“You know you didn’t have to kiss her to give her your blessing, right?”
—Athena to Hermes, probably
haha! here you go, my lovely (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)
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Hermes giggles to himself, trying to ignore the soft blush on his cheeks. He watches you fondly from high above, laying on his stomach in a bed of clouds with his feet in the air, kicking away as his hands hold up his chin.
“You know you didn’t have to kiss her to give her your blessing, right?” Athena materialises beside him, standing in her tall, proud height.
“I don’t know~” Hermes sing-songs, grinning widely at the narrowed look his half-sister gives him from beneath the shadow of her helmet.
“No, you didn’t,” Athena rolls her eyes and sighs, looking down as you silently talk with some strangely coloured animals that Hermes must have allowed onto the island with you. Hermes finally laughs aloud, finding her irritation amusing.
“Maybe so, but what’s the fun in that?~”
“This isn’t about fun, Hermes,” Athena sighs exasperatedly, rubbing at her temples through her helmet whilst avoiding the sight of the messenger God’s cheeky smile, “Your actions could very well have endangered Odysseus and her,”
“But she is under my protection now,” Hermes’ grin doesn’t falter, confident in his ability to protect you by warding off any enemy, “ease up, darling~” Hermes coos, flying up in his front-laying position so that his head was level with Athena’s and he could look her in the eye with just a slight tilt of his head. “And there isn’t a chance I’ll let any danger come to her,” Hermes looks down at you fondly once again as Athena huffs.
“Don’t tell me you’ve grown fond of her to this extent already,”
“There’s no question about it!” Hermes giggles and throws his arms up in a gleeful cheer, righting himself vertically, before turning his full attention onto Athena. The goddess of wisdom is, somewhat, taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanour, there was almost a threat hidden in his glowing eyes, “I’ve already given her my blessing, after all. Whoever dares harm her from now on will be answering to me,”
“But why?” Athena presses, always one to ask for an explanation; her mind simply can’t comprehend how capricious Hermes’ actions are, “Because she’s a great traveller from another world? Can it only be that?”
“Why can’t it ‘only’ be that?” Hermes tilts his head coyly, playing with her reasoning.
“Because you kissed her—”
Hermes laughs with his full body, clutching at his stomach as his knees tuck up and curl him into a compressed ball of laughter, “You’re always so serious~” Hermes whips the tears from his eyes.
“Answer me!”
“Alright alright! Don’t get your subligar in a twist~” Athena gives him an unamused look, growing all the more irritated when he has to suppress a giggle once more, “I admit, the fair maiden has very kissable-looking lips, I just couldn’t resist stealing a taste~”
Athena splutters, “Wha—?!”
“She’s also very cute and very delicious,” Hermes smirks to himself as he slowly traces his lips with his tongue. His eyes look distant as he remembers the softness and sweetness of you, “My~ I’ve never tasted something so sweet before. But shush!” Athena watches in shock as Hermes puts a finger to his lips in a hushing motion, “Don’t tell Dionysus! He might get jealous when he finds out I’ve found something tastier than his grapes and wine,”
Hermes giggles as Athena rolls her eyes.
“Just don’t harass the poor girl,” Athena looks at you with sympathy.
“I’m afraid I can’t make such promises, darling~” Hermes smirks to himself, “now that I’ve had a taste, I simply can’t get enough!”
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a/n : I'M JUST A HERMES SIMP, OKAY?! DON'T JUDGE ME! I DIDN'T MEAN TO WRITE 500 WORDS OF THIS!
BF TEXTS ! except you keep threatening to expose him part 2!!
⤷ light yagami x fem!reader
first part !
a/n: TQ FOR READING THE FIRST PARTTTTT i was so scared itd get like 2 likes bc i never see anyone write dn let alone dn smaus BUT I WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE ALL THE COMMENTS ILY GUYS
Gang did you use AI for the dazai x oda type reader fic? No offense but with the short lines, rule of thirds, excessive use of quiet,, and the shallow yes no banter with no real depth to it, thats kinda what it's giving..
Sorry for the kind of 'emotionless shallow' feeling, I wanted it to give some sort of empty feeling bc of the whole reminiscing scene, trust I do write with much depth! I just wanted to try and capture dazai's perspective.
I do write in short lines because that was just the way I have been writing since (or maybe it is just much more easier, and also(?) I do not wanna overwrite).
I did not watch out for the excessive use of certain words since I was rushing and didn't bother to proofread to post other fics (which i'm deeply sorry for, I would have used a Thesaurus to avoid excessive use of words) I have in my drafts and finally write my og ideas, As much as i love writing, I will never use ai, hope this clears out everything you have in mind! Bye bye
The creeps proposing!? Like actually tying the knot. With rings and flowers??? Or maybe not. How does a serial killer even propose!?
Featured creeps: Jeff, BEN, Lj, Toby, Ej, Liu, Helen, Candypop, Jason the toymaker
No canon gender reader, but fem presenting. 'Princess, my lady' used in BEN and Lj's. However in candypop's and Jason is is fem intended due to both being canonly into women.
Jeff
Arguing.
