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heâs extremely possessive ft. dottore, pantalone
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il dottore [the doctor]
âyou called for me, sir?â
dottore looks up from the flurry of experiment-related notes on top of his desk and finds you standing by the doorway of his office, looking nervous. if he stared at you for a moment longer, heâd point out that you resemble a scared little lamb. it was possibly the very first time he encounters the sight of you so high-strung.
it excited him.
âi did,â he affirms with a devilish grin. without another word, he raises his hand then beckons you inside the room, and to sit on the stool in front of him.
you were first recruited as another lackey for the harbingers to do their bidding. the other harbingers were utterly lost on what it was about you specifically that drew him to you. you hadnât done anything special to stand out from the rest and yet you somehow became the object of his obsession.
the harbingers were having their annual meeting to discuss important matters such as the latest orders from the tsaritsa when you entered in the middle of their conference to deliver the reports detailing the monthâs expenses to the man sitting next to him.
it was nothing out of the ordinary for a subordinate to bring off their duties not a second later. however, the rather mundane act seems to be enough for you to be the apple of his eye. by the next day, you were briefed of your transfer to his division and given the title of his personal assistant.
from then onward, his fixation on you persists. whether it is romantic or not didnât matterâit was evident he was deeply infatuated with you and that shouldâve been a glaring forewarning to any fool who took an interest in you. it didnât didnât need to be announced, it was obvious to anyone with working eyes that you were his and his alone.
the many disappearances of fatui underlings and the recent increase of his test subjects werenât a timely coincidence after all. to his great frustration, there was a pest who didnât get the memo and managed to pathetically worm his way in your lifeâsomething dottore keenly disapproved and detested.
âitâs mandatory for those involved with the fatui to remain a strictly professional relationship,â he informs, eerily polite. it was a blatant lie, but you didnât need to know that. if it were any other individual sitting across him and below his concentrated gaze, they wouldâve shivered at the gesture or started praying to their pathetic archon that he spared their life.
you didnât.
you merely look back at him unafraid. and perhaps that was one of the reasons why he was drawn to you.
âis it, sir? iâve read our policies and the mighty tsaritsa never mentions such a rule.â
his jaw clenches. you were a mouthy little minx, arenât you? he internally sneers, his eyes narrow at you, guess he has to fix that later.
âitâs a new policy.â his tone was firm. it stresses this was the end of the matter. you either take what he says to heart and comply or you face the consequences of your disobedience. âunderstood?â
âyes, sir,â you gulp and it creates a small smile to emerge on his lips.
âgood girl.â
pantalone [regrator]
having a harbinger for a lover was an affair you didnât intend to happen. it was too outlandish. you envisioned yourself to settle down with an honest man and live a modest life in the countryside and yet here you were, happily dating the most affluent, and cunning, harbinger.
whenever your family sent you letters, they consistently ask you about him and if he was treating you right. as usual, they were bewildered to read how different he was from the murmurs in town. pantalone was a sweet and gentle loverâhe cares for you like you were his most prized possession. it was made obvious when he spoils you with everything your heart desires.
he didnât ask for anythingâonly for you to follow his request of seeking his permission anytime you wish to meet with your friends or relatives, remembering the very early curfew he gave you, and cutting off those he disapproved. although it highlighted his possessiveness and overprotectiveness, bordering on sheer paranoia, you didnât see anything wrong with it. you were fully understanding of his strange requests since you knew you were both taking a huge risk of having a relationship.
regardless of what others try to say, he had adversaries who were ready to attack him the second he showed any sign of weakness.
hence, you found yourself in a big dilemma when you chose to disregard his rules and went out with your friends, whom he made clear he disliked, without telling him. he told you one of them harbored feelings for you and it left him feeling annoyed to know you were around someone who wanted to pursue you. you were his; majority should know that by now and find another poor soul to pester.
one thing you were frequently told by those around you was how unsettling your lover could be at times and you werenât able to see what they saw until tonight.
âwhere were you this afternoon?â pantalone lazily swirls the wine glass in his hand before taking a long, agonizing sip of his drink. you stay seated across him visibly impassive while you feasted on the meal prepared for the evening.
âwhat do you mean? i was at home the whole day.â
the air went still.
you were naive enough to reckon that everything was going to be all right until you were harshly faced with the reality of your actions when you heard the noise of a chair screeching and footsteps approaching you.
you feel him tuck your hair back. he mustâve been leaning or kneeling down because you suddenly felt his breath against your neck. âi asked you a question, little one. i expect some respect from you to tell me the truth.â his voice wavered on threatening. it was chilling to find the man you normally run to for solace become the reason why youâd come to him for comfort.
âi-i, um⊠i went out with my friends,â you manage to stutter out and he went quiet again, âiâm sorry that i⊠that i-i didnât tell you. i didnât know it was going to be a big deal!â
he simply scoffs at you and your eyes soon water at what he might say next. you were close to the verge of crying.
âwhen you agreed to be mine,â pantalone starts, âyou made a promise that you trust me and do what i say. i told you not to leave without telling me and what did you do?â he pauses, waiting for you to respond. it was condescending to have him gaze at you like a disappointed parent whose child was in trouble.
âi-i left without telling you,â you sniffle. his demeanor swiftly changes when you started to cry. he removes his hand from your face and pets your head, calming you down.
âiâm sorry, little oneâŠâ he murmurs, âi mustâve really scared you there, didnât i? but you do understand why i was mad at you, right? there are people out there who want to take you away from me and i wonât let that happen⊠not if i can help it.â
a/n : i did some research since my best boy is based on a fennec fox, and yes they do purr- so pls don't come at me. idk if tighnari is oc because we don't really know anything of his personality aside from him being similar to our dear albedo.
concept : fluff, submissive tighnari.
pairing : reader x tighnari
warningsÂĄ : probably ooc tighnari. [ooc - out of character]
with a click of your tongue, you shift your focus away from the burning fire to the dark lush bushes around you. without much concentration, your eyes settle on the unfriendly beast peering at you with its glowering red eyes. from its position between all the thick leaves, branches, and grass it's barely visible. but you knew it was there. maybe because you were half expecting it, or rather your senses were spiked. you slowly rise from the large tree log you were seated on, grabbing your bow as you go. you weren't much used to the beasts roaming sumeru, after all, you were just a member of the liyue qixing lucky enough to have earned your vision and met the wonderful traveler.
swiftly positioning your bow, you drag the string back with ease. breathe in, and breathe out. you were about to release when a calm voice chides from your left. "don't, it's just observing. usually, they attack however it's a tamed beast. must belong to a ranger." you weren't exceptionally familiar with the voice as you just met the fox a few days ago, but you knew it was a man that went by the name tighnari. you lower your bow but your eyes remain on the animal. it was surely beautiful, nothing you have ever seen back home in liyue. the most you saw of animals were boars and brown foxes, that was until lady ningguang had introduced you to the traveler.
