Luna’s Palace 👑

Just growing with the flow, trying to navigate my way through this thing we call life 🧸. 🤞🏾🦋. Sorta ✨SFW✨ Property of Masumi Yodogawa 🖤🫙🫧

[cringe--is--dead]

remember that little Sakura smau I made forever ago?

I made another 🙈 I didn’t forget I swear!

ignore that halfway thru I decided Suo used proper capitalization

[lucyienne]

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𖹭 .ᐟ

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 . . you call them by their full name, and they worry that they might've done something to upset you. 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 . . sakura haruka, suo hayato, hajime umemiya x fem reader. 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 . . there will be part two because i can not include all of them T^T i recently watched wind breaker again, and i LOVED it ( especially ume lol ) anw, have this short smau that i did in the middle of the night :3 ┆ divider by @/honeyluvsw

[thousunni]

happy birthday ~

𐙚smau ft. sakura, suo, kiryu, kaji, umemiya, togame, endo // fem!reader note. recently celebrated my birthday so wanted to make something special! i'm still learning the wbk characters. ig togame never texts and prefers calling... but that's why it's called a smAU lol warnings. suggestive (endo, kaji?, ume ???), mdni !!

[umemiiyas]

and hold!

— syn. asking the wind breaker boys if you can hold it while they pee.

— ft. kaji, sakura, suo, togame, umemiya

— warnings. gn reader. well, lots of pee talks, suggestive (all except ume's LOL), references to sex (kaji's), piss kink (in suo's & jo's #sorrynotsorry)

18+ only. minors / ageless blogs do not interact.

[sleepybibliophilee]

❖ 『𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒖𝒑』 ❖

summary: texting them "let's break up" as a prank

characters: sakura, suo, nirei, kiryu, togame, umemiya, endo

a/n and warnings: all fluff, endo, maybe ooc

divider credit on my pinned post

[thousunni]

you text them "wanna see a pic of my 🐱 ???" and see how they react

𐙚smau ft. sakura, suo, kiryu, kaji, umemiya, togame, endo, takiishi // afab!fem!reader note. i still don't know takiishi very well but i tried !! cat pictures are not mine warnings. suggestive on all of them, mdni !!

[umemiiyas]

lightning in a bottle

— syn. the wind breaker boys came too quickly.

— ft. umemiya, kaji, sakura, suo, togame

— warnings. fem reader. smut, lots of references to sex/oral

18+ only. minors / ageless blogs do not interact.

[itoshiabi]

Haiii hellooo!!! Could you write Kiryu, Suo, Sakura, and whoever else exists idk man I haven't watched windbreaker in awhile but if you could write them taking care of reader who has depression that would be nice.

Your pain = My responsibility

Haruka Sakura

Haruka Sakura is bad at expressing emotions.

Not because he doesn't feel them but because he feels them too much. He doesn't know how to soften his reactions, doesn't know how to filter his words. When he cares, it shows as panic first, anger second.

So when you don't reply to his texts, his panics immediately.

He refreshes the screen. Once. Twice. Three times.

You always reply unless you're sleeping. And this is not the time you usually sleep.

Something's definitely wrong.

He doesn't overthink. He doesn't wait. He just shows up at your place, knocking hard enough to make his knuckles sting.

When you open the door, your face is tired. Sad. Too quiet.

"I knew it," he mutters.

"What happened?" he demands, stepping inside before you can stop him. "Did someone say something? Did someone hurt you?"

You hesitate, then mumble, "I just want to be alone."

That sentence hits him wrong.

Because it's the same sentence he used to say. Back when he was drowning and pretending isolation was strength.

His jaw tightens.

"That's stupid."

Your shoulders flinch.

"Being alone doesn't fix shit. It never does."

His voice rises because he's scared— scared you'll disappear into yourself the way he almost did.

"You think locking yourself away makes it easier?" He asks angrily. "It doesn't."

You look down, ashamed, guilt pooling in your chest.

"I didn't mean to make you mad..."

That's when he realizes he messed up.

But instead of fixing it properly— because Sakura is terrible at that— he turns and leaves.

And the moment the door shuts, you feel worse.

But fifteen minutes later, there's knocking again.

When you open the door, Sakura stands there, breath uneven, arms full of snacks. Your favorite ones.

He avoids your eyes while stepping inside and sets the snacks down.

He glances at the TV. "Put a movie on. I don't care what kind."

"Even a romance?"

His ears turn red. "I said I don't care."

He sits beside you, stiff at first, then closer. Your shoulders touch.

"We'll just... sit," he says quietly. "Until your head shuts up."

That's how Sakura loves— rough, messy but sincere.

Hayato Suo

Hayato Suo notices everything.

He notices how your smile comes a second too late.How your eyes don't fully focus on him.

How your laugh sounds forced.

But Suo is gentle by nature. He understands that pushing someone who's hurting only makes them retreat further.

So he doesn't ask what's wrong.

He sits beside you instead, shoulder brushing yours softly.

"You don't have to perform today."

His voice is warm, calm— not accusing.

You swallow. "I'm fine."

Suo chuckles gently.

"I know."

If you tell him to leave, he will— because he respects your boundaries more than his worry for you.

But he won't disappear. He'll definitely text you later.

Did you eat something?

Another one.

I'm nearby if you need me.

When you'll finally break and speak, words falling apart mid-sentence, he'll listen. No interruptions. No judgment.

If it's something he can solve, he'll do it quietly, behind the scenes.

If it's not he'll just softly say—

"Then I'll stay with you while it hurts."

That's Suo's love— patient, respectful and safe.

Kaji Ren

Kaji Ren doesn't understand depression.

Not in the way people who live with it do. But he understands hurting. He understands that heavy, uncomfortable feeling in the chest that makes you want to disappear for a while.

So when when your smile looks wrong, something twists uncomfortably inside him.

"You're not okay."

What am I supposed to do?

It's not a question. It's an observation.

You shrug it off and that's when panic quietly settles in.

Kaji is blunt, honest, terrible at emotional conversations. He doesn't know how to ask the right questions or give pretty reassurance.

So he just sits there, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes flicking away.

"I'm... not good at this."

Silence stretches.

Then, awkwardly, he pulls off his headphone and holds it out to you.

"These help me when my head's loud." he says while he places the headphone on you.

Soft music immediately fills your ears— steady, grounding.

Then he digs into his pocket and pulls out a lollipop, unwrapping it and handing it to you.

"It's my favorite flavor." he says. "If it helps you even a little… that's enough."

He doesn't try to fix you.

He just stays— because for Kaji Ren, love means sharing what keeps him afloat and hoping it helps you too.

Choji Tomiyama

Choji Tomiyama is loud, chaotic, and emotionally smarter than he lets on.

He notices your sadness immediately— the way your shoulders slump, the way your laughter fades too quickly. But instead of confronting you, he chooses a different approach.

He pretends not to notice.

"HEY! Let's go!"

Before you can protest, he's dragging you along, laughing, talking nonstop.

He treats the day like an adventure— buys you your favorite food, take you to your favorite shops, uses random detours just because.

And that's how you forget to hurt for a while.

That's exactly what he wants.

He never asks what's wrong. Never pushes. He respects your silence by filling it with warmth instead.

Later, while walking you home, he slows down.

His voice softens.

"Do you feel a bit better now?"

That's when you realize.

He knew all along.

Your eyes fill with tears as you nod.

He stops immediately, pulls you into a tight hug.

"Hey! You said, you're feeling better!" he'll say softly as he'll wipe your tears, "So, don't cry."

Then, without warning, he lifts you up and spins you around.

You laugh through your tears.

And he smiles— wide and genuine— because making you smile is his victory.

Jo Togame

Jo Togame carries guilt like it's part of his bones.

If someone he loves is hurting, his first thought is that it's his fault or at least his responsibility to fix.

So when he notices your depression, he doesn't sit you down to talk.

He investigates.

He listens. Watches. Finds the source.

And once he knows, he takes care of it.

Quietly.

When he finally sits beside you again, his knuckles are bruised, his just calmly says—

"It won't bother you anymore."

He doesn't explain further.

Togame isn't good with words. He doesn't know how to comfort you verbally, doesn't know how to reassure gently

.So he proves it with action.

He stays close, silent, protective. Carries the weight so you don't have to.

That's how Jo Togame loves— by taking pain into himself so you can breathe easier.

Hajime Umemiya

Hajime Umemiya is incapable of ignoring sadness.

Not because he doesn't understand it— but because he understands it too well.

So the moment he notices your replies getting shorter, your laugh sounding hollow, he's already on his way.

You hear a knock. Then another.

When you open the door, he's standing there with a bright smile, arms full— a basket of food, a blanket slung over his shoulder.

He gives you a big smile.

"You're coming with me."

You blink. "I don't feel like going out."

He tilts his head, still smiling but his eyes are serious.

"That's exactly why you are."

You try to push him away gently. Tell him you're tired. That you just want to stay home.

He doesn't budge.

Instead he steps inside without asking.

"I'm not letting you rotting alone in here."

Before you know it, you're sitting outside with him in a quiet place. He spreads the blanket, hands you food Kotoha made.

"Eat. She'll yell at me if you don't."

You huff weakly.

He starts talking— about nothing. About everything. Dumb stories, half-finished thoughts. He dances awkwardly, sings badly, until you laugh despite yourself.

Umemiya smiles immediately. "There. That laugh? Proof you're still here."

When you finally go quiet again, he sits closer, shoulder pressed to yours.

"You don't have to pretend to be strong with me."

And when you lean into him, he doesn't say anything else.

He just stays.

Because for Hajime Umemiya, love means not letting go— especially when someone tries to push him away.

Yamato Endo

Yamato Endo notices patterns.

He notices when your silence feels sharper than usual, when your eyes look distant in a way that doesn't belong to exhaustion— but to something darker.

He doesn't panic.

He moves closer.

"Your mind's getting loud again."

You don't deny it.

He leans in, voice low, steady.

"If your thoughts are turning on you... borrow mine for a bit."

Minutes later, you're on his bike, arms wrapped around him as the world blurs past. The wind roars in your ears, drowning out the noise in your head.

"Focus on this," he says. "Not the shit trying to drag you under."

At night, when the darkness feels heavier— when the bad thoughts crawl back— there's a tap at your window.

You open it.

He's there.

"I figured you shouldn't be alone tonight."

Endo doesn't fight your thoughts directly.

He outpaces them.

Because he knows— sometimes survival is just not being alone long enough for the worst ideas to win.

Kyotaro Sugishita

Kyotaro Sugishita is terrible with emotions.

He doesn't understand sadness unless it has a source he can confront by beating up or punching someone.

So when you're quiet, withdrawn, he's immediately tense.

"Who hurt you?"

When you tell him it's not about anyone— that it's just your own head— he freezes.

He doesn't know how to fight that.

He spends the rest of the day restless, stalking you, just to make sure no one is bothering you.

Later, fruits appear on your desk. Fresh. Carefully arranged.

You don't see him leave them.

Another day, your favorite snack is by your window, with a note. The window slightly open.

In the note, he wrote messily—

Text me when you're better.

And when he sees you finally smiling, reading his note, he relaxes and only then he stops stalking.

That's Sugishita.

Awkward. Protective. Silent. Loving in a language only he understands.

Akihito Nirei

Akihito Nirei prepares himself.

When he realizes you're depressed, he researches everything— symptoms, coping mechanisms, comfort foods. He wants to do everything right.

But the moment he sits beside you, all of that disappears.

He fidgets, fingers twisting together.

"Um... if it's okay... can I just stay?"

You nod.

His face lights up like you handed him something precious.

He stays close but not suffocating. Brings you water. Food. Gives you gentle reminders.

"You don't have to eat everything... just a little is fine."

When you apologize — for being quiet, for being difficult— he shakes his head immediately.

"No. You're not a burden." His voice trembles slightly."You're just hurting."

