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𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 Kancelolol
Blue Lock
BLLK Christmas Special
Haikyuu
Operation Fall in Love with your Childhood Friend! (Haikyuu FF)
How to Survive a Relationship (Blue Lock FF – In the process of being rewritten!)
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬
✐ᝰ You've been friends with Kuroo and Kenma for as long as you can remember, and you've also been in love with Kuroo for the same amount of time. It was meant to be secret, but with Kuroo graduating soon, you decide that you had enough with holding it in, and for some reason, Kenma has offered to help you out.
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭
✐ᝰ Fluff/Slight Angst
✐ᝰ Love Corner
✐ᝰ Kenma x Fem!Reader
✐ᝰ Kuroo x Fem!Reader
So it's been a while since I've last posted...(shocker)
I had a poll to do a vote on what fanfic idea I should write, which was over two weeks ago.
So first of all, thank you to everyone who voted!
I've been wanting to get the masterlist out for you guys, but I'm currently in my senior year of high school with final exams approaching + college prep.
So uh, yeah, things have been hectic...
But I'll do my best to get more posts out for you guys soon <3
The winner from the last poll was the Kuroo x Reader x Kenma fanfic, and I plan to release the masterlist for it within the next week.
I'm still working on the outline for the plot, but if anyone is interested in being a part of the taglist, feel free to comment or priv message me :)
Hopefully once summer break comes, I'll have more free time to come online and write!
✐ᝰ Breakups are rough, especially when they haven't quite gotten over you yet
ft! Sae, Chigiri, Rin, & Karasu
wc: 0.6k || Angst, No comfort || Gender-neutral Reader || Not proofread || N/A: This is so buns but I'm semi-back so WHATEVER !! 🥹🥹
On nights where he is met with nothing but his house, Sae remembers.
He remembers the vase you loved, which no longer greets him from atop the cabinet near the front entrance. He remembers the kitchen drawer, which has less utensils than he last recalls. He remembers the closet, once stuffed with clothes but now has gaps between the hangers.
The night is so quiet that his brain has to fill it with thoughts of you, you, you.
Your voice, your scent, the scraping of your slippers going from room to room, it all used to filter his exhaustion and endless thoughts, replacing them with your own noise that decorated his world.
Even towards the end, with all the fights and the screaming and the tears, they still added colors of blue and purple that complimented the orange and yellow. Your color brightened everything, touching the furniture, sweeping across the walls, and reaching his heart.
Now that world is dull.
Because you took his home with you, leaving him with nothing but a space with four walls and a roof.
Your collection of skincare has long expired, taking up needed space in his cabinet.
One, Two, Three, Four, the months zipped past the expiration date, yet none of it encourages Chigiri to even nudge the products to the side.
His own skincare runs out, gets replaced, and takes over the spot the thrown out product originally resided in. Everything comes and goes, skincare and people alike.
There's a timer for everything, Chigiri thinks.
No, he knows.
He knows better than anyone, that what matters most is seeing things to the end and accepting it, even if you lose something in the process.
Even so, your stuff remains, long after time destroyed your relationship.
Like he doesn't think it's truly over, and one day, you'll return and need it for your shared nightly routine.
Rin doesn't like jewelry.
They have no significant value, and can't be brought onto the field where he spends most of his time.
His teammates know this, which is why they question the bracelet.
The one that he wears whenever he can, and leaves locked inside his locker when he can't.
He brushes them off, telling them to mind their own business.
It was just some bracelet after all. Not a precious relic.
Sometimes he even leaves it on his kitchen counter carelessly, or forgets it in the pocket of his jacket when he tosses it into his laundry bin.
It's not like he always remembers to grab it before he leaves the house, or internally panics and flips his place over when he realizes it's missing.
It's just a small trinket. One he could find again.
He just polishes it regularly so it can be in the same condition as the day you gifted it to him, because it would be a waste not to, right?
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
Karasu's storage is full, and the notifications that keep reminding him of that fact is getting annoying.
It gets so bad to the point where he finally checks his phone to sift through his photos app, hoping to discover what the issue is and solve it. He was never much of a photo-taker, so the situation as a whole was absurd to him.
At least until he takes one look, and it all makes sense.
Your smile fills his screen, occupying every little box. They repeat in rows and stack on top of each other, level after level.
Karasu smiles at some, laughs at others, and then his face drops when he stops himself, realizing just how much he scrolled. The warning is present, the bar nearly reaching the max capacity.
His finger hovers over the select all button. He presses, and then cancels. He drags his finger over a few images, stops, unselects a few, then unselects them all.
He ultimately chooses to turn off the notifications instead.
Thank you to everyone who participated in the poll I posted last week!
It was close but it looks like you all wanted me to post longer fanfics rather than my usual hcs or oneshots, so here are my ideas !! (None of these will be NSFW, just mainly fluff and angst)
I'd love to get through all of these eventually, but you guys can pick which one I work on first lolol
1. Nagi x Reader
— » After being locked off, Nagi returns to his dull life, letting go of football completely. He graduates, passes his entrance exams, and prepares to begin a new chapter in life: college. What he doesn't expect though, is getting a new, strange and whimsical neighbor his age, who would become the one to brighten his world again.
2. Kuroo x Reader, Kenma x Reader
— » You have been friends with Kuroo and Kenma for as long as you can remember, and you've been inlove with Kuroo for the same amount of time. It was a classified secret, but with Kuroo graduating soon, you decide that you had enough with holding it in, and for some reason, Kenma has offered to help with your confession.
3. Miya Twins x Reader
— » The Miya Twins wouldn't be the Miya Twins if they didn't maintain their competitive dynamic. Whether it came to volleyball, academics, or whoever could reach the bus stop first. It was immature and silly stuff, but things seem to get serious when you come into the equation.
4. Karasu x Reader
— » You've always been jealous of your best friend for having a younger sibling, especially as an only child. Which is probably why you had a habit of pampering Karasu growing up, while your friend, his sister, always pestered him. Though, as you two become more mature, he seems to stray further and further away from the 'little brother' role as romantic feelings begin to surface.
TW: There is an age gap obviously, but there will be NO mutual romantic interactions until they're BOTH of age
5. Reo x Reader
— » Hakuho High School and Kashikoi Academy has always been at odds with one another, competing to be the best ranked high school in the nation. Their main way of completing...was the see who had the better top student between their schools. AKA, you and Reo. Reo's always had a problem with you because of this. Too bad you could care less about him though.
