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Nagi never lets go.
If she sits beside him, he flops onto her lap. If she lies down, he wraps his limbs around her and entangles them like vines. He sleepily kisses her shoulder without opening his eyes. Runs his fingers through her hair because it’s calming. If she tries to stand, he groans and drags her back into bed.
Touch, to Nagi, is both comfort and confirmation. His body pressed to hers is his unspoken promise: You’re here now. I’m not letting go.
How They Behave Around Girls
(Are they gentlemanly? Would they help?)
Windbreaker x reader
i've been watching and reading windbreaker lately. im sorry for not being active at all also about the requests in my inbox, i'm trying to write them, but im slow. so i appreciate your understanding
Haruka Sakura
Initial Attitude Toward Girls: Sakura is deeply emotionally guarded. He's not flirtatious, and his cold, blunt demeanor doesn’t shift based on gender, he treats everyone with equal detachment. He likely wouldn't go out of his way to be polite to a girl just because she’s a girl. If anything, he’d be awkward.
Behavior Around Girls: Very stiff and distant. If a girl tried to talk to him casually, he might respond curtly or even ignore her. However, if a girl was in real danger, especially from violence or harassment, Sakura would absolutely step in, not out of chivalry, but because his strong moral code wouldn’t allow him to stand by.
Gentlemanly? Not traditionally. He wouldn’t hold doors open or offer to carry things unless asked directly, but if someone needed genuine help, he'd do it without fuss and without waiting for thanks.
Protectiveness: High, but silent. He protects people (girls included) with actions, not words. He'd fight tooth and nail to protect a girl if she were being wronged, but he'd be blunt and brusque about it afterward.
Underneath the demon, the stage idol, and the teasing prince…
Jinu is terrified you’ll stop choosing him.
So sometimes he clings. Not with arms but with words.
“You won’t leave me, right?”
“You still love me?”
“Even if I mess up…will you stay?”
He hides it in soft jokes, in gentle kisses, in buying you little things you mentioned once.
But you know it’s real when you catch him watching you sleep. Not in a creepy way, just memorizing. Like he needs to etch you into his memory, in case you disappear.
Because to love like Jinu does… is to always be one step away from ruin.
How The Saja Boys Protect Their Lover
(it's how i see them okay, dont attack me. i dont have a clue about their real real personality because netflix is too cheap to give us a screentime of the boy’s personality or where the boys actually speaks)
-ranked from most to least
Beneath the lights of the stage and the sweet allure of bubblegum pop, the Saja Boys are not just idols. They are demons. Predators wrapped in velvet vocals and perfect skin.
And demons do not love like humans do. They claim. They bind. They protect—violently, obsessively, eternally.
To the world, they flash charming grins and choreographed winks. But to the one who holds their heart? They offer something far more dangerous: complete, consuming protection. The kind that comes with teeth.
Some destroy threats with fire and fists. Others kill with whispers, or shadows, or fear. But make no mistake—once a Saja Boy decides you are his…
Nothing in this world or the next will touch you.
1. Jinu Saja — The Obsessive Shield
“Even if the world turns on you… I won’t. I’ll take the blame. I’ll burn for you.”
Scenario:
Jinu saw it first—the way the crowd turned on you after a fake scandal leaked. You were nothing but kind, but that didn’t matter to the swarm. Rumors spread like wildfire, fans accusing you of using him, hurting him. Cameras flashing. Fingers pointing.
And Jinu… smiled.
Not at them. At you. The moment your lips trembled, he wrapped his coat around your shoulders and pulled you against his chest.
“Let them hate me instead,” he whispered, low and commanding. “Say I forced you. Say I manipulated you.”
“Jinu, no, I—”
“I’ll do the press conference. I’ll cry if I have to. I’ll fall from grace and drag the Saja Boys name down with me. Just don’t… cry like that again.”
Later, you watched him stand before the world, his eyes heavy but lips firm. He lied through his teeth—for you. Risked everything for you. And when the world spat him out, he came home with bruised pride and whispered into your hair,
“I’m still here. I don’t need the stage. I just need you safe.”
2. Abby (Abs) Saja — The Physical Guardian
“They touched you? Where. Show me.”
Scenario:
Abby rarely shows his emotions outside of performances—but with you, he becomes something else entirely. You accidentally brushed against an aggressive fan while backstage. A harmless stumble, you thought. But not to him.
You didn’t even realize he saw until rehearsal stopped.
Abby stormed out of the studio, hunting the culprit like a beast. No security. No manager. Just fury in the form of a broad-shouldered idol.
