Anzu

[jaiistg]

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•Genshin impact

Loving him was red social media au/Scaramouche x Reader

Enemies to lovers with Childe

Childe as your filo boyfriend

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Draco with a Teruhashi like reader

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Saiki who thinks Reader is prettier than Teruhashi

•Mha

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Ace with an okokok reader

Azul Ashengrotto with an insecure reader

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•Lnd

•Haikyuu

Tsukishima with a dense reader

Kenma x reader genshin au

Akaashi x reader who’s tired of life

Enemies to lovers with Oikawa

•Assasination classroom

Karma Akabane who is whipped for reader

•aot

•Honkai star rail

•Enhypen

•Romantic Killer

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•Jujutsu Jaisen

Unspoken moments with Megumi

Megumi x reader

•Seventeen

•Txt

•Enhypen

•Project sekai

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[grandtaletrap-deactivated202604]

how it feels to search up for some innocent angst and fluff fics but get slapped with porn links and hentai inspired smut instead

[kxsagi]

“𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭…”

a/n: i have all these blue lock headcanon ideas about family life and i fear i need to chill because i'm like 19

synopsis: your baby’s questionable… first words, that they clearly picked up from their father. 

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

you were SO ready for something cute. something wholesome. something like “mama” or “dada.” 

instead your baby is sitting there, gripping a little plush soccer ball, face scrunched in pure determination… 

and goes: “win.” 

not even baby babble. clear like they just finished analyzing a whole field play. 

you freeze. you slowly turn your head toward isagi. 

he’s already pale. 

because he KNOWS. 

this man has been pacing around the house whispering things like “i have to win… i need to devour them…” like he’s in sports anime monologue 24/7. 

and now your baby??? INTERNALIZED IT??? 

it gets worse. 

toddler stage hits and now your baby will fall over, stare at the floor for a second, then angrily mumble: “not good enough.” 

isagi tries to laugh it off, but you’ve already banned him from doing his intense self-reflection speeches out loud. 

he still slips sometimes and now your child claps after doing literally anything like they just scored a goal. 

isagi is secretly proud. like… too proud. 

itoshi rin

you knew rin had a mouth on him. a sharp one at that. 

the kind where he mutters under his breath like the world called him out on something bad. 

but you didn’t think your baby would pick it up THIS fast. 

it happens on a completely normal day, too. 

your baby is sitting on the floor, trying to stack blocks with full concentration… it topples over. 

silence. 

a blink. 

and then, clear as DAY: “shit.” 

you freeze so hard you think you ascended. 

slowly, so slowly, you turn to rin. 

he’s already staring at the baby like he just got scored on. 

because yeah… that’s his word. 

he says it under his breath every time something mildly inconveniences him. 

missed shot on TV? “shit.” 

stubbed toe? “shit.” 

life in general? also “shit.” 

and now your baby is using it PERFECTLY in context. 

like… disturbingly correctly. 

drops food? “shit.” 

toy doesn’t work? “shit.” 

you accidentally bump into something? your own child looks at you with mild disappointment and goes: “shit.” 

rin tries to deny responsibility at first, but you’re literally pointing at him like “THIS IS YOU. THIS IS YOUR FAULT.” 

the worst part??? one time, rin messes up something small and your baby just looks at him… nods once… and goes: “shit.” 

and for the first time in his life, rin itoshi is speechless. 

he doesn’t even correct them. just sits there like… oh well. 

itoshi sae

you thought you were safe. 

sae doesn’t talk much. he’s calm. composed. selective with words. 

how bad could it be? 

oh you sweet, naive soul. 

your baby’s first word is: “no.” 

not soft. not hesitant. 

firm. immediate. absolute. like they just rejected a contract offer (very like their dad). 

you’re literally crouched in front of them like “say mama… ma-ma?” 

your baby looks you dead in the eye: “no.” 

you sit there in stunned silence. 

across the room, sae exhales quietly like this is the least surprising thing ever. 

because HE does this. 

you ask him anything? “no.” 

want to go out? “no.” 

eat this? “no.” 

exist peacefully? also for some reason, “no.” 

now your baby has inherited that exact same energy. 

you try to feed them? “no.” 

nap? “no.” 

you offer them their favorite toy? they pause… consider… “no.” 

IT DOESN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE ANYMORE. 

the worst betrayal happens when sae comes home and kneels down like, “come here.” 

and your baby immediately toddles over. 

no hesitation. no rejection. nothing. 

you’re like wtf??? 

so you try again, arms open: “come to mama?” 

your baby turns, looks you straight in the eyes, and goes: “no.” 

you actually have to walk away. 

sae just watches the whole thing, then lightly pats your head like you lost a simple game. 

you created this menace together, but somehow you’re the only one suffering. 

nagi seishiro

nagi did NOT think this through. 

because he talks. a lot. of nonsense. 

especially complaining. 

so your baby’s first word? 

“annoying.” 

dragged out too. like: “annooyyyying…” 

you’re in shock. 

nagi is like “huh… that sounds familiar.” 

yeah, i wonder who says that literally every 5 minutes. 

and now your baby says it whenever something happens to them. 

hungry? “annoying.” 

toy falls? “annoying.” 

YOU pick them up wrong? “annoying.” 

the worst part is the mimicry. 

your baby copies nagi’s exact lazy tone and little sigh after. 

one time, reo comes over all excited to see the baby and your child just looks at him and goes: “annoying.” 

reo is HEARTBROKEN. 

nagi? proud. absolutely so proud. 

you have to sit both of them down like “we are NOT raising a tiny copy of you.” 

it’s too late i fear. 

mikage reo

reo was determined. 

his baby would be classy. elegant. well-spoken. 

first word? maybe “papa.” 

maybe even “reo” because he lowkey wants that. 

what does your baby say instead? 

“mine.” 

loud. possessive. no hesitation. 

you blink. reo blinks. 

because… yeah. 

reo says that. CONSTANTLY. 

“my team.” “my treasure.” “mine.” 

and now your baby??? 

SNATCHES things and goes “mine.” 

reo tries to gently correct them, but then the baby clings to his shirt and goes “mine.” 

he FREEZES. 

because oh my gosh… that’s his weakness. 

now he’s like “well– i mean– technically– that’s not wrong–” 

you’re like “reo. no.” 

but he’s already lost. 

now the baby calls YOU “mine” too, and suddenly reo’s competitive side kicks in.

“no, i’m yours. they’re mine.” 

THIS IS A CHILD??? 

congrats, you accidentally raised the most possessive, spoiled little mikage ever. 

bachira meguru

bachira talks to EVERYTHING. 

you. himself. the ball. the air. his “monster.” 

so honestly? you should’ve expected this. 

your baby is happily playing on the floor, giggling… 

then suddenly they look at absolutely NOTHING. 

smile. wave. and go: “hi.” 

not to you. not to bachira. 

to the EMPTY SPACE next to them. 

you’re like bye. 

bachira, however, lights up like it’s christmas. 

“you see them, too?!” 

BRO WHAT. 

now it’s a daily thing. 

your baby babbles to invisible friends, laughs, nods like they’re having full conversations. 

and bachira ENCOURAGES it. 

you’ll walk in and see both of them sitting there like: “hiii.” bachira: “what are they saying today, little one?” 

you’re scared. 

you’re out here trying to raise a normal child and bachira’s like “our kid has imagination 😍” 

imagination WHERE??? i see ghosts at this point. 

but the worst part is how HAPPY your baby looks. 

like whatever they’re seeing? bestie energy. 

you just… decide not to question it anymore for your own sanity. 

shidou ryusei

let’s be honest… this was doomed from the start. 

you tried to censor him. you REALLY did. 

he lasted… maybe two hours. max. 

so when your baby’s first word hits, you’re already nervous. 

they’re chewing on a toy, chilling… 

then suddenly they throw it across the room, grin like a little menace, and yell: “boom!” 

loud. excited. slightly unhinged. 

you flinch. 

shidou? LOSES IT. 

like actually starts laughing, clapping, hyping them up like they just scored a goal. 

because yeah… that’s literally him. 

everything is “BOOM!” “BANG!” “LET’S GO!” all high energy, no filter. 

now your baby associates chaos with joy. 

drops something? “boom!” 

knocks over blocks? “boom!” 

accidentally headbutts you? “boom!” 

you’re in pain and they’re celebrating. 

shidou’s over there like “that’s my kid fr.” 

and don’t even get me started on when they start yelling it in public. 

random silence in a store and suddenly: “BOOM!” 

you’re apologizing. 

shidou’s proud. 

you’re suffering. 

9 months just for your baby to be like their loud ass dad. 

karasu tabito

karasu is slick with it. 

he thinks he’s subtle. 

he’s not. 

especially not around a baby who absorbs EVERYTHING. 

so one day, your baby is just sitting there, watching you and karasu talk… 

tilts their head… and goes: “dummy.” 

you blink. 

karasu BLINKS. 

because oh. oh no. 

that’s literally his go-to. 

playful, teasing, slightly condescending – “dummy” this, “dummy” that. 

and now your baby is using it with FULL confidence. 

you drop something? “dummy.” 

karasu forgets something? your baby points at him like they’ve been WAITING for this moment: “dummy.” 

the betrayal??? 

karasu actually clutches his chest like “nah that’s crazy… i taught ya better than that.” 

YOU DID NOT??? 

but the worst part is the tone. 

your baby copies his exact lazy, teasing voice. 

it sounds INTENTIONAL. 

now it’s just a household of people lowkey insulting each other. 

and you’re stuck in the middle like can we PLEASE raise a respectful child. 

karasu’s still laughing though. he thinks it’s hilarious. 

until the baby calls him a dummy in front of his teammates. 

suddenly it’s not funny anymore. 

kaiser michael

no because with kaiser… you already KNOW this was never going to be normal. 

this man does not speak like a regular human being. everything is dramatic, self-indulgent, and just a little unhinged. 

mirrors? speeches. 

goals? speeches. 

brushing his hair? somehow still a speech. 

so when your baby starts babbling, you’re already on edge like… what kind of nonsense are we about to hear. 

it happens when kaiser is literally just… admiring himself. standing in front of a mirror, shirt half-buttoned, going on one of his little monologues like: “of course… i look hot as always–” 

and your baby, sitting nearby, just… stares. 

then they lift their tiny hand… point at him… and go: “me.” 

you pause. 

kaiser pauses. 

because oh. oh that is NOT innocent. 

because THAT is his thing. 

“me.” “look at me.” “watch me.” “it’s me.” 

he centers himself in every sentence like the world revolves around him, and now your baby??? picked up the core concept??? 

it escalates IMMEDIATELY. 

you’re holding them? they push your face away a little and go: “me.” 

you try to take a toy? they hug it tighter: “me.” 

you say “come here”? they point to themselves like a tiny emperor: “me.” 

you slowly turn to kaiser like this is YOUR FAULT. 

and he’s just standing there, staring at your child with this unreadable expression for a second… before he SMILES. 

not even subtle about it either. 

he crouches down, tilts your baby’s chin up slightly, and goes, all soft, but so unbearably smug: “of course it’s you.” 

you’re wondering if it’s okay to constantly validate that, but it’s too late. 

now it’s a daily thing. 

your baby refers to themselves like the main character of the universe. 

no “i want this,” no “give me that.” 

just: “me.” 

the worst part? 

one day, kaiser scores during a match on TV, and your baby CLAPS, points at the screen, and goes: “me.” 

you actually have to take a minute. 

kaiser, meanwhile, looks like he’s never been more proud in his entire life. 

congratulations. you didn’t just raise a child. you raised kaiser 2.0. 

ness alexis

ness is… devoted. 

extremely. emotionally. spiritually. obsessively. 

so his baby??? yeah. no chance. 

first word comes out when kaiser is visiting. 

your baby sees him walk in… eyes LIGHT UP… tiny hands reach out… 

and they go: “kaiser.” 

not dada. not mama. 

KAISER. 

the room goes SILENT. 

ness can’t move. 

because that’s HIS word. 

the way he says it? constantly. reverently. like a prayer. 

and now your baby??? imprinted. 

you try to laugh it off, but ness is already spiraling. 

“they said it so clearly… did you hear that? that was perfect pronunciation–” 

BOY WE KNOW, YOUR CHILD JUST SKIPPED YOU ENTIRELY. 

now every time kaiser shows up, your baby gets excited like it’s their favorite celebrity. “kaiser!” 

reaches for him. ignores ness completely. 

ness is both proud and devastated. 

like yes… they recognize greatness… but also… WHAT ABOUT ME??? 

you’re watching this emotional rollercoaster like yeah no, this is above my sanity grade. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[lokissweater]

“i love you and i love you.” ᡣ𐭩

{yuta okkotsu x f!reader}

summary: yuta okkotsu has been hopelessly in love with you since he was fifteen. you, his muse and his reason to live as you took care of him growing up more than anyone else in his life. in fear of breaking your best friend pact and losing you entirely, yuta swallows his feelings for the sake of keeping you in his life, but he can only take so much.

warnings: college au, friends to best friends to lovers trope, lowkey ooc yuta oops, mentions of underage drinking, hopelessly devoted and lovesick yuta for reader, cursing!!! both reader and yuta cuss lol, lots and lots of fluff, ANGST, afab!reader, use of y/n, pet names, no smut in this one! slight sexual themes, reader is older than yuta by two years.

word count: 8.7k

authors note: YAAALLL i actually poured my heart and soul out into this one so i really hope it reaches your heart and soul as well! it is so so cute and i had so much fun writing it. this is definitely not the end of this au! i plan to write more short stories that take place after this one :) mwah.

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yuta was thirteen years old when he first saw you.

you were a casual friend of his older brother who had invited his entire group of friends over for a thanksgiving feast reunion amongst yourselves. yuta stayed locked in his room for the most part, from time to time lazily making his way down the halls and through the kitchen where you all sat to get a glass of water for himself, silently savoring at the food on the table.

eventually you had picked up on his lame attempts of coming into the kitchen for random excuses, concluding that he just wanted to gawk at the food and maybe score a bite or two of the pumpkin pie drenched in whipped cream, sitting pretty and proud in the middle of the table.

but after various unsuccessful attempts and various defeated stomps down the hall and back to his room after every shoo from his brother, he knew he wasn’t going to get even a lick. at the end of the night when the group settled down and many began to take their leave, yuta made his way back down one more time in search of any lucky scraps left behind.

but what he found instead was you, standing in the kitchen with a white porcelain plate in your hands, a slice of pumpkin pie drenched in whipped cream sitting pretty in the middle.

“for you,” you had said calmly, plate outstretched, beckoning him to take it. “i saw you come down a few times looking at it, and i think whoever brought it is taking the rest of it back home, so here.”

yuta had never spoken to a girl before, much less a fifteen year old one with the sweetest smile he had ever seen in his life on her face, but he timidly and awkwardly took the smooth plate from your offering hands, and muttered a squeaky thank you before stumbling down the hall and slamming his bedroom door shut.

from then on, yuta looked forward to the next time his brother would have his friends over, nagging at him constantly with questions of when, and even going as far as to straight up planning the hangouts himself (the location of all of them being at their house of course), but his brother would only shove him out of his room and lock the door shut.

luckily for yuta his wish was granted, and his curious eyes saw you around a lot more often than not, and you gradually became a close friend of yuta’s brother instead of just casual one. every time you came over to his house, you always greeted him with the biggest smile on your face before going into his brother’s room with the rest of the group. and over time, your greetings to yuta went from sweet smiles, to pats on the head, to ruffling up his hair occasionally, and to his personal favorite, the side hug.

you always were around in yuta’s growing life and always made sure he had gotten something to eat that day, or if he had a ride to soccer practice, or if his phone had enough battery to last him through his tutoring sessions, or even if he had someone going to watch his soccer games in the mornings (which was never).

yuta was fifteen when he realized he liked you.

“so no one is going?” you asked sharply, “again?”

yuta shrugged. “its at eight o’ clock in the morning. i don’t expect anyone to, not even you-“

“well i’m going,” you said simply, putting the rest of your textbooks away in your locker and slamming it shut. “geez not even your brother goes to your games? i’m gonna yell at him later.”

“it’s fine.” yuta shook his head and gave you a small smile, his insides twisting and contorting with an overwhelming boy crush for you. “a lot of my teammates parents don’t go either, usually only to the first two of the season.”

but not you. you went every single time, even going as far as dragging his brother with you so he could have family there to watch him play. yuta always made sure to turn and raise a hand to you from across the field, waving it side to side before getting back in the game, his heart thumping wildly in his chest with an insane sense of adrenaline to do good on the field and show off— because you were watching.

yuta was still fifteen when he realized you liked his brother.

firstly, he felt utterly stupid for not picking up on it before. yuta was always too busy staring at you and memorizing every inch and detail of your face to realize that you were looking at his brother the same way yuta looked at you. he was too busy running around in soccer fields and eating the ham sandwiches you always made for him after practices to realize how red your face would get when you sat next to his brother during his games, or when you gave him sandwiches. yuta was too busy drooling over you in his mind that sometimes you wouldn’t even notice him waving at you from across the field like he always did, your eyes trained on his brother instead, that sweet smile he was all too familiar with shining for someone else.

it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair at all. yuta felt like his brother always got everything and he always ended up with scraps. yuta never got a friend group like his, or a stellar reputation in a sport like he did, or people at his beck and call everywhere he went, or nominations for pointless shit like homecoming king.

but yuta didn’t give a flying fuck about any of that. he didn’t want any of that. he wanted you. just you.

but he couldn’t have you.

yuta was sixteen when he realized he was in love with you.

he had been for a while actually, and he knew it, but the thought alone of you liking his stupid brother only fueled the fire of denial to save himself from getting hurt more than he already was.

but it was absolutely pouring rain that day, his tutoring session having been cancelled last minute due to the weather, and because of this he had no ride home and no umbrella to even attempt at walking home, not that he could anyways seeing as it would take him thirty minutes to do so. yuta absolutely could not take that chance. he had his laptop in his backpack with all of his school work, and worst of all, his final project that he had been working on since the beginning of the school year, a precious green portfolio filled with notes worth more than gold to him.

yuta grumbled as he scuffed his feet against the concrete at the front of his school under a rooftop, lips pressed into a thin line in annoyance. his parents were at work, there was no way they could just drop everything and go to him (not that they would anyways), and his brother was too busy hanging out with you doing god knows what at god knows where— so even calling you was out of the picture.

at the mere thought of you hanging out with his brother, he sighed softly, sadly, and slumped down on a blue bench with his cold hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, eyes trained to the ground.

heavy pit pats of rain smacked against the ground as he sat there in thought, the sounds of cars zooming down the wet streets as the only source of life around besides himself, seeing as it was already late in the day and everybody else had gone home. without him even noticing, the front doors beside him creaked open as he sat there grumbling.

“yuta?”

his head snapped up upon hearing your pretty voice call out to him, his eyes wide as he saw you standing there with an umbrella.

“what are you doing here?” he asked softly, standing up. yuta looked at you then and noticed your eyes were red and tired, and a shock of worry shot up his spine.

“i was-”

“are you okay?” he asked quickly. “your eyes are red.”

“oh really?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes with your palm, waving him off. “it’s nothing, i didn’t even notice.”

he pursed his lips, concern written all over his face as he took in your defeated expression, but before he could press any further, you spoke again.

“why aren’t you in tutoring?”

“oh they cancelled last minute,” he stuffed his hands further into his jacket and looked to the side. “i don’t have a ride home now because of it, and i can’t even walk home because it’s raining hard as fuck and i have my laptop in my backpack.”

you hummed in understanding, and even though it looked like the worst possible thing ever just happened to you, you gave him that same sweet smile he craved every time he saw you. “let’s walk to your house together. i have an umbrella we can try and fit under.”

he looked at you incredulously. “no no! it’s okay! you live down the street i don’t want to make you walk thirty minutes in the rain with me and thirty back-”

“it’s okay!” you laughed. “i would never leave you here by yourself yu, you know that.”

oh how he loved when you called him that.

his shoulders slowly relaxed, a wobbly cute smile spreading across his face, his cheeks a fuzzy pink. “okay.”

you walked together in a comfortable silence, your little umbrella just barely covering the both of you and yuta’s cheeks were still an intense pinky shade due to the close proximity, his steamy breath basically fanning the side of your ear as he huddled close to you.

after a few minutes spent walking on the sidewalk, yuta spoke up again.

“why are your eyes red?”

you immediately froze, but relaxed quickly.

“just tired s’all,” you responded weakly, but the little wobbling of your bottom lip told him otherwise.

yuta slowly lifted his hand and reached out, placing it softly on top of yours and clenching over the stem of the umbrella. the action caused you both to stop walking, your curious eyes snapping to his.

his palm felt like it was on absolute fire at the feeling of your soft hand under his, yuta’s breath trembling as he breathed out.

he swallowed. “can you please tell me why.”

your eyes flooded with tears then, and you shut them tightly as you dropped your forehead solemnly to rest against his shoulder, your frame shaking with quiet sobs escaping your lips.

yuta’s eyes softened and he quickly took the umbrella from you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a tight hug. his heart thumped so hard against his chest that he could hear it ringing through his ears.

he patted the back of your head gently. “what happened? what’s going on?”

you shook your head against his chest.

“y/n..” he sighed worriedly, running a soothing hand over your shaking back now.

“i have a crush on your brother,” you sobbed.

he knew. god he knew. but hearing you say it out loud broke his heart ten times more than it did when he found out on his own.

yuta slightly pulled back, bending his knees a little to look at you at eye level, his hand on your shoulder.

“i know.”

your eyebrows furrowed, more silent tears spilling from your eyes. “you know?”

yuta nodded, smiling sadly at you as he wiped your tears with his thumb, your eyes closing as he did so. “i spend almost every second of my life with you, of course i know. i noticed.”

you sniffed.

“weren’t you just with him now?” he asked.

your eyes shut tightly again, eyebrows contorted in pain as you nodded. “i confessed to him. i wanted to tell him before we graduated next month.”

you lifted your hands and covered your face, sobbing into them. “i’ve loved him since middle school.”

loved?

yuta’s shoulders slumped as he stared straight ahead, feeling like he wanted to crawl into a deep dark hole and stay there.

“he-“ you hiccuped. “he rejected me.”

his head snapped down immediately, eyebrows furrowing in a mix of disbelief and anger. “huh? he rejected you?”

you nodded, dropping your hands from your eyes and burying your head in his chest.

“why? what did he say?”

“he said he didn’t feel the same way—” you stopped for a moment to even out your breaths. “and that he was sorry.”

yuta scoffed, shaking his head. “what a big fucking loser.”

you snorted at that, and he looked down at you fondly, relieved you laughed.