"you don't speak much do you?" tighnari inquires at last pulling your attention away from the animal. "i don't set much energy into meaningless talk. if anything it doesn't interest me much." you take a step back and settle onto the log once more. "i could say the same, but traveler's little friend is rather talkative." his ear twitches. you hum. tighnari reminded you a lot of a man name albedo who you once met when visiting mondstadt for business for the qixing. both are equally short to you. but similar in personality.
"your ears." you mutter loud enough over the campfire, noting his ear twitch repeatedly. "yes?" he asks, settling on the same log at the opposite end. you remain silent, solely watching his ears in fascination. a silence settles between the two of you, the only sounds being the crackling fire and insects chirping in the dead of the night.
"do you..." tighnari begins to speak but the sound dies in his throat. he watches your glimmering eyes under the low light from the fire, noting how they follow every movement of his twitching ears. he couldn't tell if you knew why his ears were twitching so much, but for the most part, he hoped you didn't, knowing full well you were the one making him nervous from your always silent but heated gazes as you watch all his movements carefully throughout the day. "do you erm...want to touch them?" he splutters out, meeting your eyes as they drop from his ears.
"you're nervous or flustered. perhaps both." you calmly speak, reaching your hands to his ears. gently settling your hand on the fur, you scratch behind his ear watching his eyes close, a look of contentment bracing his face. low purrs emit from him, showing his enjoyment of your affection towards him. "just a little flustered good boy," you coo heartedly shifting closer to him. by your words you could tell he was starting to purr louder. pulling him in, he buries his face into your chest, nuzzling his nose against your clothes. tighnari breathes in your addicting scent that has been driving him crazy for days now. "don't stop please." he hicks out, trying to smother himself further into your warm body. you knew perfectly well what he was doing as he fondled himself closer to you. he was attempting to get your scent onto himâ as if claiming you as his owner. similar to what the animals do. you've read about it before as you browsed through xingqui's books back home.
"i won't." you chuckle, continuing your light scratching on his ears understanding the need of his animal instinct. he was after all a hybrid-man.
premise. snippets of daily life between a humble servant and an increasingly clingy master.
word count. 5.2k
note. reader full of snark + dumbass in love ayato = gratuitous amount of banter. i have to say that ayato never goes out of line though, and you're not actually bothered by his advances; you're just a massive tsundere.
âWith all due respect, I don't believe being your headrest is part of my duty, my lord.â
âIs that so?â
The noncommittal response pointedly marks the end of his acknowledgement as Ayato makes no effort to sit up, remaining slumped against your frame. His head rests upon your shoulder, a ticklish sensation blooming where your neck and chin meet. Light blue hair trail prickling heat where it grazes your skin, an itch you can't quite scratch away.
Even so, the discomfort doesn't reflect on your face, frigid expression carefully layered with blankness. His sinking weight fails to impede your immaculate posture, refined poise a great disparity from his leisurely disposition. It paints an odd picture, the ordinarily faultless heir lacking decorumâthough granted the freedom to do as he wishes in the private confines of his room, it is a mystery why a servant such as you is... graciously permitted to bask in his exclusive company. In the private confines of his room. You feel the need to emphasize that detail.
In his hands lay a scroll concerning governmental affairs, urgent matters that demand his attention, so you can't begin to comprehend why he insists on using this time to harass reward a lowly servant with his valuable presence when there is business to attend to.
He leans more of his weight to your side, and heâyou nearly sputter indignantlyâmimics an action that can almost be described as nuzzling. âMhm. This is convenient for me, since I've hardly found the time to rest today. Do you find it intolerable?â
Ignoring the last bit, you advise, âPerhaps it would be more effective if you were to rest in your chambers. I will come call when the Kanjou Commission asks for you.â
He pretends to consider it for a moment, the silence filled with the quiet jingle of wind chimes. But predictably, the corners of his mouth hook up to an impish smile. âI would prefer to stay, if you don't mind?â
Resigned to your fate, you can only say, âOf course not, my lord.â
For reasons you cannot fathom, the head of the Kamisato household harbors a strong attachment to you.
In normal circumstances, this fact would be taken as great news; presently, you are little more than puzzled and unfeeling. Rather than delight, dread stirs in your stomach whenever he calls your name in a volume louder than necessaryâa conscious decision, you presume, since he seems to interact with other servants just fine. Curt and polite, keeping his words concise, preventing further delay from addressing his responsibilities.
Had you not known better, you wouldn't be able to identify him as the same man who indulges in trivialities when he invites you to share snacks, engaging in frivolous chatter over tea and pastries. With increasing frequency nonetheless, and with varying refreshments each time to boot, an assortment of wagashi exquisitely produced only by the best. Strawberry daifuku on one tea break, mizu-yokan on the next, sakura mochi on the day after that... You've been serving him for a considerable amount of time, but he's never been much of a sweet tooth until as of late.
Ayato hums thoughtfully, savoring the sweet taste on his tongue. âThe mild flavor is pleasant. I believe it might be to your liking.â
He offers you a cup, steam curling above the warm brew. The pink beverage glistens beneath the sunlight, rippling with movement when you take it into your hands. It doesn't require much thinking to conclude the tea leaves must've cost a fortune, but it leaves you plenty of questions just as well. Why would a benefactor give you a taste of luxury?
But you would be a fool not to appreciate it while it lasts, so you lift the cup for a sip.
The flavor of spring bursts in your mouth, fragrant and tasting of sweet nectar. Your frosty guise wavers under the bribery, bliss crossing your face before your lips quirk up to a small, almost imperceptible smile.
Deeming your elated reaction satisfactory, Ayato nudges the plate of confections towards your side of the table. âEat. They pair well with the tea.â
Who are you to say no to your lord? Therefore, the correct choice must be to accept his gifts with gratitude!
(Distracted by desserts, you fail to see his amusement in the way you stuff your cheeks full adorably like a chipmunk.
But he's aware it's not the right time yet, so he suppresses the urge to pinch your face.)
Kamisato Ayato is often praised for his intellect and cunning mind, but sometimes you wonder if he'd finally gone stupid after all that overthinking.
âMy hand feels cold,â he laments, as if he hadn't chucked away his gloves ten seconds prior. âCan I hold yours for a moment?â
Ayaka, for her part, looks ashamed on her brother's behalf. With a graceful flick of her wrist, her fan snaps open and obscures the mortified expression on her face. Thoma's bottom lip quivers, valiantly repressing his bubbling laughter though he turns quite ugly in the process.
Sending a prayer to the heavens, you hope your face looks as unreadable as you think it to be. â...I'll fetch you a pair of gloves,â you say, side-stepping the pair he just abandoned on the floor.
âMhm. That won't be necessary,â he counters, tugging on the edge of your sleeve. âYou see, I heard those granted Pyro Visions have warmer body temperature...â
That is undoubtedly a lie he conjures up on the spot.
