lord, i worry that love is violence.

𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔. 𝐈’𝐌 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐈 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓.

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WHAT IS THE POINT OF LUKEWARM LOVE?

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IF I AM NOT DROWNING IN IT, I HAVE NO DESIRE FOR IT.

[itadores]

caught

note: something short n sweet for the holidays!

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

word count: .8k

tags: gender neutral reader, pre-relationship, holiday shenanigans (reader and sakura get caught under the mistletoe), kissing

This can all be blamed on Suo.

You. Sakura. The mistletoe hanging above you that definitely wasn't there earlier.

Suo's doing. You're sure of it.

Your eyes linger on the bundle of green for much too long before darting across the room. Though the apartment borders on overcrowded, full of your friends milling about, playing games, and chatting with one another, you easily pick Suo out from among them all. It's as if he can feel the heat of your gaze because he’s already looking in your direction, a stupid closed-eye smile on his face. You’d give anything to make it disappear.

“So, uh.”

You quickly tear your eyes away from Suo. You got so caught up in your attempt to make Suo spontaneously combust with your mind that you very nearly forgot who you got caught under the mistletoe with. Nearly is the keyword because there’s no way you could ever forget Sakura Haruka’s presence.

Sakura is looking everywhere and anywhere but at your face. Expectedly, his cheeks are colored scarlet, a steady warmth unfurling from beneath the collar of the ugly holiday sweater that Nirei wrangled him into wearing. With its plethora of fuzzy pompoms of varying sizes and shimmery tassels, the sweater makes Sakura look silly, but he also looks so soft and cozy and unfairly cute in it, and you would say something about it if you didn't know it would make him heat up even more, and he already looks red enough as it is. Your irritation with Suo fades away as quickly as it came on.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to, Sakura," you say, soft and gentle, quiet enough that nobody can eavesdrop on your private conversation with the steady chatter and holiday music playing in the background. Although you have thought about what it would be like to kiss Sakura a truly embarrassing amount of times, an amount that would surely get you teased for the rest of eternity if you ever confided in your friends, you would never want to make Sakura do anything he's uncomfortable with. "It's just a silly tradition."

There is a long pause, but you are patient. You know that Sakura is gathering his thoughts, thinking of what to say. You take this time to admire how pretty he looks in this lighting; the fairy lights that Tsugeura haphazardly strung around the apartment bathe Sakura in pure unadulterated warmth. Sakura is pretty in every lighting, but he looks softer right now. You mentally catalogue everything about how he looks in this moment from the fluff of his two-toned hair from running his hands through it one too many times to the gentle swing of the tassels attached to his sweater. They flicker to the bob of his throat when he swallows.

"I don't mind."

Immediately, you lift your gaze. Sakura is looking at you, holding eye-contact for the first time since you found yourselves in your current predicament. The question of whether you heard him correctly or not bubbles up your throat and sits on the tip of your tongue, but you know. You know that you did not mishear Sakura, not with the way you tend to hang onto his every word when he talks and not with the way his whole face is now aflame.

"You sure?"

You inch forward a little, not quite crowding Sakura into the corner of the apartment you're holed up in but definitely closer than before, testing the waters. All he has to do is say the word, and you'll ease up and back off, no questions asked, but your eyes drop down to Sakura's lips wondering, not for the first time and surely not for the last, what they might feel like against yours.

Sakura nods, a look of determination crossing his face. It almost makes you laugh, not at him necessarily, never at him, but because it's the same look he gets when he's about to throw himself into a fight or tackle a problem head-on. It's just so him that the corner of your lips curl into a small fond smile.

You move forward even more, fully encroaching into Sakura's personal space. Your fingers slide into his belt loops and gently tug, making him meet you halfway. He makes a surprised sound in the back of his throat, but goes regardless, following your lead. You tilt your head and lean in, closing the gap between you.

The kiss is short. Sweet. Nothing more than a quick press of the lips. And yet, you think it may be the most wonderful kiss you've ever had.

The sound of whooping and hollering erupting behind you makes you roll your eyes as you pull away from Sakura, but you can't help the wide grin that settles onto your lips. You stand slightly in front of Sakura, shielding him from the prying eyes of your friends, as you try and get them to settle down and pull their attention elsewhere like to the other bundle of mistletoe across the room.

Your friends are idiots, but they are your idiots, and maybe, you can hold off on Suo's spontaneous combustion. After all, he's the reason you and Sakura ended up under the mistletoe together.

[itadores]

caught

note: something short n sweet for the holidays!

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

word count: .8k

tags: gender neutral reader, pre-relationship, holiday shenanigans (reader and sakura get caught under the mistletoe), kissing

This can all be blamed on Suo.

You. Sakura. The mistletoe hanging above you that definitely wasn't there earlier.

Suo's doing. You're sure of it.

Your eyes linger on the bundle of green for much too long before darting across the room. Though the apartment borders on overcrowded, full of your friends milling about, playing games, and chatting with one another, you easily pick Suo out from among them all. It's as if he can feel the heat of your gaze because he’s already looking in your direction, a stupid closed-eye smile on his face. You’d give anything to make it disappear.

“So, uh.”

You quickly tear your eyes away from Suo. You got so caught up in your attempt to make Suo spontaneously combust with your mind that you very nearly forgot who you got caught under the mistletoe with. Nearly is the keyword because there’s no way you could ever forget Sakura Haruka’s presence.

Sakura is looking everywhere and anywhere but at your face. Expectedly, his cheeks are colored scarlet, a steady warmth unfurling from beneath the collar of the ugly holiday sweater that Nirei wrangled him into wearing. With its plethora of fuzzy pompoms of varying sizes and shimmery tassels, the sweater makes Sakura look silly, but he also looks so soft and cozy and unfairly cute in it, and you would say something about it if you didn't know it would make him heat up even more, and he already looks red enough as it is. Your irritation with Suo fades away as quickly as it came on.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to, Sakura," you say, soft and gentle, quiet enough that nobody can eavesdrop on your private conversation with the steady chatter and holiday music playing in the background. Although you have thought about what it would be like to kiss Sakura a truly embarrassing amount of times, an amount that would surely get you teased for the rest of eternity if you ever confided in your friends, you would never want to make Sakura do anything he's uncomfortable with. "It's just a silly tradition."

There is a long pause, but you are patient. You know that Sakura is gathering his thoughts, thinking of what to say. You take this time to admire how pretty he looks in this lighting; the fairy lights that Tsugeura haphazardly strung around the apartment bathe Sakura in pure unadulterated warmth. Sakura is pretty in every lighting, but he looks softer right now. You mentally catalogue everything about how he looks in this moment from the fluff of his two-toned hair from running his hands through it one too many times to the gentle swing of the tassels attached to his sweater. They flicker to the bob of his throat when he swallows.

"I don't mind."

Immediately, you lift your gaze. Sakura is looking at you, holding eye-contact for the first time since you found yourselves in your current predicament. The question of whether you heard him correctly or not bubbles up your throat and sits on the tip of your tongue, but you know. You know that you did not mishear Sakura, not with the way you tend to hang onto his every word when he talks and not with the way his whole face is now aflame.

"You sure?"

You inch forward a little, not quite crowding Sakura into the corner of the apartment you're holed up in but definitely closer than before, testing the waters. All he has to do is say the word, and you'll ease up and back off, no questions asked, but your eyes drop down to Sakura's lips wondering, not for the first time and surely not for the last, what they might feel like against yours.

