okay, everyone. i think so many sideblogs are becoming hard to manage (i have like 9 now this is getting put of hand HELP), so i'm thinking of sticking to one blog and making it multifandom. i would not delete anything i've already posted on any of my sideaccts, nor would i delete any of them either... what do you guys think?
regarding requests: I WILL POST THEM ON MY NEW BLOG (which maybe would be my main/a new main one? still not sure about that one hmmm...)
what do you think? the fandoms i'm currently in are: idolish7, paradox live, pjsekai, enstars, lovebrush chronicles, hypnosis mic.
want to get into: dear vocalist, uniteup, mahoyaku.
regarding ao3, that would totally stay the same and i would slowly upload my favorite works there !
it just makes me sad how branching out so much is making me interact less w all of you and be inactive in general :( i want to get better at replying and posting more frequently !
okay, everyone. i think so many sideblogs are becoming hard to manage (i have like 9 now this is getting put of hand HELP), so i'm thinking of sticking to one blog and making it multifandom. i would not delete anything i've already posted on any of my sideaccts, nor would i delete any of them either... what do you guys think?
regarding requests: I WILL POST THEM ON MY NEW BLOG (which maybe would be my main/a new main one? still not sure about that one hmmm...)
what do you think? the fandoms i'm currently in are: idolish7, paradox live, pjsekai, enstars, lovebrush chronicles, hypnosis mic.
want to get into: dear vocalist, uniteup, mahoyaku.
regarding ao3, that would totally stay the same and i would slowly upload my favorite works there !
it just makes me sad how branching out so much is making me interact less w all of you and be inactive in general :( i want to get better at replying and posting more frequently !
okay, everyone. i think so many sideblogs are becoming hard to manage (i have like 9 now this is getting put of hand HELP), so i'm thinking of sticking to one blog and making it multifandom. i would not delete anything i've already posted on any of my sideaccts, nor would i delete any of them either... what do you guys think?
regarding requests: I WILL POST THEM ON MY NEW BLOG (which maybe would be my main/a new main one? still not sure about that one hmmm...)
what do you think? the fandoms i'm currently in are: idolish7, paradox live, pjsekai, enstars, lovebrush chronicles, hypnosis mic.
want to get into: dear vocalist, uniteup, mahoyaku.
regarding ao3, that would totally stay the same and i would slowly upload my favorite works there !
it just makes me sad how branching out so much is making me interact less w all of you and be inactive in general :( i want to get better at replying and posting more frequently !
okay, everyone. i think so many sideblogs are becoming hard to manage (i have like 9 now this is getting put of hand HELP), so i'm thinking of sticking to one blog and making it multifandom. i would not delete anything i've already posted on any of my sideaccts, nor would i delete any of them either... what do you guys think?
regarding requests: I WILL POST THEM ON MY NEW BLOG (which maybe would be my main/a new main one? still not sure about that one hmmm...)
what do you think? the fandoms i'm currently in are: idolish7, paradox live, pjsekai, enstars, lovebrush chronicles, hypnosis mic.
want to get into: dear vocalist, uniteup, mahoyaku.
regarding ao3, that would totally stay the same and i would slowly upload my favorite works there !
it just makes me sad how branching out so much is making me interact less w all of you and be inactive in general :( i want to get better at replying and posting more frequently !
okay, everyone. i think so many sideblogs are becoming hard to manage (i have like 9 now this is getting put of hand HELP), so i'm thinking of sticking to one blog and making it multifandom. i would not delete anything i've already posted on any of my sideaccts, nor would i delete any of them either... what do you guys think?
regarding requests: I WILL POST THEM ON MY NEW BLOG (which maybe would be my main/a new main one? still not sure about that one hmmm...)
what do you think? the fandoms i'm currently in are: idolish7, paradox live, pjsekai, enstars, lovebrush chronicles, hypnosis mic.
want to get into: dear vocalist, uniteup, mahoyaku.
regarding ao3, that would totally stay the same and i would slowly upload my favorite works there !
it just makes me sad how branching out so much is making me interact less w all of you and be inactive in general :( i want to get better at replying and posting more frequently !
in case you're interested, paralive is basically a multimedia project including voice dramas, songs, a 12 episode anime and a manga. it's focused on rap battles using something called "phantometal" used to create illusions during performances ! imo it's really good, w peak character designs, as well as stories that WILL MAKE YOU CRY and precious friendships 💗
GUYS MARK YOUR CALENDARS....... paradox live new album called anthem out on march 27th. all the songs from road to legend + a new song from each unit + drama tracks. i am Not ready for it if you're asking
Because even if silence would rule her life without her aid, he fills it with sunshine and smiles.
ft. Yatonokami Kanata, Hajun Yeon, Ando Shiki, Kanbayashi Yokei x fem! reader.
cw/genre: fluff, very, very, mild angst.
Hello nonnie ! I’m so sorry this took so long to post… I know you requested it on my old blog, thank you for liking my aesthetic there <3 It’s late, but merry christmas to you as well, I hope this new year brings you lots of love, health and joy !
ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA
— At first, he’s a little surprised.
— Why is it that your little sister stares up at him in wonder, of all people?
— She’s a lucky child, after all. She can live in a clean house and she has you as her older sister, so why does she seem so entranced by him?
— “This is my little sis, Kanata.” You introduce her, your hands on her shoulders. “She can’t hear by herself, but she uses these headphones, they’re magical, right little princess?” You tell your sister, bopping her nose.
— She giggles, while nodding enthusiastically.
— “Hmh! I can listen to my big sister’s boyfriend with these! Kanata’s music is the best!” She claims, happily.
— Your lover’s lavender gaze widens when he hears that.
— That exact phrase is what Nayuta always told him.
— A chuckle leaves his lips, as he pats the girl’s head (even if a little awkwardly).
— “So you like Cozmez that much?” Kanata asks your sister.
— She takes a few seconds to answer, the sound processing for her in her headset.
— “Mhm! Cozmez is the coolest! Kanata and Nayuta are the best! Also, is it true you can breakdance, onii-chan?”
— At that, Kanata blushes. Both at the question and at the term she used to refer to him.
— “I-uh… yeah.” He finally manages.
— You chuckle, taking your sister by the hand.
— “Hey, hey, Kanata is a little shy, alright, sweetheart? Give him a little time to warm up.” You explain.
— She nods, while your boyfriend’s blush intensifies. You’re so precious taking care of your sister, he almost can’t handle it. If you keep this up, he feels like his heart will burst with so much cuteness.
— From that day on, your younger sister starts wanting to hang out with you and Kanata every time you meet up with him.
— And so, your dates end up involving her in one way or another.
— Listening to Cozmez at Kanata’s apartment as she tries to dance to the beat of the songs; taking her to eat ice cream, ramen or cake at cute cafes; petting the neighborhood cats, or reading books to her.
— And to your boyfriend, these moments are worth so much.
— Taking care of her together, with her giggles and your soft laughter filling the air… It feels as if finally beams of rainbow are added into the sunshine you shed into his life.
— Kanata is also very protective of her.
— Because she thinks he’s so cool, your sister tends to follow Kanata around.
— And we all know how dangerous it can be for a little girl like her to wander alone around the slums.
— So your partner always makes sure to spot her right away, taking her by the hand and bringing her back home.
— She is safe, but she doesn’t escape your scolding, even if she hides behind Kanata.
ଓ HAJUN YEON
— Charms your little sister almost instantly.
— With his good looks and permanent smile, who could resist him, huh? (That is, before you know about his sadistic side /lh).
— “Big sister! You’re dating a prince!” She says, eyes sparkly and wide, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
— You and Hajun let out a laugh, amused at her innocent enthusiasm.
— “Does that mean you’re a princess, onee-san?” Your baby sister inquires. “And does that make me one too?”
— You give her a bright smile.
— “Of course you are a princess too, baby.” You say. “You have this magical crown that allows you to hear, do you not, sweetie? I think a fairy must be guarding you too.”
— Your boyfriend smiles. Not his usual fabricated grins, but a sincere one this time.
— “Your sister is right, young lady.” He adds, taking the girl’s hand in his. “You two are princesses, so it is my honor to finally meet my lover’s precious sister.”
— “Woah… You’re really a prince!” The girl in question cheers, enchanted by him and all the attention she’s getting.
— Thanks to her headphones, your sister can hear BAE’s songs, and of course, her bias is Hajun (she adores the whole trio though).
— Anne is like an older sibling to her as well, and Allen is like… uh, the silly uncle that’s really cool when singing.
— Whenever you and Hajun go out together on a date, your sister stays with the other two.
— Anne does her hair and dresses her up, while Allen plays music for her and they all dance together.
— It’s really precious, going back to Hajun’s apartment and finding laughter filling the space and the people you love having such a good time.
— However, because she’s enchanted with your lover, your sister has taken to following Hajun around sometimes.
— She peeks from behind the kitchen’s door, observing attentively while he cooks.
— “Hmm… I have the feeling someone’s watching…” Hajun announces, the little one’s giggles perfectly audible. “I wonder whether this princess would like to help me make dinner?”
— To what she emerges from her hiding spot, running to bury her face into Hajun’s apron.
— Unbeknownst to them, you were watching the scene with a dopey smile on your face.
— You go to wash your hands. You’ll join them in a minute.
ଓ ANDO SHIKI
— Now if someone is shocked to be thought of as cool, that is definitely Shiki.
— He’s been called gloomy before, and he doesn’t really have a very positive opinion about himself.
— So for your sister to admire him and look at him in wonder… That is certainly a new feeling.
— And at first, he can’t deny he’s scared. Because what if, once she gets to know him, she finds out he’s uncool or boring?
— Besides, someone whose hands are stained in blood due to the sin he’ll never forgive himself for… He doesn’t deserve that kindness.