And it wasn't just any argument. It was the kind that makes you question if the relationship is worth it. You don't even remember why you were arguing, it was that bad. Voices were raised, clothes hanging off, room a mess. One argument led to another, and you made a jab about his commitment. He knows he has a hard time comminting. Not out of laziness but out of fear of losing what he has. So when you said something about it he paused for a split second, before digging around in his hoodie pocket and pulling out something too small to see. "Fucking marry me then. I'll show you commitment." Before you could register the object was coming at you, you quickly caught it. A ring, white with a ruby looking gem. It was insanely beautiful.
How did he get his hands on this. "Thats not a gem. Thats my fucking blood." He said, panting, he looked so agitated but in his posture, his face you could see it. The fear. The panic. The desperation. He was afraid of being rejected. Still in an angry haze, you stuffed it on. "I will. I love it!" You shouted it, voice still shaking with anger but now also, excitement and worry.
He stalked over quickly, grabbing your jaw with his pale leathery fingers. Seconds later he slammed his mouth on yours, immediately pushing his tongue into your mouth. It was a kiss full of anger, it was hot, and very passionate. Jeff was best at showing his feelings through his actions. Your hands came up to pull him closer by the hoodie strings, his other hand cupping the back of your head. "You better. You are not allowed to leave me." He panted against your mouth, his grip on you tightened. "Had...that eyeless bastard create it. Some kind of blood seal crap. And 'm gonna get yours too." He dug in his pocket for his favorite kitchen knife. As he held it your neck the blade shimmered. You swallowed hard but found yourself nodding. He tore off his hoodie fully, grabbing a vial that was tucked beneath it. He slid the blade across your delicate skin, beads of blood instantly bubbling up as he transfered the crimson liquid to the vial. As soon as he got it, he was vibrating with excitement and latched his mouth to the mark, tongue tracing it, collecting the essence. "Mine."
Ben
He was being more of clingy than usual. All day every day for the past week he's been practically attached to you. A few days ago you had enough and nearly screamed at him for some space. His ears dropped abd you instantly felt bad but you needed a break. He just glitched away without a word. Since then you've had your peace but the guilt ate at you, you missed his jokes, terrible attempts at flirting, even his murderous glares he gives his victims. Maybe you pushed him too far. Your fear grew more when he told you to come to his room tonight. Through text.
Dread flooded your whole body. What have you done. When you entered his room, it was completely different. There were a bunch of NPC like characters from various Nintendo games, the room looked like a scene straight out of a video game but the scenery was horrifying red. Your eyes snapped up, you saw him in an actual suit of armor. The majors mask partially covered his face while he sat on the curve of the moon from legend of Zelda. Your mouth opened and closed a few times, and he landed right in front of you. He pulled the mask away, a big goofy ass grin plasterd to his face. He then bowed on one knee, grabbing your hand. "Ben what are you doing? Look I'm really sorry about the other day..." you began to apologize, regret pouring out of you but he silenced you by holding a gloved hand up. He then cleared his throat. "Will you, my princess ______ become my queen, and take my bloodied hand in a marriage ceremony?" You thought he was joking but his earnest expression and trembling hand told you otherwise.
He pulled out a shiny green ring from hid helmet and held it up to you like its his newborn son. "This jewel–shit," he fumbled, nearly dropping it before holding it back up. "This emerald will bound us, together, and..." He paused. "Fuck I forgot whats next." He was stuttering over his words, it was so cute. He's such a dork. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his mouth. "I will." The tips of his pointy eare turned red, the rows of his sharp teeth on full display. He glitched like crazy before picking you up and attempting to Disney spin. The NPC's clapped but as glitchy and nervous as he was he toppled over with you in his arms. The room instantly flashed back to his room. You two laid on the bed staring at the fnaf poster on his ceiling. His room. You wouldn't have it any other way.
L - Jack
He has been sneaking around so much lately. Pushing you to your limit. You nearly suspected him of cheating so you went to confront him.
Upon opening the door to his room, you were met with cold darkness. "What the hell!?" You tripped but something long caught you, sitting you in some kind of chair. Then, a spotlight came to the center of thr room where a box lay, you recognize immediately as Jack's box. "Jack come on, what are you doing this isnt funny." As soon as those words left your mouth a voice spoke, "Its a wonderful moment i take upon myself to tell my lady how much she means to my silly clown life." You could hear it clear as day, it was Jack's voice. A few seconds of eerie silence then like a Canon, Jack jumped from his box, monochrome confetti all over the place. You coughed, slapping it out of your face with your hands. "Jack what are you doing?" You narrow your eyes, this felt different then his other surprises. He walked over to you, slow, long arms dragging across the floor due to his hunched posture. "My dearest." He said, smiling so that his sharp teeth and long tongue were visible. It was honestly frightening so you leaned back but he grabbed the back of your chair preventing any further movement.