Then he sits with you through the silence, because for Nirei, caring means being there without asking for anything in return.

Mitsuki Kiryu

Mitsuki Kiryu understands comfort.

He doesn't treat you like someone broken— he treats you like someone who needs softness.

During your depressive days, he stops being just your boyfriend and becomes your safest place.

He brushes your hair slowly while you rant. Listens without interrupting. He also paints your nails, watches trashy shows with you, drags you to shopping just to see you try things on.

"If it makes you feel even a little better, it's worth it."

With him, you don't feel judged. You don't feel pressured.

You feel normal again.

And when you finally curl into his side, tired but calmer, he presses a kiss to your temple.

"You don't have to be okay all the time."

That's Mitsuki Kiryu.

A gentleman. A best friend. A lover.

Someone who makes the world softer just by being there.

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

and that’s how it works; that’s how you get the girl

ft; haruka sakura, hayate suo, umemiya hajime

synopsis ; how did they get the girl?

cw ; violence (idek if this is needed since it's wbk but ykw screw it), fem!reader, swearing, use of (y/n), first time writing for wbk so tell me if this is shit

now playing ; how you get the girl - taylor swift

haruka sakura

haruka sakura got the girl by standing outside of your apartment in the rain for an entire hour because you got mad at him.

actually, he had gotten mad at you first. you doted on him and took care of him excessively while he was injured after a fight, and you refused to go home despite the fact that it was getting late and dark out. sakura knew that your apartment was only a few hours away, but he didn't see why you would be wasting your time on taking care of him when he could do it perfectly fine himself.

“you're pissing me off. i already said, i can just sleep this thing off. you're bothering me right now; go away. you're being annoying.” sakura cringed as the words replayed over and over again in his mind. when he first said it, he didn't think too much of it. but now? geez, if you had said those same things back to him, he would probably be having a way worse reaction than you.

you’ve been giving him the silent treatment for thirty-seven hours, twenty-six minutes, and thirteen seconds. not that he was counting. nope, he definitely wasn't counting. definitely not. he's probably checked his phone a thousand times today already, just waiting for a single text message from you; but none was found.

maybe he thought that this was a genuinely bright idea, because suo and nirei certainly didn't. maybe he really was just that desperate to see you again and for you to forgive him. maybe he's just plain stupid. yeah, probably the last one, but right after school ended, he stormed to your apartment complex as quickly as he could, ringing the doorbell and knocking on the door a multitude of times.

no response.

he knew you were in there; you always went straight back to your apartment right after school. “hey, i know you're in there. let me in.” he barely managed a slightly convincing calm voice, but he was panicking inside. he really didn't want you to ignore him forever. he really didn't want you to leave him. not when you meant so much to him.

it began to rain rather quickly. first, it was just a few droplets landing on his hair and gliding down his nose. but soon enough, his entire body was drenched in rain. he sneezed a few times, but his feet never once left it's location of standing in front of your apartment.

this was unlike him. he shouldn't be doing this. he would never do this for anyone else, so why you? his fists clenched as he heard the first clap of thunder; he should go back. but his legs refused to move, his heart refused to leave you. he glared down at his feet as if they were the reason for your anger at him.

“sakura?”

his eyes darted up, golden and gray-blue eyes meeting yours. “oh, hey,” he said dumbly, hands brushing the imaginary crumbs on his wet shirt. you both stood there awkwardly for a few moments, only the sound of rain hitting the concrete breaking the silence.

“how long have you been standing there?” you asked, a crease forming between your brows. sakura shrugged, as if he didn't spend the last hour contemplating his life and relationship with you.

“an hour.” i would've been willing to wait longer though, he thought. your eyes widened, mouth agape. you took his arm, attempting to take him inside, but sakura refused to budge.

“sorry, i was taking a nap! jeez, just come in already!” you exclaimed, trying to pull him inside with all of your body strength.

but sakura couldn't just come in. he knew himself well enough to he wouldn't feel the weight on his shoulders lift until he truly said what he needed to.

“i--i'm sorry.” his voice was slightly shaky. he probably didn't know how to properly apologize. “i didn't mean to make you upset or anything. i was just not used to it.” there. he should feel better now, right? but for some reason, the tension only weight down on him even harder. what more was there to say? he already apologized, he didn't need to--

“i love you.”

his tongue slipped before he could even control himself, and his entire face burned beet red as he practically jumped up. he didn't intend to say that, so why did his mind react faster than his body did? but you only laughed, hugging his rain-soaked torso with a blush yourself.

“i love you too.”

suo hayato

suo hayato got the girl by never judging you or being mean to you whenever you were being a clumsy idiot.

you were never particularly gifted when it came to reflexes; your hip always bumped into desk corners which left bruises, you almost stubbed your toes which had you crying out in pain, and you almost always trip or have some pretty damn close calls to tripping whenever there was some sort of object in front of you.

because of this, ever since childhood, your classmates quickly learned to avoid you. who knew if you would trip over them and break a bone and then claim that it was their fault? they didn't want to risk it.

and you did everything just to get better. you took classes, you learned online. you really were willing to do anything and everything just to stop being so damn clumsy. but it would never help; you continued to fall flat on your face multiple times.

people made fun of you. they mocked you. they made rumors about you. all because you were uncoordinated.

you've admired suo for a while. when he first came to furin and was out on patrol, you noticed how calm he was. how graceful he was even when it came to something as trivial as walking or talking. he never seemed to get too emotional, he never even got mad. not even when you slipped and fell on him.

he didn't fall down with you, but you practically slammed head first into his chest. you didn't think you could be any more embarrassed in your entire life; your face was on fire and crimson red. suo managed to grasp both of your shoulders so he wouldn't collapse with you, but you face was still in his chest. god, this was so fucking embarrassing.

“i'msosorryididn'tmeantoi'msososososososososorry--”

“it's fine. are you okay?”

did time just stop turning?

wait. he wasn't judging you, he wasn't brushing off his clothes in disgust, he wasn't looking at you with an awkward and embarrassed smile, he wasn't shoving you off, he wasn't doing anything nasty at all.

with two small sentences and one small action, your simple admiration of suo turned began to fall. you both literally and metaphorically fell for him; for this guy who you knew next to nothing about other than his personality, name, and age.

even after the incident, whenever he was out on patrol, suo always greeted you with a smile and wave. sometimes, he would even come over and talk to you for a bit. god, he was literally perfect. he moved on from the incident this quickly?

one day, one fateful day, one beautiful day, you asked suo for his number, and the best part? he gave it to you. he doesn't use his phone in front of other people, so he typed his number and name into your phone, and even gave himself a cute and funny contact photo.

he. touched. your. phone. what did you ever do to get so lucky? you must've been a saint in your past life to have so much happiness in your life.

“i literally love you,” you blabbered the moment he handed your phone back. you clasped a hand over your mouth right after, shocked at what you just say. “uh, platonically! platonically!” you exclaimed, waving your hand back and forth and front and back like a mantra.

but suo only laughed. “it's okay. the feeling's mutual. just not platonically.”

you were falling for him all over again.

hajime umemiya

hajime umemiya got the girl by being an absolute, yearning, pining, whipped, down bad, stupidly in love simp.

the funniest part to everyone was the fact that he didn't even try to hide it. everyone could tell that he was absolutely in love with you. you were an employee at cafe pothos with kotoha, and you were always helping kotoha out, especially when she was new there a few years ago.

teaching her all of the recipes--including your secret ones--, cleaning up messes that she was supposed to clean, cleaning her up and helping her with injuries whenever she got hurt…umemiya saw it all. he saw it so much that he didn't even have to interact with you or talk to you a single time to fall in love with you before even officially meeting you.

when he did officially meet you for the first time, he was so starry eyed and smiley that it seemed to the bypassers that umemiya was about to propose to you or ask you out on a date or something.

“hi! i'm umemiya, furin first year and kotoha's older brother!” he exclaimed, taking your hand and shaking it feverishly, grinning like a child on his first day of school. “it's so great to finally meet you!”

“yeah, you too.” you replied, smiling at him. “i've heard a lot about you from kotoha, umemiya. it's nice to meet you.”

it really spiraled from there. your apartment always had some sort of snack on your doorstep, along with a handwritten note to you from umemiya. whenever his vegetables bloomed, you were always the first person to receive them.

carrying things for you, calling you all night, talking to you whenever he sees you--no matter how inconvenient the time--, carrying you bridal style all the time; everyone was convinced that you were both secretly dating but were just refusing to tell them.

of course, you were aware of umemiya's feelings for you, and you returned his feelings. you really did adore him. you just didn't want to start dating in high school, so you held your feelings back and relished in his affection while trying to drop hints that you liked him back.

if you could make this last forever, you would. just you and him. no one else. no one asking when you were going to get married or how many kids you were going to have or what your plan for the future was going to be. you couldn't stop time or slow it down, of course. you would if you could though.

“umemiya! guess what, guess what?!” you exclaimed, practically bouncing to the rooftop of furin. you didn't even go to school there, but it was practically your second home because of how often you came here. your phone held high in your hand, you sat down in front of umemiya, who was planting tomatoes.

“what happened? is it good? are you happy?” umemiya asked, his gleaming like a puppy's. you held your phone in front of him, a beam paving into your face.

“i got into the university of tokyo! can you belive it? it's the most prestigious university in japan! i studied for so long for this, oh my gosh, i can't believe it, i really got in!” you were practically glowing with happiness, and your energy radiated to umemiya, who seemed just as elated as you were.

“i'm so proud of you! all of those late night study sessions really paid off!” umemiya obviously didn't do much other than emotional support during the late night calls. he was in furin for more reasons other than the fact that he was a great fighter and charismatic leader.

he suddenly froze, coming to a quick realization. “so then…you'll be leaving makochi then? you're going to go to tokyo soon, right?” he still smiled, although the glimmer in his eye was a bit dimmer now. umemiya wasn't going to college, but you were. so he won't see you for four years?

“yeah. but i'll always visit for holidays and breaks and all! and i'll make sure to text you and call you as much as i can.” you remarked, quickly sensing the slight change in atmosphere. “and i'll leave a bunch of my stuff here for you and kotoha to keep. plus, i'm leaving in a few months, so we still have time.”

umemiya nodded, though you could still sense his drop in mood. sighing and shaking your head with a smile, you cupped his face. “here,” you leaned in, and umemiya's eyes widened as his entire face flushed bright tomato red.

you just kissed him.

you pulled away just as quickly though, grinning. “that should be enough for you to hold onto, right?”

that was enough for umemiya to cling onto for an entire lifetime.

[kajibunny]

✶⋆.˚꩜ it's not what it looks like, i swear!˙⋆✶ w/ the wind breaker boys

✿ featuring: haruka sakura, ren kaji, hajime umemiya, hayato suo, jo togame, toma hiragi (first time writing for hiragi! yipeee) ✿ contains: suggestive dialogues, crack, mutual pining, some established relationship, a lil bit of fluff ✿ a/n: heads up, please do not read this while drinking coffee because you’ll probably end up like sakura in the banner ( ≧ᗜ≦)  ✿ wc: 2.4k

— what happens when perfectly innocent scenarios with them turn suggestive once they are taken out of context? well, you're about to find out one way or another. 

ʚɞ kaji -

how did you two end up in this position?

kaji was sprawled on top of you, his hands braced on either side of your head with his knees straddling your legs. his face was so close that you could feel his breath against your skin, your cheeks burning pink as his eyes locked with yours.

"kaji, you were supposed to be chasing the cat, not me!" you exclaimed, feeling the heat rise up your cheeks. 

"you were in the way." kaji responded, with a frustrated sigh.

