans into it)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Oi, babe” (it’s just him)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “My girl” (possessive, rough around the edges)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Sweets” (surprisingly soft when you’re sad)

♱ ᝰ at Night.. ༉‧₊

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Mine” (gritted through his teeth)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “My dirty girl” (when it’s get heated)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Good fuckin’ girl” (he means it every time)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “[name]-chan” (rare, when he drops the act and gets clingy)

Ren’s nicknames always have a bite — dominance and obsession wrapped in them. Even non-intimate names have that “you’re mine” vibe, and in the bedroom, they get a lot rougher, more possessive, but with glimpses of real neediness if you pay close attention.

˗ˏˋ ꩜ MITSUKI KIRYU ˚｡ ꒱

♱ ᝰ daily༉‧₊

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Babe” (constantly, even when you’re mad)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Hottie” (when he’s teasing you)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Doll” / “Cutie” (it’s just him)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Gorgeous” (winks after saying it)

♱ ᝰ at Night.. ༉‧₊

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “My filthy girl” (with a grin)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Pretty baby” (a little mocking but hot)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “Slut” (but said affectionately, during intense moments)

＃┆ ᢉ𐭩 . . , “My muse” (when he’s feeling poetic)

Mitsuki thrives on charm and lust, and his pet names drip with flirtation and heat. Even in bed, his words are coated in praise and filth in equal measure — but always delivered with a star’s confidence and a trace of affection.

← WBK ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading.. I hope it’s how you imagined it !

© 2025 chaeuvy ; ━━ do not copy or translate my work !

[artemissxxx]

Borrowed and beloved

Soshiro hoshina x reader

Fluff

Soshiro didn't notice at first.

At first it was just... one hoodie.

Then a shirt.

Then another hoodie.

He figured maybe it was in the laundry. Maybe he left it at the barracks. Maybe he was getting forgetful. Mina had joked before that he was "aging like milk," so he brushed it off.

But by week two?

He opened his closet and just stood there.

"...What the hell."

There were hangers. Empty hangers.

His favorite black hoodie? Gone.

Three training shirts? Missing.

His off-duty jacket he wore when he didn't want to be recognized? Nowhere to be found.

Soshiro stood there in silence, squinting at the closet like it had personally betrayed him.

He knew for a fact he hadn't lost this many clothes.

And then it clicked.

Very slowly.

Very suspiciously.

"...Y/N."

You, meanwhile, were at home, sitting on the couch bundled in a hoodie that was very obviously not yours.

The sleeves swallowed your hands. The fabric hung past your thighs. It still faintly smelled like his cologne, soap, and something that was just... Soshiro. Warm. Clean. Comforting. Safe.

You had your nose tucked into the collar like a weirdo.

You knew it maybe a little strange .

You did not care.

Because whenever he was away on missions, or at work late, or you just missed him a little too much, his clothes helped. They made it feel like he was right there. Like if you turned your head, he'd be sitting next to you teasing you.

You had slowly, quietly, shamelessly started "borrowing."

One hoodie turned into three.

One shirt turned into a drawer.

And now?

You had an entire section of his closet living in yours.

You didn't think he'd notice.

He had so many clothes.

...Right?

The front door opened.

You perked up immediately.

"Soshi?"

"Yeah."

His voice.

Warm. Familiar. Instantly making your shoulders relax.

You smiled and stayed curled up in the hoodie, pulling it closer around you.

He stepped into the living room, stopping mid-step when he saw you.

There was a long silence.

You blinked at him.

He stared at you.

Then at the hoodie.

Then at the sleeves.

Then at you again.

"...That's my hoodie."

You froze.

"...No it's not."

He raised a brow. Slowly. Dangerously calm.

"Y/N."

You looked down.

Oh.

Yep.

Very much his hoodie.

You tried to play it off. "You have like five that look exactly the same."

"I had five," he corrected flatly.

Your eyes widened.

Had.

Oh no.

He walked over slowly, looming over the couch where you were bundled up like a thief caught red-handed.

"...Stand up."

You shook your head immediately. "No."

"Stand up."

"No."

"Y/N."

You tightened your grip on the hoodie like it was your last defense.

He sighed, then leaned down, grabbing the sleeve and tugging lightly. "C'mere."

You whined but let him pull you up. The hoodie slipped down your shoulders, showing just how oversized it was on you.

He stared at it.

Then at you.

Then crossed his arms.

"...You been stealing my clothes?"

You avoided eye contact. "Borrowing."

"How many?"

You hesitated.

He narrowed his eyes.

"...Y/N. How many?"

You mumbled something.

"What was that?"

"...A lot."

"How many is 'a lot'?"

"...Enough that you noticed."

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I knew it."

He walked past you toward the bedroom.

You panicked. "Soshi, wait—!"

He opened your closet.

And just stood there.

Silent.

You hovered behind him like a guilty ghost.

Because there it was.

An entire section.

His hoodies. His shirts. His jacket. Folded neatly. Clearly well-used.

He slowly turned to look at you.

"...You took my jacket too?"

You shrank a little. "I like that one the most..."

He stared at you for a long, unreadable moment.

"...Why?"

You blinked. "Huh?"

"Why are you taking my stuff?"

And suddenly, your embarrassment faded into something softer.

You looked down at the hoodie sleeves covering your hands.

"...They smell like you."

He didn't speak.

You kept going, quieter now.

"And when you're gone... or when I just miss you... it makes me feel like you're here. It's comforting."

You peeked up at him nervously.

"I know it's strange."

There was a long silence.

Soshiro just looked at you.

Then at the clothes.

Then back at you.

And something in his expression changed completely.

Softened.

"...You little weirdo."

You flinched. "Hey—"

He stepped forward and pulled you into him suddenly, wrapping his arms around you.

You squeaked in surprise, face smushing into his chest.

He buried his nose in your hair.

"...You could've just asked for one."

Your voice came out muffled. "One wasn't enough..."

He laughed quietly against your head.

"You really went and emptied half my closet."

"I was strategic," you muttered.

He pulled back just enough to look at you.

"...You know what this means, right?"

You blinked. "What?"

He leaned down, forehead touching yours.

"Means you don't need the clothes."

Your heart skipped. "Huh?"

His arms tightened around you.

"If you want my smell that bad..."

He rested his chin on your head.

"...Just come steal it from the source."

You melted instantly into him.

Arms wrapping around his waist.

Face pressed into his chest.

A deep, happy sigh leaving you.

He smirked softly.

"...And you're giving my clothes back."

You shook your head. "No."

He laughed.

"...Fine. I'll just start wearing you instead."

You froze. "What does that even—"

He kissed the top of your head.

"Means you're not getting outta my arms for the rest of the night, thief."

And honestly?

You liked that much better than the hoodie.