"This is a human custom. You are a human. I will graciously get down on my knee for you." He chuckled his signature creepy chuckle. Your heart began to pound, was he doing what you think he's doing. Seconds later he got on both his knees, holding out a monochrome ring. "This my sweetheart, is for you." He booped your nose with his claw. "Jack are you asking me to...marry you?" You say quietly, hands gripping the elbow rests on the chair. "I am asking you to spend the rest of eternity with me, my dearest. I am offering you so much more than marriage." He explained, tilting his head. Thats why he's been so weird lately. "I...accept." those two words was all that needed to be said. He began laughing loud and stood up doing some kind of performer twirl. You swore his whole atmosphere changed to rainbow for a second. "Darling dearest, my sweet gumdrop you have no idea how this pleases me." He nodded, grabbing your hand with his sharp claws and sliding the ring down your finger.
Toby
Things have been so weird with him lately. Like, 'what are we?' Kinda weird. Like for example a few weeks ago he was pretty distant, hardly any communication at all. Until tonight when you thought it was over he came knocking on your door at midnight. He was still fully dressed, a contrast to your comfortable nightclothes. His hair was a mess, his body twitching all over. His eyes were were displaying so many emotions you thought they were about to change color.
"Toby whats-" you started but he cut across, voice even raspier then usual. "I tried. I tried s-so h-hard." He was panting. He looked so exhausted after saying that, to the point he actually fell to his knees. He snatched you by the waist and pressed his face into your stomach. You let out a small gasp and put one hand on his head, in which he tensed slightly before relaxing against your stomach. He was a shaking mess. "I tried so fucking hard. I tried to stay away from you but you dug your way into my fucked up h-h-heart." His voice was muffled due to being buried in your stomach. "I knew i was getting to close and and I was scared. I was so i was so fucking scared. I needed to see what life was without you again...see if I was ready. It was horrible." He was a babbling mess. "Please marry me." He said quietly. That made you freeze on the spot, did he just...? He pulled back his eyes brimming with actual tears. "Please marry me i don't...I cant imagine not having you in my fucked up life anymore and I dont want to."
You looked right at him, those eyes brimming with desperation, the way his arms felt like steel bands around your waist. "Oh f-f-fuck the ring." He said suddenly, one arm released you while he dug in his jeans pocket and pulled out a metal ring, an orange gem right in the middle. You never thought you'd be proposed to like this, your head spun slightly. Were you sacred? Excited? You couldn't tell but you could tell that he needed this. You slowly nodded and the second you did he yanked your hand down, fumbling while trying to put the ring on. Then he surprised you yet again pressing a kiss to the ring that sat on your finger.
E - Jack
Marriage has been a thing on your mind for awhile now. You feel kinda cheesy about it. But you genuinely want to spend the rest of your life with him. Today you were sitting with him in the living room while he drank black coffee staring off into the abyss. You were reading a book, it was one of those quiet moments, the peaceful kind that made you think, this is what I need in life.
Your eyes drifted from your book, to him. You wondered do demons propose? Would Jack ever marry you? A million thoughts kept flashing through you until he turned to you, startling you. "I can feel you staring. Is there something on your mind?" He asked quietly. You shook your head, a blush spreading across your face as you tried to hide behind your book. He held uo a hand to pull it away. "Liar. Talk to me." For a few moments you were silent, then, "I...was wondering what are your thoughts on marriage?" As soon as you finished talking you regretted it. You clapped your mouth shut feeling horrified. When he didn't respond you clear your throat. "Marriage...with me." His eyeless gaze bore into your face. "Would you like me to marry you? Ever since I became what I am, I learned mating-" his large hand slide down to your stomach. "-was the human equivalent of marriage." His thumb brushed over your belly button.
It felt like fire was pulsing through you. In a flash he was on top of you, tail out and swaying behind him. You let out a small squeal. "If you want a traditional human wedding, just say the word...if you want my version of forever..." He trailed off, hands coming up to grip your wrists above your head, but in a soft almost caressing way. You were burning now, nodding like a bobble head. "Then angel, will you marry me?" He asked, claw trailing down your side. "Yes." You say, almost a whisper.
Liu
You were baking in the kitchen, humming to yourself wearing some loose apron. Life with Liu and Sully was far from easy but its had its moments. While stirring you felt warm arms wrap around your torso from behind, and a head fall on your shoulder.
"Hey sweetie." Liu said softly in your ear, evidently exhausted. You looked over your shoulder, "Hey, babe." Your voice was cheerful and affectionate like usual, even though you could sense his distress you knew how to keep the mood comfortable for him. "I love you so much...how you put up with me and my crazy life. Fucked up family and brain." He sighed, hugging you tighter and you hum in response. "I like this life...a lot." He whispers swaying you lightly. "Me too." You responded, laying your head against his chest and shoulders, he shivered. "I'm not easy to get along with..." He continued, his body behind you tensing slightly. "But I don't want you to leave me." You blinked, confused. "Liu what are you talking about? I have no reason to leave you. I need you." When you said that you could feel his heart rate pick up.