When he returned, he was calmer, yet his fists still shook.
“You’re hurt,” he said bluntly, noticing the slight scrape on your arm. His jaw clenched. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
You shrugged. “It wasn’t a big deal.”
He knelt in front of you, gently cradling your arm as if it were porcelain.
“If you think you’re not worth protecting, I’ll just have to prove you wrong every day.”
From then on, he never let you walk alone. Hands always ready, chest in front of yours in crowds. Abby didn’t speak about love much, but every step he took told the world: Don’t you dare try me.
3. Romance Saja — The Gentle Flame
“If anyone hurts your heart… they answer to me.”
Scenario:
Romance doesn’t shout. He doesn’t hit. But when you were heartbroken over a betrayal—your former friend leaking private texts—he didn’t let it slide.
He wiped your tears and held you close, murmuring, “I’ll handle it, baby. You just rest.”
The next morning, the girl posted a full apology video. Romance didn’t threaten. He simply spoke—with the kind of quiet wrath that makes even devils shake. Rumors swirled that he showed up at her door with nothing but a blank stare and a heart-shaped pendant in his hand.
You never asked what he said. He never told. But he held your hand tighter after that, brushing your hair behind your ear and saying:
“I’ll never let anyone mess with your peace again.”
His love was protective like candlelight—warm, but if you touched the flame with bad intentions, it burned.
4. Baby Saja — The Emotional Protector
“Why are you sad? Who made you cry?! I’ll cry harder than you if you don’t stop—!”
Scenario:
Baby Saja is reactive. One tear from you and he’s panicking, fussing, pacing, threatening to destroy the entire schedule because “you are more important than any fan sign!”
When you were overwhelmed by hate online, he crashed a livestream with you in his lap, clinging to you like a child protecting his teddy bear.
“Listen here, internet!” he yelled into the camera. “If I see one more mean comment about them, I’m gonna explode—literally! Fire demon. Boom! Gone!”
You tried to muffle your laughter.
Later, he cuddled into you, arms around your waist.
“You’re not alone, okay? If you fall, I fall. If they throw you away, I’ll pick you up.”
His protectiveness comes with tears and tantrums. But it’s real. He defends you like you’re his whole heart—because you are.
5. Mystery Saja — The Cold-Quiet Wrath
“...I already took care of it. You don’t need to know how.”
Scenario:
You didn’t even know someone was stalking your socials—sending disturbing messages—until the account vanished. Entirely.
Mystery Saja didn’t tell you until days later. “Handled,” was all he said.
“You hacked them?”
“Worse,” he replied with a deadpan voice. “But don’t worry. They won’t find the courage to speak again.”
You gulped. “Did you threaten them?”
“No,” he said. “I promised them what I do to people who break pretty things.”
He never raised his voice. Never asked how you were. Just stayed close. Always a step behind you in the hallway, eyes sharp, hand brushing yours.
You sometimes wished he would yell. But Mystery’s protection is like a shadow—silent, effective, and a little terrifying.
And yet when you held his hand and said thank you, he blinked slowly, lips parting just slightly.
“You’re the only thing that makes me feel… anything. So yeah. I’ll destroy anything that tries to take you.”
HAIKYUU BOYS x READER 🌶 “Do you like it?” 🌶
Kageyama, Oikawa, Sugawara, Kuroo, Kita, Suna (You secretly sabotage the soup with way too much salt, but pretend it was cooked lovingly. Will they endure it?)
🥣 KAGEYAMA TOBIO
You waited as he took the first spoonful. Kageyama blinked. Froze. His mouth opened slightly like he was about to say something—but he didn’t. He just… swallowed. You watched with innocent eyes, smile glowing. “Do you like it?” you asked sweetly.
He stared at the bowl like it had just betrayed him. His jaw clenched. “Y-Yeah,” he replied quickly, voice tight, eyes not meeting yours. “It’s… good.”
He took another bite. You heard the spoon click nervously against the bowl. He tried to eat fast—like the sooner he finished, the sooner the pain would end. His tongue was burning from the salt. His face was heating up.
You tilted your head, eyes wide. “You’re eating so fast. Do you like it that much?”
He let out a noise between a cough and a groan. “Y-Yeah…” He almost looked like he was about to cry when he finally finished. He patted his chest subtly like he was trying to make sure his heart didn’t explode from sodium overload.
But he said nothing. Because you made it. Lovingly. Even if it felt like his taste buds had been slapped.
