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It was a cool spring night. You were laying in bed with your lover Suna Rintarou. The both of you embracing one another to use your bodyâs temperature as natural warmth.
You were wide awake though. Why? You didnât know. You just were. Sure you need sleep, but what could you do for not being able to sleep?
âY/n? Whyâre you still up..?â He mumbled, noticing your distressed shifting.
âCanât sleep.â You replied casually, yet exhausted, also slightly shivering from the cold. Sure it was spring, but that didnt mean it was gonna be super warm.
He let go of you for a second, still half awake, taking off his hoodie, wearing a black tee underneath, before handing it to you. After you put it on, he went back to embrace you, pressing soft kisses to your face.
âIf you need anything, let me knowâŚâ he said in a deep tired voice.
âI willâ
He put his hand up the hoodie to draw shapes on your bare back, to hopefully help you fall asleep easier.
It helped a lot.
He then pressed more soft and tender kisses to your face before eventually kissing your lips.
After pulling away you laid your head on his chest, letting him draw shapes on your back. You felt your eyes become heavier.
Before you knew it, youâd have fallen asleep. Comfortably in his embrace.
Suna kept drawing shapes for a bit before eventually removing his hand, pressing another kiss on your forehead.
Eventually he murmured a quick âGoodnightâ before passing out with you in his embrace.
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
im so tired with everything aaa... I have no motivation at all... LIKE I wanna do so much things but dont know where to start and stuff like that. I was writing but didnt like my writing. I was watching new cdrama but I miss more another cdrama. I want to draw but cant draw. I want watching haikyuu and read bllk manga (AND CANT WAIT FOR THE MOVIE WITH K as nagiâźď¸) but I dont feel relaxed at all. I wanna play videogames but I dont have my computer....
I SHOULD TIDY MY ROOM BUT I DONT WANT IT. but at the same time I do... like it is so messy in here. How people make it like so aesthetic yet still have so many stuff... I literally have so many stuff... I am still afraid of selling and stuff.. why cant I do anythingđ
pictures with suna. fluff. fem!reader. | not proofread.
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You and Suna came home late today. Because first was grocery shopping, next was his EJP Raijin game, after were the press interviews, then came the post-game celebrations...and then, home finally.
So when you walked into the apartment, realizing all the dishes from breakfast this morning were still stacked in the sink, you visibly sagged.
And of course, Suna noticed.
"Do them later," he murmured behind you, dropping his duffle bag against the wall.
"Then they'll never get done, Rinnie," you giggled with a soft boop on his nose. "But I think I'm gonna shower first. Get this off before I wrinkle it.â
You start towards the hallway to the restroom, tugging gently at the hem of your skirt, untucking the EJP t-shirt you wore to his game this afternoon.
But Sunaâs voice stopped you before you could leave the living room.
âWait.â
You paused in the doorway, tilting your head.
He was still leaning on the counter, his hoodie sleeves pushed up, the corners of his mouth twitching like he wanted to smile but wasnât sure if he should.
âJustâŚstay like that for a sec.â
ââŚWhy?â
Suna stepped forward, slow.
His voice was soft. âHavenât really gotten to look at you.â
Your heart kicked, fluttered, flutter-kicked. You blinked, self-conscious all over again.
âItâs just a skirt, Rin,â you mumbled, tugging at the skirt. "And your tee."
âNo,â he said. âItâs not. Not on you.â
You tried to laugh it off, your soft eyes avoiding his. âYouâre acting weird.â
âIâm serious.â His eyes dragged over you like a slow sunset. âSpin for me.â
âWhat?!â
He grinned nowâgreen eyes mischievous and hooded and something else underneath. âCâmon. Just once. Gimme the full effect.â
Your cheeks flamed. âRintarou.â
âAww, no Rinnie? You must be shy," he remarked as-a-matter-of-factly.