"Dammit don't say things like that." He huffed, burying his face in your neck. "Please stay with me." His hands tightened around your waist, sliding down to your stomach. "Of course, why would I ever leave?" Lost, you tried to look at me but all you could see was his messy brown hair. A few seconds later he spun you to face him, green eyes searching yours, the stitches on his face painting his past. He slid to the floor, "_____, please marry me." He said it breathlessly, pulling a dual green silver sing from his shirt. Your jaw dropped, was this seriously happening. A sense of delight flooded through your entire body and you were nodding before saying a word. He looked so relived and starter just pressing wordless kisses to your hand.
Helen
He attempted to be normal today.
But nothing ever goes right for Helen.
First he tried to take you to the movies but it made him feel icky being around so many people, the mess, everything. So he tried to take you to the art gallery but the moment he left you alone to use the bathroom you were cornered by creeps and of course he dragged them off and drained them like some vampire. He tried ending the night with a dinner, a fancy open roof diner but it all went wrong. The waiters flirted with you all night, even if you didn't reciprocate, they made jabs at his name for being feminine. And as if it couldn't get worse, it began to rain.
He snapped, grabbing his weapon and just slaughtering everyone there. Sirens were heard in the distance and he was soaked in blood. The rain did little to wash away the evidence of his crime. It plasterd your clothes and hair to your body though. "Darling I tried to be normal." He said suddenly collapsing onto the floor just staring, eyes looking rather dead. You hesitantly walked over, sitting next to him as the sirens got louder. "Its alright. I know." You mutter quietly dropping your head to his shoulder. He gripped his pants, his face twisting into disdain but at his own self. "Do you still want to be with me? Do you still love me even after you see what kind of life you must live?" He whispered, a dejected plea in his voice. You lift your head to look into his eyes, his pale and perfectly structured face that was blood splattered, his cool tones blue eyes. "Its a price I'm willing to pay my love." When you said that he let out a deep breath, digging in his pockets.
"I wanted to make this moment percect, but it seems perfection eludes me today." He pulled out a shimmering blue ring. "_____, my darling. Please marry me." He declared, staring at you so intense your face flushed. You nodded and he gently grabbed your left hand, his touch was so soft for someone who just took a dozen lives. The sirens sounded like they were right below, flashing lights danced across the bloody scene. After he slipped the ring on you went to wipe blood from his lip but he tugged your wrist away and pushing his mouth against yours, his lips felt like they were molded perfectly to fit yours, the taste of the blood making your head spispun. The lights and sirens now blaring. His hand kept hold of your wrist, his other cupping the back of your head.
Candypop
You never expected marriage from him. He never once thought of it, then again he never did think he'd have a partner either. So as soon as you got with him you already knew not to expect it.
He's known for his surprises
He took you to the underworld, he was a demon after all. You have never been then and quite frankly you never wanted to be. Every demon was interested in your pure soul, and lower creatures literally went blind from your light. He took you to his chamber, after dodging multiple oh his weird family which he promised you, you'll get to meet next time. He sat right on his large multi-colored throne beckoning you to sit on his knee. You stumbled going uo the slippery stairs but of course he held out a gloved hand to catch you. Once seated he leaned back, "We need to talk." Was all he said. Nervously you looked at him, not only was him taking you here weird as fuck but "wanting to talk" wasn't in his vocabulary.
"You are mine." He declared, boredly tracing his nail on the arm of his throne. "Yes, we are in a relationship." You stated the obvious, watching him trace the intricate design. "But you're not really hmm?" He used his finger to turn your jaw, your eyes landing on him. His long blue hair was out of its usual ponytail. It was almost ethereal. "Candy what are you talking about?" You murmured, shuddering under his stare. "It means I must make you my wife." You gaped. "Wife?" You repeated. "Yes wife. You are my person." He grinned wide looking completely terrifying. You blinked multiple times, trying to process everything. "Though demons marry through some kind of ceremony so you will have to take part in this grand thing." He waved a hand. For once he wasn't joking, he was serious. Serious candypop was something you'd never thought you'd live to see.
"Do you accept? Or do I have to take other measures..." his voice grew slightly sinister in which you quickly nodded. "Yes what, yes you accept or yes-" you cut him off. "Yes I accept." He laughed, a creepy laugh. "Just teasing jingles." He quickly kissed your cheek, leaving you a confused but blissful mess.
Jason
Today was one of those quiet days, it was raining, you had a sweater tossed on, laptop in your lap. Not at all dressed up, but this was his favorite way to see you.
Jason came home today, a little later and looked immensely satisfied to see you sitting alone and quiet. Usually you'd expect him to enjoy fancy donr ups and dresses. He silently took off his shoes, and walked over. He made sure to clean up before coming home to you. He crouched beside you. "Hey how was work?" You asked not taking your eyes off your screen. You knew of his "work" but thankfully he never went into detail. He grabbed your chin and looked you right in the eyes, thumb subtly stroking your chin. "Something wrong?" You tilt your head in confusion.
"_____. I've been thinking, you mean quite a lot to me." He murmured, taking off his hat, holding it out to you. "You've made me feel safe and wanted despite what I am. You're the only person I can trust with my mind and body." He continued sliding his hand from your chin to hold yours. He brought it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your hand. The he grips it tightly. "Will you, marry me? Will you stay with me forever?" He gestures to the hat so you take your free hand and pull out a hand crafted gold ring with emerald and rubies around it. He lifted the hand he's holding and slides the ring on.