6. Aiku x Reader
— » Being a popular fanfic writer is hard, especially if you have no actual experience with romance. It was inevitable that you’d run out of ideas. But just as you’re about to give up, fate decides to toss you a bone and give you an opportunity to get new material. Though, you sure as hell would’ve never thought it would come in the form of Aiku Oliver discovering your secret.
TW: Might be a little toxic, especially in the beginning. Not trying to romanticize toxic relationships, but this is Aiku we're talking about here 😒
I probably won't go back and change my old posts cause I'm too lazy, but I'm letting you all know now that this is how my page will look moving forward so there's no confusion for my current followers !!
Speaking of you all, I'd like to thank every single one of you
I started this blog out of my love for writing that had been dead for years. I had no where to really express my silly ideas, especially since I had no interest in becoming an author full-time
...But then I realized I could just write fanfics about series I love for fun instead lolol
Seeing people actually enjoy my writing enough to follow or interact with my posts has genuinely brought me so much joy, so as a thanks, I want to know if you guys are interested in me either opening my inbox for requests or writing long fanfics instead of short hcs and oneshots !
I've always held off on this because I struggle to find the time to sit down and finish even the ideas that I come up with (if you're familiar with my posting schedule, I'm sure you're well aware...)
Even now, I honestly can't promise I'll post chapters consistently or complete requests at a fast pace lolol
But I really do appreciate all the support I've received up until now, and I want to at least do something for you all !!
Plus, I need something on the side as a hobby to get me through school...😒😒
I already have a few ideas for fanfics that I'll release if that choice gets voted (All of them will probably be BLLK or HQ out of personal preference, in case that changes anything for you guys), and for the inbox, I'll post the rules for it if you wanna make a request or just talk or ask me anything in general
Or if you guys want both, I'll gladly do so, just understand that knowing me, posts will be out at a MUCH slower pace...
Thank you all again for love, please let me know what'd you like to see moving forward!
—☆ wc: 0.9k || Oneshot || Fluff || Gender-neutral reader || Part 1
AN: I tried to write both parts in way where you don't need to read one or the other to understand what's going on, but I recommend reading both either way (totally not biased)
Your home is not home without the quiet.
Not the kind of quiet you feel when you make a joke no one gets, or the kind you feel in a crowd of people you neither know nor want to be around.
But the kind that makes you want to drift off to sleep with it serenity.
You don't though, not yet.
Not until you finally hear the rattling of keys and clicking of a lock. The sound makes you raise your head from your spot on the couch, because it can only be one person besides an intruder.
"Michael?"
A recognizable hum echoes in the hallway leading to the front door, and you rise to your feet to step in the direction of your boyfriend's voice.
You only stop when he emerges into the living room to meet you halfway. "Where were you?"
He raises a brow, staring you up and down as if you were being brainless. "I had an appointment?"
"Well duh." You sigh at his matter-of-fact tone, your eyes flitting up to the clock behind him. You're not upset at his late arrival, but you sure are confused. "I knew that, but I thought it was only going to be a few hours?"
"It took longer than I thought it would." He shrugged, and his indifference almost rubs off on you. He was calm as usual, so it probably wasn't serious enough for you to make a fuss.
...Is what you would have thought if your eyes didn't wander to his left arm. It looked normal, initially, until you see something shiny poking out.
"...Michael?"
The way you draw out his name while gaping at his arm gets a satisfied smirk to grow on his face. "Surprise?"
"What is that?" You point to his bicep, maintaining a neutral expression in case this was some new of form of ragebait from Kaiser.
"Like it?" He steps closer with a cocky stride, raising his elbow and pulling up his short sleeve further. "You should. It's your shitty drawing after all."
On his arm, right above one of the stems wrapping around it, was the all familiar shape of a butterfly you had drawn on him one morning. It was just a silly doodle—something you did for fun to mess with him—but now that exact design was planted right on his bicep, covered by a secondskin bandage and clearly out of place in comparison to the realistic detailing of his first tattoo.
"...Is that real?"
Kaiser's smirk only widens as he ruffles your hair, patting it one last time before brushing past you. "What do you think?"
"Michael!"
You follow him to the couch where he plops down, scolding him because you're not sure how else to label what you're feeling.
"Watch it," he warns, but gently tugs you down with him on couch. You fall on your knees between his legs, glaring at him as he makes himself comfortable against a pillow.
"What, why...why would you even get this?" You go to poke the source of your disbelief, but stop yourself, worried it'll hurt Kaiser. While he did vaguely informed you of an abrupt appointment that he had today, you would have never guessed that it was for this!
"Why not?" he asks plainly, letting out a long yawn as his hand brushes up and down your spine.
"This is permanent, right?"
"Yes."
"As in like, it'll last forever?" You hover above him as you begin your interrogation, staring deep into his eyes to find any semblance of a lie.
"Yes."
"Forever? For the rest of your life?" You lean in closer with every word, as if you've been hearing wrong and getting closer will allow you to hear the actual truth.
"You talk too much," he scoffs, grabbing the back of your head before pushing you against him.
"Forgive me for being surprised!"
He pays no mind to your distressed words, burying them in his chest. Being silenced only allows your nagging thoughts to grow. When did he even book this appointment? Why did he book this appointment? And how long has he been thinking about this?
It rattles you—the idea that the Michael Kaiser got a tattoo of some impulsive idea you concocted.
"...So it'll really last forever?" you ask again, uncertain of whether you want him to be joking or reassure you that this really means what you think it does.
"That's what a tattoo is, no?"
The Kaiser you knew from the beginning would've scowled at the sight. He would've been repulsed, maybe even gag at the implication. The Kaiser who would never even dare ask or expect anything from you, somehow viewing himself as both too mighty and too unworthy.
But that same Kaiser lays here beneath you with that 'shitty' butterfly tattoo. A symbol of forever.
"Why are you grinning like that?"
You don't even realize you are, but you're not surprised. How could you not?
"Because I'm happy."
"You were pretty upset a second ago."
"I'm happy now." You curl up closer to him, letting the words flow out like a slow river in the dead of night. "I'm so happy."
"...Just go to sleep." He grumbles but wraps his arms around you like you'll disappear if he doesn't.
"I don't know if I can."
"Too bad. I can though."
You snort, deciding to let him get away with his attitude. Admiring his tattoo, your fingers instinctively traces an outline of a circle around the butterfly. The doodle was originally drawn in black with a paint marker, and you can clearly notice how his tattoo artist attempted to replicate the same look.