â...So I was hoping to sate my curiosity today,â he finishes, looking far too pleased with himself. Ayaka avoids your gaze when your eyes sweep past her (she absolutely knows it's an idiotic idea because going by that logic, she should have a colder temperature... but that is obviously not the case), and Thoma is blatantly ignoring your requests for assistance, whistling an awkward tune.
You have half a mind to shift the duty to another retainer similarly bearing a Pyro Vision, who is currently trying his hardest to stifle his pained grunts when you pinch his forearm admonishingly, but there's really no way out of this. Ayato would certainly craft another bullshit reason to coax you anyway. (A part of you thinks it might be fun to keep up the charade just to hear what he'd say next.)
âRight.â You hold up your hand, and Ayato's eyes flicker with mischief. His slender fingers wrap around your wrist, brushing over the jut of your bone. He marvels at the size of it, dwarfed by his large hands, and he curls his fingers tighter.
...He doesn't seem to be assessing your temperature.
But you are mindful of his, a searing heat devouring your senses. His light touches settle heavily on your skin, a prominent warmth amidst the cold gale. Where his fingers rest leave imprints of fire, trails of scorched ash in his wake.
Experimentally, his thumb rubs circles on your palm, tracing over the lines. He rolls the soft flesh, staring at the small cuts and calluses with an attentive eye. Burning the image into his mind. Fiddling with the shape of your fingers. Then, following a brief hitch of his breath, he fits his own in the spaces between yours.
His hand is soft, you think to yourself. Without the presence of leather, it is fully bare, pale and dusted with pink. His knuckles are pronounced, palm surprisingly unscarred in spite of vigorous sword practice, but a writer's callus lay on his ring finger. It is easy to imagine his frame hunched over his desk, pen between his fingers, ink running dry from writing back to missives and signing endless contracts.
(And responding to engagement offers. You would know. They clutter his workspace, scented letters branded by wax seals of a distinguished family's emblem.
He barely throws a cursory glance at them before giving his never changing answer.)
When he gives your hand a squeeze, you finally ask, âIs it warm?â
âYes.â He sounds somewhat strangled, there, less confident than he was before he took your hand. âVery warm.â
He reluctantly parts with it, stepping back to reduce your close proximity. Ayaka fans herself as she scrutinizes his reddening complexion, and Thomaâpartial to the lord, you see, even though he wasn't very eager to lend you a hand beforeâmakes some excuse about a meeting he has to attend to (some beetle fight with Itto, most likely) and if you'd kindly excuse their presence.
â...Please pardon my brother's strange behavior,â Ayaka murmurs when only the both of you remain in the room. âHe could be quite straightforward when his curiosity is piqued. He doesn't have weird intentions, really.â
She doesn't appear to believe it herself, but you appreciate her attempts to clean up Ayato's mess.
âIt's no trouble, milady.â You flash a placating smile for good measure, reaching down to collect the discarded gloves Thoma nearly tripped on in his way out. âBut I'm afraid I'll have to take my leave now as well...â
âYes, of course! You may go.â
Following her affirmation, you scramble to take a duster and retreat to clean the library.
At least she doesn't comment on your flushed cheeks and colored ears. Small mercies. (There's only so much composure you can exhaust within one day.)
For all that you (privately) complain about the extensive list of chores to tackle in the Kamisato Estate, you find tending to the garden fairly enjoyable. Alas, you can't exactly spend the whole day pruning the shrubbery; the smile on your face drops when you're sent to go on a shopping trip. Worse still, with no one to assist you in carrying the groceries. Thoma has already promised to accompany Ayaka for a mission, and everyone else is busy preparing for the Kamisato head's upcoming business trip.
Said Kamisato head is apparently âfreeâ and âhas the spare time to helpâ despite being the one who should be busy holing himself up in his office.
Regardless of your protests, Ayato insists on tagging along to the market. Which brings you to your current situation, your employer dutifully carrying bundles of cloth and a basket of radishes and carrots with an easygoing smile, while your hands remain empty. He is... considerate, if you were to speak in flowery words. He is stubborn, if you were to be blunt.
However, he is relatively obedient, save for the handful of times he rushes off to chase something that caught his eye. As a result, he keeps purchasing cheap trinkets he'll probably have no use for and his pocket is brimming of candy he sometimes stuffs your mouth with when you have something to scold him for. (To be fair, it's very effective for shutting you up.)
âPlease don't interrupt me from speaking,â your words are partly muffled, mouth still chewing on the confection. Ayato smiles innocently, pressing another piece of sugar to your lips.
âWhere are we headed next?â He questions, looking around the bustling streets as he tucks the jar of konpeito candy in his sleeve. âDo you still have vegetables you need to buy?â
You shake your head. âNo, the cook said he's only missing radishes and carrots in particular. I've also gotten the materials needed to mend clothes Thoma asked for.â
He deflates at that, disappointment painting his expression. âI suppose we're returning, then?â
You purse your lips, considering your options. It isn't like you were told to come back an appointed time, and you could always blame Ayato for your tardiness... âDoes my lord wish to visit anywhere specifically?â
The river of stars in his eyes twinkle ever so slightly, flashing a thinly-veiled childish gleam. âNot anything I could think of at the top of my head. Do you have any recommendations in mind?â
âRecommendations?â
âPlaces you like to visit.â
During your free time, you usually look around to shop for clothing or accessories... but they're nowhere near the quality befitting of nobles. The yukata isn't tailored to your size, made from cheaper cloth of cotton, and aren't as decorative to what your lord is used to; it's what makes it affordable. Whereas Ayato is often dressed in luxurious silks, embellished with golden thread and customized to his liking.
âIt's no harm to bring you there... I guess.â You scratch your cheek. âThough I can't guarantee you'll like it.â
âNonsense.â He smiles amicably. He reaches for the basket before you can grab it, gesturing for you to start walking. âI'm sure I'll have a good time regardless where it is.â
And... he does. He marvels at the extravagant brocades displayed at boutiques, wondering how one could possibly wear so many heavy layers. Though he doesn't buy clothes for himself, he decides to buy a cute purse he thinks his sister would appreciate.
Ayato expresses interest in ornaments and cosmetics as well, to which the shop owner proceeds to happily introduce her entire catalogue for a man she knows has deep pockets. He doesn't disappoint.
âYou don't want anything?â He asks when you only answer his questions pertaining to Ayaka's preferences, two steps behind, never taking the opportunity to roam and search for potential additions in your wardrobe.
It's not that you haven't seen anything you'd like to take home, per se. More like everything is too expensive for your pocket money in this high-end portion of town. âNo,â you say instead, because it's easier to explain that way.