"Yes." You say quietly, admiring the ring on your finger, you cant believe this is really happening, you look down to see him staring right back at you, you don't miss the darkness that flashes behind his honey colored eyes. "Wonderful, wonderful my future wife." He murmured, his grip telling of possession, and triumph. He brushes your hair from your face, a tender gesture compared to his terrifying expression right now.
It is the moment you've all been waiting for! My lovely batlings i present to you the proposal. Its long as fuck too omg. Might do the wedding too 👀. Anyway I hope you enjoyed! Let me know you're favorite!!!
Synopsis : Wherein, Dazai remembers Odasaku in Reader
Pairing : Dazai Osamu x Gn! Reader
Wc. 1,190
Tw. Mentions of suicide (non-graphic, largely in a joking context), themes of death and grief, emotional discussions about loss, identity, and self-worth, and references to mental health struggles. Overall, this is a reflective, character-focused scene with a bittersweet tone.
A/n : Dazai x Gn! Reader who reminds him of Odasaku wins the poll, i may write the first option in the future! Will do the last two reqs in my box and back to to og ideas, for the meanwhile, Dazai kins, this is for you!
Masterlist
The Armed Detective Agency office had already gone quiet for the night. No arguing, no paperwork rustling, no Kunikida yelling about plans. Just the soft ticking of the clock on the wall, like even it was tired.
Dazai Osamu sat by the window, one arm hanging over the back of his chair. Outside, Yokohama’s lights glowed across the dark like scattered stars. He stared at them like he was waiting for them to talk back.
“Ahh… what a perfect night for dramatic thinking.”
He leaned his chair back a little too far on purpose, like he wanted someone to react.
“Or maybe,” he added, “a perfect night for a double suicide. Sadly, everyone keeps saying no to me. So rude.”
You didn’t look up from where you were sitting nearby.
“Maybe it’s because nobody wants to die with you.”
Dazai gasped loudly, like he was hurt.
“How cruel! And I thought I was charming.”
“It’s more like annoying,” you said.
“That hurts even more,” he said, still smiling.
For a moment, there was just quiet again. Dazai didn’t say anything, which was unusual for him.
Then, “You know,” he said suddenly, turning his head slightly toward you, “you remind me of someone.”
You looked up. “That sounds suspicious.”
“Good. It should.”
“…That’s not comforting.”
Dazai smiled a little wider. “That’s the point.”
He turned back to the window, resting his cheek on his hand.
“Odasaku used to say things that sounded simple.”
You stayed quiet.
“I used to think he was boring,” Dazai said. “He said things like everything was easy. Like people could just… choose to be better.”
“That doesn’t sound boring,” you said.
“It was,” he said quickly. “At the time.”
A short pause
“…And he was right,” he added, quieter.
You didn’t interrupt him,
“He never tried to change me,” Dazai said. “He never acted like I was a problem to fix. He just looked at me like I was… me.”
He tapped his fingers on the chair.
“That’s all.”
The room stayed quiet again.
“He told me,” Dazai said, “to be on the side that saves people.”
He let out a small laugh, but it didn’t sound happy.
“Funny advice to give someone like me.”
“Then why did you listen?” you asked.
That made him stop for a second.
Not joking, Not smiling wider, Just still.
“…Because it was him,” Dazai said.
You nodded a little, like that made sense even if it was heavy.
Dazai sighed and leaned back again, like he was trying to shake off the feeling.
“You’re kind of like him,” he said suddenly.
You frowned. “That sounds like a problem.”
“It is,” he said easily.
“Excuse me?”
He pointed at you. “You don’t react the way most people do.”
“What does that mean?”
“You don’t laugh at everything. You don’t panic. You just… watch.”
“That’s normal.”
“For you maybe,” he said.
You rolled your eyes. “So I’m just supposed to laugh at your suicide jokes?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Rude.”
He grinned like he liked that answer anyway.
A short silence followed, Then his voice got softer.
“Odasaku is gone.”
No jokes this time, Just a fact.
You looked down a little. “I know.”
“But sometimes,” he said, still looking out the window, “I meet people who make me think he would be happy with how I’m still here.”
You didn’t answer right away,
“That sounds like you miss him,” you said finally.
“I do,” Dazai said right away. “Every day.”
The quiet came back, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, Just calm.
After a while, Dazai stood up and stretched, “Okay,” he said suddenly, back to normal again. “I’m emotionally tired.”
“You didn’t do anything,” you said.
“That’s what makes it worse.”
He pointed at you. “I need payment.”
“No.” You pretended to pry him away,
“Food.”
“I knew it.”
Dazai smiled like nothing heavy had just happened at all.
“Emotional talks should come with snacks.”
“That’s not a rule.”
“It is now.”
You sighed and stood up.
“Fine. But you’re paying.”
Dazai gasped. “Cruel world…”
As you walked toward the door, he followed, hands in his pockets, acting normal again.
But his voice was a little softer when he spoke next.
“…Thanks.”