“he… he thanked me for everything that i’ve done for your family though, especially you.”

he stayed silent.

“he said he was thankful that i was like another sibling for you, and that i took care of you.”

another sibling?

yuta didn’t say anything, that phrase like a slash through his heart while he still thought about how much of a fucking idiot he was to reject you. you, out of anyone deserved to get everything you wanted. you were selfless, incredibly sweet, the most gorgeous human being to ever walk this earth, and you had done so much for everyone that you neglected your own needs all of the time.

how could he not love you back? how could his brother not see the angel in his life that loved him, that sentiment alone an absolute privilege to have? something he would kill for?

yuta knew he shouldn’t make this about himself. he knew you were absolutely hurting and heartbroken, but he just had to know. it was eating him alive inside and out and over and over again as he kept thinking about it.

“is that how you see me?”

“hu-huh?” you hiccuped, picking your head up from his chest to look at him.

“as another sibling. is that how you see me?”

you blinked up at him, your eyes trailing over his furrowed eyebrows and worried gaze, and you hesitated for a moment, not knowing exactly why.

but you nodded, slowly. “you’re my best friend, yu. you’re not just anyone to me i care a lot about you. more than most people in my life.”

for a moment, yuta looked at you blankly, his mind unable to properly register your words. he didn’t know whether he wanted to cry, call up his brother and yell at him, kiss you, or run away.

a part of him knew that too, that you only saw him as a sibling. but like everything else in his life, he buried it down and chose to pretend like it didn’t exist for the sake of his heart.

but regardless of you not returning his feelings, he would rather be something to you than nothing at all. he would rather make some type of difference in your life and have a special spot, than be an absolute nobody to you.

so he smiled. he smiled with soft sad eyes and nodded, pulling you back in and resting his cheek against the top of your head. “you’re my best friend too.”

yuta didn’t see you around much at his house after that, which he understood.

but you still texted yuta everyday and hung out with him sometimes at school, and you still went to his games and practices and made him ham sandwiches after, and you still gave him that sweet smile he loved so so much.

but he never missed how sad you got around his brother, even at the mere mention of him. he never missed how your eyes stayed glued to the ground or had a far off look to them, your arms wrapped around yourself with a safe distance between you both.

when you graduated high school, yuta was a brat the entire ceremony. he was pissed. so pissed that you were two years older than him and that he wasn’t going to see your pretty self around school anymore, which was pretty much the only reason he tolerated it in the first place.

but when your graduating class threw their caps up into the air and his family went down to congratulate his brother, yuta made a beeline for you instead.

and behind that scowl on his face that he had the entire day, his eyes were glossy.

yuta never cried.

when you noticed, your shoulders instantly dropped and you ran to his open arms, practically throwing yourself on him. “yuuu! don’t cry for me!”

“who said i’m crying?” yuta grumbled into your shoulder.

you pulled back and smiled at him, “i’m gonna miss you the most.”

yuta smiled, but then faltered, and a sliver of fear shot up his spine. was this the last time he was going to see you? was this the start of you both slowly distancing, and then ultimately falling apart? were you still going to call him and text him everyday?

as if you could sense his fear, you quickly shook your head. “you’re literally stuck with me for life. you will never find another best friend to replace me, you got it?”

you waved your little index finger at him sternly, and yuta laughed. “i got it.”

yuta was nineteen when he almost kissed you.

after you graduated high school, luckily you went to a college that was only about a thirty minute drive from his place. you were still in yuta’s life, if not way more than it was before, which he thanked his lucky stars for. you went from being a best friend of his brothers, to being only his best friend, as you and his brother didn’t really talk anymore after high school.

and to that, yuta was happy.

and when he graduated high school, you of course were there, crying and pinching his cheeks and hugging him so tight his back cracked a little bit.

he didn’t go to the same college you did (although he definitely tried but didn’t get in) and went to one that was about forty five minutes away from home, one he commuted to everyday like you did for yours.

you both got so much closer that you obliviously acted like a couple, when you weren’t. yuta would pick you up from class and drive you to lunch, pay for all of your meals and anything you practically wanted despite you fighting him every time on it. he would kiss your forehead and your cheek and throw his arm around your shoulder when you walked, he would call you baby and compliment you every single day, and he would sleep over at your house almost all of the time, your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around your torso.

he knew best friends weren’t really supposed to act like this, but did you? you both had grown so accustomed to it that it wasn’t a weird thing for you both, but the constant questions from your mutual friends or even each others parents was a dead giveaway that it in fact, was not how best friends were supposed to act.

but neither of you seemed to care.

“stop moving yu!” you whispered harshly as you applied an aloe vera mud mask to his face. yuta snickered, dodging your fingers every time they came close to applying the mask, with the only reason he was doing it being because it made you laugh.

you were both sat on your fluffy pink rug in the middle of your room in your pajamas, surrounded by all of your skincare essentials and even the fancy products you only pulled out on special occasions. it was one in the morning at this point and you both were still up, trying to keep your laughter to a minimum in attempts at not waking up your parents downstairs.

“baby this stuff smells kind of funky,” he commented as you applied some to his cheek.

“the funkier the better,” you responded, focused. “kind of smells like you.”

he pinched your side and you giggled, flinching away. “i’m kidding! i’m almost done, don’t move.”

yuta listened and stayed still, watching your concentrated pretty face that was practically inches away from his as you applied the mask to the rest of his face, his poor heart almost giving out.

once you were done, you smiled triumphantly and wiped your fingers with a warm damp towel. “all done!”

yuta smiled fondly at you and kissed your cheek. “thanks. is this what you put on every night?”

you shook your head, “not every night, only when i want my skin to look extra good for special occasions.”

“which is..?”

“it’s usually when you invite me over to your family events or when we eat dinner at that one really nice place by your school.”

yuta stopped at that and he felt his heart clench at your words. he didn’t know why and he usually didn’t let it, but his mind was making him believe that maybe…

no.

he relaxed again, humming in acknowledgement. you picked up a circular pink little tub compartment thing and unscrewed the cap, dipping your ring finger in the shimmery product.

“what’s that?” he asked softly, nodding his head to it.

“it’s my lip scrub!” you responded enthusiastically, lifting your ring finger and scooting closer to him. his eyes looked straight at you as you slid your finger over his lips. “it has kind of like a rough texture, it’s supposed to exfoliate your lips and make them really soft.”

his cheeks slowly turned pink, his eyes trailing down to your lips as you sat back, finished.

“here— put some on me now so you can feel what i’m talking about,” you handed him the little tub and he dipped his index finger in, swallowing the lump in his throat.

he timidly lifted his hand and pressed his finger to your waiting perfect lips, softly and gently running the product on your bottom lip before going to the top, his eyes mesmerized and nearly drooling.

yuta was practically tracing you, wanting to burn forever the shape of your mouth into his brain to remember for the rest of his life, wanting nothing more than to press his lips on yours.

but he inhaled sharply and quickly dropped his hand. “i’m finished.”

you pressed your lips together and spread the product around, “did you feel it?”

he shakily nodded, wiping his finger on the warm damp towel before handing it over for you to do the same.

you held up a corner of the towel to his lips and gently wiped the scrub away, “and now they’re soft.”

you passed the towel back over to him, and you sat back, eagerly waiting for him to do the same.

yuta swallowed again and mimicked you, except he was much slower, much more gentle over your plush lips as he subconsciously leaned closer to you that by the time he was done, his nose almost bumped with yours.

with eyes half lidded, he stared at your lips in a daze, licking his bottom lip slightly as you looked at him with wide eyes. he wanted to, so badly, to just grab your face and press your lips together, to pour the love he’s had for you for the past four years out and cherish you with everything that he has.

“yu?” you spoke softly, your voice barely above a whisper, your breath fanning against his lips.

his eyes immediately snapped to yours and he flinched back like a deer in headlights. “so— so when do i take this off?” he pointed to his face. “the mud mask.. when does it come off?”

you looked at him curiously, your eyebrows slightly pinched together as you tried to make sense of what was happening, if anything even really happened.

“almost..” you responded, unfocused. “in about five minutes.”

yuta quickly nodded and pressed his lips into a thin line, his hands clenched so hard into tight fists that his knuckles turned white.

he couldn’t look you in the eye. what the fuck was he doing? he was going to scare you away if he kept doing things like this, if he kept almost slipping up and doing something that could jeopardize your friendship with him.

your trust.

you nudged his shoulder with your finger, and he finally looked at you.

“is the face mask bothering you that much?” you said with a silly smile, and yuta physically deflated, affection pumping through his system.

“no baby,” he shook his head. “i like it! i think i should keep it on for the rest of the night and go to class with it tomorrow morning.”

you snorted and shook your head, “don’t be mean.”

he raised his hands up frantically, “i’m not! you think everybody has the privilege of getting a free facial by their pretty best friend?” he held up his index finger and wiggled it side to side. “i don’t think so.”

you giggled, so much, and grabbed the warm damp towel again, scooting closer to him by your knees. you began wiping away the mask on his face, being careful of not going too rough in fear of accidentally irritating and hurting him. yuta held you by the hips, assisting in keeping your balance and rubbing little circles into your stomach with his thumbs.

your cheeks went a little pink after a bit.

as the rest of the night went on, and when you both finally settled into bed facing each other— his hand on the side of your hip, you softly traced the rather dark bags under his eyes and frowned.

“you need to get more sleep, yu. i think you’ve had these bags since you were fifteen.”

“it’s because i always grind so i can buy you a big white house with a wiener dog and a picket fence.”

you laughed a little too loud and slapped a hand over your mouth, leaning forward and resting your forehead against his as your shoulders shook. when you settled down, you removed your hand and smiled sweetly.

“only if the house comes with you.”

yuta’s breath hitched, and his eyes searched yours desperately, for any indication that maybe, just maybe, you…

no.

“what… you want me as a roommate?”

you playfully rolled your eyes and gently shoved his shoulder.

yuta was twenty years old when he confessed to you.

it was also the first big fight you guys ever had in your entire years of knowing each other.

your relationship stayed the same, two peas in a little pod through college that never seemed to go to one place without the other, so much so that when you did, people would often ask where the other half was. he loved it. he loved you so much, and he found it harder and harder and more heart breaking for him as the years went by watching you not be his in any way shape or form.

every time he visited your campus or went with you to your college parties, he noticed the lurking eyes it seemed like every guy had on you everywhere you went, and it agitated yuta more than anything else. he was still a stubborn brat, and instead of doing something about it and maybe telling you how he feels, he just endures the pain and scowls at their glances, leading you through crowds by the hand or by the small of your back.

he never really indulged in the traditional college experience like you did, and never ever talked to any other girl besides you. he never wanted to or had any interest in doing so, regardless of you returning his feelings or not. you also never really talked to any other guy besides yuta or made any mention of your dating life, people mostly assuming you both were.

yuta weaved through the crowd, trying to spot a place for the both of you to sit while you went to get drinks from the kitchen. upon finally breaking free from the pile of dancing sweaty bodies, he recognized one of your girl friends and a couple of others sitting on a long lounge sofa, her eyes perking up.

“y/n’s boyfriend! you came?”

he stopped a bit, then smiled wide.

“yeah! she’s in the kitchen now by the way, she’ll be over here in a second.”

and when you did come over, already a bit tipsy from the line of shots you got pulled into while getting drinks, you walked over to where yuta sat while greeting your friends, handing him a red solo cup. and instead of sitting in the spot yuta had saved for you right beside him, you settled neatly on his lap.

his eyes nearly bulged out of their eye sockets as you swung an arm around his shoulders for support and made yourself comfortable. you had never done something like this, and he swallowed the huge lump in his throat as trembling hands settled around your waist and over your lap. his arm tingled with the feeling of your thighs underneath, afraid to put his hands anywhere near them in fear of making you uncomfortable or accidentally grabbing your face and making out with you.

but the chance of that happening wasn’t anywhere near impossible, as he was already tipsy by his drink and his hand was already gently caressing over the skin of your soft plush thighs.

best friends don’t do things like this.

and he did not give a single fuck.

your boobs were practically shoved up in his face, his pinky cheeks absolutely blazing as his eyes darted to every corner of the house and anywhere else that wasn’t your tits, his lips itching to feel, to taste.

the night progressed and the both of you got increasingly more and more drunk, clinging on to each other on the couch or stumbling through the house, laughing when one of you would trip and almost face plant on the hardwood floors, leaning on to each other for support.

“your boyfriend almost knocked over the tub of tropical mix in the kitchen!” your girl friend yelled over the loud booming music, laughing.

yuta expected you to correct her, but you didn’t, and only laughed along with her.

“no it wasn’t him! it was me,” you giggled drunkenly, your arms around his neck as his were tight around your waist, your group standing off to the side of the dance floor. “he had to grab me and pull me from it!”

and that’s how it often was, just you and him. you taking care of him and him taking care of you in every way possible, trying to pay you back for all of the years you spent being there for him when he was younger and way more, simply because he wanted to.

and on a night where yuta was studying for finals in his room, his brother that was visiting from college came in and sat down on the edge of his bed.

“you studying?” he asked.

yuta nodded, not bothering to take his eyes away from his notebook, still scribbling down his notes. he never really had the best relationship with his brother, much less after what had happened with you getting rejected by him.

his brother took a deep breath through his nose and nodded. “i um… are you still friends with y/n?”

that caught his attention, and yuta’s eyes lifted from his notes to look at him. “yes? i’m with her like, most of the time. if you haven’t noticed.”

“no i have,” his brother murmured. “how is she?”

yuta took a second to respond. “she’s good.”

“that’s good that’s good. does she um- does she still have the same number?”

yuta put down his pencil and leaned back against his desk chair. “why?”

“i wanted to just catch up with her is all,” he shrugged. “i saw her when you brought her here for mom’s birthday and i hadn’t seen her since graduation.”

“catch up with her?” yuta mumbled. “since when do you give a shit about y/n?”

his brother scoffed. “i always have, yuta.”

“didn’t seem like it when you rejected her and started dating one of her close friends like the next day.”

his brother didn’t say anything, and yuta rolled his eyes at the lack of response, picking his pencil back up to continue his work.

“i still have her on social media and see what she’s up to… she posts you a lot. are you guys like— a thing?”

yuta bit the inside of his cheek. “no.”

his brother visibly relaxed for whatever reason and nodded. “i just want to talk to her again, is all. maybe buy her dinner—”

yuta pushed his textbook away, dropped his pencil again and spun around, looking at him with narrowed eyes. “fuck no.”

his brother scoffed. “i’m not asking for permission—”

“fuck no.”

“yuta i’m your brother i literally took you to school everyday and took care of you—”

“y/n did that.” yuta cut him off. “y/n gave me rides to school when i didn’t have my license and bought me food when i didn’t have a job. she also came to every single one of my games regardless of the weather and helped me with my homework when i was too stupid to figure it out on my own, everything you should’ve done.”

“that’s not true—”

“yes it is.” yuta crossed his arms in annoyance. “she didn’t have to do any of that. she never had to take care of me the way that she did but she did it anyways. she took on your role because you were too busy being a dingus doing god knows what and she knew that. y/n has done more for me than you’ve ever done in your entire twenty two years of living.”

his brother sat there in silence, yuta’s heavy angry breathing being the only thing heard in the room.

“okay well—” his brother stood from his bed and walked over to the door. “i’m just going to text her—”

“why the fuck are you gonna meddle into her life now? what… are you bored? are you not satisfied with whatever fucking girl you find up there at school?” yuta threw his arms up in irritation, his blood beginning to boil. “you treated her like shit. like absolute dog shit when you ignored her and avoided her for months after she confessed to you. do you understand how disrespectful that is?”

“whatever man it was high school—”

“and what, that gives you a pass to treat her like that? when that happened i was sixteen picking up the pieces you shit all over at your grown age—”

“i’m leaving.”

and with that, his brother walked out and slammed the door shut, and yuta was left absolutely red. red with anger he had never felt before in his life as he grabbed his notebook and chucked it across the room. he hated how casual he spoke of you, like you were just another girl he was going to try and get to know and fuck— to then leave without another word like his brother’s been doing his whole fucking life to girls. but not to you, it couldn’t happen to you.

and it was like yuta was going through the five stages of grief because then he was afraid. what if you let his brother back into your life? what if you fell for him again? you’d done it before the chances were not zero of you doing it again.

yuta didn’t want to lose you. he would rather gauge his eyes out and eat them for breakfast.

with that, yuta stumbled through his room putting on his shoes and snatching his car keys from his night stand, running down the hall and slamming the front door shut before getting in his car.

the drive was only about fifteen minutes to your house, and he felt so bad that it was nearly two in the morning and he was most likely going to wake you up, but he couldn’t stand it. he was going absolutely crazy, everything in him gnawing and eating him alive, his brother having pushed every single button in his body and more.

his tires screeched as he pulled into your driveway, thankful that your parents were away on a getaway trip as he slammed his car door shut and made his way up to your front door. yuta rang your doorbell twice before you finally opened it.

slowly, you peeked your tired eye through the slit, and your body immediately relaxed at the sight of him. “oh my god yuta, you scared the absolute shit out of—”

you stopped, your face falling at his livid expression and the way his chest heaved erratically. “yu? are you okay? what’s going on—”

but yuta only pushed passed you and trudged up your stairs without another word. dumbstruck, you closed your front door with a click and locked it, following him up the stairs and into your room.

“what’s wrong?”

“my brother is visiting from college.” he mumbled, sitting stiff on your desk chair. you moved to stand in front of him.

“…you mentioned that yeah—”

“and he… he told me that he wants to reach out to you.”

your eyebrows furrowed, taken aback. “me? for what?”

“he says he wants to catch up with you, see how you’re doing. be friends again i guess.”

yuta’s eyes remained stuck to the floor like glue, and you remained silent as you processed his words, confused out of your mind.

“i mean… i mean i guess? i guess that’s fine—”

his head snapped up, “that’s fine?”

you shrugged, “yes? i don’t see the big deal i don’t—”

“baby—” he shook his head in disbelief. “he absolutely broke you and treated you like nothing in high school, and you’re fine letting him back into your life? great.”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “why are you being like that? he just wants to be friends again and that’s fine with me—”

yuta scoffed. “he doesn’t deserve it! he doesn’t deserve you—”

“yuta, whatever happened between your brother and i was years ago! i’m over it! this isn’t a big fucking deal!”

you hated fighting with him, god how much you hated it, and the way that he looked at you now was making you absolutely sick.

“so you’re just gonna be friends with him again?” he shrugged, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“yeah?”

“you’re fucking stupid,” he spat, getting up from your desk chair and walking over to the door, reaching for your doorknob.

you instantly grabbed his shoulder and spun him around to face you. “what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“what’s wrong with me?!” he raised his voice, jabbing a finger to his chest. “what’s wrong with you! do you not remember how bad you got when he did what he did?! do you really think i would stand here okay with you rekindling your little love for my brother?”

you scoffed, “my little love?!”

and before you knew it, angry tears were streaming down your face. you hated the way he was talking to you, and you didn’t know how your argument escalated so quickly and so drastically as you wiped your cheeks furiously.

and at the sight of you crying, yuta faltered slightly, his eyes softening.

“why do you think i still love him? i don’t! i haven’t since he rejected me!—”

“who says you won’t start again?” he spoke lowly, arms crossed over his chest. “my brother never had to lift a fucking finger for you to be head over heels for him. you don’t give a shit about yourself and you’re willing to throw yourself at him again—”

“shut up.” you spat, sobs raking through your body. “the fact that you’re stuffing a bunch of fucking words into my mouth and assuming i’m going to jump into your brothers arms is bullshit.”

“i—”

“is this how low you think of me?”

“no baby i don’t—”

“yes you clearly do because everything that’s come out of your mouth—”

“no! no i’m sorry i don’t—”

“then why—”

yuta shoved his hands into his hair exasperated, “because i love you!”

he let his arms fall limp, his eyes glossy and red with the most gut wrenching look on his face that read pure exhaustion. you had never seen him so torn.

“i love you and i love you and i have since since i was fifteen,” his voice shook with each word, hands trembling at his sides. “more than a best friend, more than anything in this world, and i never saw you like another sibling like you did for me.”

“fi.. fifteen?” you spoke so softly he almost didn’t hear you.

he nodded sadly, silent tears slipping down his cheeks and you automatically reached up, softly wiping them away with your thumbs as he closed his eyes, much like how yuta did when you got your heart broken by his brother on that rainy day.

yuta never cried.

“i swallowed it. you loved my brother and i swallowed it. i didn’t give a shit if you only saw me as a sibling because i would rather make some type of mark in your life and be in it than not have you at all. but i can’t take it anymore.”

he let out a sob, and he instantly shoved his face in the crook of his arm in embarrassment.

“yu…”

“you mean absolutely everything to me baby,” his voice was muffled a bit by his elbow, and after roughly wiping his eyes on the sleeve of his sweater, he dropped his arm to look at you again. “i would do absolutely a-anything for you. you’re precious to me and the prettiest girl i have ever laid my eyes on and will ever lay my eyes on.”

he hiccuped and crossed his arms over his chest, staring up at your ceiling. “but i know you don’t love me like i love you. i’ve known for years and i just can’t bring myself to let you go. it’s so bad that i would rather you break my heart over and over again than let you go for the sake of my wellbeing and watch you walk out of my life—”

“yuta, can you please look at me?”

“i— i can’t,” he shook his head as his voice trembled, tears slipping from the sides of his eyes as he continued to stare at your ceiling. “i can’t do it—”

you slowly reached out and cupped his wet cheeks in the palm of your hands, tilting his face down gently to look at you, your eyes filled with remorse at the defeated look on his face.

“why didn’t you tell me?” you asked softly. “why didn’t you tell you were hurting so much?”

he shook his head slowly in your hands. “it’s not fair to you. i didn’t want to put you in a difficult position—”

“what difficult position, yu?” you spoke so gently, so sweetly to him that he almost fell to his knees. “how could you have kept this in for five years? i can’t even imagine—” you hiccuped, “i hate that you were hurting because of me-“

your voice began to contort again into sobs, and he quickly shook his head. “no baby no, it was not because of you, you did nothing wrong. you did the exact opposite.”

you wiped more of his tears with your fingers as he spoke, listening intently.

“no one gave a shit about me the way you did. not even my own parents, and not even my stupid brother that pretended like i practically didn’t exist. you were the only one that was there and you didn’t have to be. you could’ve easily ditched me at any given point and you never did, and i can’t thank you enough for giving me a reason to keep going.”

he wiped his eyes. “and that’s why i fell in love with you so hard because you were so selfless and sweet and i love your smile. i don’t think i could ever make up for everything you’ve done—”

“but you have!—” you interjected, but yuta only shook his head.