He tilts his head inquisitively, but doesn't push the topic. âHelp me choose a hair pin then. You know what fits Ayaka best.â
He leads you to the display case housing rows of hair ornaments, each one more remarkable than the next. The last one, undoubtedly the most costly whose price would make you weep, teeters on the edge of gaudy. Adorned with silver butterflies, tear drop sapphires, gems delicately shaped like dewy petals and white pearls sitting atop carved gold, they almost blind your eyes.
â...She'd look beautiful in everything,â is the conclusion you come to, because you speak nothing but the truth. âBut please don't buy everything. She will get mad at you.â
âI know,â he sighs. âThat's why I needed your help picking one.â
You almost drill holes to the items with how hard you're staring at them, but you eventually point at the pin with pink blossoms. âThis would contrast nicely with her hair.â
âMhm. If you say so,â he hums approvingly, tracing the sculpted leaves.
âThen if that's all, I'll go pay...â
âAh, which reminds me.â He spins on his heel to face you, lips shaped into an apologetic smile. âI'm nearly running out of parchment paper. Could you stop by the stationery store up front? I'll handle things from here and meet you by the entrance.â
âOf course, my lord.â
On your way outside, you resolutely do not allow your curious gaze to steer towards the tables of sparkling jewelry.
--
The trip back to the estate is uneventful, and the rest of the afternoon passes like any other.
Perhaps the only inconsistency in your repetitive days is the accidental nap you fall into, blanketed in warm rays of sunshine and caressed by the refreshing breeze slipping past ajar doors, your cheek resting on the surface of the table you were supposed to be cleaning. How uncouth of me, you think as you wipe your mouth to check for signs of drool. Your only respite is not having anyone witness you in such a state, otherwise you would've long been rudely awakened and received an earful of chastising.
...Is what you think, until you spot a foreign ring you definitely do not recall putting on.
It curls around your finger, dotted with crystals in a hue of blue you're all too familiar with. You see it everyday, gleaming in mischief, darkening with intrigue. Framed by long, long lashes, crinkling at the corners when filled with mirth. Crashing torrents that freeze in displeasure yet inexplicably gentle the moment it meets your eyes, like gentle sea waves that pad to your feet.
(You wonder if this is why he insisted on touching your hands so much, just to roughly measure your ring size.)
âI hope you fare well during my absence. Fear not, I will do my best not to prolong my leave.â
The way his words sound so self-assured and full of conviction doesn't sit well with you, and the genuine pity reflected in his irises almost makes your eyebrow twitch. You haven't even spoken a word before he began his theatrics.
âTake as long as you need,â you reassure him. âMy lord mustn't rush his work.â
He wilts, but he perks right back up, âNo need to put up a front. I'll come back for you.â
Incorrigible.
âThen I await your safe return.â You bow deeply as you swallow back a sigh of defeat, the other servants lined up on either side of the street moving accordingly.
âPlease be careful,â Ayaka bids when she walks in front of him. âI've heard of bandits intercepting carriages to steal... I don't mean to undermine your abilities, but you should still be vigilant of trouble.â
Ayato laughs at that. âYou don't have to worry, Ayaka. They'll sooner surrender before they lay a single scratch on me.â Glancing at the supplies being loaded on his carriage, he grimaces slightly. âI better get going. I'll see you all in three weeks.â
He climbs to the interior, giving you a final smile before closing the door. You stare at the carriage until it fully disappears, the trotting of horses out of earshot. When Thoma begins to walk back to the estate, you fall into step with him, matching his strides.
âThe lord hasn't left for this long in a while,â he comments, to which you hum in agreement. âThink you'll miss him?â
âThree weeks is hardly a long time,â you retort back, complacent for the rare period of peace to follow the next month. âHe'll return in no time, as if he'd never been gone in the first place.â
Thoma eyes you strangely at that, but says no more. âIf you say so.â
--
The first day is bliss. No disruptions in your work, no unwanted conversation partner as a distraction, no midnight snacks needed to be prepared for the clan head a weird mix between workaholic and slacker.
The second day proves to be the same. No incessant chatter in your ear as you sweep the floor, no complaints for a stack of paperwork to be done within the day, no sudden requests of a shoulder massage for a job well done deserving of a reward.
The third day, you feel like your schedule is lacking, blank spots of free time sprinkled in between.
Ah, right. The tea breaks.
You tell yourself you only miss the fragrant tea, the selection of treats given to you by the young master's generosity. Not his thoughtful commentary for the taste, the chuckles spilling from his lips when you respond to his quips, the brief moments of eye contact before you resume your respective duties.
The fourth day, you're sent to hang the laundry. You tell yourself you don't miss a certain someone's abrupt appearance, poking a head through the sheets to startle you, huffing bright peals of laughter when he attains his desired reaction.
The fifth day, the cook requests your help to prep dinner. My lord doesn't like this dish, the sentence almost leaves your tongue as your eyes track down the recipe when you remember right, he's not here, and milady likes this dish, so it's one of the few chances she gets to eat it.
The sixth day, you clean his office. You organize the account books, restock his collection of pens and paper, and shuffle through his mail to sort them by category (definitely not noting down the number of letters asking for his hand in marriage). Your face flushes slightly when an unassuming bookmark falls out of a book you pick up from the floor, familiar flowers pressed thinly to fit between the pages. (You have only given those flowers on a whim, plucking fresh blossoms from plants you grew outside the Kamisato's garden. You didn't think he'd keep it around; they're not nearly as fancy as what his family owns.)
By the seventh day, you check the calendar and determine time is a social construct. There is no way it's only been seven days.
--
âHow do I look?â
âPositively charming,â you say dryly.
âYou're not looking.â
Your eyes flit to Thoma's attire. âI am.â
He shakes his head, taking off the robes he'd been trying on. âYou're always daydreaming nowadays. What are you thinking about?â
Reminiscing the last time you visited this clothing store, which is when you brought the young master in your shopping trip. But he doesn't need to know that. âIt's nothing. Are you buying it?â
âSince you kindly gave an approving opinion, sure.â His tone drips with sarcasm as he takes out his money pouch, paying for the clothes. âI think I don't need the answer from you, actually. I'm confident I have an accurate guess.â
Your eyebrows knit together. âWhat do you mean by that?â
âWho else would linger in your mind?â Thoma sighs in dramatic fashion, stepping out of the premises with you not far behind. âDistance makes the heart grow fonder, after all.â
Bristling, you vehemently refute, âI'm not thinking inappropriately of the lord, if that's what you're implying.â
âI didn't mention any names.â
âBut you clearly meant him.â
He holds up his hands. âIf that's what you want to believe, suit yourself.â
His gaze drops to the ring wrapped around your finger. The ring has been a topic of interest for the gossip mongers within the estate, wondering who you could've received it from; what other implications can wearing a ring have? Your cold exterior is no secret, your heart guarded with thorns, so who was able to sweep you off your feet in the end?
Thoma only needed one look at the shade of blue to make a correct guess.