âWell...I am shy.â
âAnd I am asking nicely.â He wiggled his eyebrows, playful. âTwirl for me, pretty girl.â
You rolled your eyes, groaning quietly, but your hands went to your skirt anyway. You gave the softest twirl, the hem lifting just slightly around your knees, the yellow EJP ribbon holding your bun together just falling slightly over your right shoulder.
He didnât say anything for a moment.
Just watched.
Like he was memorizing the exact way the fabric hugged you (he absolutely was). The way your smile was soft and unsure. The way you looked in his colors. His colors. His. His. His.
And then he pulled his phone from his pocket.
âPicture?â he asked, voice careful, hopeful. âJust for me?â
You hesitated.
He saw the worry behind your eyes.
âI wonât post it. Promise.â His voice dropped, gentler now. âI just wanna keep it. Just for me. I promise, angel."
ââŚOkay,â you whispered. All cautious but there was no need to be. Suna never did anything without your consent. Never.
And so, you stood still. Soft. Shy. A bit flustered. Not knowing how to pose, hands clasped in front of you, face turned away.
Suna took the photo slowly. One. Then another.
And then a third, where he called your name softly just as he clicked, catching your smile.
âGot it,â he said, staring at his phone. âPerfect.â
âOh, youâre so annoying,â you muttered.
âAnd youâre cute when you lie, angel," he murmured, voice low.
He stepped closer to you, hands gently grasping your waist. Then a sweet, lingering kiss to your forehead.
a/n; to my beautiful suna rinnie, i promise i love you. i love you first. i love you always.
broken promise with suna. slight angst. fem!reader. | not proofread.
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You've always had a crush on Atsumu. He was a flirt, a charmer, but a complete lover, and unabashed, you were drawn to that.
So when he so sweetly asked you to wear his jersey for tomorrow's game against EJP Raijinâ
"C'mon, sweetheart. You always cheer for Rin. It's my turn, yeah? Do it for me? You're my best friend too."
âyou caved. No thoughts, just a murmur of 'yes' as he cuddled and kissed you on the cheek, all settled on the couch of his sleek apartment courtesy of his pro athlete salary.
You didn't mean any harm, attending the MSBY vs. EJP Raijin game, in Atsumu's spare jersey tucked nicely in a white, ruffled miniskirt. Hair pulled back in a cute little bow Atsumu bought you. All dolled up, just for him.
But...you had planned on wearing EJP gold. You had planned on cheering for Suna. Your best friend since diapers, long before the Miyas. Your Rin. Your Rinnie. A relationship that blossomed just like Kuroo to Kenma. That's how it had always been. You and Suna since always.
You even promised him you'll be at EJP's VIP seatsâ
"Remember to look up at me. I'll be right there. I'll wave to you!"
âa pinky promise made in Osaka. On the hotel balcony of Suna's room when he and the rest of EJP arrived a week before game day. The hotel is not at all sleek like Atsumu's but all cozy and home and everything comforting because Suna was there.
The screams of fans should have drowned out the beating of your heart, but it didn't. Your chest was tight. Hands clammy, fidgeting with the hem of Atsumu's jersey.
And when EJP scored the first point and Suna glanced up, like he always did, his eyes scanned the crowd. First to the VIP seats, decked in gold...then to the VIP seats far on the other side of the court. And glowing green eyes found you in seconds. They always did.
But then they dropped. Not in shock. Not in confusion. No expression. No anger. No tight jaw or flaring eyes.
Just a blink. And then he turned away like you werenât there at all.
You didnât wave. You didnât cheer. You barely breathed.
The game ended with MSBY's win.
"It's only fair!" Atsumu exclaimed to Sakusa in the athlete tunnel. "Sunarin and 'Toya beat us to pulp last season! And that Washio's like a brick wall."
You smiled fondly at Atsumu. Small, shy, sweet.
"Or maybe...I just had my lucky charm, huh?" he whispered in your ear, voice low and gravelly.
"Mm...maybe," you giggled, leaning up to press a kiss on his cheek.
And then Suna passed by.
"Yo, Suna, good game...I'm telling Kita I finally beat your ass," Atsumu remarked loudly for all the press lingering in the tunnel to hear. "And Ren and Akagi and Aran and Gin and 'Samu as a matter of fact."