— So at first, he runs away from this, like he’s been doing his whole life.
— You miss him.
— And your sister notices your boyfriend seems to avoid her, so she gets sad.
— “Is it because I need special headphones to hear?” She asks you one day, eyes teary. “Is that because Shiki can never meet with you, big sis?”
— “No, no, it’s nothing like that.” You hold her in your arms. “Shiki is very shy, so he has trouble making new friends, but I’m sure he'll be happy to meet you, once he calms down. He gets nervous easily, you know? Give him a little bit more time.” You tell your younger sister, squatting to be eye level with her, as you wrap her in a hug.
— “Tell you what, why don’t we drop by Shiki’s workplace while he’s there? I’ll introduce you. You’re a fan of his group, after all.”
— And so, that’s exactly what you do.
— You are aware a bar is not the most suitable place for a kid, but you trust all the guys there. They take good care of Shiki, after all.
— The little girl hides behind you as you greet everyone. And, somehow, Ryuu’s the one to bring her out of her shell.
— “Wow wow! You have very cool headphones! Ryuu wants a pair too! Aaw mini [Y/n]-chan is so cute!”
— “I use these to hear!” She giggles at the funny faces TCW’s peculiar member makes. “I love The Cat’s Whiskers! Shiki is my favorite!” She says, waving her hands.
— Your partner lets out a strangled yelp, almost dropping a glass he was drying.
— “Come on, Shiki.” You invite him, softly, with a tender smile on your face. “She’s really looking forward to meeting you, you know.”
— “H-hello, there.” He greets her, awkwardly rising a hand for her to high five.
— She does so, with a “Yay! I’m a fan of Shiki!”
— The latter lets out a laugh; a precious sound few got to hear, the rays towards which sunflowers turn.
— Maybe it was alright, that she thinks he’s worth meeting.
ଓ KANBAYASHI YOHEI
— Flustered at first, but then he softens up and is actually one of the most caring.
— Your sister is a little shy around him at first, despite her admiration for him.
— She’s seen him on tv, and, thanks to her prescription headphones, she’s heard his vocals on stage. She really thinks he’s so cool… But Yohei looks so serious…
— “Onee-san, is your boyfriend angry?” She asks, tugging on your clothes.
— “Wha-“ Bar 7/4’s master utters, amber eyes widening in shock.
— Saimon lets out a chuckle from behind the counter.
“Yohei, I think you should drop that frown a little.” He tells his junior, good naturedly.
— The latter sighs.
— “Hello there, little one.” Your lover greets the girl, as he crouches down to her level. “Would you like to listen to some music?”
— She nods vigorously, her small fists clenched in front of her in anticipation.
— Yohei rewards her with a smile. Then he sits at the bar’s piano.
— As his deft fingers slide over the keys, a sweet melody fills the space, your sister holding her breath as she listens intently.
— Then, she walks towards the piano, watching closer how this mesmerizing melody is brought to life.
— Your partner stops playing momentarily, offering her a kind smile.
— “You want to try too?” He asks her.
— “Yes!” She affirms, as her little hands hover over the keys.
— The bar’s master helps her sit on the bench, as he gently places her fingers over the keys.
— “Here, don’t be afraid. Try here, press it softly. Yes, that’s good!” He compliments her, as a note echoes through the room.
— As you watch the scene, you can imagine the three of you in a spacious apartment, sitting in front of a piano; sunlight streams through the windows, almost like lines of a music score you’re writing in this idyllic moment.
— Despite the cold, the warmth of your lover and your sister by your side keeps you comforted, the sunny melody, a caress for your heart.
jeloooo >v< I just wanted to say thank you thank you very much I was surprised to see my request it's been a while anyway thank you for doing it :'33
i’m SO SORRY bc i am aware it took me so long to post it 😔 i would have liked to publish it sooner, but well things happened + asides from this one i run another writing blog so… yeah. but regardless, i am happy you got to see it and thank you for requesting, for reading and for sending this cute message <3
ft. Sugasano Allen, Hajun Yeon, Anne Faulkner, Yatonokami Kanata, Yatonokami Nayuta x fem! reader.
cw/genre: fluff, comfort.
Hey, nonnie ! You requested on my previous blog and I’m very sorry this took me forever, I still hope you can enjoy it, hun <3
ଓ SUGASANO ALLEN
— To ever enthusiastic Allen, the fact you have hearing hypersensitivity is so cool.
— To him, it’s almost like a superpower, how you can catch up on the faintest of sounds, even discerning their subtlety in all kinds of songs.
— So, it is not uncommon for him to ask you for advice when he’s composing BAE’s melodies.
— The way you can discern every variation in the symphony and how you always know what’s the best combination for it with the lyrics, never fails to leave your boyfriend speechless.
— In these instances, maroon eyes stare at you, lovestruck, the hue on his cheeks not so different as he gets a little lost in you as you compose.
— However, all gifts came at a price.
— Because your sensitivity to sound happened to be a double edged sword.
