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It’s (Not) Destiny Part One

Title: It’s Not Destiny (Part One)

Pairing: Hikaru/Reader/Yabu

Genre: Angst, Soulmate AU

“Listen to me. ___, listen.” a voice echoed in your ear. You looked up to find the source but there was no one. “___!” they called, but there was nothing. Just you on the rusted swing, in the abandoned park. “Hello?” you cried out into the emptiness.

Hello hello hello. Your voice echoed.

You woke up. It was just a dream, you thought, shaking your head. You could still hear the echo in your head. That person calling your name. They sounded so familiar, but you couldn’t remember why. Your clock told you it was 7:30 AM. Just enough time to make it to your first class of the day.

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[jumpingkeito]

It’s Just A Game! (Part One)

Title: It’s Just A Game!

Pairing: Inoo/Reader/Yamada

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluff

A/N: This is a request from Anon: Inoo is trapped in an otome game and the reader has to get him out. And Yamada is the reader’s friend.

….

“Stupid computer! Just work already!” The mushroom haired boy frustratingly pounded his table when his PC would not start up properly. The screen began to flash blue.

“Finally!” The boy exclaimed, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Wait what the fu-?” And with that the boy was pulled into the computer, gone from reality.

…

It was a rare occasion, this day was. Popular boy Inoo Kei was absent from school. Oh, how his fanclub despaired. I, for myself, did admire the boy. Who wouldn’t? He was cute, his smile made everyone smile, he had a strange hairstyle that he could somehow rock, and not to mention he could play the piano. Everyone knows that girls fall for musicians very easily. Nothing much changed because of Inoo’s absence though. It was merely less louder than usual. Again, no Inoo, no fanclub. In fact, it was kind of peaceful. Not that my daily life changed anyway. I guess I was the loner at school. The senior that nobody knew.

Okay but that just makes my life look extremely depressing. Truth is, I’m fine with it that way. I’m already guaranteed to be enrolled into an Ivy League school, and pretty much a job is ready for me to. My future is set. And plus, I’m not completely lonely. I have friends. Well a friend.

But he was special. Speaking of him.

“Hey (y/n)!” He skipped up and clapped me on the shoulder, grinning widely. Pretty boy Yamada Ryosuke. You’ve probably heard of him haven’t you? But of course you have! Hit song Moonlight? That’s him. Once he graduates he’s bound to be signed professionally. I heard rumors about boy band, something of the sorts. And maybe you’re wondering how we even became friends. Well…

“Hey Yama.” I smiled back.

“How’s my friend who I’ve known since I could remember been?” the boy cooed, pinching my cheeks, sporting his dorky grin. I waved him off, smiling as well. Yamada Ryosuke was my childhood friend, that’s why I knew him. The entire school saw him as a cool boy, but I knew better.

“I’m doing well you dork.” I smacked him lightly, laughing. Yamada wrapped his arm around my shoulders and walked with me to the cafeteria, the both of us laughing and making jokes the entire way.

It was times like this where people actually paid attention to me. Since Yama was the most charismatic person I knew, he would always bring attention to himself, whether he wanted it or not. So the two of us walking arm in arm stirred up a lot of questions. Especially since hardly anyone seemed to be able to recognize who I was. Some knew me as that “smart nerd”. Nasty rumors always pop up but me and Yama brush it off. We’ve seen worst things before, the two of us. When we were younger we had made a cute promise, that we’d be each other’s superheros. (Yama was obsessed with them, and influenced me) Naturally as we grew up we were still glued to the hip.

One of the favorite things we do together is when we pretend to be a couple to get couple deals at restaurants. Mischievous friends we were, but on the streets Yama will always, always get recognized by fans. And sometimes I felt truly lonely.

So when that happens, I go home, curl up in my favorite desk chair in my room, and download as many otome games as possible. You can call me obsessed, but otome games are my guilty pleasures. Of course, Yamada knows all about my obsession with these games, and judges me on them occasionally, but he’s got his weird likings too, so that made us even. (I won’t tell you what I they are though, he’d seriously kill me)

It just so happens that today is the release of a special indie otome game, the first virtual reality otome game to be released! (Well not the first, but the first ever like this one. Oh yeah, we live in a time where virtual reality is possible, and very realistic. Think, your favorite anime, or something. It’s like that.) And naturally I bought it in a heartbeat. It was pricey though, so I had to sign up for more work shifts. But that’s besides the point. I installed the game onto my computer, and plugged in the console to the PC. Slipping on my helmet and goggles, I could see nothing but darkness. My heart was beating, but I was ready to play. The startup screen appeared, and I pressed play.

The thing with this game is that you cannot design your own avatar. When you buy the game, they scan your appearance so that your character is exactly like you. I loved that concept though, especially because I disliked it when the main female character looks way different that you do, and you can’t change it.

In the game I was playing as a student in a high school, and I was the new girl. When I walked around I bumped into a guy, who yelled at me.

“Be careful! I need to get out of here-” The boy stopped.

“Inoo?!” I exclaimed, eyes wide. Inoo stared back at me.

“Are you… Stuck here too?” He exclaimed, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me.

“What do you mean stuck here?? This is a virtual reality game!” I pulled away from him, confused. Does he play otome games? Don’t tell me he swings that way!

“A game?” Inoo’s eyes widened. ”What game?” he asked, eyes narrowing.

“A…a…” I blushed, lowering my voice to a whisper, ”Otome game.”

There was an awkward silence.

“I knew it! Oh father, thinking he can mess around with me!” Inoo groaned, turning around and punching the ground, watching as it shattered into pixels and then rearranging itself again. I was taken aback. I had no idea that the school’s little prince had such a temper, and a childish one too.

“Uhh, if you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing playing this game?” I asked. He whipped his head to stare at me.

“I’m not playing. My father is the developer of this game, he decided to release one beta copy of the game and decided I would be the perfect candidate to play the male guy. So I got sucked into the stupid game.” He pursed his lips in anger.

I nodded my head slowly.

“So… That means you’re stuck in this game… I see.” I nodded slowly.

“You are taking this way better than other people would, which is really weird. Anyway, who are you?” He asked.

I sighed.

“(y/n)… I’m in your class, you know.” I sighed. He just shrugged.

“Well then (y/n), you’re gonna help me get out of this game. Look out for an email from the developers Kay? This is your mission now. Meanwhile… I’ll just go and explore some more… I guess.” He sighed and walked away.

Logging out of the game, I was way too confused out of my mind to process what had happened.

“It’s probably a dream…” I muttered. Just to make sure, I punched my table to see if it would become pixels, and not surprisingly, it did not, and my hand now hurt along with my head being confused.

Just as Inoo told me I would, my computer binged, notifying me of a new email. I clicked on it, and read through it.

Dear Miss (y/n),

you may not be aware, but you are actually the buyer of the only existing beta version of Doki Doki Gakuen: VR. Because of that we’d like to thank you, and we offer you a proposition. As it is a beta program, it is going through tests still even at this moment (do not fear, we are unable to monitor your game actions). And we’d like you to take part in the tests. All you have to do is play the game! If you’d already played, you probably have run into the main protagonist (who is your classmate, may I add). And he’s probably told you about his situation. The process of capturing a human in a program is much to complicated for me to explain to you at this moment so we’ll skip over those details. But if you are willing to take part in the tests, all you have to do is play the game and finish it. To finish it the protagonist must fall in love with you (and in completing it, Inoo will be free from the program as well). But it you refuse, we’ll offer you a complete refund for the game and all its equipment, and we’ll sell the beta program to someone else. If you do help us, we’re offering you a free copy of the completed game when it comes out ,and payment for your services. If you do not reply to this email we will assume you’ve refused the proposal.