“no i haven’t. i’m a stubborn asshole who just said a bunch of shit five minutes ago that i didn’t mean and i only hurt you and i never wanted that—”

“yuta.” you spoke firmly. “you’ve literally done more for me than anyone else in my entire life and i hate that you can’t see that or give yourself credit. you were there for me when i went absolutely insane after your brother rejected me even though you loved me then. you put your own feelings aside to take care of me baby..”

you softly took his hands and led him to sit with you on the bed, wiping his wet cheeks with your sleeve.

“do you not remember when even though you didn’t have a job, any chance you got money you would spend it on me instead of yourself?” you laughed softly. “the minute you got your license you drove me anywhere i wanted… and even to little things like the store because you said you didn’t want me to spend gas money.”

yuta slightly smiled.

“you never ditched me either, when there was every opportunity you could’ve. you always make sure i eat and get enough sleep… and you make me so happy yu, i wish you could see how much i miss you when you’re not around.”

he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and leaned in, softly planting a kiss to your cheek. you smiled warmly.

“who told you i didn’t love you back?”

yuta froze. “you did?”

“when?”

“the day my brother rejected you?” he cocked his head to the side. “i had asked you if you saw me as another sibling and you said yes.”

you threw your head back and moaned, “oh my god yu, of course in that moment because i was stupid and into your brother and i had just gotten rejected!”

you deflated and smiled at him warmly then, your eyes shining with emotions he didn’t allow himself to believe were there. for five years, yuta forced himself to believe you could never return his feelings as a form of protection, and now there was a huge wall in his brain that was itching to come down.

you scooted closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, your foreheads touching. “ask me again.”

“hm?” he was dazed, wide eyes staring into yours.

“ask me that question again,” you spoke softly. “the one from that day.”

yuta swallowed thickly, his breathing shaky through his nose, reiterating the phrase he played through his head like a broken record since it happened.

“as another sibling…” he murmured. “is that how you see me?”

you shook your head gently against his forehead, “no… to me—” you leaned back slightly and tilted your head to the side. “you look like the man i’ve been in love with for the past three years.”

silence. nothing.

and then, his eyes welled with tears as he tackled you down and just cried. he cried and he cried into your neck and shook like a little leaf, you holding him so unbelievably tight as your bottom lip wobbled. yuta’s arms were snaked around you as he held you with just as much force if not more.

half a decade. half a decade yuta spent hopelessly lovesick for you that your words burned over his entire body like a fever, his mind reeling and hazy. he held on to you so fucking tight and refused to let go of you, in fear that this was all just some horrendous sick dream and he was going to wake up alone in his bed without you.

you placed a hand on the back of his head as you hugged him, “i love you so much yuta that sometimes i feel like im going nuts.” you laughed softly. “it was always you… it’s been you that’s why i said earlier that i didn’t care if your brother wanted to be friends again, because i love you and i don’t give a shit about him and i’m sorry i made you upset—”

“no,” he lifted his head from the crook of your neck and looked at you, his cheeks flushed with dried up tears and red eyes. “that was just me being an absolute dick and scared of re-living high school all over again. i took that out on you and that wasn’t fair at all, baby. i’m sorry.”

you carded your fingers through his hair. “we both have things to be sorry about, and a lot of years to make up for.”

and finally, yuta grinned so big that his cheeks hurt.

“can i—“ he exhaled shakily. “can i kiss you?”

“please.”

and he smashed his lips against yours, greedily kissing you with so much desperation as he lip locked with you, his hands squeezing and roaming your body. the sound of your lips smacking was loud, and his kisses were so needy and sloppy against your soft plush lips that you squeaked at the intensity. you felt him grin again at your noise and he pulled away from you.

“i’ve wanted this for so long…” he breathed out, his breath fanning against your face as you tried to recover from what was probably the best kiss of your life. you nodded frantically, too dazed and caught up in the thought of his mouth on yours to respond with sentences that made sense.

he chuckled cutely at this, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “i love you and i love you.”

and since then, it was like the final wall had finally crumbled down, and yuta began to live like he was supposed to, like he was meant to, with you. his days of yearning and silent torment were over, and most of the time it still felt like a dream whenever he was by your side.

things stayed relatively the same between you two, as you now acknowledge how much of a couple you both actually were acting prior to yuta’s confession. the only major difference now though, was that yuta earned the privilege to call you his and give you sweet kisses as he picked you up from class, or when you make and hand him those ham sandwiches you always do just for him, only this time adorned with a honeyed kiss of your own.

sitting on his living room couch now, your head resting on his lap as a random horror movie played in the background, yuta’s fingers gently brushed over the features of your face as you stared at the tv, his eyes stuck to you like sticky lovesick glue.

you turned your head to look at him after a bit. “why don’t you start playing soccer again?” you hummed. “is there a team at your school?”

yuta nodded, “there is baby.”

“why don’t you try out?” you smiled sweetly at him, and his heart ached. “i always loved watching you play. i miss it.”

“okay,” he tapped your nose. “just for you.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “and i’ll start dragging your brother with me again.”

yuta’s eyes flung open as his jaw dropped, and you snorted, giggling uncontrollably as he tickled and pinched at your sides. “i’m just kidding! i’m kidding! i’d rather die.”

he let out a boyish laugh, his eyes sparkling as he looked down at you. “as much as i hate him, i can’t thank him enough for being a stupid dingus.”

you quirked an eyebrow, “thank him? why?”

yuta gently and softly pinched one of your cheeks as he smiled at you, and it was then that you noticed the bags under his eyes were nearly gone. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, moving some of your hair away from your face after he did so.

“because he brought you to me.”

and you smiled, that same radiant sweet smile that made him fall in love with you in the first place, as you reached up and ran a tender finger under where his eye bags once stood, your voice light and airy as you spoke—

“i love you and i love you, yuta.”

[yunppeo]

⋆⋆⋆ The Cheap Bouquet

PAIRING ! Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!reader

PRÉCIS ! Your school wasn’t very different from any other, people had their own cliques, cheerleaders in one table, nerdy kids at another. So naturally, you, the popular girl in school has her very own clique. Until, everything goes south when your boyfriend decides to break up with you for some wannabe you. And Obviously, the best way to make him jealous is to date the schools biggest loner. but.. what would happen if you actually fell in love with him..?

GENRE ! smau and written, y2k-esque theme but modern, FAKE DATING AU 🤤, grungy bf x rich/preppy gf

GUEST STARS. ! tbd!

WARNINGS ! inappropriate jokes/sex jokes, a bit suggestive but not rlly, angst bc it isn’t a yunppeo fic without angst, underage drinking (DONT DO IT!!!), megumi will have multiple faces bc i cant find a solid one. + more to be added

STATUS ! ONGOING !

XTRA ! yunjin (lessera) as y/ns face claim to make it easier for myself, can u tell i look inspo from regina x rodrick heh heh heh

TAGLIST ! send ask OR comment on this post!

clique 1: the shade room clique 2: diverse ahh fg

TRAILER (prologue) : that shank

EPISODE 1: the chosen one

EPISODE 2: yuji x the shitter

EPISODE 3: shut the fuck up first

EPISODE 4: holy outted

EPISODE 5: hm

EPISODE 6: megumi glaze

EPISODE 7: whos this?

EPISODE 8: i guess

EPISODE 9: say his name 3 times and he'll appear

EPISODE 10: yearnmaxxing

EPISODE 11: twin telepathy vro

INTERLUDE: what da beach

EPISODE 12: you kill me (in a good way)

EPISODE 13: home invasion

EPISODE 14: waiter more chapters... NOW

[bee2124]

What I look like at the function knowing I should be in bed reading a reader insert rn

[lokissweater]

miss pretty

{single dad!katsuki bakugo x kindergarten teacher f!reader}

summary: katsuki bakugo has never liked mess and always made sure his son and his life reflected just that. with years worth of a sparkling clean and organized home, toys put away and not once scattered about, and a barking knack over any calls of disorder in his life— meeting you, his sons sweet and sugary kindergarten teacher who was the definition of pure and who was for some reason turning his fiery heart into complete goo— was altering his boring strict cycles of no messes around… and for the better.

warnings: cursing, FLUFFF GALORE MY GAWD??, no smut but a lil steamy something, slight angst, afab!reader, katsuki thinks you are an ANGEL, sunshine x grumpy trope, mentions of abandonment, WHOLESOME AFFF, use of y/n, all characters are aged up.

word count: 11.4k

authors note: THIS MAKES ME WANT TO BE A MOTHERRRRR omg this one is sickeningly sweet and i’ve gotten a few requests to do sunshine x grumpy with sir katsuki and i WAS ALLL OVERRR ITTT i hope i fulfilled!!! <333 THANK YOU THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR ALL OF YOU BEING SOOO SWEETT TO MEEE I LOVE YOUUUU MWAAAHHH :] <33333

katsuki bakugo hated messes.

“oi!” he grunted, his son’s little head turning to look at him as he munched on his gummy fruit snacks from the backseat. “you better not leave that wrapper in here. take it outside with you when i drop you off.”

“kaaayyy!” his son dragged out happily, completely unphased by his dads snappy personality as he contemplated on which color fruit gummy to eat next.

“and wash your hands too. ask your teacher.”

“mhm!” he chirped.

“and don’t be a brat. pay attention.”

“yup yup!”

and for the most part, his life reflected that almost entirely— raising his son to always clean up after himself and not make bombastic huge messes around the house, begrudgingly understanding that he’s a small growing human, that a little spill of apple juice or two is basically guaranteed… but he just hated mess, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t raise his son right to be a clean and organized man even at five years old— katsuki keeping everything in his life practically spotless.

that was of course, until he met you.

katsuki shoved through the other parents in line as he went up to the front desk in the main office with a grip on his sons little hand, not giving a damn about the glares and huffs of bewilderment he got as there was no way in hell he was gonna wait like an idiot with the rest of them.

the lady at the front desk raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“can i help—”

“where the fuck is room twenty four.”

her eyes bulged open as the rest of the parents in line softly gasped and murmured.

“e—excuse me?—”

he rolled his eyes.

“room twenty four.” he pushed. “where is it?”

“sir— if you need me to help you i’d like you to wait in line until—”

“hah?! absolutely not.” he spat. “if i wait in that fucking line my son’s gonna be late why can’t you just tell me—”

“uh sir if you could—”

katsuki’s son giggled as he continued to spout profanities at the poor front desk lady.

“—sir please no foul language there are children around—”

“i don’t give a shit! just tell me where room twenty four is what the hell is so hard about that?!—”

“oh! that’s my class!”

katsuki snapped his head over, fiery red eyes shooting towards the voice until they landed on yours.

“is he one of my kids?” you smiled sweetly, eyes coming down to look at his son.

“oh—” he let his shoulders relax just a tad as he watched you fix the strap of his sons backpack on his shoulder. “i mean— if your class is twenty four—“

“it is!” you beamed, nudging your head. “i’ll show you where!”

“hiii miiiissss!” his son greeted, happy and silly as he followed you down the hall.

“hi honey!” you gushed, just as excited as he was as you patted over his blonde scruffy hair. “what’s your name?”

“milo!”

“nice to meet you milo! are you excited for your first day?”

“yeaaahh!” he cheered, smile bright as he grabbed your hand.

katsuki’s eyes widened.

“milo!” he snapped lowly. “what’d i tell ya? you can’t grab her hand like that you have to ask—”

“oh it’s alright!” you dismissed, smiling. “i don’t mind it at all! the other kids do it too.”

milo snickered and stuck his little tongue out at his dad, and katsuki rolled his eyes.

“is he yours?” you asked kindly, tilting your head.

“who else would he be…” he grumbled.

“i guess you’re right!” you giggled. “he looks just like you.”

katsuki’s eyes flickered to yours before dropping back down, a permanent furrow in his brows as you all rounded the corner.

“here we are—”

“ooo! ooo!” milo hopped up and down. “miss you have race cars?! dad can i please go?!”

he looked over, a mountain of toys scattered about in the classrooms play area, little kids already making a damn mess and the school day hadn’t even officially started yet.

“the hell you asking me for? ask your tea—”

“miss miss can i please go play with the race cars?!—”

“of course my love! go! go have fun.” you smiled, gently ushering him on before milo zoomed over to the play area and crouched down with the rest of the kids.

“oi!” katsuki barked. “put them away when you’re done!”

he huffed under his breath as he watched his son give him a thumbs up and fucking dump the entire bucket of race cars down on the ‘abc’ play rug, taking one in each hand and dragging them across floor.

“he’s so cuteee.” you grinned. “i’m glad he’s not afraid being it’s his first day.”

“oh fuck no.” he mumbled. “milo doesn’t care. the little runt doesn’t have a filter and does whatever the hell he wants without askin’ sometimes.”

he leaned against the doorsill as he watched milo converse with another kid and share a car, satisfaction in his chest that his son was sharing and being nice.

“but i guess he gets that from me.” he finished off.

you nodded. “but that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

he pursed his lips.

“in my experience, not really.”

you hummed.

“i think it’s definitely a good thing… i’d rather be assertive of things and not be afraid of what the consequences will be.”

katsuki looked at you, properly this time.

“what’s a kindergarten teacher afraid of?”

you shrugged, a slow playful grin spreading across your face.

“parents.”

he snorted, crossing his arms over his chest and you quickly had to look away, a pink buzz to your cheeks at the way his big built arms flexed.

inappropriate inappropriate inappropriate—

“i don’t know how you do it..” he spoke lowly.

“do what?”

“take care of little shits all day.”

you laughed loudly, reeling over a bit as he watched you out of the corner of his eye.

“i don’t take care of them! i teach them.” you quipped cutely. “they’re small, but this is when their brains drink up the most knowledge… and i love to see the progress from the beginning of the year compared to the end! i love it all really.”

pure.

katsuki curtly nodded, your sweet positive ambiance throwing him completely off, as he doesn’t think he’s ever met or surrounded himself around someone who’s directly emmitted the feeling of sunshine and rainbows and candy as much as you did.

and his cheeks flared up for some reason.

“oh!” you looked to the time on your little wrist watch and walked inside your classroom. “it’s almost time to start! i have to wrangle them all in their seats heh!”

katsuki swallowed and nodded.

“milo!”

he turned and upon seeing his dad wave him over, milo dropped his toys and bounded to him.

“don’t give her a hard time alright?” he spoke sternly, nudging his head over at you for emphasis. “listen. listen and learn and be the best one in there.”

“kaaayyy!”

“and you let me know if any of the other kids mess with you or you deal with it yourself. you already know how—”

“beat the crap out of them!” he cheered loudly and katsuki’s hand flew to clasp over his sons mouth before his frantic eyes looked at you.

the last thing he needed was someone to call up fucking child protective services on him.

“he’s joking! he’s joking… fuck.”

you giggled hard and clutched your stomach, your pretty smile sending katsuki for a loop.

“no you’re absolutely right!” you waved your hands in front of your face, reassuring. “treat others the way you want to be treated, so if someone’s being mean to you, bite back milo, okay? and also let me know first though!”

katsuki gave you a wobbly tiny smile amidst his branded serious face, looking at his son then and ruffling up his hair.

“okay, go.” milo ran off. “and don’t let me pick you up with dirt all over your clothes ya hear me?!”

“byeee daaaddd!”

you could tell that behind his harsh exterior— the slight purse of his lips, stiff frame and bouncing leg gave away that he was only worried about his kid and his first day of school, a sight you’ve seen time and time again since you started working as a kindergarten teacher, and one that never failed to warm your heart.

“don’t worry!” you sweetly smiled, and katsuki switched his gaze over to yours. “i’ll watch him especially… okay? to ease the nerves.”

he softly snorted, attempting to play it off but internally relieved as he pushed himself off the doorsill and nodded, thankful that the teacher milo got was as kind as you.

“um…” he mumbled. “katsuki.”

you tilted your head. “katsuki?”

“it’s my name idiot.”

“oh!” you giggled, a blush rising in your cheeks again as you tried to simmer it down. “nice to meet you katsuki! i’ll see you after school then with milo?”

he stiffly nodded, the way his name sounded so sugary off your tongue something he’d never heard before in his life or was used to at all.

“…ya gonna tell me yours or what?”

“sorry!” you sputtered, laughing nervously. “sorry it just— flew! you know—”

you stuck your hand out and offered it to him.

“y/n!”

katsuki untangled his arms and firmly shook it, grip strong and one that nearly made you stumble forward as you caught yourself and smiled.

“i’ll see you katsuki!”

out of all of the kids you’ve taught, milo was by far the cutest one.

the little man was like your personal assistant— a little bee buzzing around as he followed you everywhere in the classroom and helped you clean up after the rest of the kids that didn’t, ‘yelling’ at some of them to and cutely scolding them whenever he’d catch them leave some things behind, and was always on watch for you like a security guard with his little balled up fists on his hips, surveilling the classroom for any misbehaving kids or messes that you’d missed throughout the day.

all traits you no doubt knew he got from katsuki, even if you had just met him. it was pleasantly obvious.

“thanks for helping me out today, milo!” you gushed, pushing another students chair in as they all sat down and chattered for lunch. “you made my job a lot easier!”

“really?!” he squealed, big glimmering eyes beaming up at you before he happily chowed down on some apple slices.

and you noticed then milo’s lunch was insane, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut up and molded neatly into the shape of panda bears, his watermelon and apple slices shaped like stars with carrots and celery lined up with a little wedge of lemon if he wished, tiny rice balls on the side for a little snack you figured in case what he had didn’t fill him up— all so considerate and careful…

“wow!” you exclaimed, kneeling down next to him. “your lunch looks so yummy my love! did your mommy make this?”

“nuh uh!” he shook his head, cheeks filled with watermelon. “my dad did!”

you faltered.

“katsuki made this?”

“who’s katsuki miss?” he asked curiously, sipping on his little juice box after swallowing the fruit in his mouth.

you giggled. “nothing! nothing. enjoy your lunch okay?”

you went to stand, but milo’s hand shot out and caught your wrist.

“can you— can you eat lunch with me?” he mumbled shyly, fiddling with some carrot pieces in his hands. “please.. i always eat with my dad but he’s not here…”

your eyes softened and you quickly nodded.

“of course! let me just go grab my lunch and ill bring it over! sounds good?”

“yaaaayyyy!” he cheered happily, arms up as you scooched a tiny chair over from a nearby table and sat with him, laughing at his cute expression.

you knew you shouldn’t use a little kid to pry… but you were guiltily curious as to know if katsuki was married or not for reasons that made you ridiculously flustered and red in the face over.

and you wanted to be respectful in case he was… since the ogling you did at his muscles this morning through his black ribbed tank was the most embarrassing moment of your career and one you hadn’t seen coming at all, it catching you off guard and feeling horrible if katsuki indeed had a wife.

but he didn’t have a ring on his finger…

“milo?” you spoke up softly.

he smiled big. “yes miss!”

“does your mommy make you lunch as well or just your dad?”

he shook his head. “just my dad! i don’t have a mom.”

your shoulders deflated.

he didn’t have a mom… at all?

you slowly reached over then and patted his blonde hair, smiling warmly as his cheeks went pink. “that’s alright! i’m sure your dad makes you lunches like this every time huh?”

“yeah!” he gasped excitedly. “yesterday he made pizzas and cut them into dinosaurs! it was so cool! and then!— and then this morning for breakfast i had waffles that looked like dynamite blasts!”

“oh my goodness!” you giggled, your heart absolutely thumping over the fact that katsuki was so dedicated to his son like that. “man, i wish my lunches were as cute as yours!”

his little eyes snapped to yours.

“i’ll tell him!”

your brows furrowed confusedly. “wha—”

“to make you lunch! i’ll tell my dad to make you lunch!”

your eyes widened and you frantically shook your head, cheeks blazing as you laughed. “oh no my love! that’s totally okay don’t worry about me silly—”

“i’ll tell him i’ll tell him i’ll tell him!—”

“milo it’s okay! i’m a big girl.” you grinned. “i’m supposed to make my own lunches.”

milo grumbled and plopped a carrot in his mouth, begrudgingly chewing as he sat there in thought.

“…will you at least let me share some of mine?”

you pouted at his generosity, wondering how a kid could be so sweet as you nodded and held your hand up.

“of course sweetie! whatever you wa—”

milo plopped all of his peanut butter sandwiches in your palm and grinned, earning a gasp from you.

“milo this is too much i can’t—”

“eat it! eat it! eait it!—”

by the end of the day, you managed to get milo to take back his sandwiches in exchange for one singular watermelon star piece, him still doing his regular duties of being your little assistant and helping you clean up after everyone before the final bell rang signaling the end of class, you carefully making sure each kiddo got their designated backpack (as there was often a mix up) and art pieces they made for their parents to take home— a permission slip for the end of the year field trip tucked away inside their bags.

and the minute you stepped outside with the rest of the kids, you were surprised to see that katsuki was one of the first parents there as he stood directly across from your classroom with crossed arms, an angry usual scowl on his face that made you laugh to yourself as you led your kids to sit down on a bench in a single file line until their parents physically came to get them or their vehicles pulled up.

“milo!” you tapped his shoulder gently. “your daddy’s over there!”

“DAAADDD!!”

milo jumped up and ran across the grass, his tiny arms out as katsuki smiled softly and crouched down to pick his son up and settle him on his lower abdomen, you wringing your fingers behind your back and walking up to them.

“were you a brat?” he grunted.

“nope!”

“did any kids mess with you?”

“nope!”

“did you leave a mess?”

“nope!”

you giggled, and katsuki’s eyes snapped in your direction.

“how was he?”

“he did so good!” you gushed, patting milo’s back as he grinned. “was my little helper and everything! didn’t leave a single mess behind and helped me clean up after everyone else… he even made sure everyone was paying attention and not misbehaving.”

“yeah! yeah! see dad?” milo poked his dads cheek. “i didn’t lie!”

“never said you lied you little runt.” he scowled. “…but good job.”

“thanks!”

katsuki set him down after milo started kicking his legs and saying something about the swings, him instantly running towards the playground and to the slide.

“did he actually do all of that?” he spoke up.

“oh yes!” you quickly nodded. “i’ve never had a kid do that before so it was really nice of him to!”

you detached your fingers from around your back and fiddled with them.

“you teach him well katsuki.”

he scoffed and turned his head, cheeks pink as he tried to regain his composure.

“damn right i do.”

you giggled then, the memory of milo telling you he didn’t have a mother suddenly popping into your mind as you watched him happily slide down the blue slide head first.