â...I'm sure at this point, you know of his intentions,â Thoma says slowly. âAnd I have plenty of reasons to believe his affections aren't entirely unrequited.â
If they were, you would have brushed off Ayato already, just like you always do with the others. He may be persistent, but he knows how to back off. Yet the most you do is sigh and spoil him, albeit in (fond) exasperation.
âEven if they aren't...â you fidget with the hem of your shirt, averting your gaze from his blazing eyes, â...it doesn't mean we'll work. I'm certain he has better prospects for a spouse, anyway.â
âYou mean those daughters from noble families?â He snorts. âHe'd barely give them the time of day before running back to you. You should know that by now. Don't you remember when he faked being sick in that lunch meeting so you could take care of him?â
Of course you do. He had pretended to be in a dizzy spell, collapsing on your shoulder and making furtive hand signals asking for your help to get the lovesick maiden off his back. There really is no way to reject people like her without offending his business associate, so he tended to evade confrontations in roundabout ways.
You could excuse his clingy behavior out of necessity; it would be disgraceful to collapse on the floor, after all. The problem lies with the aftermath where you had already steered clear of the trouble but he insists on requiring treatment, body calculatively feeble as he gives you woeful pleas.
In another world, perhaps this would've been a heart-rending experience: a cold man who didn't share his burdens with others asking help from you specifically, because you were special and he trusted you the most.
In this world though, the act is only deserving of a derisive snort. He pulled off this plot for who knows how many times. How would holding your hand help with his throbbing headache anyway?
(You ignore the fact you indulge him each time regardless.)
âIn any case, the lord is returning in a week. Not much time left for you to mope,â he laughs, even as you elbow his side.
A week.
(That is one week too long.)
--
When Ayato returns five days short of three weeks, you aren't there to greet him.
Instead, you are sick in bed, bundled in a pile of blankets, and suffering from a stuffy nose.
Ah, and delirious from fever. Very much so.
So when Ayato miraculously appears in your bedroom earlier than scheduled, you only sniff in response and brush him off as a hallucination.
But of course, your dismissive attitude isn't enough to discourage him from pestering you and running his mouth. He hovers by your bedside, noting with glee that you keep his ring on a nightstand close by. âThis is rare. I don't think I've ever seen you ill.â
But you've seen him plenty, frail and weak after days straight of sleepless nights. He doesn't look too pretty in such a mood, quick-tempered and sharp-tongued at the slightest annoyance. He only ever softens when your expression flits to dismay for a fraction of a second before dutifully offering him prescribed medicine from the family's physician, the saddened expression gone like a mirage.
âHow are you this annoying even in my dreams...â
As it turns out, you're even more of a worse case than he is.
âMhm. Your filter is completely shut down when you're sick, huh.â Ayato laughs, amused at the surprising revelation. He doesn't get to be the receiving end of your blunt words very often. âAlright. How bad do you feel right now?â
âTerrible, since it's the ass crack of dawn.â
It is not the ass crack of dawn, but you wouldn't know any better with the curtains drawn. âDo you have an appetite? I'll have a servant bring a meal.â Then, he slyly adds, âI can feed you, if you want me to.â
He doesn't know which part of that statement appeals to you the most but you sit up straight, attentive.
Interesting.
Though Ayato meant it in jest, he has no complaints scooping spoonfuls of porridge to bring to your lips. He patiently coaxes you into drinking the bitter medicine after, quickly soothing you with bite-sized cut fruit to wash away the acrid taste.
âGood job,â he compliments, chuckling when you glow at the praise. Your lips are shiny with juice, trickling from the corner of your mouth.
Absent-mindedly, his hand lifts to caress your cheek, the pad of his thumb wiping it away. You jolt, a startled sound escaping you, and you hasten to clamp a hand over his mouth.
He blinks at you owlishly, dumbfounded.
âDon't,â you speak, your face decorated with a lovely pink. âYou'll... you'll get sick.â
Ayato takes an embarrassing amount of time to process what that means. However, when he does, you can feel him grin beneath your fingers. He takes your hand, his huff of laughter tickling your palm.
âI thought we were in a dream? You don't get sick from kisses in dreams,â he teases, pressing a light kiss to your wrist. Your heart stutters in bewilderment but you make no move to pull away, only twitching when he kisses your fingertips.
âIt's better to be careful...â your brows knit together, and he kisses the crease away too.
âOkay. Let's do it next time then, when you're truly awake.â He gently pushes you to your back, fluffing up the pillows for your comfort and tucking you in the blankets. Then, indulgently, he presses a final kiss to the crown of your head. âRest well so I can get that kiss sooner, hm?â
âThat's a stupid reason to recover...â you murmur defiantly, stubbornly blinking your drooping eyes open.
In the end, you fall asleep to the sound of his laughter, the fingers combing through your hair, and the rhythmic beat in his chest.
--
When you wake up, you admonish yourself for having such a shameless subconscious, but you acknowledge that you had a good dream.
Then your eyes land on a pair of discarded gloves on your nightstand, one that you remember Ayato putting away before he began to spoonfeed you your meal.
...Fuck.
âWith all due respect, I don't believe being your headrest is part of my duty, my lord.â
A thoughtful hum answers you, preceded by a curious glance at your expression. Your legs are folded underneath you, back straight and eyes overlooking the garden instead of the weight resting on your lap. You can feel him shift, turning over where he faces against the porch, his robes wrinkling where it lay below.
âAre you suddenly becoming shy because a maidservant passed by?â He places down the novel in his hands on the wooden floorboards, watching your face burn in embarrassment. âI doubt this is the first time she's seen us, though.â
âMy apologies. I'm not as thick-skinned as you are.â
âI'd prefer the term 'proud,'â he pokes the sash around your waist, smiling cheekily. âWho wouldn't want to show off their lover?â
He feels you stiffen, sees the flush of pink crawling outwards to the tips of your ears. âIt's inappropriate. We're in a public setting.â
âThat's only because you refuse to enter my chambers.â Ayato sighs and you look positively mortified. âI wouldn't ravage you, if that's what you're worried about?â
âMy lord, please be reasonable. Whether you do or not, I will still be seen as your bed warmer. Did milady not advise us to be discreet? Inazuma would be in an uproar if they learned you were... you were...â you purse your lips, unable to spit the last word.
âWedded.â
âI'm afraid we haven't gone that far, my lord,â you deadpan.
âSo will you consider it?â
âMy lord.â
âWhat?â
You give him a look, and he sighs in acquiescence. But he turns to face the opposite direction, expression hidden fron view. You can practically hear the pout in his voice, âI see. [Name] only sees me as a fling. My heart breaks to know this bliss is short-lived, but I will cherish our remaining time together.â
He's begun his theatrics again, you think tiredly, accustomed to his stunts. âIn any case, we must be careful. We never know who has loose lips around here...â
He's still not facing you, resolutely looking away.
...Is he sulking for real? Was that a genuine marriage proposal?