"you were the one who knocked me over!" you shot back at him.

he tried to move aside, but the way your breath hitched, your lips parted and your cute face so flushed left him momentarily frozen.

when you offered to help kaji find risa-chan, you had no idea how things would spiral. chasing the cat with the pink ribbon felt like trying to catch a bolt of lightning. 

as you both darted around in pursuit, kaji eventually found her on a bush and made a desperate lunge to grab the elusive feline. instead, he ended up accidentally colliding into you, sending you both tumbling into an unexpectedly intimate position.

"kaji! that’s not the cat you’rrre supposed to be chasing! arrre you two fooling arrround with each otherrr now?" enomoto’s voice rang out, breaking the spell. beside him was kusumi who covered his eyes with his hands—though the gap between his fingers betrayed his curiosity.

"we weren't—"

"this isn't—"

neither you nor kaji could find the words to explain how you two ended up like this, tangled up and breathless, both of you too flustered to speak. 

finally, kaji regained composure and got up, dusting off his clothes before offering you a hand, still refusing to meet your gaze as you took his outstretched hand to pull yourself up. you two continued your search without uttering a word to one another. 

although, the way kaji fiddled with his lollipop and hurriedly put on his headphones while turning his blushing face away everytime he saw you spoke volumes. why did you have to look so adorable in that vulnerable position? 

kaji did end up catching something else that day, and it was feelings of undeniable romantic attraction for you.

ʚɞ umemiya -

"there, there, let me put it in, i'll a be a bit more gentle this time, okay?" umemiya said, his voice calm and reassuring. "oh no, it won't go in." you exhaled in frustration. 

"ah, it's because your hole is too tight." he said with a slight grin. "what? i-i thought maybe it was just too big to fit in my hole." you replied, a hint of embarrassment in your voice. 

"don't worry, i've got you. i'll help you ease it in - there we go, nice and deep, just like that." umemiya groaned softly as he helped you lift and position the pots in their rightful place. 

"you're so good at this, ume!" you praised him, giving umemiya a pat on the back, your eyes lighting up in admiration as he gave you a wide, proud smile.

gardening together with umemiya was definitely hot. literally. the sun beaming down on you both, with little shade to protect your skin from the heat. 

as you wiped the sweat from your forehead, you wondered how he managed to convince you to be his gardening assistant for the day. maybe it was his irresistable charm, or that infectious smile. 

either way, you were here now, knee-deep in dirt, struggling to transport seedlings - a task that was proving to be far more challenging than you anticipated.

meanwhile, the tamon squad had gathered outside the rooftop garden, their faces flustered as they listened in on your conversation.

"are they-?" nirei whispered, his voice filled with disbelief. 

"but...on the rooftop of all places?" kiryu added, equally shocked. 

"what are they doing, it sounds so-" sakura began, but hiragi cut him off. "okay, that's enough. everybody back to patrol-" hiragi declared, but then the weight of everyone leaning on the rooftop door caused it to whip open.

they all accidentally burst into the garden, only to be met by the sight of you and umemiya...calmly arranging pots. nothing more, nothing less. 

oh, so that's what it's about. the tightness, and the holes, and the depth. it all made sense now.

suo bent forward and whispered to both of you: "sorry, we kind of misunderstood and thought you two were doing something else up here." 

you and umemiya exchanged confused glances with flushed faces, completely oblivious to what they were insinuating. 

upon looking back and gaining realization of what you and umemiya might have sounded like to them, your only wish was to be a transported seedling buried beneath the soil of umemiya's garden.

ʚɞ sakura -

you pressed the back of your hand against sakura’s forehead, feeling the unmistakable heat radiating from his skin. "you’re burning up, sakura." you murmured, in a concerned tone.

he tried to brush it off, his cheeks faintly flushed. "what are you talking about!? i’m fine...!" he protested, but his hoarse voice betrayed him.

you shook your head, a determined look in your eyes. "take off your top."

sakura’s eyes shot wide open. "w-what? no! why are you trying to undress me?!"

you stifled a laugh, and tried to ease him. "to give you a sponge bath, silly. don't worry, i'm used to taking care of sick people. it'll help lower your temperature."

despite his protests, he eventually allowed you to help, his face burning brighter as you carefully sponged his fevered skin, your touch both soothing and embarrassing him.

when dinner time rolled around, you placed a bowl of steaming soup in front of him. "here, umemiya gave me the recipe. it's his special soup!"

sakura, still flustered from earlier, reached for the bowl with shaky hands, but you gently stopped him.

"say ah." you instructed, holding a spoonful of soup close to his lips.

his eyes widened again, his voice shaky. "w-what are you trying to do this time?"

you tilted your head. "you’re too weak to hold the spoon, sakura. let me take care of you." you smiled gently at him.

"i’m...i’m fine!" he insisted, his face a mix of embarrassment and defiance.

you leaned in closer. "sakura, let me do this for you. i’m not taking no for an answer." 

he eventually reluctantly opened his mouth, allowing you to feed him. this feeling was all so foreign to him, as no one ever tried to care of him like this. 

however, the real challenge came when it was time for him to take his medicine. sakura outright refused, turning his head away with a stubborn glare.

"be a good boy and take it." you insisted, holding the medicine out to him.

"no way." he muttered, crossing his arms defiantly.

a sigh escaped your lips. "sakura, don’t make me give it to you by force."

his eyes widened for a moment at your insinuation, but he still refused to budge. so, with a determined look, you gently pushed him back onto the bed, pinning him down.

"open your mouth." you commanded, in a firm voice.

sakura’s blush deepened as he squirmed beneath you. he hesitantly opened his mouth, allowing you to administer the medicine, his cheeks burning with both the fever and the flurry of emotions he couldn’t quite name along with the intrusive thoughts running in his mind.

as he finally swallowed, you wiped a stray drop from his lips and smiled softly. "see? that wasn’t so bad."

but instead of cooling down, you noticed sakura’s face was only getting redder, his body temperature seemingly rising even higher. you frowned, pressing your hand against his forehead again.

"hm, strange. this medicine is supposed to lower your temperature...why are you heating up even more?" you murmured.

sakura turned his head away, hiding his flushed face in the pillow, his voice barely above a whisper. "i-i don’t know either..."

you couldn’t help but wonder what was really causing his temperature to spike. maybe the medicine just needed more time...or maybe it had nothing to do with the fever at all.

ʚɞ togame -

you had asked togame to teach you self-defense, and who better to learn from than togame himself, shishitoren's second-in-command, whose fighting style was totally unpredictable, and could knock a dozen opponents to the ground.

it took a lot of convincing, but eventually, he agreed once you promised him you'll buy him a whole crate of ramune. it also didn't help that you threw him puppy eyes and a pleading face that even the togame jo himself is not immune to.

during your sparring sessions, togame tried his best to go easy on you, since he didn't want to hurt you, but you told him you wanted him to go full-force. 

"is that all you’ve got?" you teased, dodging another swipe from togame.

"nah, i’m just getting started." he shot back, as he lunged at you. you barely had time to react before togame grabbed your wrist, pulling you down onto the floor. you twisted away, but togame was quicker, pinning you beneath him.

"got you now." togame says, his voice low, leaning in close as you struggled under him, his weight pressing down just enough to keep you in place, the warmth of his body making your breath hitch.

"not yet, you don’t." you countered, managing to free one of your arms. with a swift motion, you flipped togame onto his back, your faces being inches apart, as you could see the evident blush on his face from being too close to you. 

his hands found your waist, holding you in place as you both caught your breath.

anyone who caught you two in that position would have thought you were fighting for dominance in a different sense.  

"okay, you win." he chuckled, togame's eyes looking directly into yours. "but only because i let you."

"oh, really?" you replied, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. "i think you just like being in this position."

he blinked, the room and your faces suddenly feeling warmer as your words sunk in. before he could respond, you leaned in slightly, bringing his face even closer to yours, the air between you thick with tension. he was close enough to kiss, and it certainly didn't help that he wasn't trying to make any attempt to stop you.

togame told you he wanted a round two with you, saying he wasn't going to let you off easy this time. 

ʚɞ suo -

you had agreed to help suo and sakura bake a cake for nirei's birthday, as you three were nirei's closest friends, and you wanted to make it a special celebration for him.

suo, who was quite skilled in baking, took charge and offered to teach you, while sakura assisted from the sidelines, helping the both of you in preparing the ingredients. 

it was going well at first, the kitchen filled with the sweet aroma of vanilla and chocolate, but as you and suo began working closely together on the cake, things turned into a bit of a spiced up situation.

first, you and suo mixed the batter.

"oh, you’ve really got a knack for handling the sticky stuff, huh?" suo watched you pour in the ingredients, with a playful smile on his face.

"do i? maybe it's because you help me out all the time." you say to him.

"i'm glad. here let's help you out with this, too." suo approaches you and helps you steady the mixer from behind. "thank you, suo. it's quite big so i might have a hard time doing it alone."

when sakura glanced over, from his angle it looked like suo was pressing you up against the counter, and a furious blush crept up on his cheeks as he swatted away his unwanted thoughts.

"oh, dear. it might be too wet." you turned to suo to ask for his advice.

"it looks good to me, but here, stick this in." suo says, handing you a stick of butter, which sakura had to do a double take on to make sure it was just butter and not some other kind of stick.

then you helped prepare the frosting. 

"it tastes amazing, suo!" you exclaimed, sampling the frosting.

"mind if i have a taste too?" suo said, leaning in closer. "of course, here, try it." you smiled and offered up the spoon to him. 

"ah, you have some on you, here." he pointed at your hand, which had splashes of frosting on it which escaped the piping bag. "oh no, it squirted out. i'll just lick it off, then." you replied, smiling and darting out your tongue to taste the sweet frosting.

sakura was close to absolutely losing it because of you and suo's interactions.

lastly was assembling the cake. 

"are you ready for this? it might get a bit messy." he asked you, as he brought the baking pan closer. 

"it's alright. i know you will help me clean up the mess after!"   

sakura's face turned as hot as the pre-heated oven as he listened in from the sidelines, feeling his face flush as he heard what sounded like a heated flirtatious exchange between you and suo. 

sakura silently vowed never to help you two bake a cake ever again.

ʚɞ hiragi -

hiragi was always juggling so many responsibilities as one of the four kings of bofurin, that stress had become a constant companion, often forcing him to rely on his stomach medications just to get through the day. 

so when you offered to give him a quick massage to ease his aching joints, he couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief.

you were very skilled with your fingers, expertly working out the tension in his shoulders, digging into every tight spot with just the right amount of pressure.

"ah, that feels so good." hiragi murmured, his voice heavy with relaxation.

"yeah? you like it there, 'ragi?" you teased, your fingers finding a particularly tight knot.

"mhm. that’s the spot..." he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered to the pleasure. 

"you’re so stiff." you giggled, leaning in closer. "you really need to relax more often."

as the two of you were chilling in the cozy corner of pothos café, completely absorbed in the moment, across from you sat umemiya, who looked like he was about to choke on his food.

umemiya shot you both an incredulous look. "please, not in front of my salad!" he quipped, his tone half-joking, half-bewildered.

you glanced over at his plate, unable to suppress a laugh. "umemiya, your food isn’t even a salad!"

"yeah, well, it’s hard to focus on what i’m eating when you two are…whatever this is!" he shot back, rolling his eyes but unable to hide his amused smile.

hiragi opened one eye, as he shifted in his seat. "you seem tense. maybe you could use a massage too, umemiya."

umemiya quickly held up his hands in mock surrender. "nope, i’m good! you two just keep that over there, and leave my...omurice in peace! thank you!"

if only you could see what kind of face hiragi was making while you massaged him, his eyes fluttered closed while his brows knitted together in a moment of pure bliss, then maybe you would have choked on your omurice too. 

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[itoshiabi]

She's the sweetest girl I've ever met

Haruka Sakura

Sakura never understands what to do with you.

Fights? Arguments? Fine. People insulting him? Whatever.

But you?

You completely destroy every defense mechanism he has.