“hey i don’t mean to um..” you timidly began. “i don’t mean to pry but—”

katsuki raised a brow at you and you snapped your mouth shut.

“nothing! nothing nevermind—”

“spit it out.”

“no it’s alright! sorry i—”

he glared and you cowered, smiling bashfully as you bit your bottom lip.

“milo… milo mentioned that he didn’t have a mommy? i was just— wondering if that was true…”

“tch—” he shook his head. “that’s what you were afraid of askin’ me?”

“i told you i’m scared of parents…” you slumped cutely, and he chuckled.

“it’s just me and him.” he answered. “his mom’s never been a part of our lives.”

your heart sunk a little, eyes sad as your gaze shifted to milo playing and racing around with another kid.

“don’t do that.”

you jumped and looked at katsuki.

“do— do what—”

“look all sad and shit.”

he hesitantly reached over and planted an index finger to the crease between your brows, the feeling rough as he tried to gently drag it down and smooth over the lines.

“it’s fine.” he grumbled, letting his arm fall to his side. “it doesn’t bother him. at least i don’t think it does.”

“no!” you spoke quickly, a crazed blush on your cheeks. “it doesn’t! and milo speaks so highly of you… especially the lunches you make him.”

his brows furrowed. “his lunch?”

“yeah!” you nodded excitedly. “you prepare it so so well! how do you get his sandwiches to look like little bears? and his fruit?! every time i try to cut mine into stars they always break in half…”

he huffed out a laugh, finding your little whine funny as he reached over and ruffled up your hair, you smiling cheekily in response.

“do you use molds?” you asked politely. “to shape out the bear?”

“fuck no.” he scoffed. “i do it myself.”

your eyes flew open.

“what?! so that’s really just you? and the dinosaurs too? the pizza dinosaurs? and the waffles? the ones that looked like dynamite blasts—”

“jesus christ how much did that kid tell you?”

your face grew hot as you smacked a hand over your mouth.

“sorry!” you giggled. “i just was thinking— that his lunch was really cute and thoughtful…” you took your hand away from your face. “i’m really glad that you do little things like that for milo to make him happy.”

katsuki stared at you, your swarm of compliments and sweetness and sunshine and butterflies almost suffocating as you looked at him with those pretty doe eyes, his throat oddly closing up the longer he stared right back and allowed you to pull him into your world of wonder and abc blocks and puzzles.

but it wasn’t suffocating in a bad way, not at all.

and… maybe he did want you to pull him in.

“dad dad dad!”

milo ran over, sweaty and red faced as he reached the two of you.

“there’s a dead lizard in the slide!”

“a dead lizard?” you laughed, surprised as you reached for his little water bottle from his backpack on the ground and uncapped the lid, handing it over and ushering him to drink.

katsuki didn’t know why the domestic sight of you doing that made him melt a bit.

a bit.

“yeah miss! it was big and gross.” he breathed out after gulping some of his icy cold water. “but i buried him!”

his dads red eyes snapped down to his and narrowed.

“don’t tell me you touched that thing milo.”

“i did!” he giggled.

“oh my fucking god—” katsuki snatched his hand and started pulling him to the car as milo giggled and stuck his tongue out.

“it’s a prank! some other girl in my class did… but i helped with the dirt!”

you chuckled softly as you watched katsuki stop and roll his eyes, coming back over to you with a hyper milo.

“say bye to your teacher ya little runt. and you’re still taking a shower when you get home!”

“but i don’t wanna take a showeerrr!” milo whined, letting go of his dads hand and running to you, you crouching and extending your arms big with a pretty smile.

“bye my love!” you hugged him tight as he giggled. “i’ll see you tomorrow okay? and give your daddy a break. no more digging up dirt and playing with dead lizards.”

“kaayyyy!”

you both let go and he stepped back, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before bouncing back to his dad.

katsuki choked on his spit.

“oi!” he barked. “you can’t just kiss her cheek milo the hell is going on with you?!—”

“it’s okay don’t worry!” you smiled kindly. “he’s just being sweet is all! i don’t mind.”

“you sure?” he pushed, milo snickering. “i—”

you waved him off and wrung your fingers behind your back, leaning forward.

“i’ll see you tomorrow morning kats!”

and he froze, nodding hard as he quickly took milo’s hand and backpack before walking to the car, his heart completely aflame in his chest and cheeks red as he led his babbling son further into the parking lot and inside the car, buckling him up in his car seat before hopping in himself and starting the engine, unbelieving that he had barely just met you and he was already thinking and acting like a fucking dumbass.

“and then we learned the days of the week! oh!— and we learned numbers! i can count to fifteen dad!”

“that’s good milo.” he responded, pulling out of the schools parking lot and craning his neck to see if he could catch a final glimpse of you and settling once he did, you so pretty and conversing so nicely with another kid until he was out of the lot.

“did you eat all of your lunch? y/n tells me ya shared with her.”

“i did! i did share with her.” he grinned. “she liked my lunch!”

“good.” katsuki gave him a thumbs up through the rear view mirror. “that’s good that you always share. especially with her.”

“yup yup! she’s preeettyyy.”

he rolled his eyes, but a small smile grew at the corner of his lips as he nodded curtly.

“that she is.”

katsuki continued to drop off his son personally at your classroom every morning before school.

even when it had been a couple of months into the year, at this point many students already used to their route to and out of class and their parents just dropping them off and leaving— them not even allowed on campus as security rounded every corner and told any parents who wished to go in that they weren’t supposed to, as per policy.

but not katsuki.

katsuki didn’t give a fuck as he stormed through the main office and ignored the calls of the front desk lady, her already used to the rude asshole who came through the building every morning as he strode by and down the hall to class twenty four… wanting to see you— his son’s pretty kindergarten teacher that was sweet and joyful and someone who was everything he wasn’t, his mind curious and filled with your giggles and smiles throughout the time that he’d gotten to know you and chat with you in the mornings and the afternoons, loving the way you were with milo and treated him like he was literally your own— always watching over him and making sure he had had enough to eat and drink and that his hands were washed when he wasn’t around.

and even katsuki himself— you bringing him candy bags from their classroom parties or donuts that were passed to faculty in the mornings and saving yours for him, treats he always took and ate with no questions asked even though he wasn’t a fan of sugary shit and junk food, always making the exception for you.

he had never experienced honest help like that… he’d never experienced someone caring enough about him and his son like the way you did so perfectly every single day…

and katsuki feared that he was a little obsessed.

“oh! miss y/n!”

“yes honey?” you responded kindly, opening a juice pouch for another student and handing it to them carefully during lunch.

milo dug into his lunch pail and pulled out a small container, sticking his hand up and offering it to you.

your brows furrowed, taking it from him.

“what’s this milo?”

“it’s from my dad!”

you stopped, heart dropping to your ass as you recounted his words.

from katsuki?

“your— your dad?”

“mhm!”

you shakily popped the lid of the container open, eyes widening and filling with hearts once you saw a mix of star shaped strawberries and watermelon and papayas, drizzled over with sparkling strings of honey and singular little blueberries scattered about.

“for me?” you asked softly, crouching down next to milo. “my love— are you sure this isn’t for you? i think your dad cut these up for you—”

“nope! for you!” he gave you a big toothy smile before stuffing his mouth with crackers. “he told me not to eat it and to give it to you.”

he swallowed and reached up, you tilting down your head so he could pat it just like you always did for him.

“i hope you like it miss! they look like the ones you told me looked cute!”

“i— i love them milo.. thank you!”

you picked up a papaya piece and ate it, entirely dazed and love struck as your tastebuds savored over the sweet velvety thick honey, literally blinking back tears at how thoughtful and kind katsuki was.

he didn’t have to do this at all… yet he took the time anyways out of his morning to do this for you.

and your heart nearly fucking gave out.

after school once you got your rowdy kids to sit neatly on the bench and wait for their parents, you extended a hand for milo and he hopped off the bench and took it, you both walking up to a waiting katsuki as he stood there with a soft smile on his face.

“hi kats!”

“hey.” he picked his son up and settled him over his abdomen, milo’s arms clinging around his neck and chin propped up on his dads shoulder as he was exhausted from a days worth of playing and learning.

“i wanted to um—” you peered up at him. “i um—”

his brows furrowed, and just as he was about to bark about you stumbling over your words, he stopped.

your bottom lip was trembling.

you hurriedly wiped your eyes.

“i wanted to thank you—” hic! “f—for the star shaped fruit this morning—”

“why are you crying dumbass?” he mumbled, reaching over and wiping some tears with his rough fingers.

“because it was so nice!” you sobbed, shoulders shaking as you let him wipe your cheeks. “and— and you put honey over it too! you didn’t have to do any of that for me!”

“tch—”

he flicked your forehead softly, not enough to hurt you but enough to get you to snap out of your hiccups as you sniffled.

“it’s just fruit y/n—”

“but it’s not.” you wiped your eyes again. “not to me anyways…”

katsuki slowly lowered his arm, gaze tracing over your pretty face and perfect hair and the way you cried over something so stupid, his brain unable to process the fact that an act as simple as cutting fruit up for you could make you this happy, and it made him want to see what you saw for once— how you saw the world for exactly what it was and appreciated it regardless of how big or small things were, not snippy or angry or spiteful over everyone and thinking everything was out to get him and his son.

“crybaby…” he grumbled. “i’m glad you liked it though.”

“i did kats.. a lot. thank you.” you wiped the last of your tears and smiled. “i’m sorry i cried.”

what a pretty sweet girl…

he shook his head and hoisted milo up, him completely knocked out with drool coming out of his mouth as katsuki felt it run down his shoulder, barely even noticing that though as his entire focus was trained purely on you.

was it okay if he… asked you out? would it be weird? would you tell him to fuck off?

katsuki internally rolled his eyes at his stupid fucking high school boy thoughts, though it didn’t alleviate the gnawing feeling that if you did tell him to fuck off… that he’d be angrily mortified at his fail and probably lose the right to talk to you since it’d be too awkward to.

but you were just so fucking sweet. all of the time.

“listen uh—” he cleared his throat, face growing hot. “i was wondering if ya wanted to eat dinner with me… sometime.”

you stared, eyes big and shocked and katsuki took it defensively and entirely the wrong way.

“forget it.” he snapped. “forget it i didn’t say shit—”

“no! no no—” you quickly shook your head. “no it’s okay i would!”

he stopped.

“you would?”

“of course!” you expressed sweetly, cheeks hurting from how big you were smiling as you tried to simmer down your giddy squeals. “i’d love to have dinner with you…”

his tense shoulders slowly relaxed, an eventual small smile growing on his face.

“a—alright uh…” he sighed. “i’d prefer to take ya somewhere nice but i don’t really have anyone to watch milo—”

you shook your head again, brows pinched. “oh no kats— we don’t have to go anywhere at all! we can order something in at your place and eat with milo? or— or my place?”

“my place.” he replied. “and i’ll cook.”

he cooks?!

“okay!” you giggled, your hand reaching up and patting over milo’s sleepy head gently. “sounds good!”

katsuki and you agreed on the details of the date after and bid each other bashful goodbyes, swooning as you watched him walk away into the parking lot with a sleeping milo in his arms and feeling like none of this was fucking real, for you couldn’t believe someone as handsome and cool as katsuki would ever be interested in someone like you.

and funnily enough, he felt the complete opposite, stressed and extra snappy as he cleaned the house from top to bottom (though it barely needed it), unnecessarily fixed the positioning of the furniture and made milo put away his toys, him not even whining or protesting like he usually did solely because the little man knew you were coming— pretty miss y/n with the pretty smile and the nicest lady he had ever met, and one he secretly hoped would be his new mommy every time he saw you and his dad converse before and after school, thinking you would fit the role perfectly.

especially after his dad had given you those fruits as a present!

“milo!” katsuki called. “come ‘ere!”

his son ran into the kitchen, toy race car in hand. “what!”

“be good today, ya hear me?” he pushed, face stern as he flipped a kitchen towel over his shoulder and sautéed vegetables in his frying pan. “please milo. don’t try to be funny and do somethin’ to scare y/n off.”

milo gave him a look.

“scare miss y/n off? dad you’re gonna scare her off not me!” he giggled. “silly.”

“yeah..” he grunted. “you’re probably right but i’m just sayin’. i’m thinking of the time grandma came over and ya put that fake rat in her purse to try and be funny.”

“ohhh yeeeeah!” he doubled over in little fits of laughter, holding his stomach as he did. “i did do that!”

“see what i mean?” katsuki grumbled, snatching the kitchen towel from his shoulder and throwing it down on the counter top, stepping back to peek in the oven. “you better not do that with y/n please.”

“i won’t!” he grinned. “not when she’s about to be my new mommy!”

katsuki choked as his spit went down the wrong pipe, bending over and coughing uncontrollably in his elbow before spinning around and looking at his son with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“the hell you just say?”

“what!” milo tilted his head. “that y/n is gonna be my new mommy?”

his eyes grew even wider as he dropped the pan he was holding on the stove and leaned back, running his hands over his face.

“oh you little runt please don’t say that in front of her, alright?”

he pouted. “why not?”

“you’ll scare her off! worse than when you put that fake rat in grandmas purse!”

“boooo!” milo stuck his tongue out and crossed his little arms over his chest. “whatever.”

“oi!”

“what!”

katsuki’s doorbell chimed and milo booked it to the front door.

“missss preettyyyy!!—”

“milo get your ass back here!—”

katsuki swung the door open and swooped his son in his arms just as he was about to pounce on you in midair, you giggling and covering your mouth as you watched the scene unfold before you.

“i’m sorry—”

“hiii misss y/nnn!” milo greeted happily, dangling off of his dad as katsuki tried to stop him from wiggling out of his grip. “i’m so exciteeeddd!—”

“hi my love!” you gushed warmly, smile wide as you extended your arms and walked forward, taking milo in your arms and setting him on your hip. “how are you? you excited to hang out with meee?”

“yes! yes!” he vigorously nodded. “i wanna show you all my race cars!”

“oh i can’t wait to seeee!” you bounced him on your hip and he giggled, you turning your attention and smiling at katsuki.

“hi kats!”

“the little brat is hogging—”

milo blew a silly raspberry at him before wrapping his arms around you and shoving his face into your neck.

you laughed and ran a soothing hand over the little man’s back, katsuki rolling his eyes before stepping to the side and letting you in, shutting the door behind him and leading you over to the kitchen.

and jesus christ you looked beautiful, him noting that pink was what you mainly wore on the day to day as he eyed your small rosy cardigan, you walking through his home and looking around and oblivious to the way he was staring at you like a fucking creep.

katsuki bit the inside of his cheek as he watched your eyes scan your surroundings, stupidly nervous about what you’d think of his house and furniture and minuscule decorations, and annoyed with himself that he’d even give a shit about something like that, trying to occupy himself and ignore it as he looked in the oven and lifted lids of various pots and pans, checking over tonight’s dinner.

“i’m sorry i’m behind…” he grumbled and waved his hand around. “had to clean the house and shower milo since he decided to play in the fuckin’ mud this morning.”

“oh you don’t have to apologize for that kats!” you looked at him worriedly. “you don’t have to apologize for anything i totally understand…”

you hoisted milo further up your hip and grinned. “i’m just happy to spend time with the both of you.”

katsuki felt smoke puff out of his red ears as he nodded and scratched the back of his neck, turning slightly and lifting the lids from his pots and pans again.

“miss preettyyyy!” milo whined. “when can i show you my race cars?!”

katsuki scowled and you laughed.

“now honey! but how about we move some of your toys to the living room so i can spend time with both you and dad? how does that sound?”

“yayayay!!” milo cheered, bouncing on your hip as you smiled cutely and set him down, him running off down the hall and you quickly following after him.

milo talked you through his entire collection of race cars as you both sat down on the living room rug— telling you the model of each and every one, what they did, how fast they went, they places they’d gone, and which were his favorites as you excitedly talked to him about his cars and shifted conversation between him and katsuki, a task he was surprised you did so efficiently, but then quickly realized that that was literally your fucking job everyday dealing with little brats talking your ears off and you attending all of them at the same time.

and when it came around to dinner time, you helped katsuki set up even through his snapping and huffing that you absolutely shouldn’t, you giving him a silly little face as you assisted anyways and set up milo’s booster seat, picking him up and sitting him down before buckling him up while katsuki placed your dishes on the table—

and gourmet fucking dishes at that.

you were bewildered. absolutely bewildered as you gawked over the lasagna platter he set before you, it delicate and fancy looking as he had even draped sauce on your gray ceramic plate in gourmet intricate designs, knowing that katsuki had mentioned to you he was a chef over the several months you’d gotten to know him, but you didn’t know exactly to which extent that chef occupation stretched to.

“kats…” you murmured. “what do you do for a living.”

“i told you idiot.” he passed over a couple of napkins and you gratefully took them, taking one then and wiping down milo’s mouth as he messily ate his cut up pieces of lasagna. “i’m a cook.”

“yeah but what kind? where?”

“why?” he gruffed. “does it look like shit?”

“no!” you giggled. “absolutely not the opposite actually! this is probably the most beautiful lasagna i’ve ever seen in my life.”

“duh.” he responded, but sent you a small smile as he ate. “i’m an executive chef down at a restaurant in the city.”

your jaw dropped. “the city?! you’re so cool kats! oh my goodness!”

his face flushed.

“my dad says his boss is a piece of—”

“don’t say it!” katsuki snapped at his son, eyes wide as you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing, not wanting to encourage the little man any further.

“milo i told ya not to cuss until you’re ten—”

“ten?!” you giggled loudly and let your hand fall, sticking your fork in your lasagna and eating. “as long as he cusses with you and not at you… i think it should be fine!”

katsuki stopped.

you get it. or you rile up his bad cussing habit. either or he might as well have found his fucking soulmate.

“miss pretty!” milo called.

“yes my love?”

“do you have a boyfriend?”

katsuki smacked a hand on his forehead and you snickered.

“i don’t!” you grinned. “why milo?”

“because i want you to be my new—”

“milo if ya shut your mouth right now i’ll buy you two new race cars tomorrow.”

his son gasped dramatically and pursed his lips shut, eyes big and excited as he tried to contain himself and do as told.

“his new what?” you tilted your head cutely, katsuki’s heart hammering against his rib cage as he stuffed his mouth with food.

he shrugged. “the fuck should i know?”

“but i wanna know!” you pouted, taking your final bites of your yummy dinner.

he swallowed.

“do you want dessert?”

you gasped. “oh my god yes! i do!”

“then i suggest you shut your mouth too.”

you laughed over the table, quickly nodding as you pursed your lips like milo and pinched your thumb and index finger together, running it across your mouth and twisting your wrist like a pretend lock before dropping your hand in your lap, giddy and excited over dessert.

katsuki playfully rolled his eyes and stood, collecting all of your plates and stacking them on top of each other before taking them over to the sink.

“dad!” milo called as he bounced in his seat, katsuki grunting in response.

“what’d you make for dessert!”

“mochi.”

“yaaaayyyyy!” he cheered happily. “can i eat it with y/n in the living room?”

katsuki’s brows furrowed. “the living room?”

“yeah!” milo exclaimed. “so i can keep showing her my race cars!”

he struggled for a moment before eventually nodding. “alright… but don’t make a mess i just cleaned—”

you and milo ended up building a fucking fort once he gave you the all clear, you both saying something about it adding to the ambiance as you used the couch cushions for makeshift walls and milo’s choo choo train sheets for the roof and tent, katsuki before he knew it his entire living room a fucking mess as the three of you sat amongst the scattered about pillows and blankets eating your bits of mochi, milo mainly inside the little tent you made for him as you and katsuki were too big to fit inside with him.

his living room was a mess… but he didn’t mind.

katsuki didn’t mind the mess.

your way of living was entirely different from his, as yours had everything to do with mess due to your full time job with kids— paint all over your hands and face, marker stains on your clothes and sticky glue residue and pieces of cut up construction paper somehow in your hair, all things katsuki despised for years and made sure his house never reflected any of that.

but in that moment, with his living room in complete disarray and the positioning of his couches utterly fucked up? the dishes still in the sink and the table still set?

katsuki didn’t fucking care.

because he had never seen his son so happy. he had never seen him so excited and hyper as you helped him set up and somehow tie fairy lights that katsuki had somewhere up in his attic for holiday seasons around the fort, you looking fucking gorgeous under the dim dark lightning as you read milo one of his favorite children’s books you got from his little shelf in his room— ‘the very hungry caterpillar,’ one of your favorites too as his son followed along with you and giggled whenever you’d make a silly joke only a five year old would find funny.

and katsuki felt warm… that’s all he ever felt when he was around you.

is this what it was like to be a family?

“oh my goodness i almost forgot!” you quickly sat up and handed milo the book, him taking it as you crawled over and reached for your bag. “i brought something for you honey!”

milo gasped and sat up. “really?! what?!”

you pulled out a ceramic cream colored globe with hollowed out stars, a small bulb inside as you scooched on your knees back over to a curious katsuki and milo.

“woah..” his son whispered. “what is it?”

you smiled and reached for the nearest outlet, plugging in the little globe and flicking a switch.

the darkened room illuminated itself then with the soft murmur of a lullaby playing, star shaped shadows slowly shifting around the entire living room as milo gasped and stood, frantically pointing at each moving shadow and gushing while his little mind was trying to process how cool and fascinating this was.

and all katsuki could do was stare at you.

stare at the way you sat back on your ankles and pointed with milo, counting how many stars you could see before it shifted and repeating that for fun, stare at the way both of your eyes glowed with wonder and curiosity, and stare at the way you smiled so gracefully and looked unreal now under the starry lights, his heart on overdrive at how gentle you were and how much you cared about his son.

about him.

and katsuki was sure then he was absolutely sick over you.

you all settled after a while of playing games and eating more mochi, especially milo, the little lullaby knocking him out as he snored next to you in his fort, you and katsuki laying down next to each other as you stared up at the shifting stars.

“i’m sorry i made such a mess in your living room..” you whispered bashfully. “i promise i’ll pick everything up before i leave.”

he shook his head. “don’t worry about it i can pick up. it’s fine.”

you smiled at him warmly before looking back up at the ceiling, feet planted on the blanketed flooring as your mindlessly moved your propped up knees side to side.

“was it hard raising milo on your own kats?” you asked softly, fingers wrung together neatly on your tummy.

“it was at first.” he mumbled. “but i got used to doin’ it on my own.”

you frowned, not particularly happy with the idea that katsuki had to raise a human being on his own without any help or guidance, wishing that he would’ve had someone there to help him every once in a while, or just be there for him.