— You just couldn’t attend lives.
— You had tried. More than once. And it ended terribly every single one of them.
— The sounds were too loud, and the bright lights didn’t help either with the overstimulation the loud music already caused you.
— No matter how hard you tried to calm down, your breathing became shallow, ragged, as if your lungs were closing in.
— And you hate it. You hate you can’t be there to see your partner on stage from the first row, after how passionate he is with hip-hop, and after all he’s gone through to pursue it.
— But Allen does not only love hip-hop.
— He loves you, above all else.
— And he understands what it’s like to feel like you can’t endure it anymore, like you’re going to suffocate and like everything’s too much.
— His trap reactions are quite bad, after all.
— And he doesn’t want the one he loves so deeply to have to experience something similar to it.
— So he understands and he would never hold it against you.
— Now you wait for him, the covers of his bed snug around you, as you hold your phone screen before you.
— Earphones on, you watch intently, as BAE steps on stage.
— A phoenix flies over the audience, and a wide smile spreads on your face.
— This is the song you composed together, and you know, with it, your lover will shine as bright as his illusion does.
ଓ HAJUN YEON
— You didn’t want him to find out.
— Hajun is perfect, and you’re honored as it is that he wanted you as his girlfriend.
— For you to be this sensitive to sound… You know you’d end up making trouble for him if you went to one of his lives.
— So at first you make excuses.
— You tell him you have appointments or work on the days and time BAE have their lives.
— You feel bad for lying to him like this, but you just don’t know how to tell him.
— What if he thinks you’re stupid? What if he gets tired of you? What if he leaves you and hates you?
— These are the thoughts racing through your muddled mind as you stare at your laptop’s screen, waiting for the site where you watch all of Hajun’s stage concerts to load.
— It is strange, it’s not working… Perhaps the connexion’s just bad?
— While you’re immersed in your own tribulations, you suddenly hear the front door opening, making you jump and stand up straight.
— “Well, well, well, what is my princess doing here? Didn't she have work today?”
— “H-hajun… Didn’t you have a performance now?” You manage, averting your eyes from his vermillion ones. In the mischief shining through his sharp eyes, you know you’ve been set up.
— “I… I’m… I’m sorry…” You finally mumble, head lowered.
— A slender finger hooks under your chin.
— “Don’t look away from me, sweetheart.” He whispers, in the dimly lit space between. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”
— And in that moment, you see your own fear reflected in his eyes.
— The fear of abandonment, of being left behind, not loved or needed anymore.
— “I’m very sensitive to sounds, especially loud ones. So coming to see you live is impossible for me. I was scared. I didn’t know how to tell you.” Your voice breaks a little, your vision becoming blurry with tears.
— “I was afraid you wouldn’t want to be with someone as weak as me, so I-“
— Your words are cut off the moment your boyfriend’s arms wrap around you.
— “Don’t. Don’t say it. Because that will never happen. You’re not weak, dear. And I’d never ever think of not being with you.” Hajun’s own voice falters, his hold on you tightening. “I knew there was something going on. I’m sorry for not asking sooner.”
— After that, you never need to come up with more alibis to justify your absence.
— Your lover gets you the best (and most expensive too, probably) iPad and headset ever, so you can comfortably follow BAE’s lives from home.
— And of course, when he gets back home, he gives you plenty of affection (and teasing too). But that is a story just you and him are privy to, and is reserved for another day.
ଓ ANNE FAULKNER
— Anne is quite emotionally perceptive, so they pick up on the fact that something about physically going to live shows affects you.
— You hadn’t planned on letting them know so soon, but honestly, who can resist Anne’s comforting and kind aura?
— So you explain, how the loud music of the stage feels a hundredfold louder inside your head, to the point where it even… scares you.
— That being the same reason you don’t usually show up at CANDY Club either.
— Your partner understands, hazel eyes taking you in with tenderness.
— They sit next to you on the living room’s couch, arms wrapped around you. The scent of your lover’s perfume was too strong to some, but to you, it’s the known comfort of a hypnotizing field of poppies.
— “[Y/n]”. Anne calls. “What’s worrying you, hun?” Their hands trace soothing patterns along your back, the motions easing the heaviness of your heart, if only a little.
— You let out a sigh, shoulders sagging as you exhale some pressure out of you.
— “I feel bad, Anne… Because, well, you’re such a good partner, but I can never come to your lives or to the club you work at.”
— Their loving gaze is trained on you, head slightly tilted to the side. An invitation to go on. The promise to be by your side, no matter what.
— “My hearing… well, it’s above the usual, so i’m extremely sensitive to sound. For me to be in a space with loud music… It’s practically impossible. That is why I can never be at concerts to cheer you on. But I promise, I follow every single one of them from home, and you’re always stunning when you’re up there, Anne.”
— They smile, knowingly.
— “Why didn’t you say so sooner, baby?” BAE’s fashion icon asks, leaving an outline of vibrant lipstick when they kiss your cheek.