Sincerely, Inoo Takizawa

Hoshi Games Board of Directors

“What?” I gasped, even more confused. I mean, who wouldn’t be? It’s an email about a father trapping his son in a game and asking a girl to make said son fall in love with ME through a virtual reality game.

But under some strange impulse of excitement and adventure, I accepted the offer. I knew that it would be impossible to get Inoo to fall in love with me, but I wanted to play the game.

I guess I was just obsessed with otome games

[jumpingkeito]

Hello and Welcome Back!

Hello! Some of you know me, some of you don't.

Hi. I recently noticed that even with all my inactivity I still get people following me. Thank you to those people, and I'm sorry you haven't seen anything substantial on here lately.

So I want to keep writing on here, but ive been a little dry. Basically if you have requests, please send me an ask! I'd love to write for you!

To some of my readers of It's Just a Game, I'd love to continue it. I stopped in the middle and there's so much more there I could write, but because I've been so inactive I don't know if I'll get any traction posting the recent parts. So just shoot this post a reply or something I'd you'd read the continuation! If I even get a single note I'll most likely continue it, because I really enjoyed writing that one.

Anyway that's all I have to say, thank you for following this blog, and I'm sorry it's been a dry one.

-🎈

[jumpingkeito]

Damn Him

Title: Damn Him

Pairing: Nakajima Yuto/Reader

Genre: Drabble

Rating: PG-16

Warnings: some cursing and mentions of sex

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There's two types of people in this world. The innocent and the evil. At least that's what you thought, until you met him. The innocent demon, you had dubbed him. A confusing, mess of a human. You thought you had had the world all figured out and in walks this charming man with a sweet smile on his face and the eyes of a person whose seen to much.

He said his name was Nakajima Yuto. Damn him, you thought. Damn him and his perfect little face and the way his eyes would crinkle. Damn him and his stupid wide ass smirk. Damn his sexy body and the way he'd look at you like a lollipop then turn to someone else with a halo floating above his head. Nakajima Yuto walked into your life and ruined everything.

You knew which type of person you were in this world: evil. You'd do anything to get your way to the top, and you didn't have to be nice. Why be nice to people who'll eventually be below you? You were attractive, and knew how to bend people to meet your will. And you were going to get that promotion. You were going to become chief of the department if it took you hald your life to get it. Once you got that position, you thought, everything will be easier for you. You'd just have to secure it. Easier said than done. So you scheduled a meeting with the boss.

"I understand you are pushing for a promotion as department chief?" your boss asked you, face stoic and void of any expression.

"Yes sir. I am aiming for that position. I have reasons to believe that with me in charge, we can propel this company further. " you nodded. You'd just have to break through that stone exterior of his and then everything would be smooth sailing.

"You aren't wrong about that. Your track record is amazing. However there is one problem."

A problem? There shouldn't be any problems. You should have this in the bag.

"Ms. Lia, send him in please." your boss rang his secretary. Him? Who is him?

A man walked in, and you felt his gaze bore into you as he walked past and took the seat next to you.

"This is Nakajima Yuto. He's my nephew. And he is also aiming for that position."

What. The. Fuck.

Nakajima Yuto turned to you and offered his hand to you.

"It's so nice to meet you! You're legendary around this building you know? You're an incredible worker, so this is such an honor to me." he shook your hand vigorously. You felt yourself smirk internally. Ah, an innocent one. He was the boss' nephew and around your age. Plus, he was fairly attractive. It wouldn't be bad to work your magic on him. He could prove very useful. Except in a split second his expression changed, and suddenly he had narrow eyes and a smirk that threatened to devour you and your entire career in one bite.

"Pleasure is mine, Nakajima sir." you said, tightening your grip to match his now evil demeanor.

"The two of you will be in the same department and working together to tackle the oil project. Although it'll be a group effort, only one will be selected for this position. So work hard both of you. And, Yuto? No favoritism." your boss said. Nakajima nodded, and the two of you were dismissed.

As soon as you both were alone you grabbed him by the arm.

"What's your deal?" you hissed, ready to step on him and crush him. He whirled around with that same demon-like expression.

"I just want the position as much as you." he said, before his innocent lamb smile appeared again.

"So let's work together and help complete the oil project as well as we can!" He patted your shoulder, before walking away. You felt your fists clench before storming away.

***

"Hah. Sounds like you've met your match." Yamada chuckled as you angrily retold him the day's events. You drew a puff from a cigarette, exhaling with much annoyance.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked, glaring.

"Acts sweet, is secretly evil." Yamada chuckled.

"Not secretly evil. Is evil." you corrected him, before snuffing out the cigarette. You got a headache just thinking about that tall stupid man.

"Another round?" Yamada asked, hand ready to call the bartender over.

"Why the hell not?" you nodded, before downing a shot to forget about that stupid Nakajima Yuto.

Except you couldn't. It was like he had taken control of your mind so that he was on it 24/7. Sometimes you even wished you could switch brains with someone to avoid even thinking about his name ever again. And the worst part of all this?

He was an amazing worker. You've never met someone who could match your pace so smoothly. The oil project was going well, and everything seemed hunky dory. You thought you were guaranteed that position but the more you saw him work the more doubts that filled your brain.

"Shit." you muttered as you put your head down on the railing of the balcony on one of your office's floor. You were so close to getting that position that it pissed you off. So quickly you pulled out a cigarette to call yourself down.

"Smoking isn't a good thing you know, Ms. Perfect." a voice sounded. You knew exactly who that was.

"What the hell do you want Nakajima?" you asked, not bothering to lift your head up and face him.

"Uncle-- I mean boss wants to meet us in half an hour. He didn't say why." Nakajima said. That got your attention. You raised your head.

"Half an hour?" you clarified.

"Half an hour." he confirmed, before leaving.

***

"Ah, sit you two. This'll be fairly quick." your boss gestured to his chairs, and the two of you sat.

"Is something wrong sir?" you asked, heart secretly beating erratically.

"On the contrary, things are amazing! The two of you make such an amazing pair. The oil project went so well, that the company is requesting an extension." you and Nakajima exchanged excited glances, before you realized you had just shared a happy moment with your enemy and so you turned your head away.

"And so, because the project seems to be expanding into a hopefully large scale and permanent thing, we decided to give the both of you a department dedicated to running this project. The two of you will lead it."

You were stunned. You didn't know how to react. On one side you were beyond thrilled, after all you had just gotten everything you've hoped for. But on the other side, you realized you had to share your hopes and dreams with the innocent demon man.

The two of you left and went to sit in your new shared office, not talking to each other. You admired how nice it was to have your own space. You noted a nice faint musky smell, before realizing it was Nakajima's cologne and frowning. Suddenly, Nakajima broke the silence.