You glanced at him. “For what?”
“For listening,” he said simply.
Then he smiled again, light and easy like always, and walked out like nothing had changed at all.
ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis, chigiri hyoma, yukimiya kenyu, otoya eita, kunigami rensuke, aiku oliver, and hiori yo
isagi yoichi
he always jogs across the street instead of walking. like he could just stroll like a normal human being, but no – he has to do that half-jog, half-speedwalk thing with his backpack bouncing on his shoulder. every time he does it you’re like: oh wow. i’m in love with an excitable golden retriever.
he pushes his hair back with his palm when he’s concentrating, and it always falls back down immediately. he gets so frustrated with it, muttering under his breath. you’re sitting there watching him struggle like “yes. fight your bangs. battle them. i love you.”
he sits with his legs spread like he owns the couch, then automatically pulls you between them so your back is against his chest. he doesn’t even think about it, it’s muscle memory at this point.
when he laughs too hard, he bends forward with his hands on his knees like a boy in PE class. it sends you into cardiac arrest every time.
he gets excited telling you about soccer and starts using his hands to mime plays in the air, accidentally hitting you at least once per demonstration. “oh– sorry babe, wait look at this angle though–”
he’s always warm. ALWAYS. you touch him and it’s like hugging a fresh laundry pile. he has the audacity to be confused when you cling to him. “you feel nice” you admit, and he gets red in the ears for the rest of the day.
itoshi rin
he leans on walls. constantly. he can’t just stand normally like a person. he crosses his arms, ankle over ankle, leaning back like he’s posing for a magazine cover. the worst part is he’s not doing it on purpose – that’s just how he exists.
he always looks down slightly when talking to you, that intense eye contact while he tilts his head just a little. it makes your brain short-circuit every time.
he has a habit of scoffing and looking away when he’s flustered. the most boyish, tsundere little “tch.” you live for it.
he types aggressively. full anger. thumbs of steel. you hear every single tap. you ask him what’s wrong and he goes “nothing.” which is rin language for “i’m thinking about how much i like you and i’m malfunctioning.”
when he’s listening to you talk, he bends down slightly so he can hear you better. he doesn’t say anything about it, but his eyebrows soften just the tiniest bit. you could combust.
he wears black and white, but somehow still looks like the hottest man alive every single day. his boyish version of affection is giving you his jacket without announcing it, just silently placing it on your shoulders and walking away like it’s nothing.
itoshi sae
he pretends not to care about anything, but gets lowkey competitive in the cutest ways. you say something like “i bet you can’t make that shot blindfolded” and suddenly he’s actually doing it.
he always drives with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh. doesn’t even look at you when he does it. just casually ends your life.
his voice gets soft when he talks to you. everyone else gets the monotone “i’m bored of everything” tone. you? he lowers his voice a little, leans in slightly, speaks slower. you hate how much you love it.
he rolls up his sleeves when he’s focused or irritated. you might actually pass out watching him do it.
he has this habit of reaching out to fix something on you (hair, collar, necklace) without comment. just a quick touch, head tilted slightly, then back to whatever he was doing. meanwhile you’re dying internally.
when he laughs, like a real laugh, he puts a hand over his face for a second as if he’s embarrassed that he finds something funny. that little flash of boyish vulnerability is your roman empire.
nagi seishiro
he drapes himself over you like he’s a big sleepy cat. if you’re sitting, he’s lying down with his head in your lap. if you’re lying down, he’s laying half on top of you. no in-between.
he gives you that little lazy grin when he sees you – the one where only one side of his mouth lifts. you swear you feel your heart physically flip every time.
when he wants your attention, he pokes your cheek with one finger. just boop. “hey. look at me.” you always fold.
he lifts his shirt slightly to scratch his stomach, exposing his abs for absolutely no reason. you stare. he notices. he smirks. “like what you see?” menace.
he always carries things for you without saying anything – bags, jackets, whatever. he’ll just take them out of your hands, sling them over his shoulder, and yawn.
when he’s playing games, he sits with his hoodie half-on, hair messy, eyes focused, then looks over at you and gives you a sleepy “come here.” instant obedience. instant love.
mikage reo
he talks with his whole body. full hand gestures, leaning in, shoulders moving – it’s so energetic and boyish you could bottle it as perfume.
he gets sooo dramatic when he’s excited. like “babe LOOK at this, it’s so cool– wait i have to show you– no no sit down you need to see this!” and you’re like yes… yes king… show me your lego set.
he buys you drinks and snacks then insists he doesn’t want any… and then steals half of yours. you don’t even fight him anymore.
he jogs up stairs two at a time, entirely too fast for a normal human. every time you struggle behind him he looks back like “oh– sorry!! want me to carry you?” he’s serious.
he give the warmest, tightest hugs. full lift-you-off-the-ground energy. he buries his face into your neck for a second and mumbles “missed you.” you ascend.
he’s so boyishly proud when he shows you something he’s good at. he lights up, eyes shining, waiting for your praise. and when you give it? he melts on the spot. absolutely ruined for you.
bachira meguru
he greets you like a puppy who hasn’t seen his owner in five years. full sprint. arms wide. borderline tackle hug. you always squeal, he always laughs, and everyone else watches like “ah. there he goes again.”
he links pinkies with you constantly. not even hands – pinkies. swinging them back and forth while humming. boy-coded affection at its cutest.
when he’s happy, he literally bounces. like he’s physically incapable of staying still. knee bouncing, shoulders shaking, whole body vibrating like he’s got too much joy for one human vessel.
he lifts you randomly. not even romantically, but in the most boyish “look babe ur small lol” way possible. you’ll be standing there and suddenly your feet are off the ground.