Like always, after a fight, he'll drag himself back to his room, bruised and irritated, only to freeze the moment he sees you already sitting there waiting for him with your arms crossed.

His entire body immediately stiffens.

"W-Why are you looking at me like that?!"

You raise an eyebrow.

"Sit."

"I don't need—"

"Haruka."

The moment you say his name in that calm voice, he's already defeated.

He grumbles under his breath and sits down.

Then comes the worst part.

Every time your fingers brush against his skin while cleaning a cut or wrapping a bandage, his entire face turns bright red.

You don't even realize what you're doing to him. You're just focused on helping him. Meanwhile Sakura is having the worst crisis of his life.

"Stop moving."

"I-I'm not moving!"

"Then why are you flinching?"

Because you're touching him, because you're too close, because he can smell your shampoo, because your nails lightly scrape against his scalp when you move his hair away from a cut and by the time you're done, he's basically overheating.

And then you tell him to lie down...

"What?!"

"Lie down."

"I'm fine!"

"You almost got thrown through a wall."

Five minutes later he's lying down anyway.

You sit beside him and start gently scratching his scalp. Long nails carefully gliding through his pink-and-black hair.

His entire body goes rigid, you can practically hear the steam escaping from his ears.

"Relax."

"I AM RELAXED!"

He's absolutely not relaxed.

But after a while, exhaustion begins catching up to him as your fingers continue moving through his hair.

Scratching, massaging, playing with the strands.

For probably the first time in a very long time, Sakura feels safe enough to stop being on guard.

His eyes slowly close and the next thing he knows, he's asleep, head tilted slightly toward you.

And when he wakes up later and realizes he fell asleep because of your head scratches?

He's not speaking to anyone for three business days.

Hayato Suo

Hayato Suo is the kind of person who always seems composed. Always smiling, always elegant, always saying exactly the right thing.

He's observant enough to read everyone around him, yet somehow manages to reveal almost nothing about himself.

Most people assume he's untouchable because of it.

But you've learned something important about Suo.

Being perfect is exhausting.

There are moments, rare moments where his smile becomes quieter, his eyes become distant. Moments where he forgets to perform.

One afternoon the two of you sit together in a secluded spot and Suo simply stares ahead silently.

Not sad or upset. Just... tired.

But you don't ask him what's wrong.

Because you know him and you know if he wanted to tell you, he would.

Instead, you quietly pull him down and make him lie on your lap.

And perhaps for the first time in weeks, Hayato Suo is genuinely speechless.

"That is a rather bold suggestion."

"You look tired."

"Do I?"

"Very."

A small laugh escapes him.

For several seconds he simply stares up at you, completely stunned.

But then your fingers slide through his hair as your nails lightly scratch against his scalp.

"My, my," he murmurs softly. "If someone were to see us now, they might misunderstand."

You laugh.

"There's no one here so stop talking and enjoy it."

For a moment his breathing slows. And for once Hayato Suo allows himself to simply exist.

No expectations, no performance, just your fingers moving through his hair and the sound of your voice nearby.

A rare luxury.

One he secretly starts looking forward to far more than he should.

Kaji Ren

Kaji Ren doesn't know what to do with softness.

Fights, training, music, lollipop— those things make sense.

You don't.

Or rather, the way you make him feel doesn't.

At first, he thinks you're just being nice.

Sometimes you'll sit together sharing one earphone while a playlist plays quietly in the background. You'll start singing along absentmindedly, smiling to yourself while looking out the window.

And every single time, Kaji forgets the lyrics.

Because he's staring at you.

Then he realizes something dangerous.

He has started to look forward to seeing you, which immediately makes him panic.

Because Kaji isn't good with feelings, especially romantic ones. To him, the idea of liking someone feels terrifying.

What if he hurts you? What if he disappoints you? What if he isn't good enough?

So naturally, he starts avoiding you.

And every single time he does it, he feels awful.

Then one evening he returns home after a long day.

He's exhausted. His shoulders hurt. His head hurts. Everything hurts.

When he opens his apartment door, he notices a package sitting outside, with his name written on it.Inside are bags of his favorite lollipops with a small note resting on top.

"You looked tired lately. Make sure you're taking care of yourself too."

No signature, none needed.

His heart starts pounding immediately so fast that he actually puts a hand over his chest.

"...What the hell..."

And suddenly Kaji realizes, avoiding you feels impossible.

The next time he sees you, he's awkward as hell.You greet him normally, like you aren't responsible for the crisis currently happening inside his chest.

"Did you get the package?"

His ears immediately turn red.

"...Yeah."

"Did you like it?"

"...Yeah."

"That's good."

Your smile almost kills him.

After that he stops avoiding you and the two of you go back to sharing songs, sharing headphones, sometimes even sharing lollipops.

He still gets embarrassed every time, especially when you praise him.

One afternoon after watching him help someone, you gently pat his head.

"Good job, Ren."

He freezes and his ears become bright crimson.

His face follows shortly after.

His brain has completely stopped functioning.

Because that tiny headpat somehow feels more dangerous than every fight he's ever been in.

And from that day onward, Kaji starts secretly living for those moments.

Even if he'll never admit it.

Choji Tomiyama

Choji Tomiyama is strong, ridiculously strong.

But emotionally?

He's basically a giant puppy that wants attention, affection, and praise but pretends he doesn't.

At least for the first five minutes.

The moment he realizes you're willing to provide all three?

It's over.

The first time it happens, he had spent the entire day helping people and in the evening, you find him sprawled dramatically across a bench.

"Wow." You laugh. "You look dead."

"I am dead."

Without thinking, you sit beside him and start running your fingers through his hair.

A simple gesture, one you'd do for anyone you care about.

Choji immediately goes quiet.

You look down.

His eyes are closed but a ridiculous smile sits on his face.

"Choji?"

"This is nice, don't stop."

From then on it becomes a problem.

Because Choji quickly learns he likes your affection, a lot. So after particularly exhausting days, he'll immediately seek you out.

One afternoon he finds you sitting under a tree and without saying a word, he walks over and drops directly into your lap.

You nearly choke.

"CHOJI!"

"What?"

"You can't just do that!"

"Why not?"

His answer is completely genuine. in his mind, this is the most natural thing in the world.

He's tired, you're comforting.

Problem solved.

A few moments later your fingers are already scratching his scalp.

His eyes close instantly as a content sigh escapes him.

He wraps an arm loosely around your waist, like someone settling into their favorite blanket.

"There." Choji smiles. "My reward."

"Reward for what?"

"I contributed to society."

You burst out laughing.

He grins proudly.

Then five minutes later he's asleep, head resting in your lap, arms around your waist while your fingers continue moving through his hair.

For Choji, it's probably the closest thing to heaven.

And unfortunately for him, every single moment only makes his crush worse.

Jo Togame

Jo Togame spends a long time convincing himself he doesn't have feelings for you.

You're too kind, too gentle, too good.

And him?

He's Jo Togame, a guy who spent years carrying violence on his shoulders. A guy who always thinks every problem is somehow his responsibility. A guy who sees himself far more harshly than anyone else ever could.

So naturally he keeps his distance, at least at first.

Unfortunately for him, you're impossible to ignore.

Whenever you visit Shishitoren headquarters, you're never there for any special reason.

You're helping someone clean, helping someone study, helping someone patch up a scrape, listening to problems nobody else notices.

And every single time while Togame watches from a distance, his heart softening despite himself.

Then you spot him, and smile.

That smile is his greatest weakness.

Every time, you wave enthusiastically and suddenly this strong, intimidating fighter completely forgets how to function.

The situation gets worse when other members start paying attention to you too.

Some try flirting, some try impressing you, some simply enjoy being around you.

And every single one of them annoys him.

One day he finally snaps.

"You shouldn't come here by yourself."

You blink.

"Why?"

He sighs.

"There's no telling what kind of trouble you'll get dragged into."

You stare at him for a moment.

Then smile, a real smile. The kind that always destroys him.

"I'm not worried."

"...Why not?"

"Because you're here."

He freezes.

Your answer is immediate.

"I know you'll protect me."

Togame genuinely feels his heart stop.

Because to you it isn't some grand statement, it's just trust, pure and uncomplicated, something you've given him so naturally.

"Tch." He looks away. "You shouldn't trust me that much."

"Why not?"

"I'm still a guy." His voice drops lower. "And not exactly a good one."

Before he can continue, your hand gently covers his mouth.

His eyes widen.

You smile.

"Togame, you're one of the kindest people I know."

His chest tightens.

"You carry everyone's problems, you blame yourself for everything, you help people before they even ask." Your voice grows softer. "And that's exactly why I trust you."

For once Jo Togame has absolutely no argument, because you've somehow seen through every wall he built around himself.

He closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh.

Then finally stops fighting his feelings.

Because against you?

He never really had a chance.

Hajime Umemiya

The thing about Hajime Umemiya is that he realizes he likes you much earlier than he intended.

At first, he tries to convince himself it's kind.

You happen to be good at treating injuries, you make good food, you're reliable. That's all.

Then one day Kotoha points out something very interesting.

"You know there are at least twenty people who would patch you up if you asked, right?"

Umemiya immediately goes silent.

Because she's right.

There are plenty of people. People who admire him, people who care about him, people who would happily help him.

And yet somehow, after every fight, his feet always carry him to the same place.

To you, every single time.

The moment he walks through the door, you'll immediately stand up.

"Sit."

"Hello to you too."

"Sit."

He laughs and obeys.

Not because he has to, but because he likes it.

He likes the way your brows furrow when you notice a cut. Likes the way your fingers carefully clean his injuries. Likes the way you scold him under your breath whenever he gets hurt.

"This one's deeper than last time."

"The other guy looked worse."

"Hajime."

"...Sorry."

You sigh.

He smiles.

Every time.

Because every time your fingers brush his skin while applying bandages, his chest gets a little warmer. Every time you hand him homemade food afterward, he finds himself smiling like an idiot.

"You made this?"

"Obviously."

"For me?"

"Who else?"

That answer destroys him every single time.

Then comes his favorite part, the quiet moments afterward.

The moments where he's finished eating and simply sits beside you. Listening to your voice, watching you talk, watching you smile, watching you exist.

And the worst part?

He knows exactly what he's doing.

He's absolutely using every excuse possible to spend more time with you.

A scrape that barely needs a bandage? He's showing up.

A bruise he'll normally ignore? He's showing up.

Anything that gives him an excuse to see you? He's showing up.

Because being around you feels peaceful, a rare kind of peace. The kind he doesn't get often.

And if he gets to spend a little extra time with his crush in the process?

Well, he's certainly not going to complain.

Yamato Endo

At first, Yamato Endo doesn't realize he's developing a habit.

He simply notices things, that's what he's always done.

People fascinate him, especially when they don't behave the way he expects.

And you?

You make absolutely no sense.

Everywhere he looks, you're helping someone. Helping a classmate carry books. Helping an old woman cross the street. Listening to someone's problems. Sharing your lunch. Offering encouragement. Always smiling, always gentle, always kind.

At first he observes because he's curious. Then he keeps observing because he enjoys it.

Then suddenly he realizes he's actively looking for you.

And that's where the problem starts.

Because Endo knows exactly what people think of him, of his group, of the people he surrounds himself with.

Thugs, troublemakers, delinquents.

People cross the street when they see them and get nervous.

It's normal.

So naturally he assumes you're no different.

Sure, you're kind but surely even you have limits. Surely you'd be nervous around him.

Then one afternoon he's sitting alone near your school. A fresh scrape sits along his jaw another on his hand. Nothing serious.

He's not even paying attention to them, until a shadow falls across him.He looks up and freezes.

You're standing there, smiling, holding out a small tube.

"Here."

Endo blinks.

"...What's this?"

"Ointment." You smile. "I've noticed you get cuts pretty often."

His mind immediately goes blank.

You've noticed?

"It helps them heal faster."