The only difference was the wings. They were colored in with your favorite color, and seeing that, you're certain your cheeks are going to split due to your growing smile.
"...Michael?"
His eyes are closed, yet he responds with haste. "What now?"
"I love you."
He tenses at those words, ones you've said hundreds of times, but today, it's different.
Because he made a subtle promise, one that neither of you seem keen on taking back.
"...Me too." He kisses the side of your hair, patting down the strands he messed up earlier. "I love you too."
They were a green color that always seemed vibrant, whether it was glowing in a dimmed room or reflecting off the sun's light on a cloud free afternoon.
If his eyes are gems, then his lashes are the guards that protect them. They're long from the top to the bottom of his eyelids, and almost sharp in a way that matches his unapproachable demeanor.
You like them though. His eyes and lashes.
Too bad his bangs are in the way.
"Do you need something?"
You're startled out of your trance when Rin glances up while calling you out. He remains propped up against a pillow next to you in bed, but he looks down at you as he clamps a bookmark in place to let his book fall onto his lap.
"Nothing." You shrug from underneath the covers. "Your hair has just really grown out."
He scrunches his nose. "That's the fifth time you've mentioned it this week."
"I haven't brought it up that much…" You retort a little too defensively, and you could tell that he noticed by the tiny smirk that forms on his face. "But seriously, when are you going to cut it?"
"Whenever I feel like it," he answers plainly, tossing his book onto the night stand before shifting his position to lay on his side to face you. "It is a problem?"
You hum, studying the way his each strand of his silky hair lands on his pillow. "Not necessarily."
Your left hand creeps out from the covers to lightly caress his cheek until it moves further to brush one side of his bangs behind his ear. "I guess I can work with this?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" He narrows his eyes at you as if he's reprimanding you, but your lingering fingers can feel the heat rushing into his ear. It makes you chuckle as you scoot closer to him.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it."
He manages to keep a straight face, but his bright pink ears give away his thoughts. It's cute how despite the embarrassment he's feeling, he still looks directly at you, as if inviting you to see his rare gems—ones that he rarely ever showed anyone else willingly.
"Weirdo."
That's all Rin can bring himself to say before allowing silence to take over, leaving the bedroom noiseless besides the soft shuffling of your legs intertwining with his. It drags on as you repeatedly brushed his hair aside, taking the chance to contemplate an idea before breaking the quiet atmosphere.
"You know, if you want, I can cut your hair for you."
"No."
Your eyes widen at his immediate rejection, but then you smirk like you caught him chickening out on a bet. "What? You don't trust me?"
Rin sighs like he's just about ready to fall asleep to escape your antics. "I don't know why you're so adamant about me getting a haircut in the first place."
"It's because you look weird with longer hair," You remark dryly to mess with him, and you have to hold back a howling laugh when you see how his face drops like a wilted flower. "I'm kidding! But doesn't it get in the way? Like during practice and stuff?"
He looks equally relieved and unamused by your joke, even more so when you pinch his cheek in an attempt to comfort him. "I guess?" he mutters after a moment of consideration, yet doesn't look any more interested in going along with your offer.
Rin's gaze traces your face, a hesitant thought peeking from behind his jewel-like eyes that you've learned to read after knowing him for so long.
"…I like this though," He admits, the words sneaking out of his mouth. "I like when you touch my hair like this."
His quiet confession stunned you, your hand freezing above his ear. The red in his ear spreads down to his cheeks as he frowns, and you're certain that it reached you too. Your mouth parts in surprise for a moment, until it slowly morphs into an easy smile. "You could've just said that. I'd still play with your hair, even if it gets shorter."
He huffs, but doesn't complain as you resume running your fingers through his hair. If anything, his shoulders relaxed further into bed as his lashes sheathed themselves to rest, knowing that there was no need to hide the sleep in his eyes. Not around you.
"I'd like to see your face though. It's hard to when you hair is always in the way."
You meant what you whispered, because even though Rin never reveals his true feelings for everyone to see, he makes an exception for you. And since he was so honest with you, it's only fair you'd do the same.
Your admission forces Rin's droopy eyes to shoot open, and he half-heartedly glares at you before swiftly pulling you into his chest. You yelp in surprise, but you're silenced by the rapid thumping of his heart.
It's quick—almost frantic—yet strangely, it begins lulling you to sleep and drawing a smile on your face—alongside the distant muttering about how he'll schedule a hair appointment tomorrow.
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The corner of a random napkin is decorated with faint black and blue scribbles, barely bleeding into the sheet. It makes you click your tongue in annoyance.
"Michael! Do we have any more pens?" You lift your head from your hunched position over the dresser, glancing at the lump under the blanket on the king sized bed.
You only receive a muffled grunt in return, the blanket hill shuffling until tufts of blonde to blue hair scatters across a pillow. With the lack of assistance, you decide to simply rummage through the drawer, pushing away charger cords, paper clips, hair ties, folded papers, and other junk you forgot existed.
They were all shoved aside, making way for your eyes to catch a glimpse of the silhouette of a ballpoint pen. Your eyebrows subconsciously raise alongside the corners of your mouth as you reach for the object.
Only to reveal a thick paint pen.
Your face falls flat, coming to the realization that you and Kaiser really need to clean out this drawer.
Raising the pen to scrutinize it, you wonder where this thing even came from. It's in good condition, practically brand new, so throwing it away would be wasteful. Then again, you can hardly imagine what you'd even use it for—
Kaiser makes another noise, a mix of a groan and whine, telling you to not make so much ruckus during your search. It silences you...for a second.
With that, you come to a decision. Slamming the drawer shut—despite Kaiser's fuss—you strut over to where he laid peacefully.
Were you being petty? Maybe.
But if he's not going to be helpful, then might as well be, right?
Towering over your unexpecting prey, you peer at his face.
His eyes are shut, face muscles completely relaxed. You have to admit, your heart swelled a bit at the sight. It was a stark contrast to how Kaiser was when you first got together, back when he could have never imagined being comfortable enough around you to sleep without a single worry.
Too bad you were about to break that trust…sort of.
Kaiser hisses like a disturbed kitten when you pull the covers off of him, and then yelps when you straddle his stomach.
"What the fuck is wrong with—!"
"Stay still, okay?" You pop open the pen, and if he wasn't already awake, he definitely was now.
Both of his hands shoot out to grab your wrists before you could even bring the pen anywhere near him, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Testing this pen I found. Gotta make sure it works." You smirk, putting up a fight against this highly regarded athlete.