Sakura nods, a look of determination crossing his face. It almost makes you laugh, not at him necessarily, never at him, but because it's the same look he gets when he's about to throw himself into a fight or tackle a problem head-on. It's just so him that the corner of your lips curl into a small fond smile.

You move forward even more, fully encroaching into Sakura's personal space. Your fingers slide into his belt loops and gently tug, making him meet you halfway. He makes a surprised sound in the back of his throat, but goes regardless, following your lead. You tilt your head and lean in, closing the gap between you.

The kiss is short. Sweet. Nothing more than a quick press of the lips. And yet, you think it may be the most wonderful kiss you've ever had.

The sound of whooping and hollering erupting behind you makes you roll your eyes as you pull away from Sakura, but you can't help the wide grin that settles onto your lips. You stand slightly in front of Sakura, shielding him from the prying eyes of your friends, as you try and get them to settle down and pull their attention elsewhere like to the other bundle of mistletoe across the room.

Your friends are idiots, but they are your idiots, and maybe, you can hold off on Suo's spontaneous combustion. After all, he's the reason you and Sakura ended up under the mistletoe together.

[itadores]

caught

note: something short n sweet for the holidays!

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

word count: .8k

tags: gender neutral reader, pre-relationship, holiday shenanigans (reader and sakura get caught under the mistletoe), kissing

This can all be blamed on Suo.

You. Sakura. The mistletoe hanging above you that definitely wasn't there earlier.

Suo's doing. You're sure of it.

Your eyes linger on the bundle of green for much too long before darting across the room. Though the apartment borders on overcrowded, full of your friends milling about, playing games, and chatting with one another, you easily pick Suo out from among them all. It's as if he can feel the heat of your gaze because he’s already looking in your direction, a stupid closed-eye smile on his face. You’d give anything to make it disappear.

“So, uh.”

You quickly tear your eyes away from Suo. You got so caught up in your attempt to make Suo spontaneously combust with your mind that you very nearly forgot who you got caught under the mistletoe with. Nearly is the keyword because there’s no way you could ever forget Sakura Haruka’s presence.

Sakura is looking everywhere and anywhere but at your face. Expectedly, his cheeks are colored scarlet, a steady warmth unfurling from beneath the collar of the ugly holiday sweater that Nirei wrangled him into wearing. With its plethora of fuzzy pompoms of varying sizes and shimmery tassels, the sweater makes Sakura look silly, but he also looks so soft and cozy and unfairly cute in it, and you would say something about it if you didn't know it would make him heat up even more, and he already looks red enough as it is. Your irritation with Suo fades away as quickly as it came on.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to, Sakura," you say, soft and gentle, quiet enough that nobody can eavesdrop on your private conversation with the steady chatter and holiday music playing in the background. Although you have thought about what it would be like to kiss Sakura a truly embarrassing amount of times, an amount that would surely get you teased for the rest of eternity if you ever confided in your friends, you would never want to make Sakura do anything he's uncomfortable with. "It's just a silly tradition."

There is a long pause, but you are patient. You know that Sakura is gathering his thoughts, thinking of what to say. You take this time to admire how pretty he looks in this lighting; the fairy lights that Tsugeura haphazardly strung around the apartment bathe Sakura in pure unadulterated warmth. Sakura is pretty in every lighting, but he looks softer right now. You mentally catalogue everything about how he looks in this moment from the fluff of his two-toned hair from running his hands through it one too many times to the gentle swing of the tassels attached to his sweater. They flicker to the bob of his throat when he swallows.

"I don't mind."

Immediately, you lift your gaze. Sakura is looking at you, holding eye-contact for the first time since you found yourselves in your current predicament. The question of whether you heard him correctly or not bubbles up your throat and sits on the tip of your tongue, but you know. You know that you did not mishear Sakura, not with the way you tend to hang onto his every word when he talks and not with the way his whole face is now aflame.

"You sure?"

You inch forward a little, not quite crowding Sakura into the corner of the apartment you're holed up in but definitely closer than before, testing the waters. All he has to do is say the word, and you'll ease up and back off, no questions asked, but your eyes drop down to Sakura's lips wondering, not for the first time and surely not for the last, what they might feel like against yours.

Sakura nods, a look of determination crossing his face. It almost makes you laugh, not at him necessarily, never at him, but because it's the same look he gets when he's about to throw himself into a fight or tackle a problem head-on. It's just so him that the corner of your lips curl into a small fond smile.

You move forward even more, fully encroaching into Sakura's personal space. Your fingers slide into his belt loops and gently tug, making him meet you halfway. He makes a surprised sound in the back of his throat, but goes regardless, following your lead. You tilt your head and lean in, closing the gap between you.

The kiss is short. Sweet. Nothing more than a quick press of the lips. And yet, you think it may be the most wonderful kiss you've ever had.

The sound of whooping and hollering erupting behind you makes you roll your eyes as you pull away from Sakura, but you can't help the wide grin that settles onto your lips. You stand slightly in front of Sakura, shielding him from the prying eyes of your friends, as you try and get them to settle down and pull their attention elsewhere like to the other bundle of mistletoe across the room.

Your friends are idiots, but they are your idiots, and maybe, you can hold off on Suo's spontaneous combustion. After all, he's the reason you and Sakura ended up under the mistletoe together.

[itadores]

pairing: eishia stilza x reader

word count: 0.7k

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, reader is a on team akuta and implied to be a giver

You come to with a pained groan. Your body is sore all over, and your brain feels mildly like mush. You blame the latter for why it takes you longer than you’d like to place where you are. Slowly blinking, your eyes lazily take in your surroundings. A plain ceiling, bland walls covered in a few paintings, none of which are recognizable to your newly-awakened self. It isn't until your gaze lands on Eishia, who stands on the far side of the room with her back towards you, that you release an exhale after unknowingly holding your breath.

You must be back at Headquarters.

The longer you're awake, the more you remember about what landed you in the hospital bed you're currently lying in. You, Zanka, and Rudo along with a handful of supporters were sent out on a job to clean up a large trash beast terrorizing a village located on the edge of a No Man's Land. Unfortunately, the intel was slightly off, and there was definitely more than one trash beast that needed cleaning up. You can't recall exactly what happened, but you're pretty sure you got knocked out after you took your eye off the trash beast you were cleaning up for what felt like just a split second. Guess that was enough time for you to get your ass handed to you.

Since you're back at HQ in one piece, you assume that the rest of the team took care of the job. Great, Zanka's going to rub it in your face that you were knocked unconscious during the mission. You are so not looking forward to that.

Pushing that aside, you let your attention linger on Eishia. She looks at ease, scribbling away on a clipboard. The typical tension and anxiety that winds itself tight throughout her body is nowhere to be seen, which means that she definitely hasn't noticed that you're awake yet.

"Seems like I've died and gone to heaven since I'm seeing angels."

The clipboard clatters to the ground.

"You're awake!" Eishia exclaims as she quickly crosses the room to be by your side. Her hands nervously flutter about as if she's unsure of where to place them. You reach out and grab the nearest one, threading your fingers together to still her movements.

"Mhm," you hum, giving her hand a squeeze. "All thanks to you."

Eishia flusters before a deep frown settles on her lips. "I should have done more though. It's because I was unable to use my power properly that you've been out for as long as you have."

"And how long has that been?" you gently ask.

"A few hours," Eishia mournfully replies.