"So... We'll be permanently together, maybe we should get along?" he suggested. You snorted.

"You're joking right." as soon as you looked up your realized how close he was to you.

"Uh, personal space much?" you commented with sarcasm dripping from your tone. But he didn't budge. It was there where you realized how nice his skin was and how he had this scar on his upper lip or how you could sometimes see muscles rippling through his work shirt. And you got hungry. You swallowed, tongue flipping out to lick your lips. Well damn, you were now lusting over the man who is your enemy.

"I suppose we should get along." you whispered, and he toon your arm and whisked you away to a place where he made you see stars from above.

***

"Damn you, Yuto." you said when he handed you an important document but ruined it with highly suggestive handwritten words on the top. He even signed it, as if he was proud of crudely talking about sex in the workplace and wanted to announce to the world how dumb and immature their department leader was.

"You know, you should stop cursing. It's not very elegant." he said, eyebrows wiggling.

"Fuck you." you spat, throwing the document back at him. He laughed, catching it with ease.

"Love you too!"

Damn him for being so good at making you mad.

Damn him for being so good in bed.

Damn him for being so good at making you smile.

[jumpingkeito]

art is subjective

Keito: art is subjective

Yama: Huh? What's this all of a sudden?

Keito: art is subjective

Yama: I mean... Obviously... A lot of things are subjective

Keito: *points to Chinen* art is subjective

Yama: what does Chinen have to do with thi- what the hell?

Chinen: Huh? *stops spray painting him name multiple times on the walls* what's wrong?

Yama: what the fuck are you doing?

Chinen: art, duh

Keito: I told you

Yama:...

Yama: art is subjective

[jumpingkeito]

Coffee Shop Corner (Okamoto Keito/Reader)

Scenario: You're a new student in NYC and is struggling to get around. In around the corner walks this cute man drinking his coffee, sporting a half-British and Japanese accent. Maybe this is destiny?

Author's Note: I really miss Keito and was reading a bunch of fluffy bulletpoint fics and decided to write one. Also this isn't edited!!

You hated New York City.

Sure the school you went to was fairly reputable, and located in Brooklyn, so there were more trees and green.

But overall it sucked.

Someone told you that "you get used to New York the longer you stay"

And you guessed it made sense, seeing as you were only a freshman in college, but it still sucked.

The air smelled like trash and the amount of cockroaches you have had to battle in your dorm room makes you want to gag. You swore that as soon as your were a sophomore you were moving out to an environment that you could manage on your own.

You were also homesick.

Dreadfully homesick.

It didn't help that you grew up in an small town with lots of trees and parks and the air smelled crisp and fresh like it was always early morning after the grass was mowed.

The only thing that could calm you down was the coffee shop down in Manhattan.

It was a very specific coffee shop. There was so many all over the city and you have probably visited every single one at least once. But it was just this coffee shop that met your requirements.

As soon as you walked in, you were hit with a wave of nostalgia.

You don't know why. Maybe it was the smell of a certain coffee bean that enticed you, or maybe it was because of the plants hanging from the ceiling, but it definitely felt like home.

So every time you had the chance to take the subway and go down there, you did so.

One day, while you were exiting the shop with a coffee in hand, you turned around the corner and bumped into someone.

You didn't spill your coffee, thankfully, but this man was the most apologetic person you've ever met.

He bowed his head and said sorry like three times and you were really confused. He also had this accent that you found... Slightly attractive.

"It's okay, really! Nothing spilled after all," you waved it off with a light laugh.

"I guess that's right..." he trailed off, guilt still in his eyes.

You just really wanted to leave to be honest.

So that's when you got a real good look at him and damn was this man a looker.

"Hey it's really okay." you said, your nerves now starting to work up.

And then you left.

A little bit after a week later, you bumped into him again, in the same corner. Except this time he was the one exiting the shop.

"Oh god! I'm so sorry!" you freaked out.

"It's okay! Nothing spilled after all." he smiled before you both got a sense of extreme déjà vu.

"Hey! Didn't this happen like a week ago?" You asked, and couldn't help but let out your most goofy smile in front of him. He grinned back, to your relief.

"You're right. Except this time the roles have reversed." he smiled.

"Well maybe I should introduce myself then. I'm Okamoto Keito." he held out his hand and you took it.

"I'm y/n" you responded, heart fluttering, before you took your hand back.

"You seemed a little bit in a rush y/n. Is there somewhere you need to be?" he asked, your name sounding really cute with that accent of his.

"Oh! That reminds me actually. I'm a little lost, do you know how to get here?" you pulled out your phone, showing him an address.

"Oh sure! My school is actually around there, I'll take you if you want."

"Right now?" you asked, surprised by his niceness.

"Sure."

"Actually I just realized how creepy this may seem, in this city." he suddenly said, looking embarrassed.

You laughed. You hadn't noticed how it could have been considered creepy, since after all your were new to this city.

"Lead the way, Keito." you said. And you both walked together.

You learned a lot of things about him during that walk.

The thing that shocked you the most was that he was an idol from Japan.

Wow.

Suddenly everything made sense. The accent, the ridiculously good looks, the fashion sense.

And now he was like precious gold to you.

You both exchanged numbers and parted ways.

Text: Hey y/n, it's me, Keito! Wanna meet up for coffee again next week?

You smiled. Maybe NYC won't be so bad now.

[jumpingkeito]

It’s Just A Game! (Part Three)

Title: It’s Just a Game! (Part Three) Pairing: Inoo/Reader/Yama Genre: Fluff, Mild angst (??) A/N: I tried to post this a few days back but when I clicked post it never posted and I just realized smh. Thank you all for waiting!! Finals are over for me finallyy

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“Ice cream, la la la la la la laaaa~!” Yamada hummed with his beautiful voice as the two of us slipped to the ice cream store. “Ice cream, la la la la la la laaaa~!” I copied him, grinning. If there’s one thing both of us can do, that’s singing. Yamada wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

“It’s Yamada Ryosuke!” A girl squealed, and suddenly people swarmed us. “Are you his girlfriend?” Some girl asked me. “I hope not!” Someone responded.Yamada was smiling and signing autographs and posing for pictures as he pushed us out if the crowd. He whispered in my ear, “Run.”  And so the both of us did. We ran with all our might, away from the chasing fangirl until we descended upon our ice cream shop. “JACOB!” We yelled, pounding at the glass door. The man who owned the shop, Jacob, saw us and let us in, before locking the door. The fangirl all pressed their faces to the door but couldn’t get in. Jacob turned the sign so that it said ‘closed’.Me and Yamada shuffled back and sighed in relief as they one by one they left the door and we were left alone again.

“How many times have I told you to wear a disguise when going out?” Jacob scolded Yamada. “I keep telling you, this is America, not Japan. Fangirls are ruthless.” He sighed. Yamada looked guilty. “You’re lucky I had no customers at that moment or else I wouldn’t be able to lock the door.” Jacob went to the counter. “Is it ice cream day? You guys are a little late.” Jacob looked at the clock. “Oh we already got ice cream, at that new place.” I said, smiling. Jacob frowned.  “Fine then. You can’t have any ice cream from here.” “It wasn’t as good as yours though! So we were headed here to get the good ice cream, when that happened.” Yamada grinned, a little sheepish. “Alright then! Go ahead and choose the best ice cream in town!” Jacob said, pulling out his scooper with a big smile on his face. “Yes sir!” we both chimed, and ordered our ice cream. Me and Yamada both sat there, conversing lightly with Jacob. Jacob was basically a father to the both of us, plus really good ice cream.