"You…" He glares at you, but his hold on your wrists grows weak despite being physically stronger than you. "Get off of me. It's too goddamn early for this."
You cock your head, blankly staring at him like he's gone mad, "…Michael. It's past noon."
Now his grip on you fully loosens, arms falling to his sides. You take the opportunity to begin doodling on an empty spot between the permanently painted stems on his left bicep—exposed by his sleeveless shirt.
"…What?"
"It's past noon," you repeat yourself as you draw. "Your alarm rung hours ago. But you kept turning it off, so I didn't bother dragging you out of bed."
He slowly blinks once. Then twice. Then once more while your pen gracefully glides over his skin. Kaiser makes a grumbling noise, annoyed, but not enough to push you off. Instead, his hand lifts to rest on your hip, before running up and down the side of your left thigh. His eyes clouded over with a daze, focused on the ceiling past your head.
"You should've," he finally speaks up. Though, it's quiet, like he wasn't even sure of his own complaint.
You just shrugged as you leaned down further to get a better view of your progress. "You deserve to rest."
He doesn't argue. His eyes just flutter close as he lets you continue to do whatever you want.
This morning was quiet. It usually is, but today, it felt different in a way you couldn't help questioning once you capped your pen.
"What are you thinking about?"
Kaiser opens his eyes again at your whispered inquiry, now deeply gazing at you. You can practically see the gears turning in his brain, but they stop for a moment to let Kaiser furrow his eyebrows at you. "I'm trying to figure out what the fuck you're doing."
"I told you already. I'm testing out the marker." You snort at his deflection. "So, what are you really thinking about?"
His hand stills halfway down your thigh, his pointer finger gently tapping against it with each passing second. Neither of you break eye contact, as if doing so will ruin the serene connection the two of you built.
"…Just can't believe that this is what my life has come to." His other hand reaches up to run through his messy bed hair, pushing back his bangs to expose more of his beautifully exasperated expression.
"What?"
"Oversleeping. Missing my morning workout. Letting you sit on top of me while you doodle your shitty drawings." He lists all of them like they were crimes you committed against him, but doesn't stop his hand from resuming its journey up and down your leg.
"Wow. You haven't even looked at them yet, how do you know they're shitty?" You quirk a brow, trying to act offended but failing to fight back a smile. Because you know, if Kaiser truly hated it, you wouldn't even be under the same roof like this, let alone be in bed on top of him.
"Cause it's you."
"I'm gonna draw a dick now."
"Don't even."
Laughter spills out of you, and you feel Kaiser tense from underneath, his fingers pressing a little tighter around your hips.
"What? It's basically the same as drawing a self-portrait of you, isn't it?"
"I'm throwing you off." He kisses his teeth, finally sitting up. You cackle as you begin falling backwards, but you don't get very far before Kaiser pulls you back, firming situating you on his lap.
"Awwh. Why are you so angry? I thought you loved looking at yourself?" You coo mockingly, making him scoff before burying his face into your neck. His arms snake around your waist while yours instinctively wrap around his neck. You press your cheek against the side of his head, and even as his disheveled strands of hair tickled you, you melted into the warmth of his embrace and the low sound of his slow breaths.
"Good morning, Michael."
You turn your head to place a light kiss against his hair, and he lets you before shifting his head down. Taking notice, you follow the new direction he's facing, and can't stop your smile from growing.
"…Morning." He mumbles in response, so focused on the butterfly you drew on his bicep that you don't even think he realizes that he's wearing the sweetest smile himself.
—☆ Reo never understood why you painted your nails yourself
wc: 0.6k || Angst
Tiny specks gather around a cuticle like ground black pepper, and the other fingernails copy its look. A crooked, neon pumpkin adorns the ring fingers, while unsymmetrical spiderwebs and bats take over the rest.
It scratches at Reo's brain a little, in a bad way. The kind of scratch you get when you hear a coin scrape against a chalk board, or when there's high pitched squeaky noise coming from a fork grinding against a plate.
Nonetheless, he takes it in hand like a fragile relic instead of an eyesore his conscience keeps nitpicking.
His thumb brushes over the fingers, then rubs the nails. Whether he did it out of adoration or from a strong urge to wipe off the out of place design was something he wasn't quite sure of yet.
"What are you thinking about?"
The sound of your voice snaps him out of his trance, forcing him to finally look up at you. You smile when he does, the humble cafe—one he's still not used to—with purple, orange, and black tinsels hanging acts as your background while you look at him with a curious gaze.
"Nothing important." Is all he says. No details on his prior thoughts. Those he can keep to himself.
At least, that's what he planned, until he looked back down at your nails once again.
"...You know..." He raises your hand to his lips, grazing them against your knuckles. "I could pay for you to get your nails done. Professionally."
An eyebrow raises at the sudden topic, but you decide not to question it. "You don't have to. It's not bad painting them myself."
"I can include a manicure as well." Reo brushes off your words completely. "Wouldn't it be nice to...get a pretty set?"
You smile when his tone shifts towards being more hesitant at the end. Almost amused. Somewhat uncomfortable.
"I think a more neutral color would suit you. Maybe clear with a simpler look?" He suggests, fiddling with your fingers while imagining how it would look.
"Are you saying my current nails aren't pretty? I did them to celebrate Halloween." You throw out a light hearted accusation.
"I like how creative they are?" His uncertain compliment makes you chuckle.
"Thanks. I guess." You narrow your eyes at him, but a smirk continues to grow on your face. "I'm good though. I like my nails as is."
His eyebrows pull towards one another, creating vertical wrinkles in the gap between them like they were coming together to discuss how strange your statement was. "Are you sure?"
"You're hurting my feelings over here." You try to fake a pout, but the corners of your mouth couldn't resist the urge to lift up. "Yes. I'm sure. I like painting my nails. It's fun."
Pulling one hand away from Reo's grasp, you curl your fingers into a fist, turning your hand to face your palm and examine your own work. "Even if I'm not the best at it."
Reo doesn't really get it.
But you're smiling, so he shuts up.
That was months ago.
He's not sure why he's recalling it now. Perhaps it's the deja vu he's getting from the hand resting in his palm.
They're different from his memories though. The nails are long and clear, with the top layer of gel polish smoothly outlining around the edges. There are golden abstract lines that he isn't sure what they're meant to represent, but they match the small jewels adoring the design and look nice.
They're pretty and clean, just how Reo likes them.
They fit with familiar view of the city below the high rise restaurant he's at, which is lit by the moon, lights that mimic the glow of candles, and joined by flutes of his favorite wine instead of mediocre coffee.