Oh, Eishia. You really wish she could get it through her silly head and see herself from your perspective: how lovely and incredible she truly is.

"Thanks."

"Huh?" Eishia's frown lifts, face contorting into one of confusion.

"I was able to nap for a few hours thanks to you, Eishia. And it's because of you that I'm way less banged up than I would be otherwise."

Eishia opens her mouth, presumably to refute what you've said, but you cut her off before she can do so with a dramatic sigh.

"But if you really want to make me feel better, I guess there is something you can do for me."

Eishia shuffles a little closer to your bedside, angling her head in question.

"What is it?"

"A kiss from my beautiful girlfriend will cheer me right up," you say with a cheeky smile. Eishia's entire face goes aflame. You suppress the urge to laugh or coo at how cute she is, well aware that you'd fluster her even further.

"Just kidding, you don't have to," you reassure Eishia, never wanting her to feel pressured to give into your whims, but to your surprise, she leans over and presses a quick kiss to the corner of your lips.

Eishia pointedly looks anywhere and everywhere but you. Her hat does little to conceal how the tips of her ears have gone red.

"B-Better?"

You laugh lightly, and her flush worsens. You give another squeeze to her hand before pressing a kiss of your own to the back of her knuckles.

"I'm feeling much much better now."

[itadores]

note: actor!nanami plaguing me frfr

tags: fem!reader, actor!au (you and nanami both), nanami is the most perfectest gentleman ever <3

actor!nanami who is so beloved by his audience for how respectful and polite he is. he’s not uppity like some actors of his standing, nothing like those who have let the amount of fame they’ve accumulated over-inflate their ego and level of self-importance. he treats celebrities and normal everyday people alike with the respect they deserve. nanami believes the bar must be in hell for him to be praised for having some common decency, but alas he also knows how fickle people of fame and fortune can be.

but it’s not just nanami’s well-mannered nature that has people singing his praises. no, it’s the way he treats you — his co-star. fans were excited to learn of the two of you starring in a film together and became even more ecstatic when they learned you would be playing each other’s love interests. you and nanami are both incredible actors, well-known and well-loved, but have never starred in the same film before until now. it has people buzzing to know how you two will mesh with one another on screen and wondering how the chemistry between you guys will take shape.

since the film is soon to premiere in just a short while, you and nanami do a number of various interviews to promote it. fans promptly lose their minds when the interviews finally air. not only do you and nanami complement each other very well much to their utter delight, but nanami is such a gentleman in each and every interview with you. he’s always offering a hand to you and helping you in and out of your seat at the start and end of the interviews. wordlessly passing you the water bottle by your feet when it seems like you may be getting thirsty. redirecting any potentially rude questions posed to you while chastising the interviewer in the process. it makes fans swoon watching how nice he is with you.

but what really has fans going wild is the way nanami helps with any wardrobe malfunctions you may have. if the strap of your top happens to slip down, nanami gently pulls it back onto your shoulder to its original place. if you bend over or lean forward too much and your chest becomes overly exposed, nanami is reaching a hand across to help cover you up. or if your skirt rides up, threatening to reveal your undergarments to the camera, nanami is carefully tugging the edge of your skirt down. he does all of this without missing a beat when speaking, his movements practiced as if he’s more than accustomed to doing this.

it quite literally breaks the internet. edits and compilations of you and nanami flood social media immediately, and rumors abound about whether you two are together or not. i mean, they’ve never seen nanami act so comfortable with a co-star before! he seemed to be throughly enjoying himself throughout the interviews, even cracking a smile multiple times, which is so unlike him. fans are divided on whether your guys’ closeness is just to generate more interest in the film or whether the chemistry between you two is real. regardless, many are shipping the two of you together, a mash of your names trending across all social medias.

it makes you laugh.

if you had known you’d receive this kind of reaction, you would have starred in a film with your husband sooner.

[itadores]

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

word count: approx. 1k (i think)

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff

It’s only a few weeks into your relationship that you decide to pop the question to Sakura.

"When did you know you liked me?"

Sakura pauses mid-bite, the spoon in his hand hanging in the same way his jaw does. A few grains of rice fall back onto his plate.

"What?"

You prop your elbows onto the table, uncaring of what dining etiquette you're disobeying by doing so. You're by no means finished with your own meal, but you've decided that this question is pressing enough for you to take a break from eating.

"Before we got together, when did you realize that you liked me?" you elaborate.

Sakura’s cheeks heat up in that familiar way they do whenever the topic of romance arises around him. A small smile forms on your lips as he clears his throat, attempting to dispel the rosiness that’s sprawling upward from below his collar. It does little to help.

“Um,” he says.

There’s a pinch between his dark brows - a sign that he’s thinking hard about your question. A part of you wants to reach across the table to smooth the skin out with your thumb, but another part of you enjoys Sakura like this. Deep in thought over you.

“I didn’t realize I liked you like that until Suo said something,” Sakura grumbles - a quiet confession.

A bark of laughter escapes you before you can even think to contain it. The sound worsens the red hue of Sakura’s cheeks and draws fleeting looks from some of the other patrons of the restaurant you had chosen for your lunch date.

“Sorry. Sorry,” you manage to say between peals of laughter. You try and rein in your mirth, so you can speak. “Sorry, Haru,” you say placatingly. The unamused expression on his face melts into something softer and shyer when he hears the use of the nickname that only you ever call him. “Didn’t mean to laugh, but it just makes so much sense that it would be Suo who’d make you realize you like like me.”

Although you wouldn’t consider yourself particularly close with Suo, it makes perfect sense in your mind that he would help Sakura sift through his feelings for you. He seems to have that uncanny ability of knowing and seeing too much. The thought almost makes you shiver.

“Well, when did you know you liked me?” Sakura flips the question back onto you, determined to get the focus of the conversation off of him.

“Second time I met you.”

Sakura’s eyes widen considerably, and you nearly laugh again at the pure and unadulterated shock on his face.

“What?” he sputters out. The spoon that was once in his hand clatters against the surface of the plate below as Sakura tries to wrap his mind around what you have said. It’s all very amusing to watch it play out across his face. “That early?”

You make an affirming sound.

“That early,” you confirm.

His brows bunch together once more.

“When was that even?” Sakura’s face scrunches up as he rifles through his memories, trying to recall your second interaction together.

“A few days after we first met.” You start smiling before even realizing it, fondly reminiscing about the moment you began to form a crush on Sakura. “Some jackass on campus was bothering me, trying to follow me to my next class. Before I could tell him off or say anything to get him to leave me alone, you appeared out of nowhere and told him to shut the hell up. Afterwards, you walked me to my class.”

You dreamily sigh.

“I was gone for you from that point forward.”

For a moment, Sakura is rendered speechless. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, no words forming on his tongue, but he’s quick to regain his bearings.

“That’s what made you like me?”

“Mhm. You were like my knight in shining armor,” you tease. A bit more thoughtfully, you say, “I thought it was very sweet of you to do what you did, considering you barely knew me as someone other than Nirei’s friend at the time. It was easy to start crushing on you from that moment and even easier to fall for you once I started getting to know you better. I was so hopelessly gone for you, it was a bit embarrassing honestly.”

You shake your head as if you can shake away all of the embarrassing moments that occurred when you were in the depths of yearning over Sakura.

“But look where it got me.”