— “Please, never feel guilty or bad because of this. I love you more than anything, and that will never change.” They finish, eyes framed in fuchsia earnest when they meet yours.
— “But aaghh! I missed so many chances to do your makeup and hair! You’re following the lives anyway, no matter if it’s from home, so that calls for a cute outfit and eyeliner to match!
— Airy laughter fills the room. With Anne, there was no way negative emotions could ever get to you.
ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA
— At first, he’s hurt.
— Why is it that you never come to see him and his brother perform?
— Are you just another rich brat? Are you looking down on them? Do you not support the one thing that sheds a little light in his life?
— And you are hurt too.
— Because you’d want nothing more than to be there, cheering him on, your smile, the first thing he sees when he looks at the audience.
— And then he realizes. It’s not that you don’t want. Rather, that you can’t.
— It only takes a thunderstorm for him to notice.
— You had always been skittish when you spent nights at his apartment and a train passed by, the tracks shaking and rattling.
— But this… You are trembling.
— “Hey, it’s just a storm, we’ll be safe in here.” Kanata tries, watching you bundled beneath the blanket you two shared when you slept with him.
— Your hold on the cloth tightens.
— “I-it’s not that, Kanata… I-it’s so loud, too loud… My head feels like it’ll split…”
— Oh.
— So it’s loud sounds you can’t handle.
— Thinking back on it, it is true you always turned the volume down when you two shared earphones, or asked him to do the same thing every time he showed you a new song.
— So that is why…
— Kanata’s arms wrap around you, pulling you up in a sitting position, nuzzled against his chest.
— The softness and warmth of both the blanket and his embrace engulf you. Like this, the storm feels a little more faraway.
— “I’ll protect you, [Y/n]. This is why you could never make it to our stage performances, isn’t it?” Your boyfriend inquires, his tone soft, uncharacteristically so, barely above a whisper.
— You nod, covering your ears as another thunderbolt besieges the slums.
— “Shhh, it’s all good, I’m here, [Y/n]. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
— “Kanata…” You utter, tone shaky.
— His eyes widen the moment he sees a sheen of starlit tears on your lashline.
— “Oi, what’s wrong??” Your lover asks, clenching his jaw.
— “I’m sorry… You and Nayuta work so hard and I can never see you live… I always, always watch from home, but I’m sorry I’ve hurt you because I can’t really be there…”
— “Silly.” Kanata cuts you off, with a smile that’s a bit sad, but still ethereal. “You don’t have to apologize. I want you to be safe, even if that means you can’t come to stage battles because it’s too noisy in there.”
— He holds you a little tighter, slipping over your ears the headphones he uses when he’s writing songs.
— The storm quiets down, and his arms keep you safe.
ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA
— He thinks it’s cool you have that hearing hypersensitivity.
— For two main reasons: you always seem to pick up on steps approaching whenever bad guys are around; and because, similarly to Allen, he finds it so amazing how you can discern so many different notes in music.
— Also, because whenever you two spend time on the rooftop, Nayuta loves the way you seem to hear the wind, how you say it carries songs, different feelings relied depending on the color of the sky he always loved to look at.
— Even so, he’s not as fond of the sad smile you offer him every time he has a stage battle.
— Because you both know, it’s impossible for you to be able to go.
— But to Nayuta, the effort you make to support Cozmez even when you can’t be present speaks volumes.
— You’ve invested in a phone good enough to be able to reproduce audio and video in high quality, so that, no matter when or where, you can watch and support them from afar.
— Nayuta is very passionate about music, so don’t be surprised if he asks you to be the first one to listen to his and his brother’s music and ask you for your honest opinion.
— Your boyfriend is quite calm and detached, that quality being a point in your favor.
— You smile to yourself, he reminds you a little of a cat sometimes; he takes naps in unlikely places, likes to hang around the quiet of a building that feels closer to the sky than to the grey dull concrete, and has fluffy hair.
— You love running your hands through it when the sounds of daily life overwhelm you, it calms you down.
— In the same way, when the intense cacophony of sounds seems to be at war in your mind, Nayuta’s heartbeat manages to relax you every single time.
— The sky overhead is filled with stars that remind you of the color of his eyes.
— There is no moon on the indigo expanse above, and yet, that’s alright.
— You don’t need it, not when your brightest star holds you so gently.
— Your real star, this time. Every beat of his heart, a reassurance of it.
— The sofa placed on the high building’s rooftop is dusty, but neither of you care.
— You are together in this moment, a sea of constellations singing their silent love song for you.
— The world is at peace, the quiet only wrinkled by your call of his name.
— “Nayuta?” You utter, eyes fluttering open, just him and the stars mirrored in them.
— “Hm?”
— “Thank you.” You smile, one of your hands fleetingly caressing his cheek.
— His answer comes in the form of a smile, the sliver of moon missing from the sky above.
— The world is quiet and you are with him.