Suna didnât look. Didnât say anything. Didnât even pause. But just as he reached the exit, he turned around, duffle bag slung over his right shoulder, a small smirk playing on his lips and his voice low and lazy.
"Sure. We'll just get you next time."
After a beat.
"Still got more aces than you."
"Why you little shiâ!"
And before you could help yourself, you stepped away from Atsumu.
âRin?â you voice, all soft and gentle.
Nothing.
âRin, waitâplease."
He kept walking. You followed just enough, just within arms reach should you need to grab him.
"Rinnie, please."
He froze. Just for a breath.
Then slowly turned, eyes shadowed, looking anywhere but you.
âYou donât owe me anything,â he said calmly. Too calmly. Like heâd practiced it multiple times in the locker room. âYou can cheer for whoever you want.â
âThatâs notââ Your voice wavered and cracked. âIt wasnât like that. I was gonna wear yours, Iâhe justâhe asked so sweetly, and we'reâhe's my friend too. And I didnât wanna hurtâandââ
He cut you off, voice firm in a low drawl with a nonchalance that's very Suna-like. "I know. You don't have to explain."
Then his lips twitched. Not into a smile. Something smaller. Sadder.
âHe always knows how to get what he wants.â
And with that, he turned again.
This time for good.
And all you could do was stand there, heart in your throat, watching his back disappear into the night like he hadnât been your everything just yesterday. Just a few days ago. Just...forever.
You text Suna later that night when all the post-game celebrations were over, and Atsumu had taken you back home. A sweet kiss pressed against your cheek, and a 'he can never be mad at you, he'll come around' murmured in your ear.
1:08 AM
Rin?
I'm so sorry.
I was going to wear gold. I promise I'd never do that to you.
2:43 AM
Are you mad?
The messages turn as 'read' at 3:58 AM. But there was no reply.
And Suna...Suna always replies.
You've always had a crush on Atsumu. So why did it feel like your heart was breaking in two?
Logline: On a restless world tour, a quiet photographer and Jesse Rutherford begin falling into each otherâs orbit through lingering glances and late-night conversations.
Author's Note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG... Lmk if you guys want me to write more to this
The city was quieter than it had any right to be for a tour stop. The neon glow of the streetlights bounced off the black tour bus, casting jagged reflections across the asphalt. It was only just a few stops into the wourld tour, Jesse had already started feeling the push and pull of it. The adrenaline of the shows, the exhaustion of the travel, the blur of new cities and new faces. Some nights, he thrived on the chaos, loved the way the crowd roared like it could drown out anything else. Other nights, like this one, he felt the weight of it pressing in; the constant noise, the endless motion, the sense that he was moving but never really getting anywhere.
Jesse stepped off the bus with the same slow, deliberate rhythm he always had. Cigarette dangling between his fingers, he tilted his head back slightly, letting the smoke curl up toward the sky. This quiet was the only part of it that felt like it belonged to him.
He barely noticed the chill in the air or the faint hum of the street around him. He was lost in thought, the weight of another city pressing into his chest, music still vibrating faintly from inside the bus.
He took a slow drag, eyes half-closed, letting the smoke curl lazily toward the streetlights. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was thinking about the way sheâd been around lately, always appearing in the small moments between chaos, always calm, always steady.Â
His thoughts were interrupted by movement; quick, distracted, entirely unaware of him. One moment, he was lost in the rhythm of the tour, the blur of cities and lights pressing in on him, the exhaustion and adrenaline mingling into something that left him both hollow and wired. The next, his mind drifted to her, Y/n. She was a part of the tour photography team. She always seemed to claim the front of the barricades, camera poised, capturing everything he did without ever needing to be noticed herself.