When we were walking home, Yamada took my hand, stopping us in the middle of the street. It was dark, so we stood underneath the streetlight. “Hey (y/n).” He looked serious. “Yes?” I said, my brows furrowing with worry. “I have a question.” He said, lacing his fingers with mine. “What is it?” I asked.

“My manager told me there’s been high demand for a tour this year, and with the release of my EP, my career is skyrocketing.” He smiled a little. “That’s amazing!” I gasped, cheering for him. He nodded before looking away. “What’s the matter?” I asked. “I’m thinking of getting signed earlier and moving back to Japan. Quit school next month or so.” “What?” My eyes widened, and I felt my heart start to ache. “You can’t be serious!” But Yamada kept the same solemn expression on his face, and I knew that he was. I let out a small smile. “Well, it does sound like an amazing opportunity. I’m sure you’ll be very successful.”

“Come with me.” He said.

“What?” I gasped. “To Japan. I need you there with me.” He begged. I shook my head.  “Yamada you know I can't…” “I know… Ivy League school… But… You’re my only hope there! You’re the person who wrote the music in my EP! You’re the songwriter behind Moonlight!” He grasped my hands tighter. “I don’t want to go without you.” He murmured.

My heart ached.

“Tell me, soon okay?” He smiled softly, his eyes still a little sad. I nodded. “I will.”

…

“Yamada, good morning.” I greeted him. The boy looked at me worried. “Are you okay?” He asked. “About last night? Yes, I’m fine.” I smiled. “No not that… did you check the news at all this morning? Or social media?” Yamada frowned. I shook my head. “Go look, now.” He ordered me. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through articles before I saw a photo.

A blurry side shot of me and Yamada standing under the streetlights, hands clasped and looking into each other’s eyes. The way they took it made us look like a couple. I couldn’t mask my shock. My hands shook. This was the last thing I wanted. Exposure to the media. I was supposed to be the girl on the sidelines, supporting my best friend since childhood.

“I’ve denied all allegations but… I’m sorry (y/n). I should have been more careful.” He apologized. I shook my head. “It’s alright Yama-” I scrolled further down the article.  An anonymous source told us that her name was (y/n) (l/n). She’s the childhood friend of Yamada Ryosuke, as well and the songwriter behind all his music!  My head spun. How could they find everything out like that? Who tipped them? Yamada put a hand in my shoulder.

“(y/n), go home early today. Don’t leave your house. I’ll visit you later okay?” He told me. I merely nodded, my head whirling. My mind was numb as I shuffled out of school. Yama’s manager, Nathan, found me and told me that Yamada had ordered him to drive me back home. At home I blindly led myself to my room and collapsed on the bed. The monitor on my desk flashed, reminding me that there was one comfort I could go to. 

Inoo.

“Inoo!” I called waving. The boy turned around and smiled. “(y/n)… The news.” He trailed off, not meeting my gaze. “Wait how do you know?” I gasped. Inoo pulled out his phone, which seemed to work fine, besides messaging. “It’s everywhere. I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” he smiled. I shook my head.  “No! It’s not like that at all!” I waved my hands in front of me. He looked relieved. “Oh, okay good!” Inoo grinned, and I felt myself grin back. “And so he wants me to go to Japan with him.” I finished telling the boy my situation.He looked grim. “If you go to Japan, will you take me with you?” He asked, looking a little upset. “I’ve been so lonely. I never realized how much I valued humans until now.” The mushroom haired boy took my hand. “Please?” he asked. I felt my heart drop, feeling guilty. I was the only person he could see, and I never realized that. I nodded. “Of course I will. I’m getting you out of this game remember?” I smiled. He nodded, relieved. “Thank you.” he sighed. I smiled.

“Has anyone ever told you you resembled a cat?” “What?” Inoo made a face, staring at me in confusion. I laughed. “There it is! You act like a cat sometimes.” “I do not!” He protested. I just grinned. “Sure.” I stood on my tippy toes to ruffle his hair before pausing midway. The embarrassment rushed to my face and I quickly pulled away, trying  to hide my blush. Inoo leaned over and put his lips by my ear.

“Meow~”

“Ahh!”

[jumpingkeito]

It’s Just A Game! (Part Three)

Title: It’s Just a Game! (Part Three) Pairing: Inoo/Reader/Yama Genre: Fluff, Mild angst (??) A/N: I tried to post this a few days back but when I clicked post it never posted and I just realized smh. Thank you all for waiting!! Finals are over for me finallyy

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“Ice cream, la la la la la la laaaa~!” Yamada hummed with his beautiful voice as the two of us slipped to the ice cream store. “Ice cream, la la la la la la laaaa~!” I copied him, grinning. If there's one thing both of us can do, that's singing. Yamada wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

“It's Yamada Ryosuke!” A girl squealed, and suddenly people swarmed us. “Are you his girlfriend?” Some girl asked me. “I hope not!” Someone responded.Yamada was smiling and signing autographs and posing for pictures as he pushed us out if the crowd. He whispered in my ear, “Run.”  And so the both of us did. We ran with all our might, away from the chasing fangirl until we descended upon our ice cream shop. “JACOB!” We yelled, pounding at the glass door. The man who owned the shop, Jacob, saw us and let us in, before locking the door. The fangirl all pressed their faces to the door but couldn't get in. Jacob turned the sign so that it said ‘closed’.Me and Yamada shuffled back and sighed in relief as they one by one they left the door and we were left alone again.

“How many times have I told you to wear a disguise when going out?” Jacob scolded Yamada. “I keep telling you, this is America, not Japan. Fangirls are ruthless.” He sighed. Yamada looked guilty. “You're lucky I had no customers at that moment or else I wouldn't be able to lock the door.” Jacob went to the counter. “Is it ice cream day? You guys are a little late.” Jacob looked at the clock. “Oh we already got ice cream, at that new place.” I said, smiling. Jacob frowned.  “Fine then. You can't have any ice cream from here.” “It wasn't as good as yours though! So we were headed here to get the good ice cream, when that happened.” Yamada grinned, a little sheepish. “Alright then! Go ahead and choose the best ice cream in town!” Jacob said, pulling out his scooper with a big smile on his face. “Yes sir!” we both chimed, and ordered our ice cream. Me and Yamada both sat there, conversing lightly with Jacob. Jacob was basically a father to the both of us, plus really good ice cream.

When we were walking home, Yamada took my hand, stopping us in the middle of the street. It was dark, so we stood underneath the streetlight. “Hey (y/n).” He looked serious. “Yes?” I said, my brows furrowing with worry. “I have a question.” He said, lacing his fingers with mine. “What is it?” I asked.

“My manager told me there's been high demand for a tour this year, and with the release of my EP, my career is skyrocketing.” He smiled a little. “That's amazing!” I gasped, cheering for him. He nodded before looking away. “What's the matter?” I asked. “I'm thinking of getting signed earlier and moving back to Japan. Quit school next month or so.” “What?” My eyes widened, and I felt my heart start to ache. “You can't be serious!” But Yamada kept the same solemn expression on his face, and I knew that he was. I let out a small smile. “Well, it does sound like an amazing opportunity. I'm sure you'll be very successful.”