“you did an exceptional job, okay?” you began. “you should know that... milo is such an honest kid… and he’s so precious too.”

katsuki’s eyes softened, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you in fear of you noticing his stupid flustered face as he opted for keeping his gaze glued to the starry ceiling, your sugary peachy perfume not fucking helping as he decided to sit up instead.

“he is.” he grunted softly. “don’t know how his mom didn’t see that.”

you faltered and sat up with him.

“what do you mean?”

katsuki eyed you before looking down, hands flat behind him propping himself up as he thought.

“ah… milo happened because of some random hookup i had in college.” he mumbled. “didn’t love her or anythin’, i barely knew her but still told her i’d support her and the baby obviously.”

you nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“i was there through her entire pregnancy and when milo was born… but the minute she got discharged from the hospital and took him with her, i woke up at four in the mornin’ with a knock on my door and milo left abandoned on my doorstep.”

you gasped, hand hovering over your mouth.

“are you— are you serious?”

katsuki nodded.

“she wouldn’t answer my calls, my texts, nothing. i went to her house and found out she took the first flight she could to fuck knows where.” he shook his head bitterly. “but i didn’t give a shit about me i’ll raise him i don’t care. it was never about me.

he looked at you. “it was about milo. i didn’t want him to know that his ‘mom’ left him behind like that, and i didn’t want him to think it was his fault or anythin’… shits ridiculous.”

katsuki shifted his gaze back up to the ceiling. “still don’t know how she could ever do something like that.”

the sound of a hiccup make his eyes widen and snap back to you, your eyes filled with fat tears as your bottom lip wobbled, hands coming up to cup over your mouth and nose as you tried to keep it in.

“you’re crying?”

you nodded, squeaky slight sobs slipping past your throat as you strained to keep everything down.

“that’s so cruel.” you cried softly, embarrassingly drowning in your tears in front of him yet again. “you didn’t deserve that at all kats… milo didn’t deserve that you both should’ve had such a good mommy and— and a good support system—”

katsuki pushed himself up and wrapped his big arms around your shoulders, pulling you in and rubbing a hand up and down your back comfortingly.

“you cry over everything y/n.”

“s—” hic! “—sorry—”

he laid the side of his head on top of yours as you shook, somehow feeling guilty of what he told you just because of how much you were crying.

more than when he gave you those star shaped fruits.

“oi…”

katsuki pulled back and looked at you, reaching up and wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“don’t cry baby…”

baby?!

you funnily sobbed even more and shoved your face in his chest, him chuckling as he wrapped his arms back around you and gently swayed side to side.

“stop it idiot.” he mumbled. “it’s fine. it happened years ago n’ milo and i have always been alright on our own.”

…but he wanted you now.

now that he knew what it was like to be softly cared for by someone precious like you, to feel what it was like to be warm and fuzzy and sunshine and rainbows and candy all of the time… and katsuki wanted you so. bad.

“i know..” you hiccuped. “and i’m really glad but i just wish you had someone.”

you pulled away and quickly wiped your wet cheeks. “m’sorry i cried all over your shirt—”

“don’t give a fuck.”

you breathed out a laugh and dropped your hands in your lap, looking at your fingers as you sniffed.

you were always crying for him.

“y/n.”

“yeah?”

he looked to the side with a blush to his cheeks.

“thanks for comin’ today.”

you smiled brightly and nodded.

“of course kats! how could i not?” you looked behind you to a sleeping milo, reaching over and pulling his blanket a little further up his shoulders. “i want you to know that i wanna be there for you and milo…”

he shifted his gaze to you as you turned back around.

“whether— whether you wanna keep seeing me or not—” you gnawed nervously at the inside of your cheek. “which i hope you do! but— but if not that’s totally fine i just want to be there for you both…”

how were you so pure? so thoughtful?

“why the hell wouldn’t i wanna keep seeing you?” he huffed, grumbly and embarrassed as he pursed his lips. “i’d be stupid as fuck not to…”

you blushed, happy shiny eyes looking at him eagerly like he was everything and more, and he wasn’t used to people looking at him like that whatsoever as your gaze flickered down to his lips and back up.

and you were so pretty.

“y/n.”

“mhm?”

he slowly leaned closer.

“would you be mad if i made a move on you—”

“of course not—”

katsuki lunged and planted his rough lips on yours, you tasting like straight sugar and honey as he placed his big hands on the sides of you head and held you like a piece of delicate glass, kissing and sliding your tongues in each others mouths rather quickly and breathy as he moved one hand from your pretty face down to your waist to grip it.

you placed your hands on the blanketed floor and slowly crawled over to him during the makeout, him reaching and wrapping the rest of his built muscly arms around your waist and pulling you to straddle his lap as he ran his hands up and down your sides and back, wanting to feel you as much as he possibly could and squeeze you tight as he gulped your little self down, brows furrowed and lips red.

katsuki pulled away and ran his fiery wet mouth across your jaw and to the spot right below your ear on the side of your neck, your hands gripping his broad shoulders as he bit and sucked and still squeezed you, manhandling you in a way and eating you up.

your eyes fluttered open once you heard a slight rustle, your line of sight catching milo shifting a little in his sleep.

“k—kats—” you breathlessly whispered, pushing a little at his shoulders.

he grunted.

“milo—” you pointed. “he’s waking up—”

“the fucks that gotta do with us—”

“kats!”

he groaned and pulled his mouth from you, scowling over to see his son only shifted positions and was now directly facing the both of you, tiny eyes closed as he drooled and was probably dreaming about race cars and his dads shark shaped pb & j sandwiches.

“the little runt is fine—” he shoved his face back in and gnawed at your neck again as you gasped.

“nooo!” you whined and giggled softly. “now i’m scared he’s gonna wake up…”

he huffed and officially pulled away this time, red eyes dilated and half lidded as he looked over your pinky cheeks and shy face, the purple and blue mark he made on your neck making the right side of his lips curve up into a little prideful smirk, you too distracted to notice over the way he clutched and loosened up the hold on your waist repeatedly.

katsuki kept you on his lap and scooched himself down, laying on his back and head on the pillow as he nudged you to lay on him completely over his chest and body, you more than happy to do so as you settled your head on his pecs and got comfortable with his strong arms around you— feeling so safe and looked after.

and you hadn’t expected to sleep over… but you just didn’t wanna leave, and katsuki sure as hell didn’t want you to either as you softly and quietly talked over the small tinkling of the lullaby and milo’s soft breathing, shadowy stars still slowly shifting around you as you easily switched between various topics— ranging from serious to silly as you ran a loving hand over his chest and his on your back, the both of you subconsciously lulling each other to sleep until you were just as passed out on the floor as milo.

since then, katsuki didn’t wanna let you out of his sight.

as if he wasn’t already involved enough with milo’s school activities because of you, this man became a fucking member of the pta and volunteered himself for every single event so as long as you were there, helping you out especially with fundraisers and bake sales as his desserts always sold out quicker than anything else and made bank as he snickered and boasted at the other parents that weren’t selling as much, you giving him a silly glare that never failed to shut him right up as he wanted to be good for you and not upset you.

the front desk lady even went from hating him to loving him, katsuki grumbling and chucking her a bag of leftover fundraiser chocolate chip cookies on her desk as he passed by to drop off milo in the mornings, serving as a ticket way in and to get her to shut up now instead of yelling at him from down the hall.

and he continued to give you yummy star shaped fruits.

except now some days they looked like hearts or little flowers, and he always made his fruit assortments different so you wouldn’t get tired of them and added different dippings like caramel or chocolate hazelnut, you gushing and nearly bawling literally everyday whenever you’d open the container and milo giggling at you during lunch.

you also never went a day without stopping by or staying over at katsuki’s house since your first initial date, your days so much fun and filled with love as you ate lunch or dinner with the two of them, laughing at milo’s sporadic comments or katsuki’s barking and scolding while you either played with milo, helped katsuki clean up the house and him the kitchen or you the kitchen and vice versa, or simply cuddle on the couch with kisses shared amongst you and katsuki— the three of you with milo seated peacefully and comfortable in the middle while you watched a movie or lulled the little man to sleep.

and katsuki had never felt so complete as he started leaving messes behind without even realizing or stressing about it, and he didn’t know when the fuck it was that he turned so soft and sappy— the change a bit strange to those who knew him as he was just a teeny weeny less explosive and angry over small things, and more so when it came to you and his son.

“make sure you keep your little bucket hat on honey, okay? it’s hot today and i don’t want you to tire yourself out milo.”

the end of the year field trip for the kindergarteners this year was a voyage to the local wildlife sanctuary, a gorgeous exhibit that sat right next to the national science museum in your city, its main attraction being the 25 foot koi pond and butterfly wonderland that housed various butterfly species and their little habitats— the kids field trip assignment being to count how many they see throughout the day and pick one koi fish and butterfly to draw on their journals.

katsuki, of course, volunteered as a chaperone.

“single file line please my loves!” you called, hand by your mouth. “and don’t seperate from your friends okay?! everyone stay where i can see—”

“oi!” katsuki barked, snapping and pointing at a rogue kid who decided to break free from the line and run across the grass. “the fuck do you think you’re doing!—”

“kats!” you breathed out a shocked laugh. “you’re gonna get me fired if you talk to the kids like that—”

“shit! sorry— i’m sorry baby hold on—”

katsuki booked it across the grassy lawn and caught up with the running kid on the other side, the rest of your class giggling and cackling as katsuki swooped him up with one arm and dangled him upside down while he kicked and swung tiny punches to his abs, katsuki not even flinching.

“do that again and see what happens brat.” he spat, the little kid not having a single care in the world as he giggled with the rest of the class, all of them deviously planning to piss katsuki off as much as possible since his outbursts were just funny.

“okay okay—” you smiled apologetically at him before taking the dangling boy from his arm and setting him back down, fixing over his clothes and backpack before patting his head and standing upright.

“no more running alright?” you placed your hands on your hips. “don’t we wanna see some cute little fishies and butterflies?!”

“yeeeeaaaahhhh!!” the babies cheered excitedly, each of them immediately returning to their designated spots in two lines as you grabbed your line leaders tiny hands and started the walk down the grassy field to the sanctuary.

“lemme help ya with one line baby—” katsuki went to grab one of your line leaders hands until they burst into a crying fit.

“no! no! i wanna hold miss y/n’s hand!”

katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “what’s so bad about me hah?”

“you’re ugly! miss y/n is pretty!”

the rest of the kids ruptured, laughing as katsuki sent death glares to a literal child, about to spout something nasty until his eyes flickered to your pleading face, his muscles instantly relaxing as he casted his gaze to the ground with a grumble.

you giggled and gave him a sweet kiss to his cheek in gratitude, his face flushing as he eyed your deep blue overalls and pinky shirt and the way your sunglasses sat pretty in your hair on top of your head.

“what honey?” you tilted your head.

“none of your business.”

you snickered and nudged your shoulder with his, looking over at milo from somewhere in the line to make sure he was okay before walking up the front gates of the sanctuary.

the wildlife guide met you once you all were cleared and inside the greenhouse, your kids absolutely restless as they ‘listened’ to whatever the guide had to say and just wanting to break free and run around to look at all of the fishies and butterflies like you had promised, and you not even listening either as you drooled over the way katsuki’s muscles looked under his t-shirt.

“any questions sweetheart?”

“huh?” your eyes snapped to the guide, cheeks pink as you quickly shook your head. “oh! no not at all! thank you ma’am!”

“alrighty then! just please make sure to tell your students—”

suddenly your two perfect lines broke apart as the kids started running around and pointing at fluttering butterflies and screaming, the guide looking like she’d seen a ghost as the usual quiet and serene sanctuary was now the epitome of noise.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry—” you guiltily apologized. “my kids will settle down they’re just excited is all…”

the guide kindly waved you off before walking back to the main office, you turning and expecting to see katsuki standing next to you, but faltering once you saw he was on the other side and pulling one of your kids down that had climbed up the gates of one of the sanctuaries closed off exhibits.

“oh god..” you mumbled, about to make your way over until you spotted milo in a corner alone, staring at one of the koi ponds.

“milo?” you called softly, walking up to him.

your heart sank once he turned and you saw his little tear filled eyes and wobbling lip.

“oh no!” you gasped, crouching down and taking his tiny hands in yours. “what’s wrong my love? are you okay? is it too hot?”

you pushed some of his spiky blonde bangs back from his sweaty forehead as he shook his head.

“i can’t draw!” he sniffled. “and the koi fishies keep moving…”

your shoulders relaxed in relief.

“that’s okay!” you took his journal and pencil, wiping his wet cheeks as you smiled sweetly. “as long as we’re patient with the fishies, they’ll swim back and you can draw them again!”

you opened his journal and flipped to a new blank page, the both of you waiting quietly until a big chubby koi fish swam by.

“there!” milo whispered and pointed, and you quickly drew what you could, just making out the shape of the body before it disappeared again.

“and now we wait!” you grinned up at him. “the fishy will come back around and you’ll be able to draw it again.”

“kayyy!!”

“and you can draw milo. i’ve seen your artwork in class, remember? you always get a gold star!”

he giggled. “i do miss pretty!”

you ran a soothing hand over his back before passing his journal back.

“now you try honey—”

“i love you.”

you froze and looked up, katsuki standing there with a sincere and vulnerable look in his eye.

you stood from your crouched position and looked at him wide eyed.

“i’m not— i’m not good at this kinda shit at all and i always say somethin’ dumb but i do.”

“kats—”

“and i’m sorry it took me so long to say it but i tried to make it obvious with my stupid shaped fruits n’ shit… and i always thought you kinda just knew…”

milo was too busy focusing on catching glimpses of the koi fish to draw with his tongue peeking out to even realize what was going on next to him.

“you’re so patient baby. the way you are with me… the way you are with my kid. i need that in my life and i can’t live without it at this point…” he spoke genuinely. “your fuckin’ fault.”

you giggled and covered your face with your hands, face hot to the touch and bashful at everything he was telling you.

“come here.”

you listened and walked forward, dropping your arms as you wrapped them around his abdomen and his around your head, squishing you in his big chest as he propped his chin up.

“do you love me too or what.” he frowned. “cause if not this is shitty and embarrassing—”

“no i do!” you giggled, pulling away and giving him a cheeky smile. “i do kats you know that… i love you. so much.”

he smiled and pecked your lips. “good, miss pretty.”

katsuki had heard the entire conversation you had with his son, your words seeping with such tenderness and care, and he almost passed the fuck out when he thought about how much of a blessing you were, something he’d be a fool not to snatch up and take as he nearly fucking proposed to you in the middle of the sanctuary like an idiot, not knowing at all how a person that pissed people off for a living was loved by a woman who was the definition of pure.

because how the fuck did an angry dunce like him, get lucky with an angel like you?

“oh my god that dumbass kid is climbin’ the fence again— oi!”

katsuki quickly kissed your cheek before flying to the other side of the sanctuary, you doubling over in laughter as you watched him fight and tug and pull, your student not budging at all whatsoever and the rest of the kids laughing at how red katsuki was getting in the face.

“miss pretty!” milo tugged at your overalls, and you looked down to see him holding up his open journal, a cute wobbly sketch of a koi fish on the page as he smiled big. “i drew it! do you like it?!”

“wow milo!” you gushed, crouching down to his level and taking the journal, examining his artwork. “this is beautiful my love! see? i knew you could do it!”

“thank youuu!” he responded sweetly, his little cheeks blushing as he looked at you like he had another thing he wanted to say.

you tilted your head. “do you wanna tell me something else?”

“yeaaahhh.” he dragged. “please love my dad… i know he’s mean but— but he doesn’t mean it!”

your eyes softened as milo looked down at his shoes.

“and love me too… because i want you to be my new mommy…”

you quickly blinked back tears as to not alarm milo, surprisingly successful at preventing them from slipping down your face.

“i do love your dad honey… and you. the both of you i love so so much.”

he beamed. “really?!”

you nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “and i thought i was already your mommy milo!”

the little man gasped and flung his arms around your neck.

“YAAAYYY!” he yelled. “miss pretty is my mommy! i have a mommy now!”

ever since you came into katsuki’s life, his way of living materialized into something completely different.

because now instead of his house being plain and boring and organized from top to bottom without a single thing out of place— it was warm now… happy. and never went a day without smelling like cookies and vanilla as you and katsuki baked with milo any chance you could, set up more pillow forts and tents with starry ceilings, and slept with milo in his room as he snored content in his little bed, you sprawled directly on top of katsuki like he always had you as you both every day intended to leave after putting his son to rest, but ending up falling asleep on the floor each time.

the three of you were a little family.

and katsuki didn’t know why he hated messes so much in the first place.

because mess signified that something had been there, something sunny and tender, something that signified family as you peppered kisses over both your boys’ faces everyday and katsuki drowning you in his rough ones— your man squeezing you so tight all of the time and anywhere, as milo wasn’t just his son now but yours too as you took him to the park or to the aquarium on your days off, the three of you gently living as both of milo’s small hands were occupied now instead of just one.

katsuki’s life looked like it had been generously cherished and lived in for a change.

and katsuki bakugo loved messes.

so as long as they were from you.

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★ “WE NEED TO TALK” WITH MHA CHARACTERS

characters: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, denki

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after hours.

megumi fushiguro x implied f!reader

ʚ⁺˖ » synopsis: working overtime is nothing new for the average office worker, but when the cold, quietly mysterious megumi fushiguro offers to walk you home one late night, you're too tired to question it. luck, however, never seems to be on your side when a sudden downpour sends the two of you seeking shelter in a small izakaya. what starts as a simple act of courtesy tumbles into a string of quiet nights afterwards, slipping through his cold exterior, and finding yourself learning more about him, with moments blurring the line between routine and something more.

ʚ⁺˖ » w.c: 8.3k, art cred: @/mjyeta〃modern office worker au, drunken flirting, cuddling, jealous megumi, kissing, megumi's a tsundere in denial, tooth-rotting fluff, bonding over food and books, private relationship, office relationship, adopting cats and dogs, domestic fluff, moving in together, happy ending where he frees himself because i hate long corporate life.

ʚ⁺˖ » songs: playlist〃notes: will probably turn this into a mini-series, ive had this idea for a looong time, but it's a little cheesy (idc i love corny plotlines and tsundere megumi) for his upcoming birthday this winter—here's some warm soft fluff, and i hope you enjoy!! inspired by me clocking 20 hours of ot last week.

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When the selection for Top Employee of the Month begins, one name is always plastered on the bulletin board. Megumi Fushiguro.

It’s never complete without yours as well, printed in the same monotonous Arial font as every other document this forsaken office churns out. Truthfully, you’re getting sick of seeing it, too, especially with your ceaseless dreams of Word files and spreadsheets now.

The office lights are off, and all that echoes through the empty room is the rhythmic ticking of the clock, followed by the clattering of your keyboard. Your desk is a scattered mess of pens and notes, illuminated by the pale blue glow of your monitor.

Even as your eyes burn, you peel them open, skimming the same paragraph for what feels like the tenth time. The words are garbling as you grip your hair to pull yourself together, dragging the cursor back up the page.

“Almost done…” 

All of a sudden, a silhouette drapes over your eyes, and your head is gently pushed back. You lift your gaze to see Megumi, half-hidden by exhaustion. His eyes are similarly rimmed with a faint red, and it’s pitiful, really.

“...Working late again?”

His tone is flat, as usual. It isn’t the first time either of you has stayed back, slaving away in corporate hell during late-night hours.

“Mhm,” you hum, rubbing your eyes. “You?”

He sighs, gaze flicking across your cluttered desk.

“Finishing up some reports.”

Leaning against the divider between your cubicles, arms crossed, he blends too naturally with the grim grayscale of the workplace.

“What did our manager assign you this time?”

You scoot your chair closer, peering over his monitor as he slumps in his seat.

“Just reviewing sales data for the last quarter,” he mutters.

Your face instantly contorts at the blurred blinking cells on his Excel sheet. This whole week has been a total nightmare, and you push back your chair, yawning with a sore stretch.

“Well, at least tomorrow’s Saturday. Bet the others are already cheering at Gojo’s afterparty. I’d kill for a drink or two.”

He lets out a small scoff, eyes still glued to the crowded spreadsheet. “You should try unwinding without alcohol once in a while.”

You chuckle, surprised that he’s even entertaining small talk this late.

“Do you hate it that much? I never see you at the after-work gatherings.”

Megumi raises an eyebrow at your sudden chattiness. No one normally breaches his quiet perimeter. Still, the night is so bitterly grim, he can’t care less.

“...I don’t see the point,” he replies flatly. “They’re a waste of time.”

“I see…” you murmur.

The silence stretches quickly with his bluntness, dangling in the air like a fragile string.

He pauses for a brief moment.

“Just get your work done so we can both leave.”

You blink at him.

With a glance over at you, he merely sighs. He isn’t the type to initiate anything, but still, the thought of you walking home alone this late doesn’t sit right with him.

“...I’ll walk you home.”

His tone is clipped and terse, leaving no room for argument. You glance over your shoulder, but you’re numb already with exhaustion. He doesn’t pry away from his screen, indifferent even as he types away.

“Give me a few minutes.”

Your typing grows brisker as you hurry to finish up, quickly packing while he shuts his laptop and stands. From the outermost corner of his vision, he peeks over to your side.

The exhaustion on your face is glaringly obvious. Lit from the sickly glow of your monitor, the faint dark circles under your eyes irradiated, even more so with the slump of your shoulders.

“Are you sure it’s not a hassle?” you ask doubtfully as the elevator doors slide shut.

He shakes his head.

“It’s fine.”

With a final ding, the doors open to the endless stretch of restless Tokyo.

Despite the harrowing hours, neon signs still pulse through the city’s veins, laughter spilling from passing bars, footsteps echoing on wet asphalt. The moon hangs low and full, a pale sentinel watching over the scintillating streets, the distant clatter of the last train fading into darkness.

But with each step, a tinkling sound echoes amidst the noise, the first pearls of rain plopping onto your head. Two small droplets fall onto your cheeks, and when you lift your hand, the third quickly follows. It’s only moments until the asphalt is completely glistening with rippling silver puddles, and panic flickers across your face.

“Shit, I didn’t bring an umbrella,” you mutter, clutching your bag closer.

Together, you scurry to the nearest awning, the scent of wet concrete mingling with the humid city air. The splatters grow heavier with each passing second, the buildings’ glaring lights fogging up as the downpour thickens. The sheet splatters against the ground, bouncing off neon signs and blurring their reflections into warning streaks of red and gold.

You peep at him, a flicker of exasperation over his expression.

“I don’t have one either.”