For the first time in a very long while, Yamato Endo is genuinely speechless. Not because of the ointment but because of the fact that you paid enough attention to notice. And cared enough to do something about it.

Then a familiar smirk slowly appears.

"That's sweet."

You smile. "Is that a yes?"

He holds up his hand.

"Since you're offering." His grin widens. "Put it on for me."

He expects hesitation, awkwardness, nervousness. Instead you simply sit down beside him.

"Okay."

And just like that, you're gently applying ointment to his cuts. Completely unbothered, completely comfortable, like you're not afraid of him at all.

The entire time Endo simply watches.

Your careful movements, your concentration, the concern in your eyes. And something in his chest finally snaps.

Because no, you're not treating him like a thug. You're not treating him like someone dangerous.

You're treating him like someone worth caring about.

And unfortunately for him?

That's exactly the moment he realizes he's completely finished. Absolutely, hopelessly done for.

Kyotaro Sugishita

Everything starts because of a stolen bag.

Someone tried to snatch your bag, he intervened, the idiot got scared and runs, end of story.

At least that's what he thought because apparently, you disagree.

And from that day onward, every time you see him, something happens.

The first time, you hand him a chocolate, the second time, it's chips, the third time, it's a drink. The fourth time, you're suddenly grabbing his wrist and dragging him toward a bench because he has a cut on his arm.

"Sit down."

"...Why?"

"Because you're bleeding."

"...It's fine."

"Sit."

And somehow he does.

At first Sugishita is completely confused because he doesn't understand why you are being so nice.

Why are you always smiling at him? Why do you keep approaching him?

Then he starts recognizing a pattern.

Every single time you see him, your entire face lights up, like seeing him makes you happy.

"Sugishita!"

He hears his name from across the street, looks up and immediately spots you running toward him waving enthusiastically.

The sight alone nearly kills him.

Because nobody has ever looked that happy to see him before. Not even Umemiya himself.

So since then, he starts waiting for it, without realizing. Looking around corners, checking crowds, wondering if you'll show up. And every single time you do, his day somehow gets better.

Then one afternoon you approach him holding a hair tie.His heart immediately starts panicking.

"Can I ask you something?"

"...Okay."

You smile.

"Can I tie your hair?"

Silence.

Sugishita genuinely thinks his soul leaves his body.

"...Why?"

"Because I think it'd look nice. You have a very handsome face and your hair always hides it."

How is he supposed to respond to that? How?Eventually he gives a stiff nod and you immediately brighten.

A few minutes later you're standing in front of him, carefully gathering his hair. Your fingers occasionally brushing against his neck.

His ears turning redder by the second.

And when you're finished, the effect is catastrophic.

You beam.

"See? You look handsome."

Sugishita nearly dies, so does the members of bofurin.

Because somehow Sugishita looks even more intimidating and significantly more attractive.

The compliments start immediately but Sugishita ignores all of them.

Because there's only one compliment replaying inside his head.

And unfortunately for him, he's already fallen far too hard to recover now.

Akihito Nirei

Nirei thinks you're amazing.

Honestly, everyone knows it, including him.

He just tries very hard not to say it every five minutes.

The problem is that you're always encouraging him.

Every time he successfully helps someone, every time he tries hard, every time he pushes himself forward...You're there.

Smiling, supporting him, believing in him.

And Nirei absolutely treasures it.

One afternoon after helping resolve a situation, he practically runs over to tell you about it.

He's excited, talking quickly, hands moving everywhere.

You listen patiently to every word.

Then when he's finished, you smile. A proud smile, the kind that instantly makes him feel ten feet taller.

"You did really well today."

Nirei immediately lights up.

Then your hand reaches up and gently pats his head.

Everything stops.

His thoughts, his breathing, his ability to form words.... Gone.

"...Eh?"

You laugh."What's wrong?"

What's wrong? You just rewarded him like he accomplished something incredible.

And somehow that feels more meaningful than any praise he's ever received.

Because it came from you.

After that, it becomes a recurring thing.

Whenever he's nervous, whenever he's overwhelmed, whenever he's doubting himself, you somehow always know.

A hand on his shoulder, a gentle smile, your fingers brushing through his hair... And every single time, Nirei feels his heart melt.

Because when you look at him, you never see his weaknesses. You only see someone worth encouraging.

And that's something he'll always cherish.

Mitsuki Kiryu

Mitsuki Kiryu figures out he's in trouble very quickly.

Because unlike some of the others, he's actually self-aware enough to recognize a crush when it happens.

The problem?

Knowing doesn't help, not when you're involved.

You have this habit of taking care of people so naturally that half the time you don't even realize you're doing it.

One moment you're listening to someone talk, the next you're fixing their collar, straightening their hair, brushing lint off their sleeve. It's second nature to you.

And unfortunately for Kiryu, he's one of your favorite victims because apparently you consider him as your "guy best friend".

One afternoon the two of you are sitting together while he scrolls through his phone, you suddenly lean closer.

"Hold still."

"Hm?"

Your fingers immediately start fixing his hair. A few strands had fallen out of place, nothing serious.

At least to you.

To Kiryu?

It's a disaster.

Because you're concentrating so hard. So close, so gentle and completely unaware of what you're doing to him.

"There." You smile proudly. "Much better."

Kiryu stares.

Then laughs softly.

Not because anything is funny, because he's trying very hard not to completely melt.

As time passes, he grows shameless.

Whenever you're together, he finds himself leaning closer using he excuse of being your friend. Resting beside you, letting you play with his hair... Not because he needs it, but because he likes how caring you become.

The truth is, Mitsuki Kiryu has always been good at making people comfortable. Yet somehow, around you, the roles reverse.

You make him feel cared for.

And every time your fingers slide through his hair while you're listening to him talk, he finds himself thinking the same thing.

Yeah. I'm definitely in love with her...

And honestly? At this point, there's nothing he can do about it.

[renskaji]

baby fever!

multi-char. x implied fem!reader, wc: 4.3k (total), req? no.

starring! sakura, kaji, umemiya, togame, hiragi, suo

mentions of pregnancy/being pregnant

h. sakura

You can see it in his face, how he's freaking out without trying to move a single muscle. You've known your husband for far too long to miss the panic shining in his eyes, the panic you've been watching steadily grow over the past nine months of your pregnancy.

But now he's holding your son, and it's so very clear that he's totally overwhelmed.

You had naively thought, while distracted by the difficulty of pregnancy and labor, that Haruka had come to terms with the fact that he was going to be—and now was—a father.

Your baby is here, a healthy boy with two beautifully different colored eyes, and you've only been home from the hospital for a few short hours. You had meant to sneak off and take a bath, but then you saw the nervousness lace your husband's lean frame and knew you needed to settle your big baby, first.

"Haru," You coo, kneeling on the couch cushion beside your husband. Your son is sleeping on his chest, Haruka's large hands holding him in the exact perfect way you were taught in those parenting classes Nirei had suggested you take together. "How's it going?"

"Dunno," He answers quickly, but you hear the breathlessness in his quiet voice, desperate not to wake your perfect son. He doesn't even bother looking at you, amber and coal eyes trained on the crown of your newborn's head. "He fell asleep."

"He's a baby. He'll do that." You tease, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your husband's head while the other brushes gently over your son's back. You see Haruka's ears burn red, still not used to your affection, even after so long married, but for once, you bite your tongue.

"I don't..." Your husband starts then pauses, jaw clenching tight in the way he always does while struggling to piece together what he wants to say. He's gotten better at talking through his feelings over the years, but big milestones always make him revert back to the way he was in high school. You know to wait for him, your fingers brushing mindlessly through his two-toned hair while admiring your son. "I don't know what I'm doing."

His words make you snort a laugh, and he looks away from his son just long enough to glare at you.

"Sorry, honey," You mumble, proving you're truly sorry by placating him with a sickeningly sweet kiss to his lips. "But you think I know what I'm doing?"

"That's not what I meant," He huffs. His usual dramatics are toned down, and you credit it to his awareness of his sleeping son on his chest. Your baby has been an easy sleeper so far, but you know it's subject to change.

"I know," You confess, leaning closer into your husband's side, cheek pressed against his shoulder so you can swoon over your son. He really is a perfect mix of your husband and yourself. It makes your lips twitch with a smile unknowingly.

"How am I supposed to be a good dad, when I had such an awful role model for mine?" He's asked this question before, shortly after you announced your pregnancy to him. He had been wracked with panic, then, but you had spent hours chasing those thoughts away. The arrival of your son must have stirred up old feelings.

"I think that the fact that you're even worried about that proves that you're already better than your father." You hum, letting your words sink in. You mean them, too. "Plus, I wouldn't have married you if I thought you were anything less than absolutely perfect for me."

“Shaddup,” He huffs, but his blush has spread to his cheeks. From your spot against his shoulder, you lean up and forward to press another kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“Mmm.” You settle against his shoulder once more, your adoring gaze settled on your sweetest baby. You’re certain that you could spend the rest of your life exactly where you’re sitting—on your couch, against your husband’s side, your son asleep on Haruka’s chest.

You reach out a hand and brush your son’s tiny closed fist, resting against the soft fabric of your husband’s shirt. He’s so tiny, and so, so loved. And you know he’ll grow up knowing it, if Haruka always holds him as tenderly as was at that moment.

“Just give him everything you wished your father had given you,” You murmur, feeling your eyelids start to droop. So much for getting the chance to shower while your son slept. “And if you mess up, I’ll be there to set you straight.”

You mean it as a joke, but you’re so sleepy the words drift out of you on a whisper. Haruka breathes a little heavier, something indicative of a laugh while his mind is a million miles away yet grounded to the moment.

“Yeah,” He hums, voice a deep vibration your son surely feels in his sleep. “I can do that.”

You drift to sleep with a smile on your face, your son nearby, and your husband feeling lighter.

r. kaji

You should’ve known you were in trouble when your husband and daughter were being quiet.

It’s not like they’re overly rambunctious or anything, at least, not for a toddler. But you don’t recall hearing even a peep from the two of them in the past ten minutes while you cooked dinner for your small family, and that never happens.

Suspicious, you turn down the heat and venture out of the kitchen. You saw them last in the living room, Ren roped into watching your daughter’s favorite shows. Except, they’re not there, and your confusion mixes with worry about what they could be getting into.

Yes, you trust your husband endlessly, but your daughter has him wrapped around her finger—just like you do.

You make your way further into the house. The door to your bedroom is shut, but your daughter's room is cracked just wide enough for you to finally hear the telltale whispers of your husband and child clearly getting up to something.

"Where did everyone go—?" You ask as you push open the door and step inside, though you pause the moment you find two so similar faces staring up at you with wide, we're getting in trouble, eyes. What's worse is the twin lollipop sticks hanging from their mouths—contraband. "Ren Kaji, I know you're not giving my baby candy while I'm cooking dinner."

Your husband, sitting on the floor with your toddler, looks so guilty you don't even need the bag of evidence—the bag of lollipops usually hidden atop the fridge—to know he's played right into your daughter's tricks.

And your sweet baby girl, your cunning three year old, turns to face you with a big grin on her face and one chubby cheek puffed out with a lollipop stored inside it. You try to frown at her, really, but it's so hard to get mad at her when she's nearly a carbon copy of her father.

"Mama!" She calls, voice muffled by the candy in her mouth. She's standing between Ren's spread legs, but one toddler-sized fist is pointing accusingly at her father. "Papa gave me this. I not in trouble!"

"Way to sell me out," Ren huffs, crossing his arms. Your daughter pulls the lollipop from her mouth and holds the treat in one hand. You have to use your own palm to smother the adoring smile overtaking your features as you watch the scene unfold, especially when your daughter leans forward to smack a sticky kiss to her father's cheek.

"It's okay, Papa." She assures him, voice serious and bright, like she wasn't playing her father right in front of you. Honestly, you admire her skill at getting Ren to do what she wanted. "I still love you, 'kay?"

