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IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT β€ h. kazutora (shoujo!au)
kazutoraβs at your window. youβre accustomed to his surprise visits, and he usually doesnβt stir up trouble. these secret meetings typically end well with you walking away scot free, but this time, you suspect a different outcome. one, itβs 3 am and kazutora is making no effort to stay quiet. two, your window is on the second story.Β
like any normal person, your heart stops for a moment when, through your bleary eyes, you see the boy barely hanging onto the ledge, grinning at you in the dark. you know itβs him, of course, but that doesnβt make his sudden presence any less mortifying. to add insult to injury, his sly, steady heads know how to maneuver through the locks on your window, opening it just enough for him to slip through with little to no sound.
ββtora.β
βy/n.β heβs completely unphased by the cold look on your face, landing stealthily in your room with only a tiny thump from his shoes.
the next thing you notice is his clothes; heβs still in his school uniform, except the collarβs loose and unbuttoned, tie barely hanging onto his neck, and itβs drenched in the stench of cologne. if it werenβt for these circumstances, your face would be heating up, but youβre antsy at the thought of someone walking in or, god-forbid, the neighbors looking out their window to see you fraternizing with your secret lover.Β
even so, the familiar butterflies fill your stomach when kazutora leans over your bed and kisses the corner of your mouth, rubbing his nose against your cheek like a cat. you canβt fight the smile that forces itself on your face, the urge to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him on top of you onto your mattress.
βoh?β he teases. βfrisky, arenβt we?β
βdonβt want the neighbors to see,β you mumble.Β
βyeah, sure.β
he leans down to kiss you again, but you push your palm against his forehead, prying him off. βwhy are you here, βtora?β
his eyes go round and he poutsβa deep, comical expression that makes you cringe at how obviously exaggerated it is, and you hate to admit itβs cute. just a bit. with that, you let him settle into your arms, no longer fighting against his shuffles to make himself comfortable in your bed. the weight and heat of kazutoraβs body slows the previous thumping of your heart, the rush of adrenaline from being awakened from your sleep, and the thrill of having him around.
βi wanted to see you,β he murmurs. βi feel like i never do during the day.β
βyou see me all the time at school.β
βbut we canβt do this, you know? or else the teachers would tell you off.β
amidst your conversation, the floorboards outside your door audibly sink beneath the weight of footstepsβfamiliar. your father. your hand immediately flies over kazutoraβs mouth, though the equally shocked look on his face says he understands. you practically hear the questions running through your fatherβs head as he creeps closer to the door, debating on whether or not he should enter.
after a few tense moments, he retreats, allowing you to breathe in relief. just then, a chill whips through your bedroom window, still open, knocking the curtains and blinds against the frames. your fatherβs footsteps return.
βy/n?β he says on the other side. βare you awake?β
you pause. βyesβ¦ it was hot, so i opened the window a bit. iβll close it now.β
more silence. finally, your father speaks. βokay, just making sure. goodnight.β
βgoodnight!β your hand only leaves kazutoraβs mouth once you hear your fatherβs bedroom door close.Β
βlying to your parents now, arenβt you?β he teases with a grin.Β
βyou need to leave,β you whisper. the tight grip on his arm says otherwise.Β
βiβll be quiet-β
ββtora. now.β he knows by the narrowing of your eyes you wonβt back down no matter how much he whines or pouts. with a hesitant sigh, kazutora slides off of you, allowing you to sit up. even then, he lingers at the edge of your mattress, holding your hand in his, unable to let go.
βi wanna see you again.β
βtomorrow. weβll go on a real date.β
βpromise?β
you leave a soft kiss on his lips. βpromise.β
even in the dark, his cheeks glow a shade of pink. βcan i still sneak in?β
LOVE LIKE THIS β h. kazutora (f!reader, shoujo!au)
love stares at you from across the classroom with a toothpick dangling between his teeth, beady eyes burning into your skull. love makes it difficult for you to concentrate on your monotonous teacherβs droning despite how quiet it is. even when love is facing the board to blend in with the dozen other well-mannered students, you canβt escape the inconspicuous flirty faces from the corner of your eye.
love goes by the name of hanemiya kazutora, a handsome boy of seventeen, (in)famous for his dyed hair, visible tattoos, and wrinkled, untucked shirts even after being reprimanded by the teachers. heβs the type of boy you admire from a distance but donβt associate with, the type to make you regret ever knowing himβthe true definition of a delinquent. but under that rugged appearance, a heart of gold shines bright, paired with a charming smile that has tried (and failed) numerous times to weave itself into your life. foolβs gold exists, after all.
that hasnβt stopped him from occupying your thoughts from time to time (and more). kazutoraβs the shadow over your shoulder, the snarky laugh when you make a comment thatβs not supposed to be funny, but he laughs anyway because he thinks whatever you say is comedic, especially when youβre mad. heβs also the lone pair of eyes that have witnessed your lowest points, the concerned frown when he finds you crying in the secluded hallways on your worst days. kazutora may be a rebel, a criminal, a ruffian, or whatever other titles they give him, but damn is he sweet. and you, unfortunately, fell for his charms, but no more than heβs fallen for you.