Almost on cue, your eyes catch the warm glow of the izakaya right behind. Its glow is lucent, the echoing commotion luring your weary mind through the half-open door.

“...Looks like we’re stuck here until it lets up.”

You tilt your head toward him, voice soft against the rain’s percussion.

“Have you eaten dinner?”

He turns to you.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Should we get something to eat while we wait?” 

Paper lanterns flicker through the battering, muted glow glistering over wet cobblestones. Cheers and toast spill from the open windows of the tiny bar, wreathing into the damp night—and with the sizzling mist of meat amid the humid air, the offer is much too tempting to resist.

For a split second, he pauses.

“...Sure, let’s go.”

With that, he gestures towards the door, holding it open for you.

Warmth wraps around you the moment you step inside—the mingling scents of oil, spice, and sake like a soft embrace. You both settle at a corner table, quiet enough that you can hear the faint hiss of the grill. Scanning the QR code, your gaze drifts naturally to the room, the people, and the hum of vitality alive around you.

Laughter ripples through the space as brimming glasses clink, foam spilling onto the worn wood counter.

“One wouldn’t hurt, right…” you mutter, fingers grazing the option of an Asahi beer.

His gaze snaps to you, incisive, and under the warm lamplight, your fatigue is so apparent that even concern flickers across his face.

“You sure you should be drinking right now? You look exhausted.”

You pause.

“Ah, sorry… didn’t mean that. If I don’t… I usually wake up in the middle of the night. You know.”

You tilt your head, shrugging with a flippant mock of a smile.

“It helps.”

His expression remains indifferent, and he leans back in his chair, gaze still fixed on you.

“It's self-medication, then.”

You can barely stifle a chuckle at his choice of words, watching his stoicism waver just enough to give the air a little warmth. He makes it sound like some serious medical diagnosis.

“Mhm. But it gets annoying when the manager keeps pouring for me. If I don’t, it’s the juniors drinking more. He’s probably why half of them quit…”

You lean your head against the wooden wall, the texture rough beneath your temple, eyes tracing the menu as if searching for answers elsewhere. Megumi merely scoffs, a faint flicker of boredom crossing his otherwise unreadable face.

“It’s obvious you want it, so just get it already.”

Even as his words are curt, a corner of your lips lifts softly, knuckling under the giddy temptation.

“What about you, Fushiguro? Do you drink?”

He shakes his head, pococurante as ever.

“No. I find it pointless. Alcohol dulls the senses and clouds judgment. I don’t see the appeal.”

The rain outside drums harder, the battering of droplets on the awning hazing a soft white noise.

“Oh…” 

Silence falls immediately after, unnervingly long, each breath disturbing the palpable colloquy of your fidgeting with his gaze.

The bar still hums on unconcernedly around you—glasses clink, laughter ripples through corners, and the faint hiss of the grill punctuates the space—but your little bubble of quiet tension feels almost tangible. The absence of words stretches the moment taut, and in it, he realises he might have inadvertently made things stiff with his cold bluntness.

He merely exhales a weary sigh, eyes flicking away. His frown lingers. It isn't exasperation, though. It’s from knowing you well enough all these years to sense when your thoughts are probably wandering into all sorts of uneasy places. Still, he lets the silence hang.

He’s never been much for handling this sort of thing anyway.

Each second feels like it’s overstayed its welcome, and the two of you are looking at anything but each other. Your gaze drifts to the glossy sheen of the metallic grill, the scent of sizzling meat curling up and cutting through the tension. But a few beats pass, and a beer glass slides onto your side—your holy saviour amidst the suffocating stillness.

He doesn’t speak, but when his eyes flick to yours, he notices an odd verve—the faintest spark of excitement glinting in your eyes. The warmth of the beer seems to seep quickly into the edges of the stiffness, easing the discomfiture as you help set up the grill, words spilling out more easily.

“Which do you like more—the beef?” you ask, tongs in hand, pinching a slice and gesturing for him to hand you his portion.

He nods quietly, observing the sudden lift in your mood. The composure he’s known you for all these years wavers just slightly, leaving him agog, caught in the subtle shift. “You’re more lively when you’re tipsy, huh?”

You can’t help smiling, passing the tongs back after sneaking some extra slices onto his plate. You lean back slightly, basking in the soft warmth settling between you, the aroma of grilled meat and beer curls in the air like smoke in slow motion.

“We joined the company the same year, but we haven’t really talked much,” you murmur, voice gentle against the low hum of the bar.

“Probably because you’re always working, and I keep to myself,” he replies, eyes still on the grill.

You lean forward, tilting your head, grinning smugly.

“Says you. You work overtime just as much. And that one time I thought you were a ghost—oh my god, the tongue’s amazing!”

He rolls his eyes, gently splitting the chopsticks.

“I didn’t scare you,” he retorts, though a faint corner of his mouth twitches upward.

“You were just jumpy because you were half asleep at your desk.”

He lifts a slice of beef tongue, placing it carefully in his mouth, and for a fleeting second, the tiniest curl lifts at the corner of his lips. All but behold the swirling rumours of how he’s secretly a robot, because you watch as his eyes widen, the faintest glint of approval glimmering.

“It’s good,” he admits, eyes softening ever so slightly.

You catch yourself staring and quickly glance down, cheeks warming. “You know your hair peeks out from your side, right? When we’re working late and I see that…” your voice trails off.

A goosebump quickly shudders past your shoulders.

He scoffs, amused at your awkward attempt to save face, a subtle gleam of mischief flickering in his eyes.

“So… you’re telling me my hair scares you more than the workload this month?” he teases, voice low.

“Both are just as bad! Don’t remind me!” you groan, pinching your brows.

Your voice catches slightly with mock exasperation, and he leans back, chuckling lightly as a faint smile escapes. He’s never really entertained anyone, let alone held more than three conversations with people. But if it’s with you… He assumes he doesn’t really mind too much. 

You’ve always been the cog keeping the office running—the one everyone turns to for help, the one who stays late documenting unjust complaints, coupled with anonymous claims from peers. 

He, in contrast, is the total counterpoint. Though he does get the job done, you can count on five working days before the juniors are pathetically on their knees, begging for any other supervisor. He’s efficient, but infamously strict and cold—probably because his morning routines include nagging them in the middle of the hallway. So, in his head, he thanks you, at least, for taking that useless bunch off his hands.

Your thoughts slip out before you can stop them.

“Say… I wonder what you’re like when you’re drunk.”

At this point, you don’t care what he thinks about you anyway. You tilt your head, grin lopsided, elbows resting on the table, and you let the warmth of the alcohol bleed into your words.

“Do you get quieter, or are you secretly the chatty type?”

He smirks at your tilt, an eyebrow rising in mild amusement.

“Why? Are you planning to get me drunk?”

You pause, the faint fizz of beer crawling through your chest and loosening your tongue.

“Hmm… if you’re a lightweight,” you tease, voice soft and slightly slurred, carrying on the night as if it’s your personal stage.

He shakes his head as your simper widens without restraint. Somehow, your rambles feel just barely tolerable, even amidst the distant clatter of plates and soft murmurings of the bar.

“I’ll have a drink… on one condition.”

Your brow lifts.

He leans closer, smile contorting to one of faint nark straight away.

“You stay by my side. Can’t have you stumbling home drunk.”

You scoff at him, like his answer alone was obvious enough.

“And don’t worry,” he adds, glancing sideways at you, almost accusatory.

“Someone has to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”

You groan in exasperation, chortling into the warmth that curls in your chest. The rumours were true—his tongue’s sharper than even the manager’s. You’re never winning an argument with him.

The two of you continue your bickering, although one-sided it is. You’re rambling nonsense, and he simply goes along quietly, occasionally replying with a grunt or dry remark now and then. Any other day, and he’d probably be annoyed at this little side-quest you’ve pulled him into.

In his head, he confutes himself, reasoning that you’re just lucky he finished his work in time.

And when the rain finally dies down, the streets are glistening with the leftover sheen of water, neon reflections pooling on the asphalt like liquid light. You step out together, the faint scent of the bar lingering around you like a warm cloak. It settles lightly in your chest, just above the floating warmth seeping in.

Both of you pass the flickering streetlights, him sighing softly at your bubbling enthusiasm. The city is quieter now, the hum of cars distant, the air crisp. Each breath tastes of ozone and lingering warmth, of rain and night, and the fluttering of your heart echoes in your ears.

He glances at you as you walk side by side down the rain-slicked asphalt, the glow of flickering streetlights catching in puddles around your feet.

“You really think you’re ready to tackle those twenty documents your juniors left behind?” His tone is flat, but there’s a faint undercurrent of disbelief.

You shrug, letting your bag swing loosely against your hip.

“I only complain when it’s too much,” you reply, breath misting soft clouds into the chilly air.

“Most of the time… It’s just an icebreaker. The thought that I’m actually helping people is probably more than enough motivation for me.”

There’s a pause.

You hear the distant hum of traffic, the soft drip of leftover rain from the eaves above, and even his quiet footsteps alongside your own. You turn to glance at him briefly, and even as his expression is unreadable, there’s a degree in the way he tilts his head, absorbing your words, that catches you off guard.

It hits him quietly, like a pulse he didn’t expect. He’s always thought you were too much of a people-pleaser, always bending and overachieving—but now, he can’t quite map your mind anymore. 

He doesn’t judge, though. Not in the way you expect others would. Maybe it’s the lateness of the night, the exhaustion still clinging to your limbs, or the faint burn of alcohol warming your cheeks, but he simply looks away, letting the silence dither between you.

And for that simplicity, you’re grateful. You don’t push, but you ask why he works so hard. Your words are soft, almost careful, aware that he’s rarely anyone’s moral compass in motion except his own.

It’s rare for someone, even, to touch the edges of his principles, let alone earn the trust to ask why he upholds them. But tonight, in that rare softness of the calm, with only the streetlights and your warmth around him, he caves just enough to your curiosity.

“I just want to be able to help my sister.”

The two of you leave it at that, letting the quiet of the street envelop you both. The buzzing hum of the night wraps around you, flickering streetlights painting shadows across the pavement. The words are simple, but to you, they carry everything he rarely says aloud. 

He says it after hearing your own reasons, too, because now, he understands. 

You understand, in a way most never could.

“That’s… crazy cool,” you murmur, the alcohol softening your voice, letting it drift afloat with the gentle breeze of midnight.

Megumi isn’t one to accept compliments easily. Especially ones he thinks are wrapped in expectation he’s never asked for. But when he hears it from you, strangely enough, he doesn’t particularly take offense. Maybe it’s that he’s never told anyone his real reason—or it’s your tone, so genuinely honest he feels that to argue would feel like offending you.

It’s just the alcohol, he thinks, shoving the absurd thought into the back of his mind.

The city quietly settles around you, and soon enough, you reach your apartment. You thank him softly, and under the dim glow of the streetlight, he glances down at you. Your cheeks still carry the flush of warmth and alcohol, lips tilting into that faint smirk he can never quite read. He exhales, relieved he didn’t let you walk home alone tonight. 

But a few steps after you turn to walk, a hiccup screws your muzzy focus, and you trip over a small rock, just outside the dim reach of light.

His reflexes kick in before he can think, and he quickly catches your arm before you hit the ground. You still wince in pain, though, a sharp pain piercing through your ankle. His gaze instantly narrows.

“Are you alright?” he asks, his voice a hint of worry as he tries to hold you gently.

“Can you stand?”

You nod, but the moment you get up, you stumble again into his arms, muttering a small curse under your breath. He doesn’t waste time as he pins his brows, stepping in front of you. 

“Get on.”

His back is now faced towards you, crouched. You pause, but then, slowly, you reluctantly let your arms fall over his shoulders as your gaze fixes on the floor, heat and embarrassment blooming. He lifts you with ease, and for a fleeting moment, you wonder if he can hear your heart hammering against his back.

You pray he doesn’t.

The two of you make your way to your flat, and with one gentle push, the door to your little studio creaks open. He sets you on the bed before you point to the first-aid kit, and he rises, reaching for it from the cabinet above. Kneeling back at your side, expression serious, he cuts through the silence.

"Let me take a look at your ankle."

You watch as he rolls up your pant leg, revealing the swelling.

“It’s definitely sprained. We need to ice it and keep it elevated. Do you have a pillow?”

He’s as composed as ever, and you, in resignation, nod your head. With him leaning down, your head wavers atop his. You can’t help but watch as he sets the pillow under your leg, the words spilling out of your mouth before you can even stop them.

“Pretty.”

He stops, hands still holding your ankle.

He turns to look up at you, eyebrows raised in utter disbelief.

"Did you just… call me pretty?" 

Perhaps it’s the alcohol, maybe also the heat of the night—but the words tumble foolishly now. Your head is way too high up in the clouds, and both of you know they’re just utter ramblings now.

“And cool. How you don’t care what people say, and how you don’t let their expectations dictate you.”

Your gaze drifts to his face, dazed yet earnest.

“That’s… really pretty.”

You don’t see it from how dim your room is, but the faintest tinge of pink burns at the tip of his ears, and a rare heat crawls from his neck. He quickly averts his eyes, forcing composure as the words ditheringly settle between you. He merely focuses on the wrap instead, your words hanging.

He hastily rises, brows furrowed as he turns around to brush the absurdity off.

“Just… get it checked at the hospital.”

Grabbing his bag, back to you now, he glances once over his shoulder.

You’re perched on the bed, grinning like nothing happened. And somehow, it irritates him, because even in the midst of the darkness, you’re still so bright and unbothered.

He promptly turns away, creaking open the door.

“…Goodnight,” he mutters softly.

“Goodnight. Thanks.”

The door closes gently behind him, leaving your room wrapped in a mellow warmth—floating in the air and burning softly in your chest as you stay there, smiling dazedly despite it all.

──────

“How is your ankle?”

The juniors are all huddled by the door, pressing their ears against the cold wooden surface and blocking the hallway entirely. Headlines are definitely going to sweep the group chat tonight—because for the first time ever, Megumi initiated a conversation.

“The doctor said it’ll recover in a week. Thank you for Friday night.”

Friday night? The juniors all look at one another, wide-eyed, minds shooting straight past Mars. Before any of them can move, the door suddenly swings open.

You and Megumi both flinch at the unexpected audience, and the juniors quickly scatter in every direction. Megumi merely grunts, while you chuckle nervously in response, bowing briefly before making your way back to your meeting.

The rest of the day passes as usual—you scan last night’s documents, help a junior or two with the printer, and type up the new report due tomorrow. The only peculiar event is that your ankle is now wrapped, and you’re limping every few steps.

You don’t notice it, but even as you explain the reports to an intern, Megumi stays seated beside your cubicle, watching from the corner of his eye. When the last footsteps fade and you turn back to your desk, the clock ticks in the quiet room.

“Are you sure you should be pushing yourself?”

His voice cuts through the silence. You sigh in exhaustion, packing your things as the crimson sun bleeds through the glass windows.

“If I can pull another job, sure.”

He scoffs at your dry humour and pushes back from his seat. His gaze lingers on you, and you meet it without flinching.

You don’t quite remember everything from the night before—only that he’d walked you home and helped you when you sprained your ankle.

“Do you want to grab dinner together? My treat, as thanks.”

He looks a little confounded by your offer, but he shuts his mouth. Running a hand through his jet-black hair, he turns from his monitor.

“No take-backs.”

And before you know it, you’re walking the same streets as last Friday. The dipping sun stains the horizon in shades of crimson and violet, seagulls crying in the distance. Crowds bustle past you, but amidst the blur, something catches your eye.

You tug on Megumi’s sleeve without thinking. He glances down at you, then follows your gaze—only to find you already slipping through the swarming mob.

“Wait—” he mutters under his breath, hurrying after you and stumbling into a narrow alleyway tucked between two small shops.

You’re kneeling in front of a small litter box, a handful of black kittens sprawled inside. Megumi watches your wide-eyed awe, his mouth parting slightly before a quiet scoff escapes him. The corners of his lips curve upward as you lean in, trying not to get too close, your expression mushy in the dim evening glow.

“Fushiguro, look!” You turn to face him quickly.

But his eyes are already on the kittens, soft with quiet fondness. When he looks back at you, you’re scanning the crowd, glancing around as if searching for something.

“What are you looking for?” he asks, crossing his arms.

“I’m wondering if there’s a convenience store nearby… maybe I can get some food for them.”

You pull out your phone to search, but before you can even finish typing, Megumi’s already turned away.

“Wait here.”

You blink, tilting your head in confusion as he disappears into the faceless blur of the crowd. A few minutes later, he reappears—calm, collected, and with a small plastic bag dangling from his hand.

He holds it out to you, and you peek inside curiously.

“Your ankle’s sprained. You shouldn’t walk too much.”

A quiet laugh escapes you as you pull out a small packet of kitten food. His tone is as callous as ever, but beneath it, you can sense the gentle concern he doesn’t know how to show. You tug lightly at his sleeve, opening the bag before dropping a tiny fish-shaped treat into his palm.

He gives you a puzzled look. You frown in return.

Oh, he remembers.

You can’t crouch. 

Without a word, he kneels in your place, holding his hand slightly forward so the kittens can crawl over. They push and tumble into one another, tripping over their tiny paws. Even he can’t hide the faint grin tugging at his lips, and you stifle a giggle as you watch the scene.

Outside, Tokyo hums on—cars, chatter, and neon lights aglow—but in this narrow alley of two, the air stills. The only reverberations are the soft mews of kittens, blanketed by the quiet warmth dissolving the austere chill between you two.

Before you realise it, it becomes a routine. Your ankle’s healed already, yet every few days, you and Megumi still stop by the same alley on your way home, sneaking off to feed the litter together.

Somehow, he also starts to ease up around you. Both of you are crouching beside the box, you giggling as you poke one of the kittens peeking out, its tiny head tilted curiously toward you.

“Do you like animals, Fushiguro?” you ask, noticing the rare gentleness in his eyes as he watches.

He nods.

“I wanted to be a veterinarian.”

You blink in surprise, turning to look at him. You hadn’t expected that from him. As the shadows grow longer with the setting crimson sun, your voice softens.

“Why didn’t you?”

He pauses, exhaling a quiet sigh.

“I needed to find work right after graduating. Most clinics didn’t have any openings then.”

In your mind, the pieces connect, but you don’t ask. You simply nod in quiet understanding. 

You don’t know it, but he’s thankful for that.

──────

Ino Takuma.

One of the new juniors this month—and the unfortunate soul who’s spent the past few weeks on the receiving end of Megumi’s infamous death glares.

He doesn’t mean to stare, but he can’t help it. It starts with the way Ino hovers around your desk, his tone a little too light, his grin a little too comfortable. Every time you turn toward him with that patient smile, something in Megumi tightens.

He sees it all.

The way Ino slyly leans over to ask for help with the simplest things, tasks Megumi swears even an infant could handle. He can’t operate the printer, manages to make fifty typos in every report, and to top it all off, lectures Megumi on how to “improve his communication skills.”

But what gets under his skin most isn’t the incompetence. It’s the way you always defend him.

Every single time.

The faint flush at the tips of Ino’s ears whenever you lean close enough to check his screen is all the evidence Megumi needs. Yet, you, in your ever-so-oblivious kindness, never seem to notice. You just smile and brush it off, saying,

“He’s still new, Fushiguro. Be nice.”

But he never replies—he only looks away, jaw tightening.

Later, when he catches sight of you both again, your head tilted slightly toward Ino’s as you explain something, he feels that same queasy wrench in his chest. It’s unfamiliar, and he hates that it’s even there.

He doesn’t say a word, but the next time Ino calls for your help, Megumi’s already standing behind him before you can move.

“I’ll handle it.”

You blink in surprise, glancing between the two of them. Ino awkwardly laughs, scratching the back of his neck, while Megumi simply folds his arms with that quiet, unrelenting stare.

You sigh softly, not understanding what’s gotten into him—but Megumi does.

He just doesn’t want to admit it.

The rest of the week passes, but Megumi can’t quite shake off that feeling. Each day lingers with creeping irritation and the same inexplicable heat, crawling up his neck every time he hears Ino’s voice echoing from your desk.

Even when you both stay late at the office, reviewing tomorrow’s reports, he’s unusually silent. You notice it, but you don’t press. You’ve learned that with him, silence often speaks louder than words.

By the time you both leave, the city’s already bathed in amber light. The streets hum with after-hours chatter—salarymen smoking by vending machines, students laughing as they run for the train. You walk side by side in the same comfortable silence you’ve grown accustomed to, steps falling into rhythm with his.

“Are you alright?” you finally ask, tilting your head toward him.

“You’ve been quiet lately.”

He exhales slowly, hands buried in his pockets.

“I’m fine. Just tired.”

You hum softly, unconvinced.

“Then let’s get dinner before heading home. You look like you need it.”

He opens his mouth to refuse, but your hand tugs gently at his sleeve, just enough to make him stop. And that’s all it takes. He sighs in resignation, following as you veer off the main road.

Just a few months ago, after feeding the litter as usual, the two of you stumbled across a tiny restaurant tucked between an old bookshop and a florist right ahead. Now, it isn’t minutes until you find yourselves here again, the warm scent of grilled fish and soy broth seeping through the wooden door.

It’s small inside, with just a few tables, paper lanterns hanging low, and the quiet hum of jazz spilling from an old speaker in the corner. You take the seat by the window while Megumi sits across from you, the faint glow of streetlights painting his face gold.

“It’s cosy,” you murmur, flipping through the menu.

He nods.

When the food arrives—homey rice bowls with miso soup—you catch him staring. It’s different from the usual glare that headlines every office group chat, and you tease lightly, breaking the silence.

“You’ve stopped glaring at Ino.”

He blinks, caught off guard.

“...I wasn’t glaring.”

You smile, eyes glinting.

“Mhm. Sure.”

He clicks his tongue, looking away, but the faint pink at the tip of his ears betrays him.

You don’t say anything after that. You both eat silently, the clatter of chopsticks and the faint music filling the air. Somewhere between the warmth of the food and the glow of the lanterns, that invisible wall between you softens just a little more.

And without meaning to, you find yourselves returning there again the next evening. And the one after that.

Its mellow warmth envelopes the two of you—the faint aroma of grilled beef and simmering broth drifting through the cosy air. The low murmur of conversation fades into the distance, leaving only the soft clinking of chopsticks and the faint hum of a jazz tune spilling from an old speaker.

But most importantly, it’s quiet. Tucked away, hidden from the chaos of the streets, this little restaurant feels like the one corner of the city untouched by time. 

And surprisingly enough, Megumi’s grown used to it. He doesn’t even mind. He spends most days with words caught behind his teeth, conversations short and to the point. But here, in the dim glow of this small haven, he finds himself talking more than he ever expected to. Listening.