Yes, this is what perfection looks like.
Reo thinks he might be greedy though. The nails are exactly what he preferred, the location is a space he's used to, but he still feels sick—if not more—at the sight of it, proving it difficult to even digest the steak that he usually enjoys. The nauseating feeling only worsens when her smile accompanies it.
—☆ Isagi swears that you're just his best friend. You're his partner in crime, the one who understands him most, and his everythin—wait, that one might be too romantic...
The beat of a pop song bounces off semi-soundproof walls as lights flicker through an assortment of colors. Accompanying the music were two voices echoing up front, singing the words that appear on a big screen.
Some other voices scream along while Isagi quietly laughs with the others. His laughter gets lost in the chaos as his leg repeatedly bounced against the floor. Leaning further into the backrest of the sofa, the sound of cheers from his surrounding friends assaults his ears as his smile fades—his whole presence following suit—getting swallowed by the miserably pleasant energy.
He blankly stares at his hands, one thumb nail flicking underneath the other.
He wonders what time it is before checking his dead phone, only to see that it, unfortunately, did not magically charge itself since he last checked a few seconds ago. Ignoring the way he's getting shoved further into the corner by his rowdy friends, he then wonders what his mom might be making for dinner—a thought that was somehow more entertaining than whatever was currently going on. He smiles politely when he accepts the guy's half-hearted apology for bumping into him again, but wonders if now would be an appropriate time to excuse himself from this birthday celebration.
His friends like him, he knows that much, otherwise they wouldn't have invited him. But he also knows that invitation was only extended to him because the birthday boy wanted everyone on his football team there.
Isagi might not be the first person they'd pick to sing a duet with, or the first order they'd ask for when looking through the tablet menu, but he's cool enough to be the second.
And that was fine. He was fine with that. He only wants to go home early because he's tired, that's all.
That's all.
"Yoichi! Can you come with me real quick?" Isagi almost wants to laugh at how quickly he raised his head—all at the sound of your familiar voice. When your face comes into view, it begins to fill that empty pit that was gnawing at his heart with your blue, purple, green, and then red face, each color highlight your features in different ways.
You've always been there to his rescue. Just like that one sunny day at the park, where he started sobbing at nothing. He never explained why he was crying, couldn't even get any words out, but you pulled his tiny hand anyway as you ran—your stubby legs carrying him to safety—even though you couldn't sense the incoming rain like he did.
"Why do you need to take Isagi with you?" One of the guys asked with a raised brow, handing you a tablet.
"Might as well grab the drinks if I'm gonna head over there anyway." You let out a huff of laughter like it was the most obvious course of action. "And I'm definitely not gonna carry like, seven of them on my own."
You tug on Isagi's hand like you did that eventual-rainy day years ago, and he mumbles a small apology to the people he squeezes past to join you. "Plus, if I'm going with anyone, why wouldn't it be Yoichi?"
You smile at him. A smile he's used to, but nonetheless makes him think that he really is okay with being second place to others.
He's first place to you, and that was more than enough.
"Oh. My. God. When are you guys just gonna admit that you're dating?" One of the guys groans in an exaggerated, fed-up tone, setting off a chain of laughter from the rest of the group.
The discomfort returns, but in a different form. One that he's experienced time and time again, with different people making the same claim—that a girl and guy can't just be close friends. He should be used to it—he was used to it—yet, Isagi hopes that the lights stay at red a little longer to hide the flush in his cheeks, and blames the ringing of the mircophone's feedback for causing his mind to go blank.
"Never. Cause we're not dating." Isagi can practically hear your eyes roll, and he stifled a laugh while you continued to bark back counterarguments against the accusations with each step that you take towards the door.
Your annoyance only dies down when you slam the door behind the both of you, retrieving the warmth of your hand back to your side. "He's so annoying! Why can't he mind his own damn business?"
Isagi doesn't hold back his laughter anymore. It's louder now that he's in a barren hallway with just you and him to occupy it. "I wish I knew!"
He really did wish he knew why, and he wished they knew how valuable friendships between two people of opposite sexes could be.
Maybe then, you two wouldn't be bothered so much.
Isagi wished they could see the way you always show up to his games, sticking by him regardless of the outcome. He wishes he could film the petty arguments that occur in the middle of a convenient store aisle, where you two strongly debate if orange juice is better than apple, but leave with your stomachs hurting for all the giggling. If they were to hear his thoughts during practice, when he's wondering if your club meeting would end at the same time so you could walk home together, then they'd understand how precious of a friend you were to him.
His best friend.
A grumble that Isagi barely picks up escapes your mouth before you take long strides towards the end of the hallway without looking back, like you were certain Isagi would follow without a signal.
He does just that.
"Oh, sorry for randomly dragging you out by the way," you smile, slowing your steps to match his as he catches up—your attitude doing a 180 from mere seconds ago. "The others wanted to order more sodas, but the tablet wouldn't work, so I offered to go tell a staff and get the drinks."
"It's fine. I needed a breather anyways," Isagi chuckles, and he meant it, because it was you. He thinks that out of all his friends, he could easily spend all of his time with you and never get burnt out from your company.
"Thought so. Do you need a charger by the way?" You ask, catching Isagi off guard.
"Charger? For what?"
"Your phone?" You drawled with raised eyebrows. "You said that you were low on battery earlier. I asked my friend and she let me borrow hers."
Isagi pauses as his thoughts become fuzzy from the growing heat on his face. It shouldn't be a big deal. You're a good person, someone who's always helping him, and this is just another instance of that. You notice his hesitance, prompting you to open another option for him. "Or, we could just leave if you want. I'll come with you."
"What?"
"What?" You shrug, as if asking him why he was even surprised by your offer.
"Won't that look weird? I mean, they're already accusing us of dating." He rubs the side of his neck, which felt too hot for his liking.
"So? People always do. What's the difference now?"
Difference? What was the difference?
He has no answer, so he comes up with a different excuse. "Well, it'd be kinda rude to leave now though, right? The party isn't over."
"It's fine. No one's gonna get upset if we decide to leave early." You don't pick up on the shift in topic, and instead scoff like you expected that type of concern from someone like Isagi. "And if they do, then at least we'll go down together?"
Together.
Yeah, you've always been together.
Isagi can't help but mirror the grin on your face. One that he hopes will continue to be his guiding light towards the future. His future, which he'd gladly share with you. The thought came to him without a sliver of doubt, and he froze in his steps just as quickly once he fully processed what his brain had instinctively decided.