“meguru– PUT ME DOWN.”
“but you’re fun-sized!”
he sticks his tongue out when he concentrates, especially when he’s drawing or lacing his shoes. you stare every time. he notices. he smirks. “like what you see?”
he gives you his hoodies and ties the strings tight around your face like a menace. stands back. admires his work. “cute.” you want to be mad, but you can’t because he looks at you like you hung the moon.
shidou ryusei
he kicks pebbles when he walks. literally like a middle school boy who got bored during recess. wildly boy-coded behavior. you make fun of him. he kicks a bigger pebble to prove a point.
he leans forward when talking to you, dangerously close, with that stupid smirk. he knows exactly what he’s doing. menace behavior at 200%.
he takes your hand, but holds it in the messiest way possible – fingers tangled, sometimes half-slipping, sometimes swinging your arms dramatically. he’s not doing it right, but at least he’s enthusiastic.
he watches you from the corner of his eye like a delinquent trying not to look soft. except the second you catch him, he grins like: “caught me. what now, pretty girl?”
he absolutely flexes when he stretches, does it on purpose, then pretends it was an accident. “oh? was i distracting? my bad.” you’re going to jail because the way he rolls his shoulders should be illegal.
he lifts his shirt to wipe sweat off his face, exposing everything. he knows you see. he wants you to see. he lives to see you lose composure for him.
but then he does inexplicably boyish soft things like buying you your favorite candy and tossing it at you like “caught it, princess?” like he didn’t walk two blocks out of his way just to get it.
karasu tabito
he sits backwards on chairs. every. single. time. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him sit normally. he flips the chair around, rests his arms on the back, and leans forward like he’s about to interrogate you.
he raises one eyebrow when you talk and it sends shockwaves through your entire nervous system. he doesn’t even know it’s attractive. he just does it naturally.
he has cool, calm energy, but when something surprises him, he does that boyish little “huh?” with wide eyes. it’s so funny and cute you want to bite him.
he walks behind you with his hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted, following like a quiet little shadow. but the moment someone else tries talking to you, he’s suddenly at your side like “mm?”
he has a habit of tapping your chin with his knuckles when he wants your attention. not a kiss. not a touch. just a tiny, devastating tap. “look at me.” lord help you.
he loves making you laugh and pretends he’s not dying inside every time he succeeds. but the boyish part is how he looks away with the smuggest grin, like he just won the world cup.
kaiser michael
he pushes his hair back CONSTANTLY. special boy behavior. his ego and his layers have a mutual agreement to fight daily.
he leans over you when he talks, arm braced above your shoulder, stupidly close. he’s not even flirting. he just likes towering over you in a boyish “look at me, i’m your whole world” way.
he cracks his knuckles when he’s annoyed. then cracks his neck. then rolls his shoulders. it’s the most boyish “i’m irritated, but pretending i’m not” routine you’ve ever witnessed.
he tilts your chin up with one finger when he wants your attention. you hate how effective it is. you hate even more that he knows it’s effective.
he tries to act composed but gets boyishly jealous SO fast. someone compliments you? he immediately stands closer, hand on your waist, smirking like “yeah she’s mine.” his pride cannot handle competition.
when he laughs for real, he bends forward and rests his hands on his knees like some high school jock. you swear that alone is more rizz than half his intentional flirting.
he buys you things but gives them to you like it’s no big deal. “oh. yeah. saw this and thought of you.” he’s boyishly casual about it, but if you thank him too softly he short circuits.
ness alexis
he gets flustered SO easily. not in a shy way, more like in a “no no no that’s not what i meant– wait stop looking at me like that” way. extremely boyish meltdown energy.
he trips over absolutely nothing and pretends he didn’t. he will gaslight you into believing he meant to stumble.
he does that thing where he bites his lower lip when he’s thinking. not sexy on purpose. just boyish concentration. but it is sexy. painfully so.
he adjusts his blue lens glasses by pushing them up with one finger, then looks at you with the gentlest eyes. you fall in love a little more every time.
he walks you to places even when it’s out of his way. he won’t admit why. “i just… happened to be going this direction.” no he didn’t. liar.
he gets dramatic when he’s embarrassed, literally hiding his face behind his hands or his sleeve while whining “stoppp.” the boy has no emotional armor around you.
he shoulders open doors for you like a knight, then gets flustered when you thank him. “i-it was nothing.” sir you acted like you were saving me from a burning castle.