For the past few weeks of the tour, he hadnât gotten close to her at all. Their worlds were separate planetsâhe, whisked away by managers, handlers, and the constant motion of life on the road; she, vanishing into empty corridors or quiet corners, camera in hand, disappearing just as quickly as she appeared. His only window into her was the way she framed him, her photos cropping out the chaos, leaving only him in focus. The images would appear on The Neighbourhoodâs Instagram the next day, and heâd stare at them longer than he should, tracing the lines of his face through her lens, wondering how she saw him; what she chose to hold onto and what she let go.
He knew his bandmate Zach was friends with her; thatâs how sheâd gotten on tour. That made herâŚÂ untouchable, off-limits in a way that only made her more magnetic. He couldnât ask Zach about her, that would be inappropriate, but it didnât stop the way he imagined her eyes on him when he was on stage, how he ached for just a fraction of that attention offstage. For those two hours under the lights, if he was lucky, she would be the only girl looking at him, the only one he wanted to see. And that thought of seeing her through the chaos was both a torment and a pulse of something dangerously sweet in his chest.
Y/n peeled away from the venue slowly, like she wasnât quite ready to let the night end. The noise still clung to her. Voices ringing faintly in her ears as she made her way back through the parking lot toward the smaller, far less impressive tour bus sheâd been calling home for the past few weeks.
Working this tour had been a gift, something she still wasnât sure she fully deserved. Zach had pulled strings, vouched for her, and trusted her with something bigger than anything sheâd done before. And it was everything sheâd hoped for; access, movement, moments no one else got to see. But it didnât come with the glamour people imagined. No private rooms, no endless luxuries... just cramped bunks, long nights, and the constant feeling of existing just outside the world the band lived in. Close enough to witness it, never quite part of it.
Still, there were parts she couldnât shake.
Him, mostly.
She thought about the way Jesse moved on stage; effortless, magnetic, like the entire crowd bent toward him without him ever having to try. Night after night, sheâd watched him from behind her camera, watching the way heâd look out into the sea of faces, mostly girls pressed against barricades, reaching for him like he was something just out of reach. Sheâd always wondered what he saw when he looked at them. If he saw individuals at all, or if it all blurred together into one constant, faceless devotion.
And then, sometimes sheâd catch it. A glance. Not enough to be sure, not enough to claim, but just enough to make her pause. Enough to wonder if he ever noticed her the way she noticed him. Enough to wonder if there was anything behind it at all.
She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder, exhaling as she turned behind one of the buses, cutting through the narrow space between parked vehicles and scattered equipment, and stopped.
Jesse stood just a few feet ahead, leaning slightly against the side of the bus, cigarette between his fingers, the ember glowing faintly in the dark. Smoke curled around him, slow and lazy, like heâd been there long enough to settle into the quiet.
For a second, neither of them moved.
He glanced over at her, eyes flicking up without surprise, without urgency. He didnât say anything, just exhaled, a thin stream of smoke slipping past his lips, dissolving into the night air between them.
Y/n hadnât expected anyone else to be out here. Especially not him.
Jesse tilted his head slightly, studying you like he was trying to place something he already knew. The cigarette rested between his fingers, ember glowing faintly as the silence stretched just a second too long.
âYouâre always up front,â he said finally, voice low, casual.
She blinked, caught off guard. âThatâs⌠kind of the job.â
âYeah,â he murmured, glancing away for a second before looking back at Y/n.Â
She exhaled softly, glancing past him toward the bus, toward the quiet street. âItâs not as glamorous as it looks from up there on stage, you know.â
He let out a quiet breath, almost like a laugh, shaking his head a little. âTrust me⌠itâs not that glamorous from up there either.â
Y/nâs eyes flicked back to him. âYeah?â
âSame thing every night,â he said, taking a slow drag from the cigarette. âDifferent city, same set, same people screaming.â There wasnât bitterness in his voice, just something tired. Honest. He glanced at yher again, more directly this time. âYou getting used to it yet?â
The question caught her off guard, like heâd stepped a little closer without actually moving. Y/n shrugged lightly. âI donât think so.â
A faint smirk pulled at his mouth. âYeah⌠you donât really get used to it.â
Y/n let out a quiet breath. âI was wondering when that part would hit.â
âIt already did,â he said, exhaling smoke into the cool air. âYou just get better at pretending it hasnât.â
The honesty of it caught her off guard, softened something in her expression. For a second, it didnât feel like Y/n was standing across from him, just someone else stuck in the same strange loop of nights that never quite ended.