You beam as you look at Sakura from across the table. The light filtering through the window bathes him in a warm glow, making him look even more beautiful than usual if that’s even possible. Some days, you still can’t believe that all of your feelings for him are reciprocated.

“I got you,” you say - voice soft and so utterly and terribly in love.

Right on cue, a blush blooms on Sakura’s cheeks, which you take delight in. You hope that no matter how long you’re together for, you can continue to draw these sort of reactions out of him.

“You want to hear about all the times that made me like you more and more?” you grin.

Sakura covers his face with his hands, the tips of his ears burning.

“Please no.”

Your laughter echoes throughout the restaurant.

[itadores]

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

word count: approx. 1k (i think)

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff

It’s only a few weeks into your relationship that you decide to pop the question to Sakura.

"When did you know you liked me?"

Sakura pauses mid-bite, the spoon in his hand hanging in the same way his jaw does. A few grains of rice fall back onto his plate.

"What?"

You prop your elbows onto the table, uncaring of what dining etiquette you're disobeying by doing so. You're by no means finished with your own meal, but you've decided that this question is pressing enough for you to take a break from eating.

"Before we got together, when did you realize that you liked me?" you elaborate.

Sakura’s cheeks heat up in that familiar way they do whenever the topic of romance arises around him. A small smile forms on your lips as he clears his throat, attempting to dispel the rosiness that’s sprawling upward from below his collar. It does little to help.

“Um,” he says.

There’s a pinch between his dark brows - a sign that he’s thinking hard about your question. A part of you wants to reach across the table to smooth the skin out with your thumb, but another part of you enjoys Sakura like this. Deep in thought over you.

“I didn’t realize I liked you like that until Suo said something,” Sakura grumbles - a quiet confession.

A bark of laughter escapes you before you can even think to contain it. The sound worsens the red hue of Sakura’s cheeks and draws fleeting looks from some of the other patrons of the restaurant you had chosen for your lunch date.

“Sorry. Sorry,” you manage to say between peals of laughter. You try and rein in your mirth, so you can speak. “Sorry, Haru,” you say placatingly. The unamused expression on his face melts into something softer and shyer when he hears the use of the nickname that only you ever call him. “Didn’t mean to laugh, but it just makes so much sense that it would be Suo who’d make you realize you like like me.”

Although you wouldn’t consider yourself particularly close with Suo, it makes perfect sense in your mind that he would help Sakura sift through his feelings for you. He seems to have that uncanny ability of knowing and seeing too much. The thought almost makes you shiver.

“Well, when did you know you liked me?” Sakura flips the question back onto you, determined to get the focus of the conversation off of him.

“Second time I met you.”

Sakura’s eyes widen considerably, and you nearly laugh again at the pure and unadulterated shock on his face.

“What?” he sputters out. The spoon that was once in his hand clatters against the surface of the plate below as Sakura tries to wrap his mind around what you have said. It’s all very amusing to watch it play out across his face. “That early?”

You make an affirming sound.

“That early,” you confirm.

His brows bunch together once more.

“When was that even?” Sakura’s face scrunches up as he rifles through his memories, trying to recall your second interaction together.

“A few days after we first met.” You start smiling before even realizing it, fondly reminiscing about the moment you began to form a crush on Sakura. “Some jackass on campus was bothering me, trying to follow me to my next class. Before I could tell him off or say anything to get him to leave me alone, you appeared out of nowhere and told him to shut the hell up. Afterwards, you walked me to my class.”

You dreamily sigh.

“I was gone for you from that point forward.”

For a moment, Sakura is rendered speechless. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, no words forming on his tongue, but he’s quick to regain his bearings.

“That’s what made you like me?”

“Mhm. You were like my knight in shining armor,” you tease. A bit more thoughtfully, you say, “I thought it was very sweet of you to do what you did, considering you barely knew me as someone other than Nirei’s friend at the time. It was easy to start crushing on you from that moment and even easier to fall for you once I started getting to know you better. I was so hopelessly gone for you, it was a bit embarrassing honestly.”

You shake your head as if you can shake away all of the embarrassing moments that occurred when you were in the depths of yearning over Sakura.

“But look where it got me.”

You beam as you look at Sakura from across the table. The light filtering through the window bathes him in a warm glow, making him look even more beautiful than usual if that’s even possible. Some days, you still can’t believe that all of your feelings for him are reciprocated.

“I got you,” you say - voice soft and so utterly and terribly in love.

Right on cue, a blush blooms on Sakura’s cheeks, which you take delight in. You hope that no matter how long you’re together for, you can continue to draw these sort of reactions out of him.

“You want to hear about all the times that made me like you more and more?” you grin.

Sakura covers his face with his hands, the tips of his ears burning.

“Please no.”

Your laughter echoes throughout the restaurant.

[itadores]

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

word count: approx. 1k (i think)

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff

It’s only a few weeks into your relationship that you decide to pop the question to Sakura.

"When did you know you liked me?"

Sakura pauses mid-bite, the spoon in his hand hanging in the same way his jaw does. A few grains of rice fall back onto his plate.

"What?"

You prop your elbows onto the table, uncaring of what dining etiquette you're disobeying by doing so. You're by no means finished with your own meal, but you've decided that this question is pressing enough for you to take a break from eating.

"Before we got together, when did you realize that you liked me?" you elaborate.

Sakura’s cheeks heat up in that familiar way they do whenever the topic of romance arises around him. A small smile forms on your lips as he clears his throat, attempting to dispel the rosiness that’s sprawling upward from below his collar. It does little to help.

“Um,” he says.

There’s a pinch between his dark brows - a sign that he’s thinking hard about your question. A part of you wants to reach across the table to smooth the skin out with your thumb, but another part of you enjoys Sakura like this. Deep in thought over you.

“I didn’t realize I liked you like that until Suo said something,” Sakura grumbles - a quiet confession.

A bark of laughter escapes you before you can even think to contain it. The sound worsens the red hue of Sakura’s cheeks and draws fleeting looks from some of the other patrons of the restaurant you had chosen for your lunch date.

“Sorry. Sorry,” you manage to say between peals of laughter. You try and rein in your mirth, so you can speak. “Sorry, Haru,” you say placatingly. The unamused expression on his face melts into something softer and shyer when he hears the use of the nickname that only you ever call him. “Didn’t mean to laugh, but it just makes so much sense that it would be Suo who’d make you realize you like like me.”

Although you wouldn’t consider yourself particularly close with Suo, it makes perfect sense in your mind that he would help Sakura sift through his feelings for you. He seems to have that uncanny ability of knowing and seeing too much. The thought almost makes you shiver.

“Well, when did you know you liked me?” Sakura flips the question back onto you, determined to get the focus of the conversation off of him.

“Second time I met you.”

Sakura’s eyes widen considerably, and you nearly laugh again at the pure and unadulterated shock on his face.

“What?” he sputters out. The spoon that was once in his hand clatters against the surface of the plate below as Sakura tries to wrap his mind around what you have said. It’s all very amusing to watch it play out across his face. “That early?”

You make an affirming sound.

“That early,” you confirm.

His brows bunch together once more.

“When was that even?” Sakura’s face scrunches up as he rifles through his memories, trying to recall your second interaction together.

“A few days after we first met.” You start smiling before even realizing it, fondly reminiscing about the moment you began to form a crush on Sakura. “Some jackass on campus was bothering me, trying to follow me to my next class. Before I could tell him off or say anything to get him to leave me alone, you appeared out of nowhere and told him to shut the hell up. Afterwards, you walked me to my class.”