youβre everything he wishes to be in another lifeβa star student with stellar grades, student council president, somehow always composed and prepared with the answers whenever your teacher calls on you, no matter the subject. youβre the hand on his shoulder when he sees his name at the very end of the exam score list, the smile that reminds him how bright he truly is, even if his grades donβt reflect that. beneath his hard exterior lies a boy who, like others, is fragile, who needs someone to tell him heβs doing at least one thing right.
thereβs an undeniable force between you two. itβs loud, quiet, intimate, playful, exhausting, and rewarding all in one. despite this, you wonβt let kazutora further than he already is, and he knows why. youβre afraidβnot of him, but what youβll become if you rope yourself with the likes of him. frankly, heβs afraid, too.Β
boys like kazutora ruin lives.
love is the only way to describe your feelings for him and his for you. thereβs nothing as romantic as lying side by side on a grassy hill making shapes out of clouds, or reading the messy letters composed of misspelled words slipped into your school bag. your heartbeat syncs with his when youβd kiss, a sensation neither of you will tire of.
loving kazutora has its risks and rewards. it hurts to pretend what you have is nothing but another school crush, the fear of becoming a stranger to yourself (and him) hindering you from seeing him in his truest, most honest form. it hurts him, too.Β
when class is over, each of your teacherβs words has gone through one ear and out the other. kazutora lingers behind like he always does, arm thrown over the back of his chair as he waits for you. rather than pack your things in a rush to meet your next scholarly duties, youβre stagnant. kazutora knows you well enough to feel the discomfort shrouding you when he approaches your desk. he brushes a tentative thumb across your cheek, down to your chin where he tilts it to see your face.
you shudder under his touch, partly from embarrassment, but mostly from how fast he makes your heart beat. for a moment, the world is your stage as you stare at each other with love adorned eyes. every ounce of pain, every shroud of doubt dissipates when you see how concerned he is, even getting on one knee so youβre face to face.
your face breaks into a smileβsmall, but genuine, void of your previous sour mood. itβs then you realize youβve been holding back too much, depriving yourself of the opportunities he has in store for you. you, unconsciously, hold the same prejudices the rest of the world has against him, believing he will be nothing more than this, a no-good idiot. but heβs shown you he is so much more. a lover, a fighter, a friend, a foe.
kazutoraβs been waiting for you to take a leap of faith. and so you do, right into his arms. it knocks the breath out of his lungs, and you flinch when his head knocks against the wood floor. but then he laughs, pleasantly surprised, and youβre not sure youβve ever seen him this happy before.
in this life, touya first lays eyes on you in the courtyard of U.A. during spring, face illuminated by a smile brighter than the sun. he, a naive first year, canβt look away, but the moment you return his gaze, he bolts, utterly flustered. his palm rests over his thumping heart as he hides around the corner, wondering if heβll see you again.
touya asks you out winter of that year, bodies warm from the blue flames dancing on his hands. he wonders how you could like someone like him, a boy with a pure heart but a gnarled face, plagued by the same quirk that destroyed him years ago. then your fingers slip into his, unharmed by the growing flames, and you say yes, sealing it with a kiss.
years later, youβre dancing in the kitchen of your shared apartment, laughing and singing to the song playing on the stereo. touya dips and twirls you, occasionally stepping on your toes and apologizing each time. he canβt put into words how much he adores you, but he knows you feel the same from the loving twinkle in your eye.
thereβs a silver band on your finger some time after, brighter than the moon and clear enough to see your grinning face on its surface. touya has one on his finger, too, identical to yours. he first glances at it, then your wedding photo on the mantle, then at you, sound asleep with your head on his shoulder, the movie on the TV long forgotten.
in this life, touya only worries about coming home to you before youβre annoyed at him. in this life, he runs through rain and sun just to see your face on the other side of the door, then kisses you on the lips and asks you how your day was. in this life, he can wake up peacefully each and every morning to you in his arms, knowing youβre the best thing heβs ever had.
hello lovely people, itβs may! i was bored and decided to spice things up on my blog by doing a matchup event, not celebrating a milestone or anything. if youβd like to participate, please read all info below before doing so.
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this is an appearance matchup event where i will pair you with 3 characters from a select fandom: your ex, who youβre dating, and whoβs in love with you. because you need to send in an image, submissions will have to be off anon. if you are not comfortable with sending an image, you can also send in a picrew or something similar. images will not be posted.
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you must be following me
one ask/fandom per user
must send in clear image that shows your face. filters are cool but make sure your features are still visible
specify the fandom (only one)
specify if youβd like to be matched with male, fem, or both characters. if you donβt then i will match you how i see fit
for mha matchups only: specify if youβd like to be matched with students or pro heroes/villains. disregard this if you are not choosing mha
be kind and be patient
any asks violating the given rules will not be matched
all posts related to this event will be under the #march matchups tag on my blog. some blogs are unable to be tagged so if you are wondering if i got to you, check the tag! i will close this event whenever i feel like it so donβt worry about any deadlines. reblogs to boost this event are welcome. have fun!