“Come with me.” He said.

“What?” I gasped. “To Japan. I need you there with me.” He begged. I shook my head.  “Yamada you know I can't…” “I know… Ivy League school… But… You’re my only hope there! You're the person who wrote the music in my EP! You're the songwriter behind Moonlight!” He grasped my hands tighter. “I don't want to go without you.” He murmured.

My heart ached.

“Tell me, soon okay?” He smiled softly, his eyes still a little sad. I nodded. “I will.”

...

“Yamada, good morning.” I greeted him. The boy looked at me worried. “Are you okay?” He asked. “About last night? Yes, I'm fine.” I smiled. “No not that… did you check the news at all this morning? Or social media?” Yamada frowned. I shook my head. “Go look, now.” He ordered me. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through articles before I saw a photo.

A blurry side shot of me and Yamada standing under the streetlights, hands clasped and looking into each other's eyes. The way they took it made us look like a couple. I couldn't mask my shock. My hands shook. This was the last thing I wanted. Exposure to the media. I was supposed to be the girl on the sidelines, supporting my best friend since childhood.

“I've denied all allegations but… I'm sorry (y/n). I should have been more careful.” He apologized. I shook my head. “It's alright Yama-” I scrolled further down the article.  An anonymous source told us that her name was (y/n) (l/n). She's the childhood friend of Yamada Ryosuke, as well and the songwriter behind all his music!  My head spun. How could they find everything out like that? Who tipped them? Yamada put a hand in my shoulder.

“(y/n), go home early today. Don't leave your house. I'll visit you later okay?” He told me. I merely nodded, my head whirling. My mind was numb as I shuffled out of school. Yama's manager, Nathan, found me and told me that Yamada had ordered him to drive me back home. At home I blindly led myself to my room and collapsed on the bed. The monitor on my desk flashed, reminding me that there was one comfort I could go to. 

Inoo.

“Inoo!” I called waving. The boy turned around and smiled. “(y/n)... The news.” He trailed off, not meeting my gaze. “Wait how do you know?” I gasped. Inoo pulled out his phone, which seemed to work fine, besides messaging. “It’s everywhere. I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” he smiled. I shook my head.  “No! It’s not like that at all!” I waved my hands in front of me. He looked relieved. “Oh, okay good!” Inoo grinned, and I felt myself grin back. “And so he wants me to go to Japan with him.” I finished telling the boy my situation.He looked grim. “If you go to Japan, will you take me with you?” He asked, looking a little upset. “I’ve been so lonely. I never realized how much I valued humans until now.” The mushroom haired boy took my hand. “Please?” he asked. I felt my heart drop, feeling guilty. I was the only person he could see, and I never realized that. I nodded. “Of course I will. I’m getting you out of this game remember?” I smiled. He nodded, relieved. “Thank you.” he sighed. I smiled.

“Has anyone ever told you you resembled a cat?” “What?” Inoo made a face, staring at me in confusion. I laughed. “There it is! You act like a cat sometimes.” “I do not!” He protested. I just grinned. “Sure.” I stood on my tippy toes to ruffle his hair before pausing midway. The embarrassment rushed to my face and I quickly pulled away, trying  to hide my blush. Inoo leaned over and put his lips by my ear.

“Meow~”

“Ahh!”

[jumpingkeito]

Some important information

Finals are coming up so I'm getting busier.

Obviously I'm still writing but the biggest problem is that the Indonesian government blocked Tumblr so I can't access is properly on my laptop. Recently I figured out that it might work with a VPN so I'm going to try that. But if not, I can only publish through my phone (which is crap) but I promise I'll publish the third part of ITS JUST A GAME soon! I have it written out already ❤️

[jumpingkeito]

It’s Just A Game! (Part Two)

Title: It’s Just A Game!

Pairing: Inoo/Reader/Yamada

Genre: PG

A/N: I’m so glad to see the support for the first part of this series! I wasn’t so sure about it in the beginning. Thank you all so much and I hope you enjoy!

P.S. This is mostly a filler chapter… Uhh just establishing the things between Yamada and Inoo. Next part will have more content I hope. Lots of love <3

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“And so… He’s trapped in a game?” Yama frowned, chewing the end of one of my pens.

“Basically.” I said, snatching the pen from him, looking at it with disgust and tossing it back at him.

“That’s weird. I’d say I don’t believe you but you don’t have a reason to lie about this. And the email you showed seems legit, strangely enough.” Yama shrugged, chewing on the pen again.

“Exactly. And so, I accepted the request.” I nodded.

The two of us were in my room, sitting on the bed as I told him about the events that spiraled into my life.

“You’re going to get Little Prince Inoo Kei to fall in love with you?” He raised an eyebrow. ”That’s so not like you! Don’t tell me you secretly admire him!” He pointed at me, accusing me of some sort of blasphemy. I waved him off.

“Don’t be silly. I’m sure there’s another way! It’ll like all games I’ve played after all. He won’t actually fall in love with me. I just have to make the right choices for the right ending… ” I trailed off, eyes widening.

“What?” Yamada looked around, confused and concerned.

“What if there’s a bad ending!?” I screeched. Yamada sighed.

“I’m sure the bad ending is he doesn’t fall in love with you and the game is sent somewhere else for testing.” Yamada sighed.

He  stood up and stretched, eyeing the game console that was plugged in to my PC.

“Is that the VR crap?” He asked, examining it.

“Yup.” I nodded.

He picked it up.

“Can I play the game? I wanna see Inoo.” Yamada grinned. I rolled my eyes.

“You’re abusing your privileges. But fine, get in there, and tell him about the email and stuff. Don’t tell him how to get him out though. I don’t want him to start getting defensive from the start.” I started the program and adjusted the helmet to fit Yama’s big head.

While Yamada acted out his strange desires, I decided to look up more about the game, and about the producers.

Doki Doki Gakuen: VR, is a remake of one of our favorite games, made into virtual reality. The goal of this game is to provide girls (and boys) an accurate simulation of what real love is like. From being in able to characterize all your love interests into your ideal type, to tweaking their personality to fit one that you want, it’s a game that we guarantee you will make your heart beat.

I groaned. It didn’t provide me any answers at all. “Ughh…” I hear Yama groan from the chair.

“You back?” I asked, walking over.

“Yupp I am.” He pulled off the helmet, blinking a few time to get used to the scenery again.

“What did Inoo say when he saw you?” I questioned him.

“He didn’t see me, he saw you. The character looks like you remember?” He shrugged.

I paused. Going once. Going twice.

“AAAAAAAA!” I screamed, realizing that. Yamada was taken aback.

“Holy shit calm down darling! I told him it was me don’t worry!” Yamada freaked, calming me down.

“Right right.” I calmed down, sighing.

“What did he say?” I asked, sitting back down on the bed and grabbing a pillow and hugging it.

“Thank goodness you’re back (y/n)- and then I cut him off and explained everything. He didn’t say much after that.*

“That’s it? That’s odd, usually he’s more.. Vocal about things.” I cracked a toothy grin.