"Yoichi?" You pause in the middle of the hallway alongside him, furrowing your eyebrows at the way he's standing like a deer in front of headlights. The only sound in the hall was the distant overlap of music from different rooms, and the rapid pounding of his heart in his ears. You stared at him in your usual school uniform, with a little sweat trickling down due to the midsummer heat—messing with your hair and attire.
Isagi couldn't help but think that you looked like an angel, and that made him want to curl up into a hole of shame and embarrassment.
"Are you okay? Do you want us to leave or not?"
Isagi still thinks that two friends of the opposite gender can just be friends. Great friends, even.
Though, he realizes now that he's not quite a good example of that anymore.
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I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.
My name is Maram, a Palestinian woman from Gaza. I am 26 years old and a mother of three children: Malik (8 years old), Ibrahim (6 years old
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The weather is unpredictable, and so is Kuroo Tetsuro.
But you think you're good at matching his energy.
w.c: 2.6k || Fluff || Gender-neutral reader || Awkward Teenage love
It's autumn, and winter is approaching.
You're very much aware of that, yet, you can't help but think that it's too cold. Snow can be felt without there being any, and you worry that if you—for whatever reason—forget how to breath through your mouth, you'd perish on the spot with a nose full of snot. Had you known the weather would change this drastically, you would have decked yourself out in a thicker coat, scarf, and maybe even grab a pair of gloves.
Alas, the weather remains one of the most unpredictable wonders of life, and you curse this fact throughout your whole walk towards the school gate. Like the weather, being held back after class was not something you anticipated. It was sunny the moment the bell rang, but responsibilities kept you chained to the campus. The thought pisses you off, because you could've been tucked away at home and avoided being trapped in this harsh wind that bit at your cheeks until they turned numb.
"Woah. Now that's a new look."
You jump, snapping your head around to assess the danger.
Conclusion? Super dangerous. Level 10 threat. AKA, The Crush: Kuroo Tetsuro.
"Thanks. I worked hard for it," You retort flatly, fixing your hair while you attempt to conceal how mortified you felt towards him seeing you like this.
"I can tell. It's...a lot." He snorts, hand reaching up to ruffle your hair. A whine escapes you before he pushes the tousled strands away from your face—the surface of his hands are rough from years of volleyball, yet still weirdly gentle. Too gentle for you to handle. "Heading home?"
You nod, leaning away while taking note of his attire, "Mhm. Does the volleyball team have practice today?"
"Yup," he pops his 'p', shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. You had not expected to see him, but it makes sense now.
"Isn't it cold?" You examine his warm-up jacket with a scrunched nose. Never could you imagine wearing only that type of outwear in this weather.
He chuckles, stepping closer while pinching the edge of his sleeve to show off the material. "It's warmer than it looks."
Curiosity takes over, and without thinking, you grab his sleeve yourself, "Huh, it is thicker than it lo—"
You stop your own words when you notice him visibly flinch.
You're used to Kuroo messing around with you—ruining your hair or slinging an arm over your shoulders—so you had assumed that he was welcoming to physical contact. Obviously not, based on his reaction, and admittedly, it stung a little.
"Oh. Sorry."
Before you could back up, his fingers wrap around your wrist in a flash, which startles even him.
"No! I mean—Uh. I'm sorry," he murmurs an apology, and you think if he were a cat, his ears would be pointed downward. The sting immediately goes away.
"For what?" You raised a brow, biting your cheeks to prevent an incredulous laugh from spilling at the mental image. "I touched you first without asking. It's my bad."
He opens his mouth, closes it, and then glances away entirely while his arms move to cross over one another. His cheeks are red, and you wonder if he's lying about being cold.
"Nah, It's fine. I don't mind it." He lifts his hand slightly in a dismissive gesture, his face returning to his typical relaxed grin. "Anyway, shouldn't you be more worried about yourself being cold instead of me?"
He's clearly trying to change the subject, but you decide to bite the bait. "Who says I was worried?"
"Ouch. What a way to hurt a guy's feelings." He pouts, one arm still crossed over his chest while the other raises to press his knuckles against his chin. You both share a laugh before the conversation falls into a smooth rhythm.
It's pleasant.
Talking to Kuroo is always pleasant...is what you'd like to think if you were able to resist your teeth from chattering. Your words come out shaky, and Kuroo cocks a brow at the sound of it. You don't dwell on it, until a zipppppp interrupts your complaints about your math teacher, snapping you out of your mild irritation to watch Kuroo slide his jacket off his shoulder.
"Uh, what are you—?" You don't get the chance to finish your question before you see a flash of red and feel another layer of warmth enveloping you. It takes you off guard, and you think you're gawking at him, because his sly grin grows even wider as he holds the collar together with one hand.
"You're welcome" He puffs his chest, but the only thing your eyes are trained on is his thin t-shirt. Attempting to push his hand off the collar, you narrow your eyes. "Thanks, but I'm fine. This is your jacket."
"Yeah. But I don't really need it." He shrugs. His face is straight—unreadable—but there's a soft flush that forms as his gaze darts between your face and the jacket wrapped around you. "You do though."
"Really?" It's your turn to smirk at him. "Your face looks a little red for someone who doesn't apparently need it."
Your observation causes Kuroo's grip on the jacket to loosen, his eyes to widening. In one second, he's silent, but then the next, he jerks back as his thoughts come tumbling out. "I promise I don't! I'm cool. Totally cool! Er, cool as in like, I'm doing fine, you know?"
You really wanted to laugh, but let him continue. "Plus I'll be indoors, running around...all of that. So, uh, yeah. I'm cool. I'm fine."
"Uh huh." Your smile nearly splits your cheeks as you find enjoyment in watching him overexplain himself.
Kuroo is simultaneously easy and difficult to be around.
He's got an annoying but admirable confidence that both provokes others and makes him a dependable person. When he speaks, there's no indecisiveness in his delivery, yet every word is carefully considered and tailored to the listener. Even during the rare times where he gets like this, he doesn't back down, facing you earnestly with that cheeky glimmer in his eyes that you've become fond of.
The one that appears when you ask him for help on an assignment, wish him luck on an upcoming practice match, or when he helps himself to the empty spot next to you at lunch like he belongs there.
He's easy to hang out with, that's why you like him.
But ironically, it's that same crush that makes it hard to relax around him.
"For the record, I think you are cool. The other kind."
His gaze finally becomes steady on you. "...What?"