GENSHIN X READER
(pt. 2, What if his lover isnt purely innocent? What if its all calculated?)
Childe (Tartaglia)
He loved how cute you were. The way you clung to his arm with your big, glossy eyes. The way you pouted and said things like, “Don’t leave me~ I’ll be so lonely…” It made his heart swell — you were so soft, so delicate, so his.
But things started… changing. You weren’t just needy — you were vindictive. Anyone who annoyed you disappeared from the room shaken, trembling. One day, his younger brother Teucer nearly tripped over you, and you smiled sweetly. The next day, the boy had a bruised knee and didn’t know how.
“Tonia was being mean to me,” you whispered, snuggled into Childe’s chest. “She laughed when I fell.” You didn’t have to say more. He dealt with it.
But that night, as he watched you humming while drawing something in a little red notebook — a list of names, crossed out, complete with little skulls — he felt something crawl under his skin.
“You’re not as fragile as you act, are you?” he asked, voice low. You looked up at him, wide-eyed. “But you like me better this way, right?” He did. He hated it.
So he kissed your forehead. And told himself: “If she’s twisted… at least she’s twisted for me.”
Xiao
At first, your presence gave him peace. You were small, soft-voiced, always reaching for his hand like you’d float away without it. You called him your “hero.” He didn’t understand affection, but you made him feel… anchored.
But things changed.
One day, he heard you humming behind a pillar. A strange sound, like you were talking to someone — but you were alone.
“He was mean to me, so I broke his toy,” you giggled. He saw the broken hilichurl mask in your hand — not dropped in battle, but smashed, repeatedly. With intent.
He stepped closer, eyes sharp. “What did you do?” You turned, smiled so sweetly, and tugged his sleeve.
“Nothing bad. Don’t worry. You protect me, remember?” He froze. Something in your voice — that lilt of innocence — it was wrong.
He didn’t leave. But he never let his back face you again.
Cyno
You were dramatic, clingy, full of ridiculous excuses. He scolded you like a tired teacher with a mischievous student. But he always gave in. He thought your chaos was harmless.
Until someone was arrested. For threatening you, you said. But there were… gaps in the story. Inconsistencies. He dug deeper. Your witness statements, delivered in your cute, pouty tone, didn't line up.
“Why did you say they pushed you?” he asked. You blinked up at him. “They did, emotionally.” “That's not a crime.” “It felt like it.”
Cyno stared. For once, he had no joke.
“If you lie again, I’ll find out.” You smiled. “You won’t leave though… will you?”
He didn’t answer. And that silence scared him more than any of your words.
Kaeya
You were a breath of twisted air. Every pout, every dramatic sigh — he thought it was a game. Something he could match, even beat. But he didn’t realize the game was rigged.
He caught you once in the library, whispering to someone in a broken voice, tears in your eyes. He felt concern — until he saw the way your eyes sharpened the moment they looked away. You were acting.
“You’re a little monster in disguise,” he murmured later, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger. You leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
“You’re not afraid of monsters. You sleep with one every night.”
He laughed. Of course he did. But his arm tightened around your waist — not to hold you close, but to remind himself you were real. And maybe, if he kept you close enough, the monster wouldn’t turn on him.
Albedo
You always had tantrums. Pouts. Teary-eyed “nobody loves me” routines. He treated it clinically — like a pattern. Until one day, someone went missing after an argument with you. And you just tilted your head. “They shouldn’t have yelled at me. That’s all.”
He examined your room while you napped. Drawings. Pages of notes about people. How to make them crack. How to make them break.
When he confronted you, you didn’t cry. You just smiled, lazy and sweet.
“Is this part of your experiment, too?”
He paused.
“Maybe,” he said quietly. “But this time, I’m the subject.”
In my saja boys era, BCUZ JINU HAS NO RIGHT TO BE THAT… THAT, WELL YOU KNOW
Im going to pretend the end scene didnt happen
THEY LOOK SO CUTE IM CRYING
You don’t even have to say a word.
You stop. He stops. He sees the sparkle in your eyes, follows your line of sight.
“…Prada?”
“Prada.”
“You want it?”
“I NEED it.”
He smiles, takes your hand, and leads you straight in.
“What color you want?”
“Pink!”
“Gold hardware or silver?”
“…Gold, duh.”
Ten minutes later, the store clerk hands you three variations—Reo got all of them. You twirl with your bags and giggle.
He chuckles and kisses your forehead.
“A princess shouldn’t have to choose when she can have everything.”