âGuess weâre both still pretending then,â she said quietly.
Jesseâs gaze lingered on Y/n, something unreadable settling behind it. âMaybe,â he replied. A pause. Then, almost absentmindedly, he held the cigarette out slightly between her, like an unspoken offer.
Y/n hesitated before reaching for it. Her fingers brushed against his as she took it, the contact light but lingering a second too long to be accidental. It wasnât enough to pull away from, just enough to notice.
âThank you,â she said softly, almost absentminded. She brought it to her lips and took a slow drag, exhaling a moment later, the smoke curling into the space between them like it belonged there now, like she did.
Jesse didnât say anything; he just watched her. There was a subtle shift in him... something tightening, focusing. Not annoyance, not even surprise⌠something quieter. Sharper.
She was too casual about it. Too comfortable. Most people around him hesitated, overthought, waited for permission. But she hadnât. Sheâd just taken it, like it didnât matter who he was, like the space between them didnât exist the way it did for everyone else. And he couldnât decide if that was what caught his attention⌠or what was starting to get under his skin.
The silence stretched for a few seconds longer than it should have. Y/n didnât seem to mind. She took another slow drag, the cigarette resting between her fingers like it belonged there, like sheâd been doing this with him for longer than just a moment. The ember flared softly, casting a brief, warm glow across the curve of her lips as she inhaled.
Jesse noticed it before he meant to. The way her lips settled around the filter, unhurried. The faint sheen of her lipstick catching the light; it was subtle, but there. And when she pulled the cigarette away, it left behind the slightest mark. A soft stain on the filter of his cigarette. Something about that stuck with him more than it should have.
He found himself staring longer than he meant to, long enough that it started to feel like a mistake. Jesseâs jaw tightened just slightly. Not irritation, just something closer to restraint. Maybe that was what was getting to him.
Or maybe it was just the way her lips kept brushing the filter, leaving that faint trace behind like something he wouldnât be able to ignore now even if he tried.
Another second passed, then Jesse stepped forward. It wasnât sudden. It wasnât even obvious at first. Just a slow, measured step that closed the distance between them inch by inch, like heâd decided something without saying it out loud.Â
Now he was close enough to notice the details he shouldnât have been paying attention to. The faint scent of smoke clinging to her, the way her fingers held the cigarette, the quiet rhythm of her breathing.
Close enough that when she exhaled, the smoke drifted toward him, curling into the space between them before dissolving into the night air. Close enough that it didnât feel casual anymore.
His gaze dropped for just a secondâback to the cigarette, to the mark sheâd left behindâbefore lifting to her again, steady this time, intentional in a way it hadnât been before.
âEnjoying it?â he asked quietly.
His hand lifted before she could answer. He already decided he wasnât going to wait for her to pass it back.
Y/n barely had time to react before his fingers were brushing near her lips as they closed around the filter. The cigarette was still between her lips, his fingers resting against it, the space between them narrowed down to something fragile.
Jesse didnât pull away, not immediately. His fingers lingered just a second longer than necessary, close enough to feel the warmth of her breath, to notice the faint imprint of her lipstick staining the filter where her mouth had been. Now that heâd seen it, he couldnât unsee it.
Slowly, he pulled the cigarette free.
âZachâs the one who brought you out here, right?â Jesse was already stepping back as he said it.
Y/n felt it before she even fully registered what heâd said. It wasnât just that heâd stepped back; it was everything that came with it. The subtle rearranging of space, the way the air between them stopped feeling dense and started feeling empty again. Like something had been quietly taken away without permission. She hadnât realized how close heâd been until he wasnât anymore, and now it felt obvious. Cold, even.