"You're a really cool guy. I hope you know that." You look at him directly, shrugging. You know your feelings are probably one sided—you're pretty certain of that.
But regardless, you feel grateful to have met a friend like him, and you wanted him to hear it. "I'm glad we're friends."
For what felt like the nth time in the past 10 minutes, Kuroo's eyes go wide again like you've become deadly ill from the cold. "...What's up with the sudden sentimentality?"
You click your tongue, but even you could tell that it lacked a lot of bite. "I can't be nice anymore?"
"You're never nice." He sticks his tongue out at you mockingly.
When you scowl at him harshly, he's quick to raise his hands in surrender with a wild grin, "Kidding! I'm kidding!"
It leaves as quick and it appears, replaced with a smile one would wear when reuniting with an old close friend. "Seriously though, where's this coming from?"
"I was just thinking, that's all."
Your response doesn't quite satisfy him, but he doesn't press either.
"I'm glad we're...friends too."
"Why'd you hesitate you jerk?" You narrow your eyes in faux offense—playfully kicking his shin—to which he hides his hands behind his back like a kid who's been caught causing mischief.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
His tone is nothing short of childish—this whole conversation was, in fact—but you cackle and play along nonetheless. "Are we not friends?!"
"We are!"
"Liar!"
"I mean it! You're my bestttt friend," he pleads for you to believe him, his arm pulling you closer into his side.
"You wouldn't have hesitated if I was!" You peek your elbow from under his volleyball jacket to nudge his chest, the smile on your facing contrasting the frown that you desperately kept trying to maintain.
"Come onnn! I only hesitated to leave room for other possibilities too!" He argues, tilting his face to look at you directly, as if it'll allow you to see how genuine he is.
"What other possibilities?"
Your question makes him pause, mouth gaping like he hadn't meant to say what he did. That alone was enough to capture all of your attention.
Because Kuroo is always careful with what he says.
"Nevermind. Trust me when I say you're my best friend, okay? Pretty please?" He returns to normal, but the damage is done.
"Why should I trust you when you're not even telling the truth!" You close your fist, angling it like there's a microphone in your hand before holding it up to his lips. "Spill, Mister Kuroo! What did you mean by 'other possibilities'?"
This gets him to back away first, now wearing a nervous smile and shifting on his feet. "...I was just, you know."
Your face drops into a deadpan, "I don't know. That's why I'm asking."
You can tell he almost rolls his eyes at your sarcasm, but answers you anyway. "Saying I'm glad that we're friends...sounds like I'm happy with being friends."
"...Well, duh." You drop your microphone in disappointment, furrowing your eyebrows—half with confusion, half with amusement. "So you're admitting that you're not happy with our friendship?"
"I'm happy but..." He trails off, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head as he debates whether or not to finish his thought.
"...I'm a selfish guy. At least, when it comes to you. Being only friends just...doesn't really satisfy me."
The world goes quiet in your ears as you process what he just said. The type of quiet that comes with a searing heat that overwhelms all your other senses. You don't know what exactly you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't that.
Kuroo is an easy friend to be around, but is also difficult.
Because he pulls too much tricks like this. Ones that you fill you with so much hope it hurts.
The silence drags on a little too long, you think, because Kuroo nervously grins, eyes lids lowering into a softer look as he bumps his fist against your shoulder. "Just kidding!"
...Just kidding.
Yeah, it would be easy to say its a joke and pretend this never happened. After all, you were so accepting of remaining just friends mere minutes ago. If he is really joking, then pressing this topic will just be humiliating for you.
But if Kuroo was going to mess with your heart like this, then surely you're allowed to do the same?
"I'll let you go now. You should probably head home before it gets too cold for poor lil old you—"
"What were you thinking?" You interject calmly, gripping his jacket tighter around you. "If not 'just friends', what else were you considering?"
If you weren't so focused on getting an answer, you would've loved to tease him for how bugged out his eyes were at your candid interrogation. There was a sense of gratification in seeing how you were able to render Kuroo Tetsuro—the guy who dishes out comebacks like he's a Michelin star chef—utterly speechless.
He covers the bottom half of his face with the back of his hand, contemplating, which only seems to burn his face a bright shade of red. Under his breath, you barely hear him mumble his idea. "...Dating...wouldn't be so bad."
You resist the urge to cheer.
"But! To me, you're way more important," he continues swiftly, concern painting his face. "So, no pressure yeah? I really was joking. Just being around you already makes me happy enough."
You feel all your previous confidence leave your body, and you even think that it might've been transferred to Kuroo in this instance.
"I...really like you. More than a friend," He rubs his neck with a bashful smile and furrowed eyebrows. "You make it hard not to, you know?"
Seeing him now, you feel frustrated with your past self for not noticing earlier. How could you not, when he looks at you like you're everything he's ever wanted?
"KUROO!" A voice boomed, startling you and the man in trouble. "BREAK ENDED 5 MINUTES AGO, GET YOUR ASS BACK TO THE COURTS!"
Peering behind Kuroo, you're met with Yaku's...less than pleased stare. Kuroo follows your gaze and grimaces as his friend's anger—which intensifies when Kuroo acknowledges his presence. "Yikes...looks like I'm in trouble with the little demon again."
He turns back around to you, smirking, but it's not quite the same as what you're used to. "Wish me luck okay? And get home safe."
Get home safe?
You couldn't help the uncomfortable feeling bubbling in your chest at the innocent send-off.
He wanted you to go, but how could you without sharing the joy of having your feelings be reciprocated?
"Hold on, can w-"
"WOAH! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD A LOVER KUROO!"
Annoyance consumes you when you're cut off by a new friend intruding on the moment. You're about to continue what you meant to say...until you register what was said.
"HAH?! WHERE'D YOU GET THAT IDEA FROM?!" Kuroo whips around, shouting at who you assume is underclassman. It gives you a full view of his nape, which is completely red.
"Isn't that yours?" The kid saunters towards you two despite Yaku's protests, pointing between the jacket you're wearing as a cape and Kuroo.
"Mind your damn business, Lev. I lent it cause they were cold." Kuroo scolds his teammate, storming over to block him from getting any closer.
Although Kuroo offered an explanation, the kid only pressed further, moving on from Kuroo to you. "Hey! Are you Kuroo's lover?"
"Hi. Shouldn't you introduce yourself first before asking those types of questions?" You raise a brow at his brashness.
"Lev Haiba! First Year Student and Nekoma's Ace!" He responds like he's in military service, and you could almost visualize him saluting to you as he speaks.