— In the starlight, the silence of the hour dances with his heart.
hi tora!! another blog, another request from me~ today im hoping for headcanons "how do they act when they have a crush and how would they manage to confess" with nayuta, kanata, reo & hajun!! i don't know how many characters you do at the time, so if that's too much just nayuta & kanata are nice!! thank you so much hehe <3
THIS IS MY LOVE.
Because ‘I love you’ is written in every single one of his actions, but he needs to tell you properly.
ft. Yatonokami Nayuta, Yatonokami Kanata, Maruyama Reo, Hajun Yeon x gn! reader.
cw/genre: fluff, love confessions, some angst.
Hello, Jules, dear and thank you so much for sending in another request here ! I’m sorry this took a while, but I still hope you enjoy it and that it can make you smile <3 I ended up making it in time before the year ends, so happy new year !
ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA
“You came along, and my heart smiled. So, get rid of those doubts, my love, I’ve been waiting for you.”
— With Nayuta, you realize he’s in love because of his smile.
— His usually apathetic, even melancholy expression, is replaced by an upwards curve to his lips, brimming in a sweetness that is hard to place.
— To anyone who deigns to observe where his iridescent eyes keep looking, they’d find you at the end of the lane.
— It is easy to see, when you two are together. His gaze is a little brighter, that difference that makes you discern dusk from dawn; he seems more energized, the lilt to his voice a tad more upbeat, particles of sundust shining in the words he addresses to you.
— And perhaps everyone notices, and Nayuta hopes you do too.
— And maybe you already have, but alas, fear seems to follow humans in crucial moments, confusing the heart, leading it through twisting alleys that echo the unsavory sounds of ‘what if’.
— What is it’s just all in your head. What if you’re overthinking and reading the signs the wrong way.
— The sighs he lets out, alone, in the dead on night are the unheard confirmation that his feelings for you are real.
— And yet, miles separate you, each of you lying on your side in the blue light of a faded moon.
— But, as they say, every cloud has a silver lining.
— Nayuta just will have to tell you directly, then.
— Or rather, show you.
— You find yourselves on the topmost floor of his secret hideout, the sun casting in coppery hues the thousands of piled up buildings below; a beautiful contradiction, how the slums had a beauty to them at golden hour.
— But so did your moments with Nayuta.
— You found him, the one you hold most dear. It didn’t matter if it was in a place this world had forgotten.
— Because you could never forget Yatonokami Nayuta.
— Nor the kiss he gives you when you turn towards him at the call of your name.
— You can taste the remaining sweetness of the popsicle he was just eating as his hands land on either side of you, stabilizing himself when he leans in further.
— And because there is no way your mind is making up the cool softness of his lips on yours, you kiss him back, hands cradling his cheeks, strands of silken moonshine reflected on puddles after the rain tickling your fingers.
— “Is it clear now, that I like you, my cute [Y/n]?” Nayuta utters, in the sunset lit instants between his kiss and the second one you initiate as an answer.
— You don’t trust your voice right now, so you’ll speak in the language lovers do when words are superfluous.
— And you can be sure, he’ll be asking for more.
ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA
“Your petals were bloodied amidst the storm and you still shined. When I next realized, I was the thorns, and you, the only rose.”
— Kanata doesn’t know what is it he feels for you.
— And what’s more, he doesn’t know why.
— Weren’t you another one of those rich brats to begin with? It was your fault that day you were in trouble in the rain, being robbed by some troublemakers.
— And yet, the moment you resisted to give them your pocket money and one of the attacker’s hands closed around your wrist, something in Kanata snapped.
— He doesn’t know how, or the reason behind which he found himself throwing punches until those bastards were running away.
— But he knew he didn’t like the sight of the cut they somehow managed to land on your cheek.
— “Thank you for that, but are you okay?” You asked him, checking for bruises on your nameless savior.
— You are the one bleeding and yet, you ask him that.
— “You shouldn’t be here.” Kanata spats, turning away.
— “Wait! What’s your name?” You asked, running to catch up with him.
— He ‘tsks’. Why can’t he leave you alone in the rain? Why does the sight of blood running down a stranger’s face sit so wrong with him?
— Annoyed, he drapes his jacket over your head.
— “You don’t want to know.” Are the last words he tells you, before running off.
— You stand there, dumfounded, the boy’s hoodie shielding you from the rain.
— You’ll be back here tomorrow.
— The sky dyes in shades of peach and lavender, reminding you of the sweet scent of spring. Ironic, in such a cold evening, and even more so in this district.
— You have a feeling you’ll find him again, so you wait. His jacket is neatly folded over your lap, as a stray kitten rubs itself against your leg.
— Then you spot him. Short sleeved t-shirt on, hands buried deep in the pockets of his pants.
— “Put this on, at least!” You call, throwing him his jacket. “Catch!”
— Eyes not unlike the color of the sky widen at the sight of you again.
— “Thank you for yesterday, whatever your name is.” You softly tell the young man, reaching where he stands with the small cat in your arms.