chigiri hyoma
he runs his fingers through his hair when he’s flustered, which only makes him look hotter. he’ll be mid-sentence, something you say catches him off guard, and he does that slow pushback of his hair, eyes flicking away for a second. it’s boyish, subtle… and criminally attractive.
he leans forward when he’s annoyed, hands on his knees, hair falling around his face. he looks like he’s about to deliver a dramatic monologue, but it’s really just him trying to calm down.
chigiri always waits for you by leaning against something – lockers, walls, railings – with his arms crossed and one foot against the surface. one flick of his eyes toward you and your entire soul leaves your body.
he gets embarrassed when you compliment him and tries to hide it with a scoff, but you can see the tips of his ears turn pink. he hates how obvious it is and loves that you notice.
his boyish affection shows when he walks slightly ahead of you, then slows down just enough for you to fall in step beside him. he’ll brush your hand with his, pretending it was an accident, then keep doing it until you hold his hand.
when he laughs really hard, he puts a hand over his stomach and leans into you like he can’t hold himself upright. the genuine, unrestrained boyish laughter? you’re obsessed.
yukimiya kenyu
he fixes his hair in any reflective surface. windows, mirrors, phone screens, car doors… if he can see himself, he’s brushing his hair back. you find it ridiculously adorable.
he tries to look composed around you, but does that boyish thing where he clears his throat three times before speaking because he’s nervous.
he uses both hands when holding your face – gentle, but with the slightest tremble of excitement. he tries to hide it, but that little shake gives away how much you affect him.
he gets so flustered when you tease him that he literally covers his mouth with his hand like a shocked anime boy.
yukimiya walks with purpose, but his pace always slows down when he notices you falling behind, and he casually extends an arm for you to loop through. he pretends it’s manners, but it’s actually him being boyishly clingy.
he has the most heartbreaking boyish habit of staring at you with stars in his eyes when he thinks you’re not looking. his teammates bully him for it relentlessly. he denies it… poorly.
otoya eita
he always jumps the last step of any staircase. doesn’t matter how many stairs there are. big or small. he hops off that last one like a hyper middle school boy and lands with a stupid smug grin.
he slings his arm over your shoulders casually every time you’re within reach. even if he’s not flirting, he just loves the boyish closeness.
when he’s teasing you, he leans in way too close, bends down to be at your eye level, and smirks like he’s the main character in a cheesy romcom. you hate how well it works on you.
otoya whistles when he’s impressed. literally just a low “oooh” whistle when you do something cool, funny, or cute. he doesn’t even realize it’s boyish, it’s just instinct.
he does that thing where he jogs a few steps backwards while talking to you because he doesn’t want the conversation to end yet.
he always tries to act slick, but when you genuinely compliment him, he gets boyishly shy and looks away with a hand rubbing the back of his neck. FULL character break.
kunigami rensuke (pre-WC)
he does pushups with one hand behind his back like a show-off, but the second you compliment his strength? he turns red and mumbles “it’s nothing…”
kunigami holds things for you without being asked – bags, jackets, cups – and he stands there holding everything like your personal pack mule with zero complaints. he kinda loves it.
when he’s tired, he stretches with his arms over his head, shirt lifting just enough for you to see his abs. the moment he realizes you’re staring, he flushes and lowers his arms like he’s been caught doing something illegal.
kunigami always steps in front of you when crossing a crowded street, hand reaching back behind him instinctively. he doesn’t even think about it; it’s pure boyish protectiveness.
he gives awkward thumbs-ups when he’s proud of you. endearing. adorable. embarrassingly boy-coded.
whenever he laughs really hard, he throws his head back and claps once like he just witnessed the funniest thing on earth. you live for it.
aiku oliver
he stretches his arms behind his head when he sees you approaching, chest out, smug grin. yes he’s posing. yes he wants you to look. yes it works.
he has the habit of calling out to you across a room with a whistle or a “hey, sweetheart” that makes everyone turn, but he only looks at you. boyish confidence + danger.
oliver bends down to your height when he teases you, hands on his knees like he’s talking to a child just to annoy you. you slap his shoulder every time and he LOVES IT.
he ruffles your hair then immediately fixes it for you, brushing the strands back behind your ears with surprising gentleness. you want to scream.
he always stands slightly behind you with one hand resting casually on your back, guiding you like it’s natural. he doesn’t even realize how boyfriend-coded it is.
that boyish grin he gives you when he’s proud of himself? the one with half-lidded eyes and his tongue teasing the corner of his mouth? you’re done for.
hiori yo
when he’s thinking, he twirls the ends of his hair absentmindedly. he does it most often when he’s talking to you, which means he’s lowkey nervous, but trying not to show it.
he sits with his knees pulled up sometimes, resting his chin on them while he listens to you talk. it’s the most boyish, gentle thing ever.
hiori walks close to you, not touching, but just close enough that your arms brush occasionally. he looks down every time it happens, cheeks pink.
he does that thing where he covers his mouth when he laughs, shoulders shaking a little. but if you make him laugh really hard, he snorts one time and then dies inside from embarrassment.
when he hands you something (a drink, a phone, a note), he holds it out with both hands like a polite little boy. and you adore him for it.