“Like in bed?” Ryosuke snickered and my smile fell into a frown as I smacked him lightly.

“Gross!” I made a face, but also felt hot thinking about Inoo in bed.

“You like the thought!” Yamada gasped watching as my face grew redder.

“I do not. Now shoo, I’m gonna go play games.” I waved him off, trying to hold back my face from going tomato red.

“Say hi to dear Inoo-chan for me!” Yamada snickered as I pushed him off my bed, letting him out my room. I cupped my warm face and took a deep breath before sitting at my computer and putting on the goggles. It’s virtual reality time.

“Hey Inoo-” I was cut off immediately as the mushroom-haired boy sent a look in my direction.

“Is this really (y/n)?” He came closer suspicious.

“Uh yes.” I answered, stepping away from the uncomfortably close proximity we were in.

“Okay.” He nodded, leaning back.

“You believed me that easily?” I grinned. He shrugged.

“No one else is that bad at maneuvering the protagonist. It looks like your one arm is spazzing out.” Inoo laughed. I looked down to see that indeed my right arm was not functioning properly. So I took off my goggles and saw that one of the cables were lodged between two thick textbook. I freed the cable and put the goggles back on.

“Better?” I asked. He nodded nonchalantly.

“Did you get that email?” Inoo asked, walking away as if to start a conversation while waking. I made a face and hurried after him, falling into step with his pace.

“I did.” I answered, wondering why his actions seemed so otome game-esque. He nodded.

“So you know how to get me out of here?” He turned to me, eyes gazing. Gosh he’s such a pretty boy. I couldn’t tell him how to get him out if the game, because that would be so awkward.

“Well, sort of. There were hints, that’s all. The main hint was just play through the game.” I said. An objective popped up in my vision that said GET A FIVE STAR RATING ON A DATE AT THE CAFE.

“Hey there’s a Cafe… Over there… Let’s go sit down and talk?” I said, stumbling over my words. Very smooth (y/n), very smooth. I inwardly groaned. Inoo shrugged.

“Why not. It’s a pretty nice place, considering this is virtual reality and stuff.” He stated, walking with me to the small building. We walked in and a programmed woman greeted us and led us to a table. And as soon as we ordered drinks we started talking. By some magical event, we instantly clicked. It was slow but, the conversation began to flow perfectly.

“Did you see what Mrs. Harrison wore last week? It was horrible! And she dress coded me for wearing a jacket with ‘too many colors’ on it!” Inoo exclaimed, mimicking the voice of our teacher. I laughed hysterically, nodding.

“I saw it! I didn’t know that wearing all red could look so tacky until then!” I giggled, taking a sip of my coffee. He shook his head as the laughter died down.

OBJECTIVE COMPLETE. Five stars flashed in my visor. I smiled before glancing at the time.

“It’s getting late wow. I should head back… To the umm… Real world…” I blushed, embarrassed at how I worded that sentence. Inoo sighed waving his hand.

“I get it. I’ll just go back home. My house in this game is pretty fucking sweet if I’m being honest.” He smiled, though I could see a hint of sadness in it.

“I’ll be back soon. I’ll get you out of this game. I promise.” I nodded determined, pumping my fist. He pumped his fist back, mocking me slightly.

“See you, (y/n).” He gave me a large grin.

And with that I left the game, somehow even more in love with Inoo Kei.

“Shit.” I cursed as I pulled off the VR goggles, breathless. I stared at the machinery longingly, wanting to just stay there, talking to him. My heart throbbed. Am I seriously in love with him? Is this more than just me being infatuated by his good looks and adorable smile? I shook my head, the thoughts running through it.

“I need to talk to Yama.” I sighed, and pulled out my phone, where I had one missed message, from my dearest best friend.

From Yama-chan <3

-Heyyyyyyy (y/n) I was just wondering but could you figure out if u can screw someone in virtual reality? Because hey, I wouldn’t mind giving it a go if u really can.

He is disgusting. How does anyone see anything in him?

To Yama-chan <3

-You are disgusting.

From Yama-chan <3

-I love u too. Welcome back! How was ur date with mushroom boy- I mean Inoo?

I rolled my eyes.

To Yama-chan <3

-Great thanks. Better than this conversation we’re having

-We still going out to our weekly ice cream outings tomorrow?

From Yama-chan <3

-Ouch you wound me :(

-u bet we will. Some quality best friend time gurl.

-we should try that new place too!

To Yama-chan <3

-never use the word gurl again.

-sounds great. See you tomorrow loser

-love ya

I signed off after receiving a multitude of individual messages from Yama that all consisted only of the word “gurl”. I couldn’t help but groan. He is by far the most infuriating person is the world. I sighed and got ready to go to bed, ready for a brand new day. The day where I get ice cream with Yamada Ryosuke, the most infuriating person in the entire world. And hopefully another day with… Inoo Kei.

[jumpingkeito]

Hello! I'm looking forward to Part 2 of It's Just A Game! I thoroughly enjoyed it! Thank you!

You're in luck! My next post will be exactly that! ❤️ Thank you so so so much for waiting. I'm happy beyond words to see the support on this series. Lots of love xo

[jumpingkeito]

It's Just A Game! (Part One)

Title: It's Just A Game!

Pairing: Inoo/Reader/Yamada

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluff

A/N: This is a request from Anon: Inoo is trapped in an otome game and the reader has to get him out. And Yamada is the reader's friend.

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“Stupid computer! Just work already!” The mushroom haired boy frustratingly pounded his table when his PC would not start up properly. The screen began to flash blue.

“Finally!” The boy exclaimed, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Wait what the fu-?” And with that the boy was pulled into the computer, gone from reality.

...

It was a rare occasion, this day was. Popular boy Inoo Kei was absent from school. Oh, how his fanclub despaired. I, for myself, did admire the boy. Who wouldn't? He was cute, his smile made everyone smile, he had a strange hairstyle that he could somehow rock, and not to mention he could play the piano. Everyone knows that girls fall for musicians very easily. Nothing much changed because of Inoo's absence though. It was merely less louder than usual. Again, no Inoo, no fanclub. In fact, it was kind of peaceful. Not that my daily life changed anyway. I guess I was the loner at school. The senior that nobody knew.

Okay but that just makes my life look extremely depressing. Truth is, I'm fine with it that way. I'm already guaranteed to be enrolled into an Ivy League school, and pretty much a job is ready for me to. My future is set. And plus, I'm not completely lonely. I have friends. Well a friend.

But he was special. Speaking of him.

“Hey (y/n)!” He skipped up and clapped me on the shoulder, grinning widely. Pretty boy Yamada Ryosuke. You've probably heard of him haven't you? But of course you have! Hit song Moonlight? That's him. Once he graduates he's bound to be signed professionally. I heard rumors about boy band, something of the sorts. And maybe you're wondering how we even became friends. Well…

“Hey Yama.” I smiled back.

“How's my friend who I've known since I could remember been?” the boy cooed, pinching my cheeks, sporting his dorky grin. I waved him off, smiling as well. Yamada Ryosuke was my childhood friend, that's why I knew him. The entire school saw him as a cool boy, but I knew better.