âMy lord?â You call out softly, in a lover's tender voice. He doesn't respond. Quieter, you whisper to his ear, âAyato?â yet that doesn't earn a reaction either.
You start to panic, wondering if you were acting too indifferently. The change in your relationship had been a recent one, and you're still settling in a period of adjustment; even if you wanted to properly flirt with him like normal lovers do, bickering came more naturally to you.
You reach for his shoulder, hoping to turn him over and see his face. But then he catches your wrist, and you only have a second to catch a glimpse of his triumphant smirk before he captures your lips in a chaste kiss.
âMhm, I see. So you're more considerate towards me when we're dating,â he cheerfully notes, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear as if he can't see the way your shocked gaze morphs into a cold glare. âI truly am privileged.â
âIncorrigible.â The word drips with poison, but he laughs and kisses you again, thumbing at the ring around your finger.
two year after breaking up with your ex osamu you have moved on with your life. you finally get a big roll in an up coming tv show after years of small insignificant rolls. when you find out that your co-star is suna rintaro, your exâs best friend who you despise, you plan on dropping the roll. however, suna isnât exactly how you remember and for some reason you start catching feelings.
pairings: suna x fem!reader , osamu x fem!reader
genre: angst !
tropes: actor!suna, actor!osamu, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers
warnings: 18+, love triangle, cheating, toxic relationships, unrequited love, (+more to be announced)
taglist: (open)
status: starting after âfacelessâ
cast
CHAPTERS
SEASON ONE !
episode one
âȘ y/n nervously awaits to hear news from her agent on whether she got her dream acting job or not.
I, of course, had to start off with an angst story for my very first story here! let me know what you think and do feel free to request or simply message me :) i love making friends <3
Ushijima x reader
TW; Angst, One-sided love, not really good at these lemme know if i forgot anything!!
Pt.2
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Ushijima Wakatoshi was a blunt man. A man who does not cut corners and simply, tells it how it is, no matter the circumstance. It was what you loved about him. You knew, if you needed to hear the truth, he was there to provide it.
Sometimes though, a lie would've been sufficient. You couldn't help the anguish that came with his words.
"Lately L/N-san, you've been growing annoying"
The words uttered by the man in front of you kept repeating in your mind for awhile. You didn't really know how to respond and Ushijima wasn't willing to stay long enough to hear your answer. He walked back to the spot he was in previously, leaving the water bottle between your hands you had brought for him.
You didn't need the pity stares from Tendou or Semi, who were the closest to the both of you to hear what had happened. A light chuckle left your throat, an awkward, pitiful sound you wished didn't leave your teeth. With a small wave to the two, you left the gym.
-
You still visited the gym when you had the chance, offering everyone a water bottle but always leaving Ushijima's on the bench near his bag to not annoy him any further. Though you wanted nothing more then to cut the visits you couldn't do that to the friends you made coming here.
Every time you passed Ushijima you gave him a smile, a bow and kept walking. It was useless to keep pestering him, no matter how much you'd want to start a conversation. Back then conversations weren't bad or good. They all were neutral yet you were always the first to initiate the small talk and Ushijima always the one ending it to go back practicing or continue his walk to class.
It always brought a smile even with how short it was.
You wondered if he ever noticed. with a short laugh and a shake of your head, to get rid of the foolish thoughts you made your way into the gym. Of course he didn't. And if he did, he was probably relieved to get rid of such a nuisance.
"It is not my fault she was bothering me. She should be the one apologizing"
That quickly made you stop in your track.
"Ushiwaka you're being unfair! you hurt her and she's your friend" Tendou's voice drifted through the, surprisingly, quiet gym.
"She's not my friend, she's only here because of her crush on me which i do not recuperate"
With a frown you made your presence clear.
"Ushijima-san, do not get it confused. I might have started coming here because of my 'crush' on you but that changed quick when I noticed how better your teammates treat me. I see them as my friends and that is why i continued coming here, and i never told you to return my feelings"
You made your statement loud and clear, looking into the eyes of the male who, sadly enough, you still had feelings for. If the gym wasn't quiet enough when you were eavesdropping, it sure went quiet now.
"My teammates treat you better then me? they are willing to lie to your face then give you honesty" Ushijima didn't hold back. His tone rough and his gaze hard.
No one made a comment to prove him wrong. You glanced at each one of them with a disappointing look.
You were foolish enough to think they were your friends. You put the plastic bag on the bench near you and left the gym. You won't be an annoyance any longer.
Boyfriend!Bokuto who abandons himself into your words whenever you speak, round golden eyes staring into yours as the whole world halts within the moment, because nothing but you and your everything matters more to him.
Boyfriend!Bokuto who never stops clinging onto you at home, hunched back and hefty arms locked around your waist as you try to brush your teeth or make your midnight snacks.
Boyfriend!Bokuto who loves pillow fighting with you, on a Friday night in your matching pjs as your screams and giggles bounced against the walls of the bedroom until either of you hits too hard and the other gets mad.
Boyfriend!Bokuto who starts movie marathons with you at 2 am in the morning, blankets draping over your cuddling figures with your mouths full of popcorn as the only source of light in the whole room was the television playing Mean Girls.
Boyfriend!Bokuto who gifts you an owl plushie before he leaves the country for a game, introducing it to you as Kou and it'll accompany you without him there. Also telling you to take good care of Kou by giving it your hugs and kisses whenever you miss him.
Boyfriend!Bokuto who sometimes sneaks into your workplace and gets all giddy and happy when you see each other, only to be shooed away by you so he wouldn't distract you during your job but nonetheless, he still walks out with a huge smile on his face just because he got to look at your face.
Can I request a reaction for Ushijima when he doesnt find you at home after af fight? Like the one from Atsumu (Hope you write for Ushijima, if not its okay). Thank youâ€
Thanks a lot for requesting! âŁïž
Ig I never really talked about who i write for and who I donât write for but the haikyuu character list would end up being too long tbh..
The reaction will be under the cut, thanks again for requesting and hope you enjoy! xx
He doesnât find you at home after a fight | Ushijima Wakatoshi
a/n: thanks again for the request and pls enjoy!
Warnings: none
-> timeskip Ushijima
[Miya Atsumu version ]
Heâs actually quite mature imo. I feel like he actually wants to hear your pov, he wants to talk it out with you but at the end of the day, he also knows that thereâs no point in talking about it if both of you were not in the right state of mind/too upset
In order to calm down he decided to leave your shared home and go for a run so he could calm down, think about what he wanted to tell you and to just sort out his thoughts in peace
Quite some time would pass before he decided to come back/finish his run but when he quietly stepped into the apartment, heâd notice that you jacket and your shoes were gone
Ngl Ushijima would probably think that you would need some time to cool down as well, just like he did and he would absolutely respect that. Heâd take a shower, take some time to drink something and just kind of letting the whole argument play over in his mind in order to ponder about his words and the way he had acted during the whole situation
As time would pass though, heâd start to feel a nervous feeling creep up in his chest. You were taking way too long, way longer than he did and it started to worry him. I donât think that heâd start to freak out or panic but he surely would start to not feel as calm as he did before.