— It meows at him. Extending one of its paws.
— “See? He wants to know your name too!” You pout, holding one of the kitten’s white paws in your hand.
— “Ugh fine! It’s Kanata, okay?”
— “Nice to meet you, Kanata.” You giggle, as the cat paws at your hero’s face.
— And somehow, the way you call his name… It’s pleasant, a sweet melody shining in a world of gray.
— He wants to see you again.
— So, next time, he’s the one to seek you out.
— You always meet at the same place; the street where the white kitten lives. Sometimes it goes home with Kanata, though, and others you bring him to your apartment.
— Time is fleeting, and days become months, with December snow fading to rays of February sun, auguring an early spring.
— And then one day, Kanata isn’t there.
— You wait, with your cat friend, who meows sadly at you, climbing on your lap when the first tears begin to fall.
— That evening you leave, matching cups of ramen left to the freeze of a lonely night.
— However, someone saw this hurtful scene.
— “Care to explain yourself?” Nayuta asks his brother, slamming the door behind him.
— “Oh, you… You know very well. Why didn’t you go today?”
— To which Kanata shrugs.
— “Fine. I hope you know they left crying.” His younger twin points out. “Will you just face your feelings and accept you’re in love and that they love you?”
— “Silly!” His brother intercepts, with a soft flick to his forehead. “And what? They want you. So you better get it together and go find them now!”
— And well, for some reason, Kanata doesn’t need to be told twice.
— Luckily for him, a small friend is there to help.
— Following the kitty, they both manage to locate you.
— “[Y/n]! Wait!” The boy who saved you that night calls, putting a hand on your shoulder.
— “What do you want, Yatonokami?” You ask, tone cold, without turning around.
— It hurts him. The way he’s hurt you, the way you won’t face him, the way you use his last name instead.
— “I’m sorry. I just… I’m stupid, okay? I couldn’t come to terms with- the thing is- I… I… Oh, to hell with it! I like you, okay? And I just didn’t know how to act around you or what to do and I thought you deserved better and so I just stood you up and I messed up.”
— A chuckle is definitely not the answer he was expecting.
— “You are cute when you blush, Kanata.” You murmur, wiping away a stray tear, smiling sweetly at him.
— “I’m not-“ He starts, cheeks blooming in crimson roses.
— “I said it’s cute. You are cute.”
— Droplets of thin rain begin to fall.
— “I like you too, if that wasn’t obvious.” You softly say, with a kiss to his cheeks.
— Much like the night you met, rain surrounds you. This time, it’s his cheek that burns, not because an open wound, but because of the searing sensation of a kiss he won’t forget.
ଓ MARUYAMA REO
“What is the point for a rainbow to hide? Let’s write our love in the sky.”
— Reo is a cutie and he definitely has a way with flirting.
— So that’s exactly what he does.
— He is not shy about it in the slightest, often complimenting you on your new clothes, telling how sweet you are or giving you hugs out of nowhere.
— Of course, all of the above, always that you are comfortable; Reo is very cheerful, but he knows how to read your emotions and pick up what you like and dislike.
— And at first, you didn’t think much of it. Sure, he is very affectionate with you, but he is with everyone else too, right? It’s not like you are receiving special treatment.
— Which, in turn, frustrates Reo more.
— Is he doing something wrong? He’s being pretty obvious, right?
— Or maybe… you don’t feel the same way?
— No, no, no, he can’t fall into negativity.
— He has to take you to a nice date and tell you how he feels directly.
— So, he puts together some money he’s been saving and chooses his cutest outfit. This is a special occasion and he wants to make you happy.
— When you arrive at the accorded spot, Reo is already waiting for you.
— Sure, he is a sunshine, but you didn’t expect an amusement park date, seeming how he and his gang usually preferred to hang out at the ramen place.
— “Hello, [Y/n]!” He greets you, those eyes of his mirroring the sunset clouds lining the horizon. “I got cotton candy hehe. One for you and one for me!”
— You take the sweet treat from him, eyes sparkly at the delicious sugary scent wafting around you.
— “Woaah! It looks so tasty! You’re the best Reo…” You thank him.
— And maybe, just maybe, because this is a date, you leave a cotton candy kiss on his cheek, giggling at the pink remnants left behind.
— To which the boy grins mischievously, bringing his fingers to it and tasting the sugary treat.
— “Hmm… Your kiss was sweeter…” He ponders, as your cheeks heat up. “What if we repeat it, properly this time?”
— And at that moment, beneath the lighting of dusk and attractions, your lips touch for the first time; a memory written over cottony clouds in rosey glaze.
— “I love you, pretty.” Reo utters, nose brushing against yours, when he parts.
— “I love you too, Reo.” Are your words, before you initiate a second kiss.
— Little did you two know, Iori and the rest of the gang are looking from afar, proud of his youngest member (Suiseki is a little jealous, but that’s another story).
ଓ HAJUN YEON
“I’ll erase the piercing words that were etched into your soul that day.”