And Ren nods dutifully, falling hopelessly for his daughter's tricks. You're not even certain he realizes that he just took the blame for the act they undoubtedly conspired in.

"You both know we don't eat candy before dinner," You remind them sternly, though your pointed mom-is-pissed look is mainly trained on your husband. You're grateful that they both look down at the floor in shame, because it gives you a chance to grin at how cute they both are before clearing your throat to get their attention.

Their attention snaps to you, and suddenly you're reminded that you're just as powerless to Ren's and your daughter's wide puppy-dog eyes.

"Dinner's almost ready. Wanna help me finish cooking while Papa sets the table?" Your question is met with a cheer as your daughter races towards you, getting scooped up easily into your arms. With a smile, you press a series of kisses to her chipmunk cheek, which has her squealing with laughter in seconds.

The sound is like heaven to your ears, and you know you can never be truly mad at Ren for caving to your sweet daughter's demands for an extra lollipop when you're just as likely to bend the rules of the world to give her what she wants.

Ren appears at your side, one hand settling low on your back while he presses a kiss of his own to your temple, despite the lollipop stick hanging from his mouth. You tug it out carefully, angling your chin up for a proper kiss that he readily gives you.

"Thanks for not being mad," He murmurs against your lips, words a quiet hum despite the way your daughter rambles on about something she had done at daycare that day.

"You're dealing with her sugar rush later," You fire back, winking as his face pulls into an expression of pained realization at what he had done. Popping his lollipop into your own mouth, you grin around the candy and turn to leave your daughter's room with her on your hip and Ren's heavy sigh.

And a chastise from your daughter, too.

"Mama, no candy!"

h. umemiya

There was never a doubt in your mind that Hajime would make a brilliant father. Always so doting, so attentive. He practically oozed fatherhood long before you married him.

So when you found out you were pregnant with twins, you knew you'd be perfectly fine.

Not that you thought it would be easy, oh no. You knew the hardships of becoming first time parents, and now you had double the tasks to do with two babies, but you had Hajime by your side.

And you were right.

The twins, one boy and one girl, are only three months shy of being a year old, and everyday has felt like a dream. They each have developed their own personalities, but one thing's for certain—they love their papa.

You're doing laundry. It's a mundane task, but with two babies, there's always a pile of something that needs to be washed. Hajime has the twins, so you're able to knock through a few loads without interruption. It's only when you take a load of sheets outside to hang that you realize just where your husband has been entertaining your children for so long.

"And this one's a tomato plant!" Hajime declares proudly, pointing to the aforementioned vegetable not quite yet producing. The twins are in their carrier, both strapped to his chest and facing outward as he shows off his garden for the umpteenth time to your drooling babies. "You both liked tomatoes last time we tried them."

You're stuck standing by the laundry wire, arms wrapped loosely around yourself. There's something so unbelievably heartwarming about seeing your husband talk to your children without him knowing you're there.

"And, oh, that's sweet peas! You like those," Hajime presses a kiss to the crown of your daughter's head to reference her while he stands tall with his hands on his hips. He repeats the action with your son, a chuckle shaking his shoulders as he does so. "But you just threw your peas in my face. Your mama thought that it was really funny."

You grin at the memory. Of how your son wasted no time in lobbing his food at his father the moment he got control of the spoon, how despite the sweet pea puree sliding down his face, Hajime didn't once stop smiling.

"When you're both old enough, you'll have your own garden plots to grow whatever you want!" Hajime declares, to which your daughter babbles excitedly, matching her papa's energy. Your son turns his head to chew on the strap of the carrier, and the action brings you into his line of sight. He coos instantly, chubby baby arms stretching out for you to hold him.

The movement catches Hajime's attention, and he turns to face you. Just like his son, your husband brightens when he realizes you're nearby, one arm extending to beckon you closer. And really, you'd be a fool if you ever denied Hajime anything, so you abandon the laundry to find your way to your husband's side, overlooking his garden plots.

"There's Mama," He wraps an arm around shoulders as soon as you're in reach, crushing you into his side, careful of your son's legs. You twist in his hold so that you can press kisses to the chubby cheeks of your twins, then to your husband's lips. "We were admiring the garden. I can't wait until they can help me with it."

"They're going to be veggie experts before they enter preschool." You joke, poking Hajime's side teasingly. Adoration shines so brightly in his eyes, you're once more reminded why you made the perfect choice in marrying him.

"I think we're going to add some cucumber seedlings before the season for them passes. The twins love them." He sways side to side as he speaks, large hands splaying on the bellies of both your children through the carrier. You smile at him, swaying along with him. Your son has a tight grip on one of your hands while your daughter expertly gnaws on the fingers of your other, anchoring you in place.

Not that you had any intention of running off anytime soon.

"That sounds perfect, Haji."

j. togame

"Papa, what about that one!"

Your son's excited shouts carry over the crowd of the festival. You smile up at him, sitting on your husband's shoulders and excitedly pointing at the fifth food stall you've passed so far.

"Oh, yeah. That one too." Jo assures your son, squeezing his legs in his large hands that are holding him still and safe over his shoulders. Your four year old giggles in excitement, pudgy palms pushing against Jo's cheeks from his vantage point.

"I met your Papa at a festival, you know." You call out to your son, smiling brightly up at the miniature carbon-copy of your husband. "He was working at a food stand, then."

"Woah..." Your son gasps, drawing a deep chuckle out of your husband. You slip your hand in the folded crook of Jo's elbow, keeping yourself close to him while you walk.

Jo had told your son about all the food stalls he had helped out at over the years, which led to your son asking if he had worked at every stand you passed.

Jo told him yeah, but you're starting to question the legitimacy of his assurances. There's a very real chance that he's just saying so that he can keep hearing your son's excited laughter at each stall.

"That's why your mama fell in love with me," Jo smiles, though it's a little wonky with the way your son squeezes his cheeks. "One bite of my fried noodles and she was begging to marry me."

"Oh please," You huff, laughing. Your free hand smoothes over the swell of your baby bump, six months pregnant with another boy. "You were the one begging for a date."

"Worked out pretty well for me, didn't it?" Jo's grin is charming and wide, his lazy grin sliding over to you with a warmth that matches the burning in your chest.

"I wanna work at a food stall!" Your son exclaims, bouncing with energy is certainly did not get from Jo. You laugh at his eagerness, turning your chin to press a soft kiss to your husband's bicep.

"I'll ask around," Jo nods, not even wincing when your son pulls a little too tightly on his hair in his excitement. He's twisting around on your husband's shoulders, like he's already looking for someone Jo can ask to let him help. It reminds you of Choji, and you make a mental note to invite him over to dinner so he can run out your son's endless energy.

"But for now, why don't you think of something you want to eat?" You pinch your son's leg, enjoying the shriek of laughter he lets out. Jo holds him tighter, a secure anchor keeping your son safe atop his shoulders.

"Hmm..." He hums in contemplation, considering the very important decision of what to eat. Something very important for his four-year old self, evidently. "What does baby brother want to eat, Mama?"

"I don't think you want what baby brother's been craving." Jo warns your son in a comment meant to tease you. In retaliation, you nudge him with your elbow but you can't argue. Your second pregnancy cravings are far stranger than your first had been.

"Baby brother wants some sweet bread." You counter with a snack you see at a food stall nearby. Jo sees what you're talking about and carefully redirects your route, sending you a subtlety pointed look when you attempt to remove your hand from his arm. With the crowd picking up the longer the festival carries on, Jo doesn't want you far from his side.

It's his own brand of silent, easy protectiveness that makes you wish you could marry him all over again.

You just might have to ask if he'll let you—after you give him his second son.

t. hiragi

Oh, your husband is screwed.

He's late for dinner, and your two year old daughter is going to give him hell for it. You really aren't sure if you should feel sorry for him, considering she gets her demand for punctuality from him.

But it might be your fault your daughter is even aware your husband is late coming home from work. It's not like she's able to tell time, but you had made an offhand comment, something mumbled more to yourself than for anyone else's ears.

"Papa should've been home already,"

Your daughter overheard, her little ears picking up on any mention of her beloved Papa. But the excitement she felt about hearing her papa's name was quickly overtaken by anger at the fact that he wasn't home to play dress up with her, like usual.

"Mama, what time?" Your tiny drill sergeant of a daughter demands while standing in front of the door, little arms crossed over her chest. She's pouting, and you know she's pissed because her little foot is tapping impatiently.

You tell her the time because there's no way you're going to end up on her bad side, too. Toma is out of luck, but it's every man for himself when your daughter's wrath is at hand.

Finally, you hear the tell-tale jingle of Toma's keys in the lock. You'd be lying if you said you weren't the tiniest big eager to see the showdown between your husband and your mini-me. Because as Toma likes to say, he was blessed with a daughter that's too similar to you.

"Hey, sweethearts. I'm home—" Toma calls out to the two of you, but he freezes in his tracks when he sees the lethal glare his daughter is giving him. You're struggling to smother your grin at the sight. "Uh-oh. What's happening?"

"You're late, Papa!" She huffs. In a dramatic flurry of movement, she crosses her arms tighter over herself and turns her back on the man she's been waiting the past ten minutes for.

"Mama sold me out, huh?" Toma sighs, defeated. You feel the slightest twinge of guilt when you see the hurt on his face at getting the cold shoulder from your daughter, but then you remember how he left you to handle bath time alone the night before, and you feel a little vindicated. "Well, baby, I only stopped to get dinner like Mama asked. That's why I was late."

He holds up the bag with the takeout you'd requested in it, trying to get your toddler to see sense. You're not sure if it's working, but she does turn back around to face him at the mention of food.

"I don't like when you're late," She says in her tiny voice, and it's like shots to the heart for you—so you can't even imagine what it's doing to Toma.

At this point it's just cruel. You know you need to intervene.

"You know what? I completely forgot I asked Papa to stop and get dinner for us." You say, crossing the short distance to where your husband is still standing by the door and desperately trying to win your daughter's favor. You trade him a kiss for the takeout bag, and things seem almost normal when your daughter steps forward to hug Toma's leg. She's still pouting, though, so you make a show of looking in the bag and gasping dramatically. "Papa got your favorite, too! Isn't that so nice of him, baby?"

"You 'membered my favorite?" Your daughter asks with wide eyes, and your husband wastes no time in scooping her up off her feet. He presses a kiss to her cheek, big and dramatic the way she likes it, and he's rewarded with the sound of her laughter ringing through your small home.

"Of course I did." He assures her with a smile. You see the relief in his eyes that her attitude didn't last long, and you can't help but poke his side teasingly. "Now, why don't we go eat?"

"Yes, Papa!"

h. suo

Your home is concerningly quiet when you come home from work.

With three kids and a husband, it's a miracle that the place isn't torn up. But Hayato does a good job at keeping the kids entertained and in line, so when you come home to an empty living room, you wonder if he took them to the nearby park.

But when you wander into the kitchen to try and figure out a plan for dinner, you see the teapot on the counter, along with an open and ransacked box of cookies, and you know exactly where your missing family members are located.

You grin and make your way down the hallway to your eldest's room. Just like you expected, the door is cracked and your three year old daughter is hosting a tea party. But instead of having her stuffed animals seated in the small chairs around the table, she has her two younger brothers and father playing along.

You lean silently against the door frame, grateful that Hayato's back is to you so you can observe without his teasing comments. Your smile overtakes your face as your daughter gives orders to her brothers—one just two months shy being two and the other only four months and in a bouncer.

Your middle son clumsily holds his—thankfully empty—teacup, cookie crumbs over his face. He's clinging onto his favorite blanket, and you make a mental note to sneak it away and wash it while he's napping next.

Your youngest hasn't grasped the concept of pretend play yet. He's making a valiant effort to eat the plastic tea cup his sister set in front of him.