Sae acts cold, but when you stomp your feet and dramatically cry, “You’re ignoring me again!!” he sighs, lifts you up without a word, and sets you on his lap.
You nuzzle against his neck while he’s reviewing training footage, and though he pretends to ignore your baby talk, he subtly turns the volume down just for you.
He secretly buys you your favorite snacks and tells Rin not to touch them.
“If you’re gonna be a brat, at least be my brat.”
GENSHIN X READER
(What if their lover is childish, what is their reactions?) Childe, Xiao, Cyno, Kaeya, Albedo, Ayato, Diluc, Kaveh, Zhongli, Kazuha, Thoma, Itto
okay this may not be perfect
Dark twist ver
Childe (Tartaglia)
Loves it. Enables it.
“You wanna be carried? Sure, hop on.” He spoils you without shame and finds your pouty demands adorable. Your clinginess feeds his ego. You whine? He chuckles and gives in. You cry? Someone’s getting hurt.
You're sitting on his lap sideways, arms crossed, refusing to look at him. “What’s wrong this time, snowflake?” he asks, grin already forming. You mumble, “You were gone too long.” He just laughs and pulls you closer, one hand sliding up your back. “I told you it was a mission,” he coos, kissing your cheek, “You missed me that bad, huh?” You nod with the smallest whimper. “Alright, alright. Tonight’s just us. I’ll even let you sleep on top of me like a weighted blanket, deal?” You brighten immediately. He smirks — mission successful. His brat is happy again.
Xiao
Internally panics. He doesn’t get it, but he tries. You pull on his sleeve, demand attention, and he freezes.
“What… are you doing?” Eventually, he just accepts it with a quiet sigh and softening gaze. You’re strange — but somehow, you ease his pain.
You cling to his arm while he meditates. At first, he pretends to ignore you. “Xiaooo,” you drawl, tugging. “I’m concentrating.” “I’m lonely.” He finally opens his eyes and looks at you — not angry, just tired. “What do you want me to do?” You point to the ground next to you: “Sit here. Just… exist next to me.” He hesitates, then moves without a word. When your head ends up on his lap, he tenses — but doesn’t move. “…You’re annoying,” he mutters. You grin. He didn’t push you away. You won
Cyno
Surprisingly patient — but confused. He stares blankly when you whine over something small.
“That’s… not how logic works.” But over time, he adjusts. He brings you plushies “for stress regulation” and lets you cling to him without question. Secretly thinks it’s cute.
You dramatically flop onto his paperwork pile. “Nooo one loves me~” “I do,” he says instantly, without looking up. “Then why are you ignoring me?” “I’m not. I’m finishing this report to protect you, so you don’t get arrested for tax evasion.” You blink. “Wait—what taxes?” He gives you a deadpan look. “Exactly. That’s why I do the paperwork.” Then he pulls you into his lap like a sack of rice, continuing to write. “You can sit here. But behave. Or I’ll tickle you to death.”
Kaeya
Completely entertained.
“Aw, poor thing~ do you need a kiss or three?” He feeds your drama like it’s gourmet. Teases you, carries you, even talks to you like a spoiled brat on purpose just to see your tantrums. Loves every second.
You pout at him during a fancy event. “You’re not paying attention to me.” He smirks. “Sweetheart, I’m hosting a diplomatic banquet.” “Don’t care.” He raises a brow, then excuses himself mid-conversation to walk over. “What do you want me to do?” “Hold my hand. Right now.” He chuckles, kisses your knuckles, and slides an arm around your waist. “Demanding, dramatic, and dangerously adorable,” he whispers. “Just my type.”
Albedo
Gently indulgent.
He doesn’t react dramatically, but he notices everything. He adjusts his tone, softens his words, and gives you space to be childish — while subtly guiding you with logic.
“You can throw your tantrum first. Then we’ll talk.”
You tug on the end of his coat like a child. “Albedo, I’m bored. Entertain me.” “Hmm.” He puts down his quill. “You wish to be stimulated… intellectually or emotionally?” You stare at him blankly. “Emotionally!” you say. “With cuddles.” He sighs softly, amused. Then he lifts you into his lap with mechanical ease. “Let’s explore this emotional attachment then,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.
Ayato
Amused, but strategic.
“Are you pouting again? Shall I cancel your dessert?” He sees it as part of your charm and manages you like he manages diplomats — with luxury and light threats. He lets you be childish… as long as you're still his.