— This man’s way of flirting is teasing you (change my mind).
— With his fans, he is all smiles and charming phrases, but when he really loves you, you get to see a more… naughty side of him.
— When he teases you, he doesn’t do it out of malice, no.
— He’s been hurt in the past, and even if his infatuation with you grows by the day, a part of him is still afraid he’ll be discarded again.
— The words ‘you are not needed anymore’ still resound inside his mind, no matter how much he smiles or tries to look perfect on the outside.
— So he’s wary of diving into a new relationship.
— But at the same time, you are so lovely… The way you pout when he’s teasing you, or how you call him and wave at him whenever you see him at uni…
— Hajun would really like to spend more time with you.
— “You should.” Anne tells him, when they finally get Hajun to spill the beans. “I know you’re afraid to trust but… Isn’t it lonely, to keep the one you love at a distance?”
— It is, yes.
— It’s painful if he stays away. And the variant of getting hurt hangs in the air if he tries to get closer.
— But, as they say, ships were not made to stay at harbor.
— So he’ll take this chance and hope for the best.
— And for that, you know he’ll use his charm.
— A cute cafe date here; dinner at his place that he cooked himself using organic ingredients there; and of course, the occasional expensive gift you had been eyeing, mysteriously arriving at your doorstep.
— You like all of this, and especially, you like him.
— However, a part of you can’t help but wonder: what does he want with me? What does he get out of all of this?
— With those thoughts, you lie in bed, listening to his music in the new noise canceling headphones you’re sure he’s bought for you.
— You’re so not sleeping tonight. Maybe tomorrow you’ll ask him about what ‘ulterior’ motives he has.
— The model’s vibrant eyes widen slightly behind his glasses when you utter the question.
— “Why me, Hajun? What are you planning?”
— It hurts him. How it seems he’s not the only one with trust issues here.
— So that’s how you think of it. Some kind of twisted game he’s playing to get something out of you.
— “I’m serious here, Hajun.” You insist, tone stern, when all the answer he gives you are the subtle expressions of his face.
— And for once, he decides to be honest. No mask of perfection obscuring the words he next speaks.
— “Because I’ve fallen in love with you, [Y/n]. Because I was afraid to trust, to be left behind, thrown away. But then you came around. And I wanted to spend more time with you. This is no game, not one that I plan on ending anyway.” He whispers that last part to your ear, a knowing smile on his lips as he feels the heat on your cheeks.
— “Hajun… You… You mean that?”
— “More than anything.” He vows, placing a kiss to the back of your hand, the one adorned with the set of silver rings he gifted you, never once breaking eye contact.
— Your fingers slot in between his. You suppose it’s alright to let your heart take command and test the waters.
— After all, you can’t keep denying you’ve been in love with him since the beginning, too. You just never thought he’d end up reciprocating.
hello Can I ask what request you have? :'0 because I think I ordered something a while ago on your previous blog but I don't remember what it was about and I think maybe it wasn't sent idk ;u;
hello, nonnie, dear !
these are the requests i currently have pending:
— kanata, hajun, shiki, yohei meeting reader’s deaf little sister (who uses special headphones to hear) and admires them.
— bae + cozmez w a mc fem reader that has hearing hypersensitivity and supports them from home, since she doesn’t go to see live shows.
— nayuta, kanata, reo, hajun having a crush on reader and how they get to confess.
— shiki, yohei, cozmez w a reader able to heal wounds and trap reactions w their singing.
first, i apologize bc i am aware it’s been some days since these requests were sent. i’m v sorry i haven’t been able to post sooner. things happened and well, my state of mind really wasn’t the proper one to write quality fics. i’m better now, so hopefully i can post v soon.
that said, pls feel free to send an ask again if you don’t see your request here ! it means the app probably ate it 😔
hii I come to leave love on this blog yeii and I am surprised by the shandowbanner of the previous blog that explains why I couldn't find your blog easily :'0 but don't worry I'm sure you will grow quickly in this one because your fics are too cute!
aaaww nonnie you are so sweet 🥺🩵 yeah the other blog was shadowbanned since the day i created it </3 i thought it was bc it was so new but it didn’t go away so i ended up moving here hehe thank you sm for sending love, hun ! 🫶🏻 and ty for saying my fics are cute, it makes me happy you think so <3
thank you for stopping by, take care and stay safe, mwah !
Name: Tora || MC name: TAIGA || Birthday: February 25 || Color: #ffc0cb (angel pink) || Profession: writer || Hobby: cute things || Favorite food: sweets, ramen, miso soup || Special skill: imagery.
Hi, hi ! The name’s Tora <3 Welcome to my about page and my paralive blog. I’ve gotten into it recently and I love writing, so I made this blog, I hope you all enjoy here.
You may know me from my main, from my idolish7 blog or from my previous paralive blog (it’s shadowbanned, so I moved here).
I look forward to interacting with everyone here and I hope you’ll like my works, thank you for visiting, mwah ! 🩷