"The tea is quite good today, dear." Hayato sips his empty cup, his long frame folded into the tiny chair set up at the table. Your daughter giggles at the dramatic voice he uses when he talks, and you can only imagine the proud grin he wears at making her laugh.

Though, your secret admiring is short lived when your middle son spots you, his baby voice babbling out something only you and Hayato recognize as 'Mama!' that you hope he never stops calling you.

"Ah, there she is." Hayato hums sweetly as he twists in his chair to face you front his seat. You step fully into the room, found out, and have every intention of greeting him with a kiss like usual, but then he opens his mouth with a smug comment you should've expected. "We're in dire need of waitstaff. Can you refill my tea for me?"

You stop just short of kissing him. You flick his forehead instead, his laughter ringing throughout the room. Your kids see the smiles on both your faces and laugh along; your youngest blows a raspberry and spit dribbles down his chin.

"Mama isn't the waiter!" Your daughter protests, jumping up to set another placemat for you. "Sit next to me!"

"Someone likes me," You grin, poking your tongue out at your husband. He smiles back, like usual, and doesn't miss a beat when he hands your middle child another cookie he's no doubt babbling for.

"Yeah, Papa." Your daughter carefully pours you fake tea. She takes her time, concentrating, wanting to get it exactly right. Just like her father taught her. "Don't be mean to Mama."

"But that's what makes Mama fall in love with me," Your husband smoothly reasons. You roll your eyes, but you can't deny it. His relentless teasing drew you to him. There's something to be said about a man that can make you laugh.

And Hayato is funny enough that you gave him three kids.

"Now," You lift your plastic teacup and tap it gently against your daughter's before taking a 'sip'. You even make a point to hum contentedly, like it was the best tea you've never tasted. "What were we talking about?"

"Papa said he's gonna teach me to fight!"

[a/n: I loved writing this so much. lmk if you want more because I would be SO down.]

[withlovefromhazel]

smile for the picture

Pairing: Sakura Haruka × Reader

a/n: i firmly believe sakura would rather fight ten guys than deal with having a crush. thank you for reading! ♡

Synopsis: One accidental photograph was all it took for everyone to realize Sakura Haruka had a crush on you.

Unfortunately, Sakura was the last person to figure it out.

His solution? Avoid you at all costs.

Your conclusion? Sakura Haruka hated you.

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: fluff, romantic comedy, mutual pining, oblivious!sakura, flustered!sakura, misunderstanding, friends to lovers vibes, pothos café, bofurin antics, suo being an instigator, kiryu playing therapist, kotoha ships it, photography, happy ending, wind breaker x reader

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You thought it would be fun to take pictures of the recent hangout with all the furin boys at Pothos.

Umemiya and Kotoha agreed with you.

Throughout the day you had taken candid pictures of everyone, Suo sipping tea, Kiryu playing games, Ume annoying Kotoha. After taking a bunch of pictures, you looked through the camera roll and had a brilliant idea.

"Let's all take a group picture!"

That's how all of you ended up squeezed in the middle of the cafe, with little to no space between you and your neighbour. The camera was propped up right in front of the front door; you had made sure to lock the door before placing it there, or else it would've been a really tragic accident if someone were to walk in right now.

"Okay everyone, come closer!" Umemiya was currently conducting everyone to make sure that everybody was in frame. "Closer... Closer." Ume said as he checked the frame through the camera.

"Ume, if you don't get here right now, I'm going to rip your head off!" Kotoha snapped, she was currently very overstimulated, and Umemiya's stalling is not helping.

Ume looked like a sad puppy, he set the camera and quickly made his way over to the group.

"Okay everyone, smile!"

Click!

"Wait, don't move yet! Lemme check the picture." Umemiya quickly made his way to the camera to check if the picture came out okay.

He frowned.

"We have to take this again! Sakura, you weren't even trying to smile."

"I'm not smiling for some dumb picture." Sakura rolled his eyes.

"Well at least don't make that face, it so obviously says 'I was forced to be here against my will.'"

"I am forced to be here against my will." Sakura groaned.

"The sooner you do this, the sooner it'll be over with." Suo said, his usual easy smile on his lips. "It won't kill you to smile for one second."

Sakura shot Suo a glare and muttered something under his breath. You didn't hear what he was saying but it sounded like something along the lines of "Stupid Suo and this stupid picture."

You turned to look up at Sakura.

"Please smile just a little, Sakura..." you give him a pleading look. "...For me?"

His face heated up immediately.

"...Fine" he muttered, he then turned to the camera and gave it an, albeit awkward smile.

"Perfect!" Umemiya pressed a few buttons on the camera and ran back to his position.

Click!

Everyone immediately relaxes. Tsugeura had said something funny that had you laughing lightly.

A second passes, then...

Click!

There was a second shutter.

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The freshly printed photos had barely hit the table before everyone crowded around them.

"Ooh, let me see!" Tsugeura grinned, leaning so far over the table he nearly knocked Tsubaki out of the way.

"Careful!" Tsubaki laughed, catching the stack before it slipped off the edge. "I only just picked them up."

Kotoha smiled as she spread the photos across the table. "There should be enough for everyone."

Immediately, everyone reached for a different picture.

The café filled with quiet chuckles.

One photo had Tsugeura blinking at exactly the wrong moment.

Another had Nirei looking startled because someone had apparently yelled just before the shutter clicked.

There was one where Hiragi looked like he'd rather be literally anywhere else.

"That's a good one." Umemiya laughed.

"It is not." Hiragi denied.

"It absolutely is." Umemiya countered.

Sakura barely paid them any attention. He simply picked up one of the group photos and gave it a quick glance. "...Looks fine."

"It does," Nirei agreed.

For a moment, everyone simply admired the pictures.

Then-

"...Hm." Suo tilted his head. Something caught his attention. He picked up another copy of the same photograph and looked a little closer.

"...Interesting."

"What?" Kiryu asked.

Instead of answering, Suo silently held the photo toward everyone else. One by one, they leaned in.

Kiryu blinked.

"...Oh."

Tsugeura's eyebrows shot up. "...No way."

Even Umemiya smiled knowingly.

Sakura frowned. "What?"

Suo tapped a finger against the photo. "...You're smiling."

"...I am." Sakura replied, unimpressed.

"You are."

Sakura looked back down. "...So?"

The entire table stared at him.

"...What?"

"You don't smile," Hiragi said flatly.

"I do."

"No," Tsubaki laughed.

"You really don't," Nirei admitted.

"You look constipated most of the time." Kiryu joked.

"I do not."

"You absolutely do." They all agreed.

Sakura frowned harder. "...This is just my face."

Suo smiled softly before reaching for another photograph. "What about this one?"

He placed it beside the first.

Sakura looked down.

In the first photo everyone was standing together, he was facing the camera. His lips were pulled into a stiff, awkward smile after you'd begged him to smile "just a little." He turned to the second picture.

He hadn't even noticed there was another one.

This time the camera must've snapped the photo a second later. You had turned around to laugh at something Tsugeura had said.

Without realizing it, Sakura had looked down at you. In the photo his shoulders looked more relaxed, his eyes were softer, and he had this expression on his face, and his smile...

It wasn't the awkward smile from before, it wasn't forced. It was... Warm.

He stared. He looked back at the first picture, then turned to the second one, and back to the first picture again.

"They're different," Suo said gently.

"...They are?" Sakura raised one eyebrow.

"You... seriously can't tell?" Nirei questioned, his face was slightly shocked.

"I'm smiling in both of them." he shrugged.

Suo let out the tiniest sigh. "No." He slid the first picture closer. "This one..." He pointed toward Sakura's expression. "...is the smile you make when someone tells you to smile."

Then he moved his finger to the second.

"This one..." He paused, "is the smile you make when you're looking at someone you like."

Silence.

Sakura's eyes drifted back to the photograph. He looked closer and finally noticed something.

He hadn't been looking at the camera.

He'd been looking at you.

"...Oh."

Tsugeura slammed both hands onto the table. "HE GOT IT!"

Nirei nearly jumped out of his seat.

"G-Got what?!" Sakura stammered, flustered.

"You like her!" Tsugeura shouted.

"I don't-"

"You do," Hiragi interrupted.

"I don't."

"We literally have photographic evidence," Tsubaki laughed.

Kiryu nodded toward the picture, "You look at her differently."

"I don't."

"You do."

"I don't."

"You really do."

Sakura looked back down. He wanted to argue with all of them, tell them to get their eyes checked, and that their looking too much into it. He wanted to say all of that, but... the longer he looked at the two photographs the more obvious it became.

One smile had been awkward, forced.

The other showed a genuine, fond, smile. He actually looked happy.

His ears slowly turned pink.

Then red.

Then crimson.

He'd never smiled at anyone like that before, not even close. He doesn't even think he's smiled like that ever.

Oh no.

He liked you.

He actually-

The bell above the café door chimed.

"Morning!"

Sakura's entire body froze, his ears perked up, it was your voice; he could recognise your voice anywhere.

You walked inside carrying a small paper bag, completely oblivious to the crisis unfolding around the table.

"Oh! Everyone's here. Hey guys!" You waved with a bright smile.

Everyone said their respective greetings.

Your eyes landed on Sakura.

"Hi, Sakura!"

His brain stopped functioning.

The photographs.

Your smile.

Everyone staring.

The teasing.

His feelings.

Everything hit him at once.

He made a tiny, panicked noise. "I have to go."

Before anyone could react, he practically launched himself out of his chair, and rushed past you. The café door flew open, the little bell above the door jingled so violently it almost sounded concerning.

He'd left.

Silence settled over the café.

You blinked.

"...Okay." You looked toward the door and then back at everyone else. "...Bye, I guess?"

You turned back towards the door, the bell still jingling slightly. You frowned, hugging the paper bag against your chest. "Did I... do something?"

Around the table, everyone exchanged knowing looks.

Suo smiled into his tea.

"No, not at all."

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Sakura rushes back home and immediately freaks out.

He's sitting on his futon and has his pillow in his hands. He thinks back on the pictures and shoves his head into his pillow with a groan.

He likes you.

He likes you.

It was already obvious to everyone, and now they have photographic evidence. His longing gaze at you paired with the fond smile he hadn't realize he was making.

Then his mind drifted to you.

Your pretty smile, and equally as pretty laugh.

Your gorgeous hair, always carrying the faint scent of coffee after your shifts at Pothos. 

Your darling eyes that he could just get lost in.

Your beautiful face.

You.

You were always so kind to everyone, so caring that sometimes it made his heart ache. He's realizing just how in love he has been with you.

You couldn't possibly like him back right?

You were basically sunshine in human form, and he was always moody and avoidant. He gets upset quickly, pushes people away, and he doesn't really understand love.

He's never loved or been loved before.

He needed to avoid you until this feeling goes away.

That's what he told himself as he laid back down and stared at his ceiling.

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Sakura's idea has been going somewhat according to plan, he's successfully avoided any and all interaction with you for over a week now.

Whenever he sees you walking up to him, he turns away and leaves hastily, leaving you standing there stunned. You had just wanted to ask him how he's been doing, and he had fled like you were a patient of the plague.

He's ignored all of your messages too. You always wished him good morning and night, and you always texted him whenever you knew he had patrol, and also the occasional meme that he didn't understand. But recently, he hasn't replied to any of them, no 'Good Morning.' or 'Good Night.' No 'Patrol was fine.' And not even a thumbs up on the memes, like he usually would. Just a 'Seen' under your message and absolute radio silence.

He had stopped patrolling his usual route because it went past your house and Pothos. He'd been switching with Kaji instead, making some lame excuse about "a change of scenery." Kaji had been suspicious but switched with him either way.

He'd even stopped going to Pothos entirely, knowing you work there and was his usual server made him nervous beyond belief. So instead he's been living off of bread from Cactus and instant noodles. Lord knows he missed having an egg sandwich and omurice everyday, but it was worth it if it kept his heart from jumping like it usually did when he saw you.