You dreamily sigh.

“I was gone for you from that point forward.”

For a moment, Sakura is rendered speechless. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, no words forming on his tongue, but he’s quick to regain his bearings.

“That’s what made you like me?”

“Mhm. You were like my knight in shining armor,” you tease. A bit more thoughtfully, you say, “I thought it was very sweet of you to do what you did, considering you barely knew me as someone other than Nirei’s friend at the time. It was easy to start crushing on you from that moment and even easier to fall for you once I started getting to know you better. I was so hopelessly gone for you, it was a bit embarrassing honestly.”

You shake your head as if you can shake away all of the embarrassing moments that occurred when you were in the depths of yearning over Sakura.

“But look where it got me.”

You beam as you look at Sakura from across the table. The light filtering through the window bathes him in a warm glow, making him look even more beautiful than usual if that’s even possible. Some days, you still can’t believe that all of your feelings for him are reciprocated.

“I got you,” you say - voice soft and so utterly and terribly in love.

Right on cue, a blush blooms on Sakura’s cheeks, which you take delight in. You hope that no matter how long you’re together for, you can continue to draw these sort of reactions out of him.

“You want to hear about all the times that made me like you more and more?” you grin.

Sakura covers his face with his hands, the tips of his ears burning.

“Please no.”

Your laughter echoes throughout the restaurant.

[itadores]

tags: gender neutral reader, vampire au, blood

newly turned vampire reader who refuses to feed once you’re brought back to life because you don’t want to hurt anyone :( sylus offers himself up to you for you to feed from him but you stubbornly turn him down because you especially don’t want to cause any harm to sylus of all people. you’d never forgive yourself. but your situation gets increasingly dire and sylus can’t stand watching you wither away when there’s something he can do about it. so he decides to force your hand and barges into the room you’ve holed yourself up in and slices his palm open before you can even yell at him to leave you be.

the metallic tang of fresh blood fills your nostrils and immediately floods your mouth with saliva. your protests about sylus’ presence in your room quickly die out as you grapple with the last threads of your self control.

“what are you waiting for? go on. take your fill.”

sylus sways his hand slightly, beckoning you closer. your gaze is transfixed on the drop of blood that drips down the side of his hand, landing on the ground in a small splatter. your fangs dig into the plush of your bottom lip and you have to swallow the saliva that’s pooling in your mouth before it can leak down your chin.

you pull your gaze away from his hand to find sylus’ eyes already on you. there is no discomfort or uneasiness to be found in sylus’ expression or demeanor - only a look of expectancy, accentuated by the raise of one of his brows when he sees you searching his face.

your hunger gnaws and gnaws at you and unable to find a trace of apprehension in sylus, your self control completely and finally unravels. you move across the room in a blur, still unused to your newfound speed and nearly topple sylus and yourself over. he grunts upon the sudden impact but manages to remain upright.

there is no room for embarrassment as you feed for the first time since turning. you noisily slurp up the blood from sylus' open wound, quite literally eating out of the palm of his hand. you don't know how long you stay in that position, on your knees, holding sylus' forearm captive in a bruising grip as you eat and eat and eat.

it's only when hunger no claws at your insides that you peer up at sylus through lidded eyes.

“thanks,” you croak - voice rusty from disuse. unable to help yourself, you run your tongue over the lines of his palm once more to lap up any remaining blood before licking your saliva-slick lips.

"full now?" sylus turns his hand, and you lean your cheek into his palm, uncaring of the sticky mess you've made. his thumb brushes against your cheekbone, smearing the mix of blood and saliva that coats your skin.

you hum, the sound akin to a purr.

"yeah." you turn your head to the side, your lips brushing against the center of sylus' palm, along the jagged line of the cut he inflicted upon himself for your sake. an unspoken apology. "thank you, sylus."

his thumb makes another pass over your cheekbone, sweeping away your apology - wholly unneeded and unnecessary in his mind. you clutch at his hand against your face, holding onto sylus as if he's your lifeline.

and maybe now he is.

[itadores]

anything for you.

note: my beautiful princess tsubaki <3 had this idea on my mind for a bit, so i hope you enjoy!

pairing: tsubakino tasuku x gender neutral reader

word count: 1.8k

tags: gender neutral reader, he/him pronouns used for tsubaki, vague descriptions of violence, established relationship, fluff, pet names, reader is an acts of service kind of person

it’s in the heat of a fight when it happens.

tsubakino and the jikoku unit are on patrol when one of the townspeople informs them that some punks are causing trouble on the outskirts of makochi. they are quick to intervene, and the fight they find themselves involved in isn’t difficult by any means, each member of the jikoku unit able to take on their opponent with ease.

the guy that tsubakino’s facing is rather unimpressive, but he’s able to get a lucky hit on tsubakino. the punch doesn’t hurt in the slightest, but tsubakino notices something right after he gets hit.

the shift in tsubakino’s energy is nearly palpable, causing some people involved in the brawl to freeze. the twins pause from fighting for a moment, meeting each other’s gaze and sharing a look before turning towards tsubakino. there’s only one thing that would set their captain off like that.

tsubakino has chipped a nail.

tsubakino’s opponent appears to notice him inspecting his nails and scoffs. “aw, is the princess upset because she ruined a nail?” he taunts. a foolish move considering it only serves to anger tsubakino more.

“my partner just did my nails,” tsubakino smooths his skirt out before turning his attention to the punk responsible. “and you just had to go and mess it up.”

the man must have come to his senses because his hands shake as he holds them out in front of him in fists. he tries to step back, to put some distance between himself and tsubakino, but it’s futile. in one smooth kick, tsubakino knocks him out.

tsubakino turns towards the rest of the jikoku unit with a tight smile on his face. “let’s make this quick boys!”

members of the jikoku unit follow the command from their captain, no longer taking the time to leisurely play around with their opponents. they knock out the men with ease, pushing them out of town with their tails tucked between their legs.

“great work guys!” tsubakino’s smile is no longer as tight as before as he praises his unit for a job well done. “that’s the end of our patrol, so you guys are free for the rest of today!” he says, clapping his hands together.

with tsubakino's dismissal, most of the jikoku unit disperses, saying their goodbyes as they pass by their captain. the only people who stick around are his vice-captains: the sakaki twins.

"that includes you two," tsubakino says, wagging a finger at his second-in-commands, "you're free to go."

"we'll see you tomorrow," uryu says, dipping his head slightly. uryu and seiryu begin to walk off, but seiryu makes sure to sneak in a cheeky comment before they can get too far.

"enjoy your time with your partner, tsubaki!" there's a knowing look on seiryu's face as he waves goodbye over his shoulder.

"i will," tsubakino replies, smiling.

once his team is out of view, tsubakino takes his phone out and pulls up your contact. clicking the call button, tsubakino raises the mobile device to his ear. it only rings once before you answer.

"hello beautiful," you say in a sing-songy way, making tsubakino's smile widen.

"hi baby," tsubakino coos. he draws the phone closer to his ear as if it will bring you even nearer to him. "what are you doing?"

"nothing much," you sigh, "just getting some work done at home. what about you? you should be done with patrol by now, right?"

"yeah, i just finished! had to sort some guys out who were causing trouble on the edge of town, and one of them messed up my nails," tsubakino pouts as he inspects his nails again. the damage isn't devastating, but his one chipped nail already bothers him.