He’s noticed that the way you speak with him is different from what he’s originally thought you to be. At work, you’re composed, restrained; the kind of person who carries phlegmatic authority without ever needing to raise your voice. He’s always respected that about you. But outside, when your shoulders loosen and it’s just the two of you, he gets to see something else. Something softer, etched into each easy smile you naively give.

He’s learning more about you now, in these dinners, than he has in all four years since you first met.

You tell him about your favourite books, your strange collection of music playlists, and how you always overbrew your tea because you get distracted halfway through steeping it. He listens—really listens—and occasionally adds one or two of his own favourites to your list. He mentions that he likes nonfiction, almost hesitantly, but you just smile and ask for recommendations.

The next week, you show up to work with one of the titles he mentioned tucked neatly in your bag. You pull it out every lunch break, pretending not to notice when he passes by your desk. You think you’re sly, but he catches every glance, every quick motion to hide the cover behind your notebook.

He never calls you out on it. He just scoffs at your ridiculousness—because honestly, what did he expect from you?

Now, even the silences between you feel different. Sometimes, your hands brush when you both reach for the teapot. Sometimes, you catch him looking before he quickly looks away. The air between you lingers just a beat longer each evening, and you don’t dare name it.

And tonight, as you talk about a book you’re halfway through, your voice softens mid-sentence. 

“You know,” you say, staring into your cup, “I think I get why you like nonfiction.”

He glances up.

You smile faintly, not meeting his eyes.

“You just don’t seem like the type to enjoy happy endings.”

He huffs a soft laugh, setting down his chopsticks.

“I don’t really believe in them.”

The words hang there, quiet and a little heavier than before. The jazz fades into a softer tune, and for a moment, the world outside the window blurs into streaks of amber light and passing rain.

You look at him then, and for the first time, something tentative passes between you. 

Neither one of you moves to break it.

──────

You’ve grown more comfortable with the silence, he with your friendliness. But there is still something he’ll never get used to.

“You’re sooooo prettyyy…” you mumble, voice soft and slurred, fingers threading through the spiky urchin of his hair.

You’re clinging to his back, legs loosely wrapped around his waist, while he props you up with both arms and a tired sigh, laced with something that hints a lot like fondness, though he’d never admit it aloud. It’s been almost a year since the two of you started hanging out like this, and yet he can’t understand how your alcohol tolerance remains nonexistent.

In the distance, the faint hum of cicadas lingers in the air. Beneath the night sky, his ears flush a soft shade of pink. You don’t notice it, of course.

You never do.

He feels the gentle buzz of your phone in your pocket. Once, twice, then again. With a weak sigh, he shifts your weight and sets you down on the bench.

“Your phone’s ringing,” he mutters, crouching down in front of you.

You simply stare at him, eyes glazed yet full of warmth, and grin without saying a word. Your heart is beating far too fast for your own good, and he hates how he can’t look away. Even more so, because he’s almost certain of your little secret.

99.9% certain.

He’s not stupid. Your smile falters when you’re with him, your guard slips, and you treat everyone with the same friendliness, yet you only ever drink like this when he’s the one walking you home. And even when he tries to rationalise it—tries to dissect it the way he does everything else—there’s no denying what it means.

In his head, it’s logical. It makes sense.

In his heart? It’s unbelievable, and it’s so obvious it irritates him.

You like him.

And worse? He thinks he might too.

He hates how idiotic that sounds. He denies it over and over, but as you sit there beneath the dim streetlight, your laughter spilling out in soft waves, your hair glowing gold under the faint light, something in his chest just gives.

You’re on the bench, drunk and smiling like you’re holding the whole world in your palms. He’s kneeling before you, the night wrapped in cicada hums and soft wind, your eyes locked. And in the midst of it all, he feels an irrational urge to pull you in and stop thinking. To let go of all his thoughts for once.

But like always, he swallows it down.

The phone rings again. He reaches for it before you can. The name flashing across the screen makes his stomach twist.

Ino Takuma.

He doesn’t want to admit it bothers him… but it does. More than it should. And maybe it’s the exhaustion, or all those restless weeks building up inside him, but he answers before he can stop himself.

“Ah, sorry! I was wondering if you could help me with the printer? I’m still at work and—”

“She’s busy.”

His voice is low, clipped, colder than it should be. He glances up; you’re giggling again, hands reaching for his hair like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He doesn’t let anyone touch him like this. Doesn’t even like it. But as if he’s done this a million times already, he leans into your touch, giving in to the warmth.

“And didn’t she help you with that at least six times already?”

Before Ino can reply, he hangs up. The click is final. He shuts your phone, exhaling through his nose before looking up at you again.

Idiot.

You’re sending both his head and heart spinning, and you don’t even realise it. He wants to pull his feelings out of his chest, crush them, bury them; anything but this—this fluttering, chaotic warmth that refuses to die down.

You’re driving him insane, and you don’t even know it.

He grabs your wrist and looks up. The dim light paints your cheeks in a soft, careless pink, and the crescent curve of your eyes gleams like moonlight caught in a quiet stream. Crickets hum faintly in the distance, a lullaby for the stillness that hangs between you, thick and unspoken.

He rises, frowning down at you, the beat of his heart hammering against his ribs like a drum.

You’re so pretty—it drives him to the brink of insanity. Tearing at the edges of his patience, pushing him closer to just stepping into your light with every careless smile, every soft laugh.

“Just get back on,” he mutters, crouching once more.

You giggle, shimmying onto his back, the warmth of your breath ghosting against his neck. He presses his lips into a thin line, hiding the small smirk that fights its way up despite his efforts. Your hands dangle lazily in front of him, and the world narrows to the gentle rhythm of your combined breaths.

The cosy hum of the returning silence stretches between you, speaking in turn of the absence of a thousand unvoiced things. The night air wraps around you like a soft blanket. Every thump of your heart echoes, quick and alive, yet the time around you slows, spanning and pooling in the space between each puff of mist.

“...I like you.”

He whispers it quietly into the wintry night, the gentle breeze carrying his words away. The sound barely lingers, fading as soon as it leaves his lips. He exhales a heavy sigh—like it’s forbidden, a sacred taboo. And yet, in that small, warm bubble between you, swaying softly under the night sky, he lets it drift with the wind.

His chest is tight, yet he wishes you’d cling to him tighter.

His heart is beating so fast, he hopes it will stop altogether, and he feels so high in the clouds, yet the warmth of your breath pulls him back to Earth. His foolish confession does little to lift the weight off his core.

“Gurooo, you’re sooo quiet…” your head leans against his neck, and he shivers.

Quietly. Inside, his walls crumble. Every careful, measured piece of himself is crumbling. You don’t notice. You’re just holding on, simple as a heartbeat, and it’s unfair.

He’s brought you back so many times that he even has your spare key. As he rustles through his pocket to find it, he can’t help thinking how unfair it is. Awfully, utterly unfair.

He lays you down on your bed like he did the first time. It’s natural, almost painfully so, and your eyes meet his, still wide, still bright. His jaw tightens. His teeth grind together as his gaze flickers over your face; your eyes, your cheeks, then your lips.

His heart stutters.

He shouldn’t. He can’t.

He turns around.

“...Goodnight—” he mutters, but the faint tug at his blazer stops him.

He turns back, and you’re staring at him. Your smile is still wide, softer this time. Something unspoken moves in the curve of your lips, in the warmth of your gaze, and for the few nights he’s ever had in his life, he wants to run into your arms, to vanish into you entirely.

“It was the yakuza’s code.”

He blinks, lost in the hush. 

“What?”

“Confessions of a Yakuza, Junichi Saga,” you murmur.

You hold his gaze, tugging him just a little closer.

“He never got to form any real connections because of the yakuza’s code.”

He stares at you, and realisation hits him like a wave. His eyes widen; panic flashes across his face.

That was the book he’d mentioned just last week.

“...How long...?” he stammers, disbelief twisting through his voice.

He stands frozen, unmoving. You smile brighter as the soft glow of the bedside lamp warms your face, your grip on his sleeve tightening.

“Since last week,” you grin smugly.

“But you’re so red—”

“That’s just how I get.”

His frown deepens, eyes wide in disbelief, and your laughter spills into the quiet. He steps closer, helplessly, as he trembles slightly. But even so, you pull him down, voice gentle as your words brush the air.

“I like you too.”

He can’t take his eyes off you. He can’t look away.

All this time, he’s thought he was the one pulling you in—but he couldn’t be more wrong.

You’re the one who has him wrapped around your finger.

You lean forward and press a soft peck to his lips. And when you giggle, he realises just how stupidly, hopelessly gone he is for you.

──────

The days pass like normal—you scan last night’s documents, maybe help a junior or two with the printer, then spend the rest typing up the next report needed for tomorrow. The only peculiar event is when you’re pulled away to a hushed room.

The door shuts behind you, and Megumi pins you gently against it, leaning down for a kiss. You giggle into him as he nuzzles your neck, grumbling about some idiotic junior messing everything up.

Both your hard work and exemplary performance were rewarded—but you’ve learnt that promotions only bring more work. 

Though, at least the pay’s good, right? Cancels out.

You stare at the ceiling, fingers threading through his ever-spiky hair as he vents softly about his day. To the world, he’s a monotonous, snarky dog who bites every chance he gets—but behind closed doors, he lets himself be just the tiniest bit childish. You don’t complain. 

The apartment you return to is no longer the cramped studio you rushed to rent when you first moved to Tokyo. Kittens tumble over each other now across the floor, chasing stray shadows and the soft trails of dust illuminated by the vast chandelier. Megumi’s penthouse is large, yet it feels warm, comfy—like the first night he brought you home, stumbling drunk through the door.

You’re all curled up on the couch under a blanket, while Megumi approaches with a small cup of warm chocolate, the scent of cocoa wrapping around you from behind. Head against his chest, you watch the first snowflakes drift past neon-lit buildings, the city quieter than usual under winter’s hush.

“Happy birthday,” you murmur.

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, and a kitten leaps onto the couch, nudging at him until he unwillingly shifts to make room.

“So… when were you going to tell me you handed in your resignation paper?”

He freezes, catching your frown, and the smile from a heartbeat ago fades.

“Uh—how did you find out?”

Your brows furrow, pressing into your interrogation.

“We’re literally in the same department. Don’t dodge the question.”

He stares at you, silent. You keep your glare, exaggerated, with betrayal written in every line of your face. He has the same expression as when he’s trying to make up an excuse for not attending Gojo’s after-work drinks, and you’re not patient enough for whatever vindication he’s formulating in his stubborn head.

He opens his mouth, shuts it again, before grumbling to himself and pushing the blanket off. 

He gets up.

“Was going to save it until Christmas…”

You raise an eyebrow, watching him walk upstairs. Moments later, he returns, in his hand, a singular sheet of paper. He sets it gently on the couch beside you. You pick it up, eyes widening.

He rubs his neck in embarrassment, ears tinged pink beneath the chandelier’s glow. Even as he grumbles, there’s a spark in his eyes, something only you have ever seen.

“You’re opening your own veterinary?!”

You bounce on the couch, hand over your mouth, gasping.

“Mm.”

He tries to play it cool, but your reaction just makes him feel way more embarrassed than he should be. You wave him closer. He frowns but relents as usual, leaning down as you giddily whisper in his ear.

“Well, since we’re revealing our Christmas presents early, I’ll tell you mine.”

His eyes widen.

“We’re getting two dogs!”

He slowly pulls back, looking at you in surprise.

“And their names will be…”

You pause dramatically, then tug him closer, ruffling his messy urchin of a hair.

“What the—stop!” he grunts, grabbing your wrist playfully.

“Kuro,” you whisper, then you point at the white falling specks of snow, draping the city you’ve once thought lonely and full of bleakness.

“…and Shiro.”

He simply looks at you, his sigh dissipating into a smirk.

Honestly, what did he expect from you?

He avenges himself in retaliation, wide palms ruffling through your hair, fingers kneading through each strand in an attempt to mess it up.

“You—”

Now, the streets see you hand in hand, strolling past the izakaya where you first spoke, laughing as you pass the alley where you once rescued the kittens. You remember being draped over his back, dazed and drunk, babbling nonsense into his ear beneath those same streetlights years ago.

You settle on the couch again. Snow drifts lazily against the windowpane, scattering soft light across the kittens tumbling around your feet. One squeezes between you and Megumi, curling up on his lap and demanding attention, while another bats playfully at your dangling sleeve, purring as you pat its head.

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before slipping beneath the blanket. You frown tauntingly and catch his wrist, pulling him down until your lips meet his.

You giggle first, spilling into the hush, and he just follows like it’s the most natural thing in the world—propping himself up on an elbow, one hand cupping your chin as he draws you closer. The kittens scatter, tiny paws padding into the dark, leaving only the rustle of blankets and the faint hum of the heater between you.

“They must’ve been so bored waiting for us to get home…” you murmur, eyes tracing their little silhouettes vanishing into the hallway.

But before you can say more, he cuts you off with a quiet frown, his fingers tilting your face back toward him.

“Too bad,” he murmurs, voice low and steady, his gaze unwavering beneath the dim light.

A rare smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he watches you pout.

“I’m keeping you for myself.”

[xoxpetals]

I miss genshin specifically Scaramouche smaus can we pretty please bring them back..

[skeweus-archive]

Accidental Charisma?!

Char. - Albedo, Al Haitham, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Heizou, Kaveh, Kazuha, Wanderer, Xiao and Zhongli

During Highschool your bound to meet some memorable peers, you just so happen to have meet quite a few. They all seem bewitched by you but why aren't your noticing!?

Word Count: 6k ( about 500 words each )

Fluff, crack, all pining, No established relationships. Highschool AU.

GN!Reader

A/N; Procrastination goes crazy I've been writing this since 2023 😭

Albedo

‘ Oh? Sure go ahead, please sit. ’

- library lovers

- LIBRARY LOVERS

- It was just your luck that during your final exam season the library was full.

- You had no other option but to ask the beige haired boy near the back of the library to sit next to him.

- When you asked him he said yes as he looked at you in an unnoticeable trance.

- You sat down next to him and opened your laptop ready to do some hard work. But who actually studies lmao, so after five minutes you decided to look over at the computer of the beige haired boy.

- When you look at his laptop it's just rows of science opportunity offers

- huh…. Turns out he must be quite the science prodigy.

- You were most certainly flabbergasted as he slightly smirked at you

- ever since that interaction he would always sit next to you at the library and so a blossoming relationship began.

- Surprisingly the more you got to know albedo the more you realised that he is quite a tease.

- Behind his calm, cool face is a string of words ready to charm you.

- But he’s not the only one who can tease!!!!

- You're unknowingly very good at capturing his heart.

- The way your eyes focus on your laptop (or his), the silly words that you say, the way that your touch his should oh he could go on.

- He’s enchanted!! You've stolen his heart and he doesn't want it back.

- Albedo finds himself eagerly awaiting your next meeting together but he doesn't know why!

- It’s a great surprise to him when he sees your face at the library and he’s nearly sprinting to the seat next to you.

- He was the one who asked to exchange contacts with you, whilst you just thought it was a simple question he proposed in light conversation but you don't know the countless thoughts he’s had on how to ask you.

- Despite all of this it took him a while to realise what his feelings meant.

- Why did his heart skip a beat when you greet him, why did his knees feel weak when your hands brushed. Why did his heart ache when you left his sight????

- Then albedo was hit with it, he had a crush on you.

- Without a doubt Albedo is one of the top students in the science department

- So when he kindly offers to help you raise your science grades, who are you to say no??

- It turns out to be the smartest thing you've ever said yes to as your science grades went from a C to full on As!!!

- Each moment he spends teaching you pieces of content and watching you connecting the dots is one that he enjoys

- If he can’t see you in person before a test, Albedo definitely sends you a text wishing you good luck and maybe try to slip a casual cafe hangout to celebrate your efforts.

- So after all that hard work, seeing your joyful face as you present your science test with near full marks warms his heart.

- While his heart is filled with warmth when you present your results, he’s pretty sure his heart actually stopped when you gave him a hug.

- The warmth that envelops his heart when he feels you close makes him blank out, but it's his turn to pull out the moves though.

‘ [ name ], do you want to go see a movie together to celebrate your test? ’

Al Haitham

‘ 98? good job. I got 99. ’

- Whilst you're not the best at science you're pretty good at other subjects but the one person in the way is your academic rival Al Haitham.

- After all this effort to get to the top Al Haitham always score 1 or 2 points higher

- And it gets on your last nerve!

- However Al Haitham just loves seeing you all fired up and angry at him and just adores your pout as you declare that you’ll beat him the next test

- And of course he’ll entertain your declarations of war with a slight smirk plastered across his face.

- But what is a competition without a prize? Al Haitham likes to get a little favour from you if he wins ( which when given an incentive of course he will try his best )

- And whilst you’d think it’d be something embarrassing or something that would be fun but no, all Al Haitham wants is to study together with you.

- Personally he prefers to study at cafes because it makes him feel calmer knowing that your eating

- and has a guilty pleasure of feeding you food.

- Please let him feed you some cake, he won the deal so you have to agree!

- Plus when he feeds you a sweet treat he can enjoy your flustered face as old women coo as that cute couple ( you guys ) at table 12.

- and pleaseee don’t look away, He needs to savour that shy look in your eyes

- As your relationship progress more, you come to realise how he isn't as much of a jerk you though he was

- He may just come off as an arrogant and self centred guy but he's actually super attentive to others and helps out a lot of people.

- Although this may not be true for others Al Haitham will always have a soft spot for you.

- It’s simple stuff like when you both are studying together and he notices you push yourself too much he'll stop you.

- Or when he sees you nervous before a test he’ll come over and tease you if it’s a good distraction for you

- Al haitham thoroughly enjoys your presence and always finds himself looking for you in a crowd.

- You're ingrained into his routine every step of the way. Wake up, deal with kaveh, see you and then whatever after.

- He always finds himself seeing you in whatever he does without even realising it. His spoon seems particularly shiny today, just like your hair. It was so soft and shiny when he saw you today and when you turned arou- oh crap he’s doing it again.

- He also starts to try and learn more about your interests instead of reading books about academics that are hard to wrap your head around he starts reading books that are related to your interests.

- The history of how your interest came to be, what your interest is, the basics. Anything to learn more and get to know you better!

- If he can sneak in little facts or trinkets to show that he invested in your likes then he considered that day a win.

- He likes impressing you and enjoys being around you and that intensified the moment he realised he was in love with you.

- it was over for him once you laid your head against his shoulder.

“ Oh crap. ”

Ayato

‘ Well then, want to head down to the boba shop today? ’

- The charming school prince

- This man has an entire fan club dedicated to him.

- Ayato is known for his charming personality that seems untouchable from afar. His soft, pale skin, his alluring eyes that entice everyone in, his general vibe and presence just attracts everyone in a room.

- He’s even well liked because of how wealthy he is.

- You personally don't even clearly remember how you became friends with Kamisato Ayato

- One thing led to another during some after school cleaning and now you Ayato call you guys buddies.

- He enjoys teasing you about the littlest things, whether it’s your choice of drink or a little quirk of yours. He just enjoys making fun little quips about it.

- You're just so done with him and his teasing but he'll never stop. No, he enjoys it too much.

- Sometimes his teasing is borderline flirting and he’ll constantly push you to the edge ( never too far or to a point where your boundaries are crossed though )

- Ayato enjoys being around you because you arent chasing him or staring at him with hearts in your eyes. It feels so refreshing knowing he can be himself without you squealing and fangirling about his every little action.

- From a young age Ayato has always been admired and adored by those around him so meeting you was like a breath of fresh air.

- So when he realised his feelings for you he could enjoy that feeling of the chase to gain your love.

- On the weekends or after school ( really anytime he can convince you to go ) he likes to take you to his favourite boba store down the street from school.

- Of course he’ll cover the bill because that's the gentlemanly thing to do!

- The kind old lady at the front always give him a 50% discount though ( and that might be because his family does own the entire chain but don’t worry about that )

- When you both sit down and if Ayato decides that he doesn't want to tease you as much today he company is extra nice and can lead to some pretty deep conversations.

- and of course he’ll walk you home after you two drink some boba and have a nice little chat

- He could call his driver and have him come drop you guys off but he doesn’t want to seem pretentious to you.

- Plus it’s nice creating new memories with things you see on the walk back to your place.

- Whilst hanging out with Ayato there is almost one thing that consistently happens

- One poor girl decides to take her shot at confessing to the elusive and charming school prince

- Whether he’s handed a letter or pulled to the side, he’s got confessions coming for left and right.

- For those who make the endeavour to ask him directly they will sadly be met with a hard no.

- And for those who dare to ask him why not might be met with a charming Ayato saying he’s waiting for someone else to fall for him.

- And of course he’ll come back to your lunch spot all smiles and his usual demeanor

- And whilst although you’ve never consider Ayato as someone who you’d have a crush on, some others see your friendship in a different light.

- I mean why do you get the privilege to hang around Ayato when it should be them!

- Anyone daring to comment on it to your face can try but will definitely be served with a notice of expulsion.

- you don't need to know though, if it's to preserve your friendship Ayato will go to great lengths.

“ How rude of them, don't let it get to you. Want to go get some Boba? “

Childe

‘ [nameeeee] can you help me bandage up my arm? ’

- Your local bad boy delinquent

- One day you were walking home and you just happen see this guy from your school half awake and bleeding

- Of course being the good person you are you help him out, putting some bandages to the places that look like it needed it the most and wiping the blood off his face with some wipes.

- From the moment he could see you clearly he was starstruck and looked like he saw an angel.

- Even though you happened to be wearing a facemask that day, Childe asked around and happened to find out your identity.

- And so he has now dubbed you his nurse and comes to you whenever he's injured.

- Because of his frequent injuries you have now resorted to keeping a first aid kit on you stocked with everything that you could possibly need.

- You could become a nurse at this point!

- If he can he will definitely join you for lunch and as a thank you he will buy you overpriced canteen food or will bring his own fancy food that you didn't even know he could afford.

- And on the days he’s not having lunch with you, he's typically beating up people, serving detention or hanging out with this gang who he says are called the Fatui or something.

- Childe likes to impress you and thinks that his Kawasaki Ninja H2 R Motorbike will definitely catch your eye ;) he spent a lot of money on it and it has a nice sound to it. ( why aren't you going ‘ wow childe you so awesome and cool! ’ ?!! )

- Another way he tries to impress you is by taking you on random outings dates in his eyes.

- Bowling, Laser Tag, PaintBall, Arcades, anything where he can show you just how talented he is!