Ushijima would actually try to call you (heâs not the biggest fan of texts) and if you didnât pick up, heâd leave a voice message, telling you to please call him back as soon as youâd be listening to the message
So so many thoughts would be running through his head, making him lose focus and kind of losing himself in his own little world. Thoughts like âwas i too harsh?â or âare they not coming back today?â (his parents got divorced so no matter how cool headed he is, the fear of it happening to the both of you too, would be in the back oh his head, slowly creeping up on him)
Again, heâd try to call you, in hopes that youâd finally pick up the phone and if you didnât (for whatever reason), anxiety would wash over him, finally cracking the huge wall that would keep him calm and collected. But if you did pick up the phone, heâd close his eyes in relief, holding the phone tightly in his hands before talking to you: âI was hoping for you to pick up the phone..do you need me to pick you up?â and âCan you come home? Please.â
Plus: as soon as heâd hear the front door click, heâd immediately walk up to you, not even waiting for you to say anything, his first instinct would be to take you into his arms, letting out a deep sigh, just being thankful for the fact that you came back home to him. And heâd let you know for sure, mumbling a âThank you for coming back homeâ, confusing you bc the thought of leaving him didnât even cross your mind but yk, he has his insecurities as well (tbh I feel like he knows that his vb career takes up on a lot of free time n all so moments like these, where he suddenly is confronted with his insecurities, he then notices how incredibly thankful he is to have you in his life. -> ushijima would probably caress your face, holding eye contact before pulling you close against his chest to engulf you in his arms (man needs some time to relax before the both of you can actually talk it out).
Thank you for reading! Feedback is always appreciated ofc xx
suna is a popular faceless streamer/youtuber, during a stream he mistakenly out his crush on you. you also being poplar streamer, word travels fast. you start messaging each other and your friendship grows, but problems arise when he ârevealsâ what he looks like.
Lucifer, Satan and Belphegor reacting to a very quiet mc that only ever talks to them <3 gn!mc other characters
đ€ Lucifer:
at first, he thinks you don't talk much because you're salty for having been kidnapped for an exchange program you didn't exactly consent to
which he doesn't like
he'll be a little annoyed by your silence
but only at first because even Lucifer gets used to some things and also realizes that there's no malicious reason behind it
when you first talk to him, he's very surprised
at first thinks that you've changed and regularly talk now but when he only hears your voice late at night in his office, his heart kind of bursts
he tries his best to act nonchalant about it, but he also becomes a lot more talkative when you talk! he likes having conversations with you, they make him very proud :3
đ€ Satan:
a little disappointed when you don't talk much
he likes having discussions and talking about books and cats and he'd love to talk with you about those things
oh well, it can't be helped...
still likes keeping you around because you radiate a kind of warmth he loves to feel while reading
talks to you, even if you don't respond
imagine his shock when one day you do respond
it's very cute
asks you if he did something that made you talk (so he can do it again :3)
he doesn't push you to talk ever, but is so delighted when you reply to him!!
đ€ Belphegor:
you don't talk? good, keep doing just that, please
he's very nonverbal himself especially when he's sleepy
so he likes communicating through his eyes and expressions with you :) his bros don't like it when he does it but since you don't talk much either, he feels comfortable being silent too
when you do start talking to him tho there are two kinds of possible outcomes
either sleep is forgotten and he keeps himself awake to talk to you! your voice is comfortable and he likes getting to know you better
or, he becomes even more sleepy because your voice is so comfortable
he knows you both can feel safe when you talk and that makes him sleepy
if you're okay with it, he asks you to read him a book to sleep sometimes
A/N: i havent seen much of these even tho they debuted a week ago BUT STILLÂ
Gun-il
-boy oh boy
-he is a HANDFUL
-of sunshine :)
-fuck him being christian. THE ONLY THING HE WORSHIPS IS YOU.
-will buy you cute plushies that remind you of him.
-spoils you bc he thinks youre TOO CUTE <3
-âOh Gun-il you didnt have-â âI ALSO BOUGHT YOU THESE NEW GUCCI SHOES. THEY REMINDED ME OF YOUâ
-rip jypâs credit card score-
-a real creep sometimes
-you were changing and he accidently walked in and instead of saying âOh sorry honey.â, he did that weird ass lip thing. lets say he slept on the couch that weekend.
Jungsu
-wholesome keyboi
-literally buys you flowers every month. like its to the point where the local flower shop has appointments for him.
-and if you have chubby hips like him, omg his heart flew away say bye to it bestie.
-he loves laying on your legs and getting forehead kissesÂ
-you clown him abt his âtonightâ in hdd
-âBaby you sounded like corspe husband.â âIm way better than that among us playing cheapskate.â
-soft makeout sessions 100000%
-loves grabbing your hips anytime of the week. 24/7 365
-not in a smexy way but more in a âAAAAAAAAAAAAA gimme kithiesâ way
-unless ;)Â
-unless its dancing what are yall thinking creeps?
Gaon
-nervous boi
-for an extrovert, he was kinda nervous at first.
-meaning the first day
-once he got comfy, THE CHAOS OMG
-he bought matching meme shirts from etsy and yall wear them like its some sort of sacred piece of fabric.Â
-omg he has so many snacks its not a joke. like i mean omg you guys bought a second pantry to keep all the snacks in there.
-problem was: 75% of them were stolen from o.de and jooyeonâs room.
-and speaking of them, o.de and jooyeon are you guysâ children.
-best parent couple (move over gun-il and jungsu)
-yâall are weirdos but in a good way
-You guys went on a whole entire ass journey to get a fucking 1 dollar hotdog. you two have dignity. too much even.
O.de
-basic pinterest couple bitches
-like you two have an insta called o.y/n and its cute
-you guys met at a store in the mall. you worked there and he thought you were the prettiest person ever
-still thinks you are
-you guys got matching outfits for days
-you know that babygirl x daddy aesthetic everyone wants? thats yâall
-except you two are living memes.
-chaotic? yes. chaotic? yes. and chaotic? VERY YES.
-literally screamed in the dorm to the point where jooyeon almost bitch slapped you (SMACK CAM)
-deadass you guys are the funniest and cutest couple tho
Jun Han
-you two were online friends in a gc until you guys met in person.