“I'm doing well you dork.” I smacked him lightly, laughing. Yamada wrapped his arm around my shoulders and walked with me to the cafeteria, the both of us laughing and making jokes the entire way.

It was times like this where people actually paid attention to me. Since Yama was the most charismatic person I knew, he would always bring attention to himself, whether he wanted it or not. So the two of us walking arm in arm stirred up a lot of questions. Especially since hardly anyone seemed to be able to recognize who I was. Some knew me as that “smart nerd”. Nasty rumors always pop up but me and Yama brush it off. We've seen worst things before, the two of us. When we were younger we had made a cute promise, that we'd be each other's superheros. (Yama was obsessed with them, and influenced me) Naturally as we grew up we were still glued to the hip.

One of the favorite things we do together is when we pretend to be a couple to get couple deals at restaurants. Mischievous friends we were, but on the streets Yama will always, always get recognized by fans. And sometimes I felt truly lonely.

So when that happens, I go home, curl up in my favorite desk chair in my room, and download as many otome games as possible. You can call me obsessed, but otome games are my guilty pleasures. Of course, Yamada knows all about my obsession with these games, and judges me on them occasionally, but he's got his weird likings too, so that made us even. (I won't tell you what I they are though, he'd seriously kill me)

It just so happens that today is the release of a special indie otome game, the first virtual reality otome game to be released! (Well not the first, but the first ever like this one. Oh yeah, we live in a time where virtual reality is possible, and very realistic. Think, your favorite anime, or something. It's like that.) And naturally I bought it in a heartbeat. It was pricey though, so I had to sign up for more work shifts. But that's besides the point. I installed the game onto my computer, and plugged in the console to the PC. Slipping on my helmet and goggles, I could see nothing but darkness. My heart was beating, but I was ready to play. The startup screen appeared, and I pressed play.

The thing with this game is that you cannot design your own avatar. When you buy the game, they scan your appearance so that your character is exactly like you. I loved that concept though, especially because I disliked it when the main female character looks way different that you do, and you can't change it.

In the game I was playing as a student in a high school, and I was the new girl. When I walked around I bumped into a guy, who yelled at me.

“Be careful! I need to get out of here-” The boy stopped.

“Inoo?!” I exclaimed, eyes wide. Inoo stared back at me.

“Are you… Stuck here too?” He exclaimed, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me.

“What do you mean stuck here?? This is a virtual reality game!” I pulled away from him, confused. Does he play otome games? Don't tell me he swings that way!

“A game?” Inoo's eyes widened. ”What game?” he asked, eyes narrowing.

“A...a…” I blushed, lowering my voice to a whisper, ”Otome game.”

There was an awkward silence.

“I knew it! Oh father, thinking he can mess around with me!” Inoo groaned, turning around and punching the ground, watching as it shattered into pixels and then rearranging itself again. I was taken aback. I had no idea that the school’s little prince had such a temper, and a childish one too.

“Uhh, if you don't mind me asking, what are you doing playing this game?” I asked. He whipped his head to stare at me.

“I'm not playing. My father is the developer of this game, he decided to release one beta copy of the game and decided I would be the perfect candidate to play the male guy. So I got sucked into the stupid game.” He pursed his lips in anger.

I nodded my head slowly.

“So… That means you're stuck in this game… I see.” I nodded slowly.

“You are taking this way better than other people would, which is really weird. Anyway, who are you?” He asked.

I sighed.

“(y/n)... I'm in your class, you know.” I sighed. He just shrugged.

“Well then (y/n), you're gonna help me get out of this game. Look out for an email from the developers Kay? This is your mission now. Meanwhile… I'll just go and explore some more… I guess.” He sighed and walked away.

Logging out of the game, I was way too confused out of my mind to process what had happened.

“It's probably a dream…” I muttered. Just to make sure, I punched my table to see if it would become pixels, and not surprisingly, it did not, and my hand now hurt along with my head being confused.

Just as Inoo told me I would, my computer binged, notifying me of a new email. I clicked on it, and read through it.

Dear Miss (y/n),

you may not be aware, but you are actually the buyer of the only existing beta version of Doki Doki Gakuen: VR. Because of that we'd like to thank you, and we offer you a proposition. As it is a beta program, it is going through tests still even at this moment (do not fear, we are unable to monitor your game actions). And we'd like you to take part in the tests. All you have to do is play the game! If you'd already played, you probably have run into the main protagonist (who is your classmate, may I add). And he's probably told you about his situation. The process of capturing a human in a program is much to complicated for me to explain to you at this moment so we'll skip over those details. But if you are willing to take part in the tests, all you have to do is play the game and finish it. To finish it the protagonist must fall in love with you (and in completing it, Inoo will be free from the program as well). But it you refuse, we'll offer you a complete refund for the game and all its equipment, and we'll sell the beta program to someone else. If you do help us, we're offering you a free copy of the completed game when it comes out ,and payment for your services. If you do not reply to this email we will assume you've refused the proposal.

Sincerely, Inoo Takizawa

Hoshi Games Board of Directors

“What?” I gasped, even more confused. I mean, who wouldn't be? It's an email about a father trapping his son in a game and asking a girl to make said son fall in love with ME through a virtual reality game.

But under some strange impulse of excitement and adventure, I accepted the offer. I knew that it would be impossible to get Inoo to fall in love with me, but I wanted to play the game.

I guess I was just obsessed with otome games

[jumpingkeito]

Maybe implying it will be okay !!!! :3 I just want it to be like fluffy and cute and even a love triangle ! XD

Your wish is my command!! Look forward to the first part to come out. (yes there will be multiple parts :3)

[jumpingkeito]

Can I request a bit of a smutty reader x Inoo fic where Inoo is trapped in an otome game that the lonely otome game loving reader downloads, must try to get him out of the game. And Yamada is reader’s classmate

I'm sorry! I'd love to write this. The concept sounds amazing but there's one problem. I do not write smut. I can imply it, but I can't write it out. But if you still want me to write this without the smut scenes then send me another ask! I'm all for it :)

[jumpingkeito]

Th fact that people still follow me when I don't post is absolutely mind blowing.

I hit 200! おめでとう

Ahhh what did I do to deserve this?

Thank you so so so so so much!

I've been traveling lately and focusing on non-jump stories (that I poured my heart into writing) but I hope to push out more of my works!

[jumpingkeito]

It’s (Not) Destiny (Part 3)

Title: It’s Not Destiny (Part 3) Pairing: Hikaru/Reader/Yabu Genre: Angst, Soulmate AU  Rating: PG-13

A/N: FINAL PART PREPARE YOUR HEARTS. MAN I ALMOST CRIED AS I FINISHED WRITING IT!! Part One || Part Two

Honestly, you were tired of everything. Your best friend kept avoiding you, and you could not see Yabu without having the need to cry. So what does a depressed girl do, ice cream and chick flicks? Not for you.

“And so, I’ll never have a soulmate for the rest of my life.” You lamented to the bartender, downing the only-god -knows number of shots. “Unless I steal him from my best friend, which isn’t happening.” You let out a loud, drunken sob, crying to the silent bartender.  “There you are!” Hika exclaimed, rushing in.  “Oh, Hika! Come drink with me!” You waved.  “Nope. You’ve had enough.”Hika said, paying the bartender before pulling you out from the quiet bar. Using his spare key, your best friend unlocked the door to your apartment and placed you on the couch, where you slowly dozed off. “Idiot…” Hika sighed, staring at you fondly before leaving. 