"are you alright? no injuries?" you ask, concern seeping into your voice.

"no injuries," tsubakino promises, sweet and reassuring. although tsubakino can take care of himself, which you're more than well aware of, he knows that you can't help but worry about him.

"good. good," you say, sounding relieved. "if you're free right now, do you want to come over to mine? i can fix your nail since i know it's going to bother you if it doesn't get fixed soon," you lightly tease.

"that sounds great,” tsubakino beams. “i'll pick up some snacks and drinks for us on my way over, so i'll be at yours in half an hour or so?"

“sounds perfect, my love. i’ll see you soon.”

tsubakino and you exchange goodbyes and i love yous before ending the call. he then begins walking back towards the center of town, thinking of what he wants to pick up for you two to share.

although the decision is really made for tsubakino since many of the townspeople offer him food and drinks as he passes by their establishments. he tries to turn some of them down, but they insist, placing to-go bags directly into tsubakino's hands for him to take. once tsubakino's hands are completely full, he opts to take side streets to your place instead of the main road. it's thankfully quieter on this route, and no good-natured shop keepers offer tsubakino any of their goods.

tsubakino arrives at your front door, a little less than half an hour after the call ended with you. he lightly knocks on your door, unable to do much more with his hands full. he can hear the pitter patter of footsteps before the door swings open, revealing your beautiful face.

"hello gorgeous," you greet before quickly ushering tsubakino inside. "let me take these from you. thank you so much for grabbing something on your way, you didn't have to."

"thank you honey." tsubakino gives you a kiss on the cheek, leaving behind a light imprint of his lipstick. "and i was planning on buying us some snacks and drinks, but the townspeople essentially shoved these into my arms as i was passing through the center."

"ah, as they usually do?"

tsubakino hums in response, wrapping himself around you as you unload the food and drinks tsubakino was provided with onto your kitchen table. you lean back into tsubakino's hold, pressing a kiss into the column of his neck.

"do you want to eat right now or do you want me to fix your nail first?"

"are you hungry?" tsubakino asks in return. "or thirsty?"

you make a contemplative sound. "not really. i can fix your nail first and then we can eat afterwards?" you suggest.

tsubakino drops his chin onto your shoulder, squeezing you a little tighter. "sounds good, baby."

"how about you go take a seat at my work station, and i'll join you after i quickly clean up here?"

tsubakino releases his hold on you and follows your suggestion. he makes his way through your apartment, pushing the door to venture into your bedroom. your work station is in the far corner of your room, and tsubakino takes a seat in the chair that's unofficially designated as his.

you’re not far behind him, entering your room only a few minutes after tsubakino takes a seat. you take the seat opposite of him, flipping on your desk lamp and making yourself comfortable.

“okay, let me see the damage.”

tsubakino places his left hand in your open palm, allowing you to inspect his nails and see how your work has held up from his fight.

"at least it's only one," you murmur, rubbing the pad of your thumb over the nail of his index finger. the red polish that you previously used to paint tsubakino's nails has chipped off in some places, exposing his nail bed.

you let go of tsubakino's hand, so you can pull open your desk drawers. "you can play some music in the background if you want, love," you say as you dig through your drawers to locate the supplies necessary to repair the chipped polish.

tsubakino pulls outs his phone from his pocket, opening up the music player app and putting the playlist you made together on shuffle. music suddenly fills the room, playing at a low volume from his speaker. the corner of your lips quirk up into a smile as you continue placing everything you need onto your desk.

you gently take tsubakino’s hand, beginning the process of carefully taking off the polish on his left index finger. tsubakino props his elbow onto your desk, resting his chin into his open palm, content to watch as you work away.

you're mostly relaxed, singing along quietly to the song playing in the background but from time to time, your face will scrunch up slightly in concentration, careful to not mess up tsubakino's other nails or smear any of the ruby red polish onto his cuticles. you’re too cute. tsubakino's so lucky to have a partner like you.

you're so supportive of him and his interests. you've always been like that. you often send him links to fashion articles or posts you think he would be interested in and enjoy surprising him from time to time with new hair, skincare, or makeup products you think he would like trying out. he appreciates how you've also tried to familiarize yourself with his interests, whether its through your own research or by asking tsubakino questions when he's talking about the latest fashion trends.

however, tsubakino was most touched when you offered to do his nails for the first time, shyly informing him that you've been trying to teach yourself how to do nails, so he wouldn't have to pay and go to a salon to get it done. you profusely apologized when they turned out a little wonky the first time you did them for him, but that's still tsubakino's favorite set he's ever gotten done because you did them for him.

you've definitely improved over time and grown far more confident in your skills. tsubakino thinks you could make some real money doing people's nails, but you brush him off whenever he brings it up, saying that you're content with having one client.

it doesn't take you long to finish fixing up tsubakino's nail. you carefully look it over for any imperfections, turning tsubakino's hand slightly from side to side before you appear to be satisfied.

"all done!"

"amazing work as always!" tsubakino praises, holding his hand up to admire the job you've done. you really are so talented.

"you flatter me, love," you say, laughing lightly as you put your equipment away in your desk drawers. once everything is in its place, you dust your hands off and offer a hand to tsubakino. he places his hand in yours, smiling when you kiss the back of it.

"shall we go eat now that's taken care of?"

"we shall."

tsubakino allows you to lead him out of your bedroom and into your kitchen, smiling the whole way through. he really is so lucky to experience a love like yours.

[itadores]

tags: gender neutral reader, vampire au, blood

newly turned vampire reader who refuses to feed once you’re brought back to life because you don’t want to hurt anyone :( sylus offers himself up to you for you to feed from him but you stubbornly turn him down because you especially don’t want to cause any harm to sylus of all people. you’d never forgive yourself. but your situation gets increasingly dire and sylus can’t stand watching you wither away when there’s something he can do about it. so he decides to force your hand and barges into the room you’ve holed yourself up in and slices his palm open before you can even yell at him to leave you be.

the metallic tang of fresh blood fills your nostrils and immediately floods your mouth with saliva. your protests about sylus’ presence in your room quickly die out as you grapple with the last threads of your self control.

“what are you waiting for? go on. take your fill.”

sylus sways his hand slightly, beckoning you closer. your gaze is transfixed on the drop of blood that drips down the side of his hand, landing on the ground in a small splatter. your fangs dig into the plush of your bottom lip and you have to swallow the saliva that’s pooling in your mouth before it can leak down your chin.

you pull your gaze away from his hand to find sylus’ eyes already on you. there is no discomfort or uneasiness to be found in sylus’ expression or demeanor - only a look of expectancy, accentuated by the raise of one of his brows when he sees you searching his face.

your hunger gnaws and gnaws at you and unable to find a trace of apprehension in sylus, your self control completely and finally unravels. you move across the room in a blur, still unused to your newfound speed and nearly topple sylus and yourself over. he grunts upon the sudden impact but manages to remain upright.

there is no room for embarrassment as you feed for the first time since turning. you noisily slurp up the blood from sylus' open wound, quite literally eating out of the palm of his hand. you don't know how long you stay in that position, on your knees, holding sylus' forearm captive in a bruising grip as you eat and eat and eat.

it's only when hunger no claws at your insides that you peer up at sylus through lidded eyes.

“thanks,” you croak - voice rusty from disuse. unable to help yourself, you run your tongue over the lines of his palm once more to lap up any remaining blood before licking your saliva-slick lips.