Then one day, you came to the school to drop something off for Umemiya. Before Sakura could even think of escaping, you were already standing in front of him, carrying a big box of stuff- he didn't know what it was but it looked heavy.

"Hey sakura!" You beamed whilst panting slightly, you had seen him from across the yard and quickly rushed over to him before he could escape.

"...Hi." He muttered, avoiding facing you completely.

"I just came to drop things off for Ume." You'd explained, still trying to catch his eye.

"...I'll take it." Sakura muttered, quickly taking the box from your hands before fleeing into the school. 

"Oh... Thanks." You called out to his fleeting figure.

You stood there for a moment wondering what the hell was up with him.

Sakura felt a little guilty for treating you like this. You hadn't done anything to him and he's been avoiding you for nearly two weeks. But no matter how bad he felt, he still thought that this was the right decision in stopping his feelings for you.

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"...Does Sakura hate me?" You asked with a frown.

Your head was laying on the counter, Kotoha in the kitchen in front of you and Suo and Kiryu on either side of you.

They stopped what they were doing and looked at each other.

"What makes you think that?" Kotoha was the first to say something.

"I don't know... it just feels like he's been avoiding me lately." You sat up and rested your head in your hands now.

"How's he been avoiding you?" Kiryu asked.

"Well for instance, he hasn't been to the cafe for almost two weeks now! That's very weird, especially for him."

"That doesn't mean anything, he might just be sick of the food here." Suo tried comforting you.

"But that's not all!"

You started listing all the weird things Sakura's done: Not replying to your messages, turning around as soon as he saw you heading his way, stopped patrolling the route he usually does, and whenever you go to the school to drop something off, he avoids your eyes and leaves as quickly as possible, keeping his conversation with you short and clipped.

They all listened to you explain all the things you've found odd recently, everytime you list something, they all sighed to themselves and gave each other knowing looks.

"I think I must've done something..." You pout. "I just don't know what."

"You didn't do anything." Kiryu patted your back lightly.

"He'll come around." Suo added.

"Yeah, he's just going through his Sakura moody cycle thingy's." Kotoha explained simply.

"If you say so..." You sighed.

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"She thinks you hate her."

It was currently lunchtime and the boys were sitting in their usual seats together, the five of them sat facing each other, talking about nothing in particular until the topic of you came up. The rest of the classroom was filled with its usual rowdy atmosphere, but that didn't affect them.

"What?! I don't hate her!" Sakura defended, his voice coming out in a more desperate pitch than he would've hoped.

"Well she doesn't know that." Suo replied.

"Why have you been avoiding her anyway?" Kiryu questioned.

"Nothing! I haven't been avoiding her at all!"

They all gave him a look.

"C'mon Sakura, anyone with eyes can see that you're avoiding her." Suo said, completely unimpressed.

"Yeah that's kind of true..." Nirei added meekly.

"Yeah man you've totally been avoiding her!" Tsugeura started, then added: "It's totally unmanly that you're lying by the way."

Sakura blinked at all of them.

"I don't have to explain myself to any of you." Sakura huffed.

"You might not owe us an explanation, but we'd still like to know why." Kiryu said with a slight frown on his face.

Kiryu and Suo (and Kotoha) were your closest friends, and they were all upset when you'd told them about this. They didn't want you to think that you'd done anything wrong when they knew that it was really just Sakura being too scared to face his crush.

Sakura paused. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing would come out, he closed his mouth. Then he tried again, this time he was actually able to get something out.

"I... like her." Sakura started, he looked up at all the guys and winced when he saw they were already looking at him with shocked faces. "I like her a lot, but I don't know anything about romance, o-or liking someone." He stammered. "I feel weird inside whenever I think of her and my heart beats so fast whenever I see her." Sakura confessed truthfully. He paused before continuing. "I like her so much and I don't want her to think I hate her, but I don't know what else to do other than avoid her." Sakura rubbed his face with his hands, then he shyly looked back up from the confinements of his palm.

...

Silence.

Then Suo laughed.

"It was kind of obvious you like her dummy." He said through laughter.

"Yeah man, it doesn't take a detective to notice that you're like, head over heels in love with her or something." Tsugeura stated obviously.

"Yeah Sakura, I'm pretty sure everyone knows." Nirei chuckled.

Sakura stared with a dumb face.

"Well, everyone except her, that is." Kiryu smiled.

Sakura's face heated up immediately.

"Y-you all k-knew?!" Sakura embarrassedly spewed out.

"It was kind of impossible not to notice how differently you acted around her." Suo teased.

Sakura blushed harder.

"You shouldn't be avoiding her, Sakura." Nirei said calmly.

"Yeah, man, you already gave her the wrong idea." Tsugeura leaned closer to Sakura and roughly patted him on the back.

"She cherishes you deeply," Kiryu started. "You should've seen how upset she was when she told us you'd been avoiding her."

"Yeah Sakura, she was really worried she might've done something to upset you." Suo smiled. "You don't worry about upsetting someone unless you care about them."

Sakura paused at that.

Did you really worry about him that much?

The thought of him upsetting you made a pit form in his stomach.

"Stop avoiding her, Sakura, it won't magically make your feelings go away." Kiryu stated seriously.

"Yeah, and if anything, distance makes the heart grow fonder," Suo teased.

Kiryu sighed, "Go fix it."

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It's late afternoon, the sun getting lower and lower, painting the sky in an orange hue.

Sakura was currently walking to Pothos. He'd come straight after school, but the closer he got, the slower he walked; his mind was going a mile a minute. How would he even begin to explain why he'd been ignoring you? How could he tell you he liked you?

Sakura made it to the main street after delaying his walk the whole way. He saw the cafe from far away, his heart already going far too fast at the thought of being around you again after two weeks.

He stopped in front of the cafe, not making any effort to walk in. He looked through the windows and saw you inside, wiping down a table with that smile you always seemed to have- even when you were alone.

His heart lurched in his chest.

How he's been able to go two weeks without seeing your smile is beyond him.

He walked closer to the door and gripped the handle; he took a deep breath before walking in.

The doorbell chimed and you looked up, your face was shocked for a second before returning back into your usual warm smile.

"Sakura!" You smiled, you sounded relieved.

“...Hi." Sakura mumbled awkwardly. "You're working alone?" He asked, gesturing towards the empty cafe.

"Yeah, Kotoha had something going on at the orphanage, so i'm in charge of closing up early today."

"Oh... Okay."

"I haven't seen you in a while."

"...Yeah."

Neither of you said anything after that, there was only an awkward silence before you finally spoke up.

"Did you want some coffee? I could pour you one last cup." You suggested.

"No." He shook his head. "...That's not why I'm here." He swallowed. "I... actually came here to talk to you."

"You came here for me?"

More silence.

Then Sakura blurts out:

"I don't hate you."

You blinked.

"What?"

Sakura hopes the ground would just swallow him whole.

"I... I don't hate you." He started. "Suo and Kiryu told me you thought I hated you." He took a big breath. "So I came here to tell you that I don't... hate you."

You didn't say anything, you didn't know what to say, what would you even say to that?

Neither of you spoke until you finally asked:

"...You came all the way here just to tell me you don't hate me?"

Sakura nodded stiffly.

"...Yeah."

You stared at him.

"...Sakura, that's kind of adorable."

His face exploded.

"It's not adorable!"

"Then why were you avoiding me?"

"...Because..."

Sakura stopped himself. Was he really about to confess to you? He looked at you and opened his mouth, then he shut it again.

“...Because?” You asked. Growing more confused by the second.

Sakura felt like he was going to die.

You looked at him, waiting. 

"Because… I... I like you." Sakura gulped, he looked shyly into your eyes. "I don't hate you. I-I like you... a lot."

Silence again.

You stared at him.

He immediately regrets even existing. “...F-Forget I said anything.” He starts turning back to the door.

You grabbed his sleeve, stopping him in his tracks.

Then you giggled slightly.

"I was hoping that would be the case." You stepped closer and smiled up at him. " I like you too... a lot."

Sakura.exe officially stops working.

Both of you are flustered, shyly looking away from each other as you softly laugh.

Sakura combusts, his face heating up and turning into a bright red colour. He tries saying something but he can't get anything out but a few splutters.

The atmosphere calms down and both of you are less shy now, finally looking at each other again.

"I-I'll walk you home." Sakura stutters.

You smile even harder. "Okay."

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Both of you step outside and you locked the door behind you.

The sun is setting now, the orange hue even brighter than before. The street is quiet and there is almost no one else other than the two of you.

The both of you walked together in comfortable silence.

You finally said something.

"So..." You folded your arms. "You ignored every message."

Sakura winced.

"Ran away whenever you saw me." You pouted slightly.

"...Sorry."

"And you changed your patrol route." You huffed.

"...How did you know that?"

"Kaji told me."

“Oh…”

He didn’t say anything.

"But... you were avoiding me because you like me?" You asked, slightly hopeful.

Sakura turns away from you.

"Maybe..."

You laugh.

"Y'know... I really did think you hated me." You confessed.

Sakura immediately looks horrified. "I'm... Sorry."

"No, don't apologize," you stopped him. "I'm just glad you told me."

Sakura looked forward and immediately relaxed, his lips slightly turned upwards. "Me too."

You look over at him.

"You can be so cute sometimes, Sakura." You sigh fondly.

Sakura starts blushing. Hard. He tried hiding his red face from you, but you noticed anyway.

As you get closer to your house, the path narrows; forcing you and Sakura to be significantly closer.

Then your shoulders brushed.

Sakura almost faints.

He jerks away from you instinctively. "S-sorry."

You laugh again. "It's okay."

You looked down at Sakura's hand. It was clenched tight, his knuckles turning white.

You smiled and very gently reached over and hooked your pinky around his.

Sakura freezes, he feels every muscle in his body stop working. He slowly looks down, your pinkies are linked. He stares for a good five seconds.

Then...

Very carefully...

He uncurled his fingers, and timidly slid his hand into yours; almost like he's asking for permission. You blush slightly, your fingers weave between his.

His face immediately becomes tomato red.

He can't even look at you anymore.

You decided to tease him just a little bit.

"You okay?"

"...No."

"Too much?"

"...A little." He started. "But..."

He squeezes your hand.

"...Don't let go."

You smile again.

"I wasn't planning to."

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The both of you kept walking, still holding hands. Sakura never looks at you once during the rest of the walk. He was too embarrassed; but every few steps, his thumb unconsciously brushes over yours. Small, careful, almost like he's checking you're still there.

When you reach your house neither of you let go immediately. Still standing there, fingers interlocked. There's that awkward atmosphere where neither of you want to make a move yet.

"Well..." You were the one who broke the silence. "...I should go."

"Yeah." Sakura says, but he doesn't let go of your hand. The both of you were still holding hands.

Finally Sakura notices, his face somehow got even redder. "...O-oh."

Sakura pulls away so fast you would've thought he touched a hot stove.

"S-Sorry." Sakura stumbles.

You laugh lightly. "It's okay."

Then, before walking inside, you lean over and kiss his cheek. Just a tiny peck. "Goodnight, Sakura."

He blue screens. Literally. He just stands there. Frozen. Watching you go inside. The door closes behind you. Silence.

Five seconds pass.

Then-

He quietly touched the cheek you kissed.

...

A tiny smile appears on his face.

A real one.

A smile no one had ever seen before that day.

The same one the camera had accidentally captured.

The one that had given his heart away. 

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He still had no idea what he was doing.

But for the first time in weeks...

His heart felt a little lighter.

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Thank you for reading ♡

With love,

Hazel ♡

a/n: sakura really looked at one photograph and had an existential crisis 😭 someone please teach this boy that avoiding your crush is not a viable long-term strategy. thank you so much for reading! ♡

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