“Damnit.” You groaned, waking up with a splitting headache. Fragmented memories of the previous night flashed through your head, but you were unable to piece them together.  “I was probably having a pity party, again. I should stop doing this.” You murmured, before feeling nauseous and taking off to the bathroom. A great start to probably one of the worst and best days of school in your life. 

“Hey, (y/n).” Nina approached you. You smiled softly, although a little hesitant, since you weren’t sure how to talk to her properly yet. Who are you kidding, it’s your best friend! “What’s up Nina?” You asked.  “Umm… Listen, (y/n). Don’t take this wrongly but…” She took a deep breath. “But…?” You coaxed her.  “IwantyoutotellYabuthathe’syoursoulmate.” she spat out in a string of incoherable words.  “Huh?” you furrowed your brows, extremely confused, “say that again, but slowly.” 

“I want you to tell Yabu… That… He’s… your…. uh…. soulmate.” She finished off, heaving hard, looking as if a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. 

It took you some time to process what she had said.  “What?!?! And you’re okay with that?” you exclaimed, much to loudly, bringing some attention to the two of you. Your eyes widened and you ducked down a little, trying to shake of all the eyes staring.  “Honestly…” Nina said, once the students had stopped staring, “no. I’m not.” she admitted, her expression sheepish.  “Then why?” You asked, confusion all over your face. 

Nina sighed. “No relationship will work out if something is hidden. If you tell him, at least you can remain friends.”  “Right. Be friends with your soulmate, who, by the way, rejected you and is dating your best friend. Sounds like a plan.” You shot back, sarcasm dripping from your voice. 

“Maybe better than dating someone who isn’t your soulmate, while knowing that your soulmate IS DEAD!” She shouted, and the hall turned to us again. Nina looked down, obviously hurt. You grimaced. 

“Listen… Nina I’m sorry, I was just overly frustrated, I didn’t mean it.” you apologized.  “No… It’s fine.” She took a deep breath, “I’m sorry for trying to help.” she glared at you and stormed away, leaving you staring after her, regret flooding your face. “Nina! I- damn it.” You groaned, a pit forming in your stomach. Not just from the hangover, but from the guilt. 

“(y/n)?” That voice called out to you, saying your name with a beautiful lilt in their voice. With a small sigh, you turned around.  “Yes Yabu, is there something wrong?” you responded, his name spilling through your lips like melted butter. A forced the small blush in your cheeks to disappear.  ‘Gosh… he’s perfect.’ you gushed.  “Have you seen Nina?” the man said, and the fantasy you had created in your head came crashing down. You stiffened up, but nodded.  “She left that way and she’s a little upset… Completely my fault.” You sighed, expression somber. “When you find her tell her that I’m sorry for being an insensitive idiot.”  Yabu nodded, the kindest smile on his face.”Will do.” he said, before walking off towards the direction where you best friend had run off to. 

You clutched your chest, feeling your heart beat erratically. The beating slowly morphed to a painful throb as your silently reminded yourself that he was not yours. That you were a loose tie. Alone.  “Happy endings are reserved for kind princesses and princes… Not drunken maids.” you laughed bitterly, dragging yourself to your next class. 

But Nina’s words continued to echo in your head. Throughout classes, at home, while studying, in your dreams, and as you woke up for the next day.  “Tell him.” you heard your best friend say in your head. The more you pondered over it, the more her words began to make sense to you.  “So that at least I’ll have no more secrets weighing me down.” you murmured, as the truth of what Nina was really trying to tell you came to life. 

“Hey Yabu? Do you have a moment. I’d like you talk to you.” You interrupted the conversation he was having with Nina outside the campus building. Nina smiled as you gave her a knowing look. “I’ll be off then. See you later.” She waved and walked off. Yabu waved back before turning to you. “So, what did you want to tell me?”  The nerves began to take hold of you, and you found yourself tongue tied.  Just do it, you told yourself, taking a deep breath. 

“Yabu. I’m going to go straight to the point.” you said. “You’re my soulmate.” Yabu’s lips parted in mild shock.  “Don’t say anything, please. I know, Nina is your soulmate. Please, stay with her and make her happy… I’ll… Try to move on so we can stay friends. Although easier said than done.” You giggled, trying to force down the painful sob that threatened to pour from your eyes and sting your throat. Yabu nodded, kind eyes taking pity on you. “You’re a really good person (y/n)… I know how this probably feels to you and-”  I cut him off. “Remember, don’t say anything.” You smiled, and walked off, silent tears spilling from your eyes. Once you were out of earshot you broke into uncontrollable sobs. You collapsed against the side wall, trembling. Curling up into a ball, you pulled out your cell phone with shaking hands, and did the first thing you thought of doing. 

3:34 PM  Hikka-chan <3  From: (y/n)  I need you Please come

It didn’t take long. You remember his strong, warm hands picking you up gently, carrying you bridal style to his car. You cried into his hoodie, breathing in his scent. You remember he comforted in the safety of his home, warm tea being brewed. He pulled you into a hug just as the timer on the tea brewer went off, and he let you go. It was cold. But he quickly returned, hugging you again, handing you a warm cup of tea. The hug was safe, and you spilled your guts to him, all your emotions.  You remember asking him who would give you love, staring deeply into his warm eyes. He gave you this incomprehensible look and placed his lips on yours. Emotions raced through your head, but you realized that you didn’t hate it, and kissed back, pouring all the pain of the day into that one passionate kiss. A kiss filled with love, and nothing more, nothing less. 

Hika’s smile after the two of you parted left you with a lot of questions.  “Are you-?”  “No, you are not my soulmate.” Hika laughed, “or else it would have been impossible for me to stay merely friends with your for eight whole year.” a small smile lit up your face, just like he managed to do every time.  “I’m a loose tie, met my soulmate somewhere random, but she already had found hers.” His eyes saddened, an emotion you’ve become familiar with the past few months.  “But, in the days where I met you, and spent time with you, I realized that soulmates aren’t always your meant-to-be. That the system is flawed.” He grinned.  “How so?” You asked, your voice soft as if asking so was a crime.  “Because… As the years passed i realized, that I had fallen in love with you instead. Someone who isn’t my soulmate.” 

Your lips parted, and again the whirlwind of emotions fled through you. But a sensation tugging at your heartstrings left you with an understanding of what your truly wanted.  “(Y/n)… What do you want?” he asked, voice small, yet gentle as he gazed at you endearingly. You wrapped your arms around him, feeling safe once more.

“Teach me how to love… How to move on… How to start anew… How to be with you.” You whispered into his chest. Hika smiled, pulling you away from him, gazing at you with a look that you would never forget.  With two words the boy you would learn to love made you a promise, 

“I will.” 

[jumpingkeito]

It's (Not) Destiny

Prepare your hearts for the last part dearies!! If it doesn't come out sometime this week I allow you to yell at me for it. It's fully written up, I just have to transfer it online and post it ❤️❤️❤️ thanks for being patient with me!! (and to those who gave me a kind little nudge or reminder)