His answer makes you deduce that he's either really arrogant, or really foolish. Or maybe both. Either way, the reaction it pulls out of Kuroo makes you cackle, and you can't help but want to add fuel to the fire.
"Nice to meet you, Lev."
He nods rapidly before probing once more, "So? Are you his lover?"
He's met again with Kuroo's intervention.
"Stop bothering them. I already answered your damn question, so move along." He's annoyed, it's evident, but there was also a brief glimmer of giddiness in his eyes at Lev's assumption of your relationship.
You let out a exasperated huff of endearment, totally captivated by this man.
"I am."
That's all you say. Two simple words. But they silence everyone there.
At least, for a few seconds.
"WOAH! You really are?! Why were you trying to keep it a secret? Don't you trust us?"
"That's—!" Kuroo is at a lost for words, looking at Yaku, Lev, and then you, especially at you, blinking like he's unsure if he even heard correctly.
"I should get going now." You decide to make your escape. Was it cruel? Maybe, but that expression on Kuroo's face was too good, and your heart was beating with so much excitement that your energy level feels like it could last you for days. "Good luck with the rest of practice. Text me when you're done, okay?"
With one final wave, you turn on your heels, heading towards the front gates to exit with a pep in your steps. But then, you stop for a moment, remembering one last thing that you needed to tell him.
"Oh, and thanks for the jacket, Tetsuro!"
When your back faces the school once again, you laugh even harder when you hear Yaku and Lev behind you—one screaming at Kuroo to get off the ground, while the other asks why his whole face is a bright red.
w.c: 0.4k || Day Seven || Masterlist
—☆ Raichi loves a good competition, but no prize is greater than you
If you weren't near freezing to death in this moment, you think you would've chuckled a little at your boyfriend's determined expression.
"Do you want the prize that bad?" You manage to ask through a shaky breath, pulling your coat tighter around you.
A scarf would've been nice too, though, you didn't that far agead when rushing out to investigate a loud thud.
The source of that sound clicks his tongue, still not sparing you a glance from atop the ladder he's standing on, "Hah? What are you saying?"
"The free massage coupons. You want them that bad?" You clarify, recalling the house decorating war that your neighbor declared on Raichi—mocking him for being so 'boring' during the holidays.
"Hell no! I could give less of a crap about that," He grumbles under his breath, his attention solely on hanging the colorful fairy lights in his hands.
You bite back a smile, "Are you sure? You're putting in a lot of effort for someone who apparently doesn't care."
"I don't care about the prize. I just refuse to lose to a bunch of assholes who can't shut up late at night." The fire in his eyes burns even stronger as memories of your neighbor's loud holiday music haunt him.
Hearing his reasoning, you can't help but cheer him on even more.
"Maybe we should change our prize to force them to turn it down from now on." You sigh wearily, hand reaching out to hold onto the lower end of the ladder. He mumbles a thanks for your additional stability, shooting you a quick glance.
When he does, his movement freezes.
"Oi."
You hum with raised eyebrows, taken aback by his sudden agitated tone. That only seems to further annoy him as he drops the remaining string of lights. They hang off the side of your wall, the ends dropping and pooling on the ground while his feet follow shortly after.
"You look stupid." He pinches your numb cheeks before wrapping his scarf around your neck, adjusting until he thinks you couldn't be warmer. "Your face is all red."
When his warmth reaches you, you finally let out the laugh you've been trying to hold in. "I forgot to grab a scarf. I thought something happened to you so I ran out."
He narrows his eyes at you like that was a dumb assumption. "You should've gone back inside then."
"I wanted to help you," you said earnestly.
"Idiot," he rebukes with a fond exasperation, cupping both of your bare hands in his—holding them close to his chest. "You come first. If you're cold, then just say so."
His words are scolding, and his hands are freezing to the touch.
Yet, you don't think you've ever felt warmer as he gently guides you into your home by the shoulder, his earlier focus now on you, just like how it's always been.
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I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.
My name is Maram, a Palestinian woman from Gaza. I am 26 years old and a mother of three children: Malik (8 years old), Ibrahim (6 years old
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w.c: 0.4k || Day Six || Masterlist
—☆ You're always getting dragged into new adventures with Shidou. This winter, it's skiing.
Today is the day you die.
You're very certain of it.
"BABE! Come on! You're worrying your pretty little head about it too much!" Shidou cackles as he speeds towards you, puffs of snow trailing his feet.
Already shaking on your own skiboard, you flinch as he draws near, shutting your eyes. There's a gush of wind, but no impact, so you hesitantly peak open one eye, expecting the worse. Thankfully for you, Shidou had abruptly stopped a few inches in front of you, grinning maniacally.
"I'm glad you're having fun..." You grunt, taking baby steps down the snowy incline.
"I am. I wish you'd have fun too though." He knocks on your helmet.
You wince at the vibrations, waiting for the thumping to pass before opening your eyes to glare at Shidou, "I'm trying! Not everyone is as athletic as you are..."
"Awhhh. Thanks sugar!" He lights up, placing a hand on top of your helmet on reflex, ready to ruffle your hair...or at least try to.
When he finally processes how stupid his attempt looks with your thick protective gear, he settles for firming his grip and rolling your head.
You yelp, grabbing onto his bicep to balance yourself as he enjoys his strange alternative display of affection, "Watch it! And that also wasn't meant to be a compliment!"
He just laughs as he finally lets you go, now staring at your hand latched onto his arm while you internally celebrate Shidou's inability to mess up your hair today. Without warning, his hand envelops yours, detaching you from his arm so that his fingers could weave through.
The act makes you look up from the ground, where Shidou is already gazing at you, "If I hold your hand, would you feel more safe?"
The smile he's wearing is full of mischief, but his hold on your hand is steady and full of promises for protection. Your racing heart from a while ago takes on a different rhythm, no longer beating from anxiousness. Instead, it thumps with excitement similar to what Shidou had throughout this trip. You can't help but laugh a little with both amusement and fondness for the man in front of you, "Maybe. Are you gonna let go?"
He cocks his head to the side, wearing a neutral, innocent expression. "Am I?"
"Shidou."
He throws his head back in a fit of laughter at your daring tone.
"I won't!" He tugs on your hand, grinning so brightly that you can't stop yourself from joining him. "I swear on it."
Trying new things is scary, and skiing definitely makes it into the top 10 of your most nerve-wracking experiences. Though, you learn that it's not half as bad with Shidou around.