"full now?" sylus turns his hand, and you lean your cheek into his palm, uncaring of the sticky mess you've made. his thumb brushes against your cheekbone, smearing the mix of blood and saliva that coats your skin.

you hum, the sound akin to a purr.

"yeah." you turn your head to the side, your lips brushing against the center of sylus' palm, along the jagged line of the cut he inflicted upon himself for your sake. an unspoken apology. "thank you, sylus."

his thumb makes another pass over your cheekbone, sweeping away your apology - wholly unneeded and unnecessary in his mind. you clutch at his hand against your face, holding onto sylus as if he's your lifeline.

and maybe now he is.

[itadores]

tags: gender neutral reader, vampire au, blood

newly turned vampire reader who refuses to feed once you’re brought back to life because you don’t want to hurt anyone :( sylus offers himself up to you for you to feed from him but you stubbornly turn him down because you especially don’t want to cause any harm to sylus of all people. you’d never forgive yourself. but your situation gets increasingly dire and sylus can’t stand watching you wither away when there’s something he can do about it. so he decides to force your hand and barges into the room you’ve holed yourself up in and slices his palm open before you can even yell at him to leave you be.

the metallic tang of fresh blood fills your nostrils and immediately floods your mouth with saliva. your protests about sylus’ presence in your room quickly die out as you grapple with the last threads of your self control.

“what are you waiting for? go on. take your fill.”

sylus sways his hand slightly, beckoning you closer. your gaze is transfixed on the drop of blood that drips down the side of his hand, landing on the ground in a small splatter. your fangs dig into the plush of your bottom lip and you have to swallow the saliva that’s pooling in your mouth before it can leak down your chin.

you pull your gaze away from his hand to find sylus’ eyes already on you. there is no discomfort or uneasiness to be found in sylus’ expression or demeanor - only a look of expectancy, accentuated by the raise of one of his brows when he sees you searching his face.

your hunger gnaws and gnaws at you and unable to find a trace of apprehension in sylus, your self control completely and finally unravels. you move across the room in a blur, still unused to your newfound speed and nearly topple sylus and yourself over. he grunts upon the sudden impact but manages to remain upright.

there is no room for embarrassment as you feed for the first time since turning. you noisily slurp up the blood from sylus' open wound, quite literally eating out of the palm of his hand. you don't know how long you stay in that position, on your knees, holding sylus' forearm captive in a bruising grip as you eat and eat and eat.

it's only when hunger no claws at your insides that you peer up at sylus through lidded eyes.

“thanks,” you croak - voice rusty from disuse. unable to help yourself, you run your tongue over the lines of his palm once more to lap up any remaining blood before licking your saliva-slick lips.

"full now?" sylus turns his hand, and you lean your cheek into his palm, uncaring of the sticky mess you've made. his thumb brushes against your cheekbone, smearing the mix of blood and saliva that coats your skin.

you hum, the sound akin to a purr.

"yeah." you turn your head to the side, your lips brushing against the center of sylus' palm, along the jagged line of the cut he inflicted upon himself for your sake. an unspoken apology. "thank you, sylus."

his thumb makes another pass over your cheekbone, sweeping away your apology - wholly unneeded and unnecessary in his mind. you clutch at his hand against your face, holding onto sylus as if he's your lifeline.

and maybe now he is.

[itadores]

note: i love him berry much

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, sleepytime shenanigans

Sakura shivers as you drag your fingers along the expanse of his bare back - your touch lazy and light. The route they follow only known to you.

"That tickles."

The pillow crinkles under Sakura as he turns his head and glances back at you. He squints, brows furrowing. It's difficult to see much of anything in the overwhelming darkness of night, but this close to you, Sakura can still make out the shadowy outline of your face, your expression lax and softened with drowsiness.

Your eyes flicker to meet his. They cut through the darkness and seem to shine. At least, to Sakura they do.

You hum. "Feels nice though? Right?"

He makes a contemplative sound. A grumble. You take it as a yes.

"Turn back around. Guess what I'm writing."

Sakura does as you say, his cheek coming to rest against the pillow once more.

This is not the first time that you've had him try and make sense of the scribbles and doodles you seem to enjoy so much tracing into his skin, and he's sure that it will not be the last. He's not exactly sure why you like it so much, but the feeling of your gentle touch is nice. Relaxing even if it makes the short hairs on the back of his neck stand on end sometimes.

Sakura's eyes slip closed once he feels your hand on his back again.

Your finger traces a short line down his spine.

"I."

“Mhm.”

You move your finger in one smooth loopy motion. Pause. Your touch disappears for a moment before you mirror the action you've just made.

A crease forms between Sakura's brows.

"Again."

You repeat the movement - still as incomprehensible to Sakura as the first time.

"It's a shape, not a letter," you offer as a clue.

"One more time."

You repeat the motion for Sakura again, and this time, a mental image begins to form in Sakura's mind.

"A heart?"

"Mhm. The next thing will be a letter."

You drag your finger down before curving up again.

"U?" Sakura guesses. "I heart U?"

This time, it is not the pad of your fingertip that makes contact with Sakura's back, but rather, it's the familiar sensation of the plush of your lips. Sakura stiffens at the unexpectedness of the kiss.

"I love you too, Haruka."

"What?"

Sakura shifts. You loosen your hold around his midsection, allowing him to move more freely as he rolls onto his side to face you.

"What? You said I love you, so I said it back."

You attempt to feign innocence, but the crinkle by your eyes and the smile you're barely concealing give away your true intentions. Sakura's mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to gather his thoughts to say something, anything, back to you, but a small yawn from you makes him stop.

"I'm sleepy," you mumble, stating the obvious. You're hardly able to keep your eyes open. "Turn over again. Wanna hold you."

Sakura is grateful for the darkness because you're unable to see the way that his cheeks burn. He wants to tell you that you're already holding onto him, but he knows what you mean. What you actually want. He turns onto his side again, facing the wall and away from you once more.

You snuggle closer to Sakura, tightening your arm around his middle. A drowsy kiss is pressed to his spine.

"Good night, Haruka. I love you."

"Night."

A pause.

"Love you too."

You've already drifted to sleep by the time he says it.

[itadores]

note: i love him berry much

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, sleepytime shenanigans

Sakura shivers as you drag your fingers along the expanse of his bare back - your touch lazy and light. The route they follow only known to you.

"That tickles."

The pillow crinkles under Sakura as he turns his head and glances back at you. He squints, brows furrowing. It's difficult to see much of anything in the overwhelming darkness of night, but this close to you, Sakura can still make out the shadowy outline of your face, your expression lax and softened with drowsiness.

Your eyes flicker to meet his. They cut through the darkness and seem to shine. At least, to Sakura they do.

You hum. "Feels nice though? Right?"

He makes a contemplative sound. A grumble. You take it as a yes.

"Turn back around. Guess what I'm writing."

Sakura does as you say, his cheek coming to rest against the pillow once more.

This is not the first time that you've had him try and make sense of the scribbles and doodles you seem to enjoy so much tracing into his skin, and he's sure that it will not be the last. He's not exactly sure why you like it so much, but the feeling of your gentle touch is nice. Relaxing even if it makes the short hairs on the back of his neck stand on end sometimes.

Sakura's eyes slip closed once he feels your hand on his back again.

Your finger traces a short line down his spine.

"I."

“Mhm.”