You lay dramatically across his office couch, groaning. “No one appreciates me~” He glances up from his tea, entirely unbothered. “That’s incorrect. I provide you with daily adoration, three gifts a week, and imported mochi.” “But not enough attention!” He sets the cup down, approaches, and scoops you into his arms effortlessly. “You want attention? Fine. I’ll cancel everything today — for you.” He pauses. “But you better earn it. By feeding me those strawberry candies you hoard.”
Diluc
Internally screaming, but outwardly calm. You cling to him like a koala, and he just sighs softly.
“You’re impossible… but fine.” He’s not used to it, but secretly likes how open you are. He pretends to be annoyed — he’s not.
You throw yourself at him while he’s dressing for a formal event. “Don’t goooo.” “I’ll be gone an hour,” he murmurs. “Just an hour.” “Too long. I’ll die of boredom.” He lets out a tired breath and holds you close, hand stroking your hair. “You’re impossible.” “I’m cute.” He gives the ghost of a smile. “Yes… you’re ridiculously cute.” Then he hands you a book. “Read this until I return. Highlight every word you like. I’ll read them back to you later.” You perk up immediately. He's got you wrapped around his finger. So why does he look more flustered? AHHH HE'S JUST ""CHEF'S KISS"
Kaveh
Matches your energy. Dramatically.
“Oh? You’re upset? I’m upset! I just broke another cup!” You pout — he pouts louder. You cry — he throws a pillow. It becomes chaotic. Everyone hates it. You two love it. Drama royalty x2.
You cry because you dropped your donut. He cries with you. “This world is so cruel! That donut had potential!” You throw yourself dramatically on the floor. “Everything’s ruined!” He joins you. “We deserve better!” Alhaitham walks in. Sees both of you fake sobbing over a pastry. Leaves without a word. Kaveh turns to you. “Let’s go buy five more. And then you can sit on my lap while I file building permits.” “Deal.”
Zhongli
Patient beyond mortal comprehension. You throw a tantrum in Liyue Harbor and he doesn’t blink.
“Are you done, my love? Now let us proceed.” He talks to you like a king calming a royal baby. You cling to him — he lets you. You whine — he brews tea.
You whine at him mid-conversation with Ningguang. “Zhoooongliiii~ I’m sleepy~” He nods politely to her and excuses himself. He kneels before you. “Shall I carry you home, or would you prefer a tea break first?” You pout. “Carry.” “As you wish.” He carries you through the harbor bridal-style like it’s nothing. Everyone stares. He’s unfazed. “Being childish is not a flaw,” he says gently. “It is a mark of innocence still alive in this world.”
Kazuha
Soft, poetic understanding. You jump on his back? He carries you like the wind.
“Even the childlike spirit is a treasure the world needs.” He smiles, writes a haiku about your pout, and sings lullabies. Absolute comfort zone.
You yank his sleeve as he plays his flute. “I’m boooored.” “Ah,” he smiles, “Shall I compose something just for you?” “No. I want snacks. And a poem.” “Both, then.” He carries you to a shady tree, gives you dango, and rests your head on his shoulder. “A flower pouts / Demanding sweet attention / I offer peace.” You blink. “Did you just haiku me into submission?” He grins. “Always.”
Thoma
King of pampering.
“Oh no, are you sleepy already? Come here, I’ll carry you home.” He packs snacks, band-aids, and tissues in case you cry or scrape your knee. Cooks your comfort food and wraps you in blankets. Gives piggyback rides everywhere.
You fake cry. Loudly. “I stubbed my toe! I’ll never walk again!” He immediately runs over, scoops you up like a baby, and kisses your forehead. “You poor thing! Do you need medical attention? A warm bath? A mochi emergency?” You blink. “I was joking.” He gives you a serious look. “In this house, we treat stubbed toes like war wounds.” Then he tucks you in, gives you hot chocolate, and kisses your toes. “For healing.” You may never leave his arms again.
Itto
Even MORE childish. You pout? He pouts louder. You want candy? He’s already running to buy it.
“Wanna ride on my shoulders while we yell at birds? YEAH?? LET’S GO!!” Together, you two are an unstoppable force of chaos. Everyone else suffers. You two are thriving.
“Hey!” you yell, pointing at the sky. “That cloud looked at me funny!” “WHAT? WHICH ONE??” He runs outside swinging his club. “YOU WANNA FIGHT, FLUFF PUFF??” You laugh so hard you can’t breathe. He stomps back in. “Don’t worry, babe. I scared it off.” Then he scoops you up and spins you. “You’re my favorite little bean, y’know that?” He spoils you rotten and matches your energy tenfold. Chaos? Yes. Love? Absolute
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