-heâs so nervous but not when heâs flirting
-bro when heâs flirting, OMG ITS HYEONGJUN NOT JUN HAN
-âBabe do i look like a freak?â âthe only thing that looks like a freak is-ââ ââJunnie ily but please stfu or iâll jooyeon will bitch slap youâ
-He lets you braid his mullet and he just uwuâs bc you pull out a whole entire hairstyling kit
-Jun Han LOVES LOVES LOVES you kissing his mouth corners. he starts giggling like a big dork <3
-also loves when you call him âJunnieâ. His favorite nickname of all time
-heâs your #1 fan. literally he went to some virusy shirt website to order a shirt saying âY/Nâs #1 fanâ
Jooyeon
-a total BABY
-he loves when you make him stuff. like food or art. He literally stores everything under his bed or even in a small box labelled with your name.
-he loves giving you kithes and huggies
-cuddle sessions sm
-he gets so jealous. like literally. you were talking to gun-il and your boyfriend straight up bitch slapped JKJK but he got all angy and started tugging on your arm
-heâs very young. meaning HORMONES. (not so much in the dirty way tho) you guys have small makeout sessions every DAY. but heâs also a crier. (i feel like he is one, not bc hes the youngest, but bc i see him being kind of emotional)
-yâall were watching endgame and he started SOBBING and then crying out âAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MR. STARK NO-â
-you had to call gun-il and gaon serveral times that night
Description: After promising to Lee Yeon to keep watch on his soulmate through all her reincarnations, you donât see Lee Rang for hundred of years. So when fate decides to bring you back together, you donât know how to approach him.Â
Warnings: theyâre are spoilers for the end, and the ending is changed, swearing, bit of a weird ending (I didnât know how to end it, I suck at endings)
A/N: thanks to @iammultifandomafâ I am now addicted to this show and Lee Rang, so thx for that! So, I decided to write about this sassy guy, because how can you not love him.
mornings suck. forcing yourself to open your eyes sucks. peeling the comfortable covers off of your body sucks. making yourself sit up in bed sucks. slamming your hand on your alarm for he fifth time in a row sucks. the lecture youâre about to get ready for? youâre sure thatâs going to suck the most.
you can feel the bed shift behind you as you swing your feet off the mattress, toes hitting the cold laminate. a yawn stretches your mouth open, the back of a hand reaches up to rub at your bleary eyes.
and a face presses into your back.
familiar hands follow it right after, sliding lazily and clumsily from your hips to where they settle around you, wrapping around your waist. you twist enough to see your boyfriend somewhat nuzzle into you, his lips pressing to the base of your spine through your shirt.
âno,â he mumblesâand his voice sounds sweetly agitated, like when you steal the last bite of his food or scold him for leaving his bloody rags on the sink.
âbabe, i gotta,â you smile, because how could you not? his hair is a mess, lacking itâs normal gel that keeps it so well swept. now it splays messily around his face, his sleep flushed cheeks, wild at the top like an unruly crown. you shift to lift one leg back onto the bed, twisting more so that hanmaâs cheek is resting against your hip. âmy lecture starts in twenty minutes. iâm already gonna be late.â
âmore reason to not go,â he says, fingers sliding under the hem of your shirt to thumb against your skin. his eyes are closed, like heâs still half asleep. then again he probably is. âbetter never than late, i always say.â
âyes and that,â you slide your hand down to his cheek to pinch it, âis why you are always getting in trouble.â
âwhen am i ever..â his words dwindle off, a deep exhale fanning against your hip, then heâs jerking back awake. âwhen am i ever in trouble?â
âjust go back to sleep.â you laugh, trying to unwrap his arms from around you. itâs all for naught though, and you should really know better by now, because your actions only result in a disgruntled hanma dropping his head into your lap instead. giving him a better leverage to trap you.
âno.â he squeezes your waist as he says it, pouts into your stomach, and tries to pull you further back into bed the best he can in his compromised position.
âshuji,â you groan, glancing again to the alarm clock on the bedside table. âif i donât leave now, i really will be late.â
âif you donât leave, you canât be late,â he reasons, stupidly smart for his sleep stricken self. ânow shut up and come back.â
âif i never left, i canât come back,â you retort, smirking at the grumbles that leave his lips at you using his own sarcasm against him. you try to peel his grip off of you again, attempting to coo him to a middle ground.
itâs only when you effectively remove one of his arms from around you, about to slide from your boyfriendâs grasp and make your escape, that he finally cracks his eyes open. his bangs hang in them, but that doesnât stop their half lidded golden glory from making your heart skip as he looks up at you. if anything, it makes it worse.
âstop it. youâre being an asshole,â hanma huffs, ripping his arm out of your grasp in order to grab your wrist, stopping you from standing up from the mattress. his pout is less sweet now, deepened by the ghost of an irritated scowl. but it doesnât look any less cute. âfuck your lecture. i want cuddles and i want sleep and i want you.â
he tugs at your wrist then, yanking down so that you have no choice but to follow and bend to his level, pulling you in until youâre mere millimeters apart. the shared breaths are nothing nice, morning breath on each of your tongues, but the flecks in hanmaâs eyes seem to distract you from that.
âstay,â he breathes, lips a sliver of an inch away from brushing against yours, tone a half a step back from making you dizzy. a smile curls at his mouth, like he knows heâs going to win before you even give an answer. âyeah?â
and itâs annoying and unfair and you really needed to be at lecture this morning, but you throw all that away to surge forward and press your lips to shujiâs.
âyeah,â you mutter into his mouth as you pull away, a curse on the tip of your tongue at the instant stretch of a cheeky smirk that plays at hanmaâs lips. he shifts back into his imprinted spot in bed and drags you with him, hardly giving you a chance to get comfortable before heâs burrowing his face into your neck. âi hope you know i hate you.â
âi hope you know i know youâre lying,â he quips, and you want nothing more than to smack the back of his head. you raise a hand to run your fingers along the hair at his nape instead.
âiâm pretty sure if i miss one more lecture i get a red flag on my record,â you sigh, dancing your fingers along hanmaâs spine as he intertwines your legs together.
âthen iâll handle it,â hanma answers, pressing his lips to the side of your neck, then your collarbone, then just under your jaw. âiâve killed for less.â
âare you really plotting to kill my prof for something thatâs entirely your fault?â
itâs a quiet for a moment, then hanma hums.
âi meanââ
âoh my god just go to sleep,â you groan, but it quickly melts into a laugh as you shake your head at your boyfriend.
his sleepy smile presses into the skin of your neck, causing one of your own to curl your lips as you press them to his forehead in a half-assed kiss. he snuggles closer to you, clings harder like he thinks youâre still going to try to sneak out on him any second now, and it doesnât take more than a minute before his even breaths are tickling your throat.
guess youâll never know just how much lecture would suck today after all.
a/n: atsumuâs part is inspired by @/zan_miyaâs art on ig!
miya atsumu
atsumu is stubborn
he often stays up watching volleyball matches on his phone in the dark
you and osamu have both warned him about his habits before, but he just brushes it off
finally, itâs time for his yearly eye checkup
âthis isnât fair! why doesnât âsamu need glasses too!â atsumu complains while seated in the black leather chair of the optometristâs office.