You move your finger in one smooth loopy motion. Pause. Your touch disappears for a moment before you mirror the action you've just made.

A crease forms between Sakura's brows.

"Again."

You repeat the movement - still as incomprehensible to Sakura as the first time.

"It's a shape, not a letter," you offer as a clue.

"One more time."

You repeat the motion for Sakura again, and this time, a mental image begins to form in Sakura's mind.

"A heart?"

"Mhm. The next thing will be a letter."

You drag your finger down before curving up again.

"U?" Sakura guesses. "I heart U?"

This time, it is not the pad of your fingertip that makes contact with Sakura's back, but rather, it's the familiar sensation of the plush of your lips. Sakura stiffens at the unexpectedness of the kiss.

"I love you too, Haruka."

"What?"

Sakura shifts. You loosen your hold around his midsection, allowing him to move more freely as he rolls onto his side to face you.

"What? You said I love you, so I said it back."

You attempt to feign innocence, but the crinkle by your eyes and the smile you're barely concealing give away your true intentions. Sakura's mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to gather his thoughts to say something, anything, back to you, but a small yawn from you makes him stop.

"I'm sleepy," you mumble, stating the obvious. You're hardly able to keep your eyes open. "Turn over again. Wanna hold you."

Sakura is grateful for the darkness because you're unable to see the way that his cheeks burn. He wants to tell you that you're already holding onto him, but he knows what you mean. What you actually want. He turns onto his side again, facing the wall and away from you once more.

You snuggle closer to Sakura, tightening your arm around his middle. A drowsy kiss is pressed to his spine.

"Good night, Haruka. I love you."

"Night."

A pause.

"Love you too."

You've already drifted to sleep by the time he says it.

[itadores]

note: i love him berry much

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, sleepytime shenanigans

Sakura shivers as you drag your fingers along the expanse of his bare back - your touch lazy and light. The route they follow only known to you.

"That tickles."

The pillow crinkles under Sakura as he turns his head and glances back at you. He squints, brows furrowing. It's difficult to see much of anything in the overwhelming darkness of night, but this close to you, Sakura can still make out the shadowy outline of your face, your expression lax and softened with drowsiness.

Your eyes flicker to meet his. They cut through the darkness and seem to shine. At least, to Sakura they do.

You hum. "Feels nice though? Right?"

He makes a contemplative sound. A grumble. You take it as a yes.

"Turn back around. Guess what I'm writing."

Sakura does as you say, his cheek coming to rest against the pillow once more.

This is not the first time that you've had him try and make sense of the scribbles and doodles you seem to enjoy so much tracing into his skin, and he's sure that it will not be the last. He's not exactly sure why you like it so much, but the feeling of your gentle touch is nice. Relaxing even if it makes the short hairs on the back of his neck stand on end sometimes.

Sakura's eyes slip closed once he feels your hand on his back again.

Your finger traces a short line down his spine.

"I."

“Mhm.”

You move your finger in one smooth loopy motion. Pause. Your touch disappears for a moment before you mirror the action you've just made.

A crease forms between Sakura's brows.

"Again."

You repeat the movement - still as incomprehensible to Sakura as the first time.

"It's a shape, not a letter," you offer as a clue.

"One more time."

You repeat the motion for Sakura again, and this time, a mental image begins to form in Sakura's mind.

"A heart?"

"Mhm. The next thing will be a letter."

You drag your finger down before curving up again.

"U?" Sakura guesses. "I heart U?"

This time, it is not the pad of your fingertip that makes contact with Sakura's back, but rather, it's the familiar sensation of the plush of your lips. Sakura stiffens at the unexpectedness of the kiss.

"I love you too, Haruka."

"What?"

Sakura shifts. You loosen your hold around his midsection, allowing him to move more freely as he rolls onto his side to face you.

"What? You said I love you, so I said it back."

You attempt to feign innocence, but the crinkle by your eyes and the smile you're barely concealing give away your true intentions. Sakura's mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to gather his thoughts to say something, anything, back to you, but a small yawn from you makes him stop.

"I'm sleepy," you mumble, stating the obvious. You're hardly able to keep your eyes open. "Turn over again. Wanna hold you."

Sakura is grateful for the darkness because you're unable to see the way that his cheeks burn. He wants to tell you that you're already holding onto him, but he knows what you mean. What you actually want. He turns onto his side again, facing the wall and away from you once more.

You snuggle closer to Sakura, tightening your arm around his middle. A drowsy kiss is pressed to his spine.

"Good night, Haruka. I love you."

"Night."

A pause.

"Love you too."

You've already drifted to sleep by the time he says it.

[itadores]

note: i love him berry much

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, sleepytime shenanigans

Sakura shivers as you drag your fingers along the expanse of his bare back - your touch lazy and light. The route they follow only known to you.

"That tickles."

The pillow crinkles under Sakura as he turns his head and glances back at you. He squints, brows furrowing. It's difficult to see much of anything in the overwhelming darkness of night, but this close to you, Sakura can still make out the shadowy outline of your face, your expression lax and softened with drowsiness.

Your eyes flicker to meet his. They cut through the darkness and seem to shine. At least, to Sakura they do.

You hum. "Feels nice though? Right?"

He makes a contemplative sound. A grumble. You take it as a yes.

"Turn back around. Guess what I'm writing."

Sakura does as you say, his cheek coming to rest against the pillow once more.

This is not the first time that you've had him try and make sense of the scribbles and doodles you seem to enjoy so much tracing into his skin, and he's sure that it will not be the last. He's not exactly sure why you like it so much, but the feeling of your gentle touch is nice. Relaxing even if it makes the short hairs on the back of his neck stand on end sometimes.

Sakura's eyes slip closed once he feels your hand on his back again.

Your finger traces a short line down his spine.

"I."

“Mhm.”

You move your finger in one smooth loopy motion. Pause. Your touch disappears for a moment before you mirror the action you've just made.

A crease forms between Sakura's brows.

"Again."

You repeat the movement - still as incomprehensible to Sakura as the first time.

"It's a shape, not a letter," you offer as a clue.

"One more time."

You repeat the motion for Sakura again, and this time, a mental image begins to form in Sakura's mind.

"A heart?"

"Mhm. The next thing will be a letter."

You drag your finger down before curving up again.

"U?" Sakura guesses. "I heart U?"

This time, it is not the pad of your fingertip that makes contact with Sakura's back, but rather, it's the familiar sensation of the plush of your lips. Sakura stiffens at the unexpectedness of the kiss.

"I love you too, Haruka."

"What?"

Sakura shifts. You loosen your hold around his midsection, allowing him to move more freely as he rolls onto his side to face you.

"What? You said I love you, so I said it back."

You attempt to feign innocence, but the crinkle by your eyes and the smile you're barely concealing give away your true intentions. Sakura's mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to gather his thoughts to say something, anything, back to you, but a small yawn from you makes him stop.

"I'm sleepy," you mumble, stating the obvious. You're hardly able to keep your eyes open. "Turn over again. Wanna hold you."

Sakura is grateful for the darkness because you're unable to see the way that his cheeks burn. He wants to tell you that you're already holding onto him, but he knows what you mean. What you actually want. He turns onto his side again, facing the wall and away from you once more.

You snuggle closer to Sakura, tightening your arm around his middle. A drowsy kiss is pressed to his spine.

"Good night, Haruka. I love you."

"Night."

A pause.

"Love you too."

You've already drifted to sleep by the time he says it.