- Yeah sure he only got 2 strikes the entire time and it took him 8 tries to get you that plushie but still he was really good at laser tag and paintball!!!

- Childe genuinely knows that you are a good person and wants to introduce you to his family.

- He just knows that his younger siblings will love you and that his older siblings and parents will like you as well. ( He knows he’s a rowdy kid and you’ve helped him calm down alot )

- He would definitely invite you over for a sleepover and just wants you to have a good time!

- He definitely helps his mum cook dinner the night you come over and tries his hardest to make the best Borscht he can.

- Although he intends to just spend the night chilling with you, his siblings have stolen you and you’d somehow be roped into seeing Teucer’s ruin guard plushie collection!

- Childe is an extremely loyal guy and would go to great lengths to protect your friendship together. He knows that hanging around you might affect your reputation but it’s that selfish part of him that wants to hang around you.

- But if people ever talk bad about you he will not hesitate to go have a little ‘ chat ’ with them and tell them not to mess with you.

- He will just casually drop ‘ need me to beat anyone up for you? ’

- He does want to get to know more about you and your interest so he got the genius idea to take you on a shopping spree to learn more about you.

- And don’t worry about paying, he's got it covered!

“ Don't worry about looking at the prices I've got it covered ;) “

Cyno

“ Nice TCG deck, wanna play? “

- A school athlete that a lot of people get along well with

- He seems like a scary guy and that scares a lot of people away from trying to talk to him but he’s actually a pretty chill guy.

- He has a few friends like Tighnari, Kaveh and Al Haitham but still people don’t see him as a super friendly person.

- The way you met him was actually kinda silly. You were going to a TGC convention and faced off in a match. Whilst you didn't beat him ( who could ever ) he was very impressed by your playing skills.

- The two of you striked up a conversation and ended up getting along really well.

- You both exchanged numbers and hung out alot together.

- Whether it was practicing your TGC skills or something else Cyno and you just clicked really well.

- You didn’t even realise he went to your school until one day you were walking in the halls and saw him.

- Of course after the initial shock wore off you went up to him and just hit him with a million questions.

- After he answered all of your questions ( he’s patient with you so he’ll listen to everything you have to say ) he offered to walk you to your next class.

- The two of you walked to your classroom whilst oblivious and dense you giggled at Cyno’s ‘ jokes ’ unaware of the people shocked at the two of you.

- By the time you had gotten to your classroom and waved Cyno goodbye, you’re met with multiple people surrounding you asking how in hell you’re able to talk to Cyno so casually.

- you didn't know you went to the same school until you saw him in the halls

- you went up to him and struck up a chat as he offered to walk you to your classroom ( giggles you guys... GIGGLES [ what am I on..] )

- you didn't know how popular Cyno was until once you came into class some of your classmates you know better interrogated you on how you know Cyno.

- That was pretty difficult to explain haha

- Cyno is a bit of a dork when it comes to hanging around you but he knows you won’t judge him so he’s glad that he can be himself around you.

- It could be a 2 hour rant about a new TCG card deck or going to an event about one of his interests and Cyno goes weak in the knees knowing that you’ll join him.

- Whenever you're playing in a TCG competition together Cyno insists that the two of you sign up as a duo.

- Because there’s no one better than you to be his TCG partner!!

- He definitely saves up to get you some fancy cards and sleeves because he’s like that <3

- When it comes to his sporting world he wants you to be a part of it!

- He’ll invite you to his games ( please say yes or else he’ll be sad all day ) and you secretly dedicate his next shot to you. He’s glad he didn't say it outloud though because he missed…

- if you want to borrow his jersey he's happy to hand it over!

- He knows you've got some admirers out there so he's gotta let people know to back off.

- He'll also invite you to his practices and say that if you want to have Cyno try hard in practice, inviting you to come is key.

- But of course on the walk home he’ll give you her jacket because it’s cold out here!

“ You can keep the jacket, just make sure your warm “

Heizou

“ Come on partner, we've got to solve the mystery! “

- The self proclaimed best detective of the 21st century

- Heizou believes that it must some higher being above that allowed the both of you to meet, because from the moment Heizou’s eyes rested upon you he thought he saw an angel

- He thanks the world that some idiot ( Kaveh ) lost his book because now he could go up and ask if you’ve seen it.

- And when you smiled slightly and offered to help him find the book, goodness you're pretty and kind?! You're just perfect.

- Well from the moment the two you found that book, Heizou officially declared you his fellow detective partner

- He's very attentive to your reactions and even if you conceal how you feel he can read you like an open book.

- Because of this skill, it allows him to be responsive to your needs and feelings.

- He’s always doing things that will make you happy and excite you. If you mention that you want a cute keychain you bet that he’ll line up for 2 hours just so he can get it for you, and hey look he’s got a matching one!

- As well as that he’s a really caring guy and always just happens to have exactly what you need. Got a cut on your finger? Here's a bandage! Feeling thirsty? He has an extra bottle of water so drink up!

- He also always brings you snacks for whenever you're out and about with him and they will always be your favorites so really you just walk out with nothing on your person and Heizou would have everything you need.

- Heizou loves to spend time with you but you're always so busy :( so he has to get your contact so he can text you all the time!

- He loves sending you funny memes or just selfies of his day ^.^

- He’ll send you selfies of whatever he’s doing whether that's what he’s eating, a picture of him or just something funny, your phone never lacks notifications from Heizou.

- Heizou also likes to facetime you so he can see your beautiful face and hear your gorgeous voice gently chide him.

- Although he is mindful that you need to sleep, there’s just some nights where he can resist it and has to call you.

- He’ll try to be more chill and keep his energy down but he’s a very happy guy whenever he’s around you.

- Heizou loves spending time with you and listening to you talk and what better way to spend time with you then doing some good old detective work?

- He loves helping you grow your investigative skills and making memories with you.

- Because being a detective means going out and about, going to new places and spending time with you.

- Though there is a downside for poor Heizou.

- Because you're such an enchanting beauty and of course everyone else can see that. He has to watch other guys try and shoot their shots! He’s playing the long con ok?

- He’s a lucky guy though because you always reject these unworthy boys.

- But besides that a detective day out means he gets to treat you to a nice meal and pick up some little trinkets on the way

“ You should hang out with me more [ name ], these other guys aren't as entertaining! ”

Kaveh

“ What would I do with you [ name]?? ”

- The MOST disorganized man on the planet

- seriously! 

- The two of you guys met because he dropped all of his books and papers on the floor and you helped him pick it all up.

- The poor guy had dark eyebags and he just looked done with everything. You couldn't help but feel pity for the poor guy and offered to help him carry his stuff and since then you've hit it off.

- Kaveh is in need of someone to help him out and you're the best option! You help him study, you remind him to eat and you cheer him on!

- Kaveh is so grateful for you and genuinely doesn't think he could move forward without your help.

- He doesn't know how to repay your kindness to him but despite him being piss poor, he’ll try to treat you whenever he can. He’ll save up from his part time job so that he can take you to a fancy ramen place down the street.

- He’ll tell you to pick whatever you want and he’ll even treat you to a fancy dessert!

- It makes him glad knowing that he can at least treat you to a nice meal even if it’s not close enough to expressing his gratitude.

- Aside from fancy food places though, Kaveh always knows the best spots and places to have a good time!

- So when the both of you are free on the weekends Kaveh will take you to a fun weekly music performance from a place called the Zubayr Theater. 

- It’s a delightful time talking about just anything whilst having beautiful music in the background.

-  Kaveh is a really smart student and is really good when it comes to art. 

- When he can’t concentrate on drawing his buildings for a project he’s working on, he finds himself opening up one of his sketchbooks that has a bunch of drawings of you.

- You're just such a beauty that Kaveh wants to remember your face. Etch it into his mind. You are his muse and will always be his muse.

- The one issue when it comes to his personal life is his roommate Al Haitham. He’s so annoying and is apparently also friends with you! 

- Kaveh didn't even know Al Haitham was able to form friendships with other people. But because of his stupid roommate he can’t invite you over to show you all of his designs because he can’t let Al Haitham annoy you or even worse steal you for himself!

- Despite being horrendous at taking care of himself, Kaveh is surprisingly good at taking care of other people.

- He did it for his mother for a while and he helped out at the retirement village down the street when he was younger. 

- So when you come down with something Kaveh is faithfully by your side ready to help cure you.

- He’s got a med kit by his side ( he got the idea from your medkit ) just in case you need some painkillers, he’s got a cooling cloth on your head being changed out 24/7, he got some ingredients for soup that he’ll get started on soon and just anything he can think of that would be helpful for you.

“ No, no, no, don't get up!! You're always taking care of me so let me take care of you for once. ”

Kazuha

“ Want me to share my notes with you? Don't worry I've got you covered :) ”

- Even though you only share your english class with him he has quickly become one of your good friends ( he hopes to be more than friends though )

- During your classes if you every get bored you'll find a cute little poem written on a torn out price of paper or a game of tic tac toe to entertain you.

- When it comes to the poems it’s always a guessing game about what he’ll write as he likes to experiment with what to write about but most of the time the poems are always nice and calming.

 - Speaking of calmness though, Kazuha himself is such a calming presence to be around! His voice is so calm and soft and his eyes always put you in a bit of a trance.

- This really comes in handy for Kazuha for whenever he sees you stressed out over a test as it seems that you like to listen to his voice and typically agree with him when he asks you to take a break.

- Kazuha is always one with nature when he’s not in class he enjoys making mini flower bouquets for you or just putting flowers in your hair whenever he gets ahold of some pretty flowers. 

- He also gets along well with animals such as stray cats and dogs, birds, squirrels, you name it! ( Irl disney princess trust )They just seem to be attracted to him so whenever you hang out with him it’s just cuteness overload of all these cute animals ( and Kazuha? )

- Kazuha likes buying you blind boxes because after all these difficult exams and just the toil of school work he feels glad that he can be the source of your reprieve.

- It doesn't really care for any of the brands but tries to get series he knows you like, like the bald green ones. He doesn't really care for the price as long as they’ll make you happy.

- It is the sudden dopamine rush that comes from you that makes him get excited. The actual content of the box doesn't really matter to him, he just enjoys seeing you happy.

- Which is why when he sees you upset his heart just breaks. If he can, he'll provide reasonable solutions that will help solve your problems, but he’s just as glad to provide you wordless comfort, just rubbing your back.

- If it happens that some people hurt you, he is not afraid to ask that sketchy gang called the fatui or smth to help out. He knows your friends with that ginger delinquent guy so he knows that he can get people to help him out.

- Likes to take you to laser tag as it’s a thrilling experience and he enjoys watching your focused gaze look for him in the dark. 

- Even as you carefully look around and try to avoid other players you still can’t catch him!!

- But he’s nice so he surprises you and grabs your hand, twirling you and just trying to show you how cool he is. Hoping to catch you in a trance before his ultimate betrayal of shooting you.

- Of course whilst he’s helping you take your equipment off he’ll apologise but still a betrayal is an unforgivable crime

“Sorry to get you there let me make it up to you with overpriced fries”

Wanderer

“ they're staring at me not you it's fine, don't worry “

- your local popular outcast. 

- people are sure he's a cool dude but most of the time people are too scared to even look at him. 

- Once a girl attempted to ask him out but all that was left after the confession was a sobbing girl, the indifferent Wanderer and a few shocked people. Well at least according to rumours that had people now scared of him.

- At the start of the school year you had been placed in the same history class as him. The time had come for pairing up and you noticed that there was one guy everyone was avoiding like the plague. Wanderer.

- so you made the brave decision to ask him to be your partner for the project. Surprisingly he agreed.

- the more you worked with him you ended up bonding with him more and became good friends

- You guys both have matching keychains together of cats which when you gave it to him he said he wasn't going to use it but surprise he now has it on his backpack. 

- after school sometimes you both head over to your local 7 /// 11 and he buys you that expensive $20 small tub of ice cream 

- you both sit on a bench and vege put on the food you got. 

- You spend your time chatting together and eating your food but when you go to pop something in the bin you miss his burning red face. 

-Wanderer tolerates nearly nobody, everyone is always scared of him or just leaving him alone so when you came along and didn't leave him he truly fell in love. 

- he'd never admit it though despite how deep his love is he's always will try to be nonchalant. 

- but he's always trying to impress you 

- Wanderer enjoys taking you to different places that allows him to show off his skills

- such as the skatepark or a motorbike meetup

- he's very skilled at driving a bike and is amazing at skateboarding 

- he'll even teach you how to skateboard! 

- he may not be the most patient teacher but he'll make sure you know everything. 

- extremely cautious when it comes to you skating though 

- he gives you every price of protective gear possible. Knee pads, arm pads, helmet, everything!! 

- but don't worry you'll be fine 

- it's like 10pm and the sky looks like it's never seen the sun but don't worry he's very alert 

- if you're at a bike meetup he's got you right next to him or in eyeshot and if anyone suspicious tries to talk to you best believe he's staring them down. 

-despite the fact that he's in denial over his feelings, he'll always be there for you. 

- if you've got a performance or event going on, best believe he's there to support you, whether that's watching you perform and helping you setting up and other things. 

- however if there is one thing that wants to keep you away from is his mothers. 

- he says that they're both freaks with purple hair and pink hair. He knows the moment he brings you home he'll be met with lots of teasing from a specific pink haired lady. 

- but if you want to go visit his home he'll take you. 

“ just ignore my mums they're weird ”

Xiao

“ Sorry I think you got my drink, it’s a black coffee with three shots of espresso. ”

- Xiao is basically the same as Wanderer, but much nicer. 

- He seems mean and scary but really he’s a nice guy who’s always doing nice things!

- his reputation precedes him as the silent guy who helps carry others' stuff, the guy who blocked a ball from a girl's face, the guy who picks up rubbish off the ground and so much more. It's a stark contrast from the black mask and bangs that cover his face. 

- After a chance meeting and mixed orders at your local tea place the two of you got along instantly 

- It soon became a routine that the both of you walk home together at least once a week. 

- he’d like to walk home with you more often but he’s too shy to ask you so he’ll just take what he can get.

- however once you got cornered by a pair of delinquents and he found out so he mustered up the courage offered to walk you home more often

- So when you agreed to walk home together 3 days a week Xiao felt as if he won in life.

- If you’re going home later because you have a club on, or are studying, Xiao will wait for you and maybe even join what you’re doing.

- He wants to make sure you're safe so despite the fact that he’s not super intimidating to thugs he’ll always glare at anyone who seems to have any bad intentions towards you. Scares them off easily! 

- Xiao is always remembering the little things

- once you were complaining to him about dry lips and the next day he brought you a four pack! ( peach, strawberry, vanilla and raspberry in case you're wondering ) 

- he remembers your odd little habits, your interests, what do like to do and everything else 

- If you want to do something he’s always in to try!

- Once, you both decided to join a club but had quit the first week due to the entire time spent with everyone asking him questions or trying to flirt with him.

- When you both left the club he was so sorry and repeatedly apologised to you because he knew you wanted to join a club and even though he said he’d join with you he’s the reason why you had to quit and- you get the point.

- Just stuff a piece of bread in his mouth to shut him up! 

- and you’ll shut him up alright because when you did that his face was absolutely red!!! 

- Xiao is quite clueless when it comes to his feelings towards others but with you his heart was set and he knew that he liked you. 

- Xiao loves being useful and would willingly become your butler if you asked. 

- He wasn't particularly looking to get his driver's licence but when you asked him if he could drive you somewhere and he could, Xiao was on it.

- He likes to do things for you and his love language is definitely acts of service.

“ I’ve got a drivers license now and so I can take you places now! ”

Zhongli

“ Would you mind if I sat with you again today? I quite enjoy your company ”

- the sophisticated student Council president

- to the masses he seems intimidating but when you pay for his lunch one day he seems to be a much more complex individual 

- One day you’re at the lunch line and the guy in front of you seems to have forgotten his card. Wait..... is that the council president? !

- out of the kindness of your heart you paid for his lunch and ended up sitting next to him. 

- sitting next to him one time turns into multiple days a week! 

- the more you talk to him the more he seems like a normal person

- the elusive and intimidating perspective everyone seems him as is far from the truth

- He loves telling you stories!! You both spend many afternoons together listening to him talking about his stories 

- he also loves listening to you telling stories as he loves to learn more about you and find out what makes you, you.

- he’ll always remember every detail of what you tell him and if possible he’ll try to rekindle your memories.

- If you told him about a bookstore you used to go to as a child he’ll drive you there and spend time with you there. 

- It makes him glad to be responsible for eliciting such a happy reaction from you.

- Despite never his carelessness regarding his money he always seems to have just what you need. 

- if you want to go get some tea, he knows the sweet old lady who runs the shop and she’ll give you two a discount or just cover the cost, on the house!

- Zhongli also seems to have anything you need when it comes to oddly specific items. If you need a brown hair tie he’ll just happen to have one.

- In general he likes to care for you and make sure you have everything you need.

- Zhongli has long hair and just LOVES it when you play with his hair or do different hairstyles

- He likes it when you braid his hair and if possible he’d love to braid your hair!

- He has a deep appreciation for making memories together and truly cherishes the time you both went to a perfume making class.

- The both of you decided to make a scent for each other and he absolutely adores the musky, woody scent you decided on.

- He once ran out of it because he uses it everyday so he went back to the story just so he could remake it.

- It’s his signature scent and he’ll never wear anything else if possible.

- Despite having many duties to attend to, he is always looking out for you and just looking to spend time with you.

- when possible he’ll come to hang out with you or ask you to accompany him during a task. 

- He doesn't realise it but he definitely prefers you hanging out with him over others.

- if he knows you have goals you want to complete he’ll definitely go out of his way to help you accomplish them!!

- Whether it’s academic, fitness, spiritually he doesn't mind as long as he can help you.

- He’s content with waking up earlier or sending you reminders if it means helping you out!

“ You’ve got this, just a little closer now… please take some breaks though ”

[raysome]

In a world of AO3 warriors, I'm forever a Tumblr Trooper...

[schoenhunt]

subtitled idiot 1 who can't keep a neutral face for 0.5 seconds

[koaflower]

bllk boys !

ragebaiting your boyfriend ⋆｡°✩

— itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, isagi yoichi

includes. fem!reader. ragebaiting, mentions of kaisagi, they’re so silly i love them.

itoshi sae ☆

“which color suits me better?”

in your hands are two identical low-cut dresses, one threaded with black linen and the other with deep red silk. you turn to sae—an unknowing victim in another one of your games—and hold both up to your chest, watching as his eyes dart between the two. he looks at you as if the answer should be obvious.

“buy both,” he says. you had his credit card. why waver?

“but they’re expensive and i only want one. just answer honestly.”

he looks deep in thought, unsure if you were testing him or not. is there a right and wrong? which color was your favorite? did you own an identical pair? he really didn’t want to sleep on the couch tonight.

after a long stretch of silence, he replies, “the red one.”

crap. judging by the way your smile fell, he can tell he said the wrong thing. did you want black? why ask then? the lines on his face remain as stoic and unaffected as ever, but for a moment, you can almost see the regret. he’s so easy to tease.

“why not black?”

“you told me to pi—“

“do i look bad in black?”

he sighs. a slow, dragged out exhale that almost makes you laugh, if you weren’t so immersed in your role.

“that’s not what i—“

“so you think im ugly and fat and i should kill myself.”

his eyes narrow into slants, a look of pure exasperation on his face before he softens. oh. so this is what it was.

“yes, i do,” he replies rather flatly, taking your hand in his. he’ll just buy you both, prank or not.

“oh, so you—“ you’re about to continue your little speech when you pause, his words sinking in. “wait, sae!”

shidou ryusei ☆

the tv drones on in the background as shidou lays in your lap, letting out contented murmurs and sighs as your fingers gently massage his scalp. on his face was a damp, white sheet that smelled faintly of cucumber, courtesy of your self-care date nights. you rub the serum into his skin.

“hey babe?” you ask, earning a soft hum. “what sport would you play if you were athletic?

“i—” he cuts himself off.

a beat. and then two.

shidou’s eyes flutter open.

“..hah? you mean if i was un-athletic?” he searches your face for any signs of mischief, but your lips remain firmly pressed. you had to be pulling his leg. the shidou ryusei? unathletic?

“no, if you were athletic, what sport would you play?” you repeat, enunciating it like he’d heard you wrong the first time. he’s looking at you like you grew horns on your head. you tap his temple, reminding him not to move too much with the face mask on.

“the fuck are you implying?”

“no need to get so emotional, ryu.” fuck no. no way you just said that. have you lost your mind? are you playing a—

he suddenly cracks a grin, pink eyes staring up at you with newfound arrogance.

“probably volleyball,” he says.

“really? why?”

“i wouldn’t have met you.”

your jaw drops and he laughs, trapping your wrists in his hold before you can pull away or yell at him.

honestly, you should’ve seen it coming, trying to ragebait shidou of all people.

isagi yoichi ☆

of course you knew about isagi’s raging hatred towards the german striker. how could you not? with how often he rants about the guy, going so far as to insult his entire lineage after a particularly rough match.

so should you be exploiting that information? no. were you going to anyway? yes.

“he’s really talented, isn’t he?” your comment catches isagi’s attention, who was currently nestled into your chest with an arm draped over your waist. his head perks up to look at your screen. there’s a fan edit playing with an obnoxious audio looping in the background. an impressive one at that, if the main focus wasn’t michael kaiser.

isagi’s face scrunches up.

“why are you watching that?”

“dunno… it popped up on my feed. i didn’t know he was that good though.”

he scoffs, adjusting himself so he’s properly looking at your phone.

“he’s okay.” he might hate the guy’s guts, but he respected his love for the game. it didn’t take a genius to realize kaiser was a talented player.

you open the comment section. aside from the usual obnoxious comments from horny teenage girls, there were some shipping them together too. his expression immediately sours.

“huh, kaisagi? is there something you’re not telling me, yoi?”

in hindsight, maybe that was too far.

isagi’s lips start to move, and not in a good way either. you’ve set yourself up for an angry rant.

“wait, babe, i was joking—”

note to self, never mention kaiser around your boyfriend again.

[jaiistg]

Guys I’m going to admit something. I don’t ship anyone in bllk 💔 (I tried though. Going as far as forcing myself to ship a popular ship but I jst rlly can’t☹️)

[apple-pretzelchan]

how it feels to be a kyle fan during s27

[fromdove-deactivated20251112]

seeing my man with his canonical love interest 💔💔💔💔

[k1tk4ttt]

when you just finished one of the most beautiful fics ever written and you see that the author has a masterlist full of other fics

[jaiistg]

@heethera