The warmth that had been sitting between them, the cigarette smoke, his presence, the low hum of him right there in front of her had thinned out in an instant. Like it had nowhere to stay anymore.
Zachâs the one who brought you out here, right?
His words replayed in her head, but they didnât land cleanly. Not over the feeling of distance that had settled in so quickly it almost felt intentional. Y/n swallowed slightly, though she wasnât sure why. Her pulse felt louder than it should have been for a conversation that was technically still happening. For something that, on paper, hadnât actually changed. He was still standing there. Still looking at her. Still close enough that she could see the cigarette between his fingers, the faint mark of her lipstick still staining the filter.
She told herself it was nothing. Just the shift in conversation. Just him stepping back into whatever normal version of this was supposed to be. Her eyes lifted to him again.
He looked the same. Calm. Composed. Like nothing had changed at all. Like he hadnât just been standing close enough for her to notice every detail of him a second agoâthe way heâd watched her, the way he hadnât looked away fast enough when he should have. Now there was space again, and she hated how quickly she felt the absence of him in it.
He asked me a while ago,â she added, a little more grounded now. âSaid they needed someone to shoot the tour, and I guess I fit.â Her eyes lifted back to Jesse.
He was still watching her, but it wasnât the same as before. Not leaning into her anymore. Not closing the space. Like heâd settled back into something safer without saying it out loud.
Y/n swallowed again, shifting her weight slightly. âIâve known Zach since school,â she continued, because stopping felt worse than continuing. âHeâs always been like that, dragging people into things and acting like itâs normal.â A faint, small smile pulled at her mouth. âThis is definitely one of those things.â
Jesse gave a small nod at that, like he understood exactly what she meant. Like Zach doing things without thinking twice was familiar enough to him not to question. âYeah,â he said after a moment. âThat sounds like him.â
âWeâve only really ever seen each other for, whatâŚâ he paused, exhaling lightly through his nose, ââŚtwo hours a night?â
Y/n blinked at that. The way he said it made it sound strange when laid out like that. Like suddenly the distance between them wasnât abstract anymore. Two hours, just stage light and noise and movement. Nothing else. She frowned slightly, like she was trying to place what he meant. âThatâsâŚâ she hesitated. âYeah. Thatâs basically it.â
A quiet beat settled between them again, but it didnât feel empty this time. It felt like something they were both noticing at the same time and hadnât admitted until now.
Jesseâs gaze flicked to her briefly. âI didnât expect you to be this quiet,â he said finally.
She let out a small, disbelieving breath, almost a laugh. âYouâve thought about what Iâd be like as a person?â she asked, brows lifting slightly. âI didnât even know you knew I existed outside ofâŚâ she gestured vaguely toward the direction of the stage, ââŚthat.â
âWhat do you mean you didnât know?â he asked, like the idea itself didnât fully make sense to him.
Y/n tilted her head slightly. âI mean⌠Iâm just the person standing in front of barricades taking pictures. I figured you were probably looking over the crowd, not⌠at anyone specific.â
Jesse let out a quiet breath, something almost like disbelief. âOh, I knew who you were,â he said simply.
âYou⌠what?â
He glanced at her again, more directly this time, like he was deciding there wasnât a point in softening it. âHow could I not?â he added. âYouâre there every night. Front row. Same spot. Always looking up.â His eyes lingered on her for a second longer than necessary.
âAnd youâve got these eyesââ he stopped briefly, like he was realizing he was about to describe her too specifically, then continued anyway, quieter now, ââlike you actually take things in. Like you notice more than most people bother to.â
Y/n felt something shift in her chest at that. Because she hadnât known that. Sheâd thought she was just another blur in the crowd to him. Another face behind a camera, not someone heâd been noticing. Her voice came out softer than she meant it to. âI didnât think you could even tell who was who from up there.â
Jesse gave a faint shake of his head, almost amused.
âI can,â he said. âMore than youâd think.â
He glanced down briefly at the cigarette, then back at her like the thought had already moved past it.
âIâve seen your work too,â he added.
That caught her off guard in a different way.
âMy work?â
âYeah,â he said. âThe photos. Zach shows me some of them sometimes.â A beat. âYouâre good.â
Y/n blinked at him, genuinely surprised now. âYouâve seen my photos of you?â
Jesse nodded once.
âAnd?â she asked before she could stop herself.
That made something shift in his expression again. Not quite a smile, but something softer around the edges. âI donât know,â he said quietly. âItâs weird seeing how someone else sees you.â His eyes flicked back to hers. âEspecially when itâs someone whoâs been watching you the whole time.â
The words hung there for a second longer than either of them moved. And for the first time since the smoke break started, it didnât feel like they were meeting for the first time anymore. It felt like they were just finally catching up to something that had already been happening without them saying it out loud.
MY LOVEEE EMMY HAII i'm doing alright could be better </3 craving a txt con atm... anddd HOW ARE YOU DOING? 𼚠it's been so long since I opened tumblr đ lwk need asap to update and post eheh, my haikyuu hyper fixation came backđ
kita shinsuke is very very very healthy, so he rarely ever does. but on the rare chance that it happens, youâre all over the moon.
pale lips cough against you as you cup his face, kita shifting back to consciousness as he looks up at you.
âyouâre hot, shin,â you say, concern lacing your tone as your brows furrow, covering up the excitement bubbling within you.
the man in question only nuzzles up to you, closing his eyes. âyou smooth talker.â
âno, literally. are you feeling sick?â
â...â he opens his eyes now, seemingly avoiding your gaze. âwell... i have been feeling a little under the weather, but itâs nothing out of the ordinary.â
âno!â you almost yell. âi meanâ no. um... iâll grab the thermometer. you stay here, okay?â
â...okay?â
and rush, you do. you grab the thermometer, already plotting your next scheme.
âokay, baby, your temperature is... thirty eight point four,â you sigh, caressing his cheek. âlooks like youâll have to stay home and let me take care of you for the whole day.â
and kita chuckles, because of course that was what you were after. âoh, is that so?â
âmhm. so iâll go ahead and make you some breakfast, we can eat together and you can drink some pills, okay?â
âyouâre enjoying this too much, arenât you?â
âyou never let me baby you!â you whine in defense, hand travelling to his chest as you feel his heart beat against your palm.
shinsuke looks down, placing his hand atop yours before looking back up at you, his gaze hinting.
âhow âbout i just give you a baby, instead?â
fluff! first date with zayne at a cute cafĂŠ, zaynie being the most thoughtful person ever, inspired by that one reel i saw, first time writing with big font as an experiment so i hope goes well hehe
you stare at the menu, your eyes flicking between the hazelnut and the red velvet cake.
âhave you decided on what you would like?â zayne asks, and you look up from the menu to see him.
ânot really, i can't decide between the hazelnut and the red velvet.â you bite your lip, still trying to make a decision.
zayne smiles in what you can only hope is fondness.
âordering both flavours is also an option. i am more than capable of paying for three slices of cake.â he offers and you shake your head.
âthank you zayne, but there is no need!â you politely dismiss his offer, trying to stop the smile growing on your cheeks. âi'll make up my mind when the server gets here. what flavour would you like?â
âthe caramel shortcake seems like it will hit the sugar cravings i currently have.â he replies and you nod your head, subtly remembering his order for future dates.
a cheerful server comes by, stopping at your table. âwhat can i get for you guys today?â
âthe hazelnut and red velvet cake please.â you look at your date confused, whilst the server jots it down on the pad piece of paper. perhaps you misheard?
âone hazelnut and one red velvet. perfect! if you guys need any help, i'll be around.â the server smiles, walking to the kitchen.
âthank you, zayne. you're so incredibly sweet!â you blush, your face growing warm at his gesture.
but then it dawns upon you that zayne didn't actually order what he wanted. âthe options i chose aren't particularly sweet compared to the caramel shortcake though. i know you have a strong sweet tooth.â
zayne nods in agreement. âi do have a sweet tooth. but you make everything sweeter, darling.â
