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melty☆love
☆ she/her ☆ twenty one ☆ art college student ☆ lover of sweets ☆ printmaker ☆ multi fandom!! ☆
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initially, you refuse to admit it, though your fascination slips past the aisle of your thoughts and starts to form in the rhythmic way you tread your fingers through his golden hair, eventually conceding as you comment. “you hair is so soft.”
tsukishima kei hums, eyes shut as he lay on your chest, feeling his scalp being massaged gently as you untangle the tensions.
“you sleepy?”
“yeah. sorry.”
“don’t be, get some rest.” you say, eliciting a yawn from him.
“is it normal to feel sleepy around your partner?”
“i guess so, heard they can regulate your nervous system or something.”
“you stress me out sometimes.”
you raise a brow, pausing your ministrations, eager to tease and be teased. “okay, and?"
“you love to ragebait me.”
“so do you?”
you see the wrinkling of his brow first before the purse of his lips, almost as if he's pouting. "it's not my fault, you're too easy anyway. and who said you could stop?"
you hum this time, fingers stayed put. "stop what?"
with his eyes closed and a scoff, his expression twists even more into something close to hesitation, "i see you, wipe that grin off your face."
"dunno what you're talking about, darling."
you like to think he's refusing to admit to the fact that he likes being teased by you—no, you're certain. you know him just as much.
long and sluggish arms snuggle your figure, he kicks off the blanket from his waist to reveal the expanse of his broad chest and exposing his calf down, only wearing boxers while the rain pours with intermittent strength. he mumbles against your chest, lips kissing the midline of your torso where the sternum protrudes, you feel his body sharing warmth, engulfing you whole.
then, he mutters, "please."
"please, what?"
he lifts his head to look at you, glasses left aside on your nightstand. his eyes are mellowed out so much you can't take his annoying expression seriously, holding your stare for a short minute, before succumbing to his fate, a subject to your whims. "please massage my hair like that."
"wasn't so hard now, was it?"
he can only dignify with a low groan. sighing when you finally continue to stroke his hair. "thank you."
"don't mention it."
you know you could stay like this forever, even when your blanket is strewn on the floor, or his weight on top of you, or how he becomes softer against the steady pulse of the rain. you wouldn't trade it for the world.
and in the way he sinks heavier against you, you know he wouldn't either.
˚✶ * returns and future pick ups
or someone comes to return some books before you close for the night
tsukishima k. x gn!reader
m.list / wc: 1k
the lights on the far end of the library automatically shut off, leaving only half an hour of work left until you could head back to your dorm. there’s only a couple students left, all studying at their respective tables. tapping the eraser end of your pencil against the check-out counter, you bite the inside of your cheek, counting down the time until you can leave.
slowly, a couple of them make their departure, the next set of lights shutting off for the evening. closing your eyes, you smile knowing that you only have fifteen minutes left. opening your eyes, you glance at the last person in the library, his back turned to you. turning away from him and looking back down at your homework, the numbers start to jumble, a wave of tiredness taking over.
“okay.. that’s enough,” you whisper to yourself, setting down your pencil before standing up to sweep the nearby area.
it isn’t necessarily your job to be cleaning up the library, however, it gives you something to do in between the slow periods. the individual’s typing echoes in the library, the sound bouncing off of the bookcases and into your free ear. the only thing breaking it is the door to the library opening, a stressed student standing with books piled in his arms.
your eyes widen at the sight, hand aimlessly resting the broom’s handle against a table. walking across the room, you can feel your confidence growing, “is there anything i can help you with?”
a head tilts to the side of the books, glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. “i found these books and i believe they were meant to be returned here,” he starts carrying them over to the check-out table, the weight of the textbooks seemingly not too heavy for him.
“you found them?” you question, raising your eyebrow as he sets them down on the counter, hands resting on your hips.
“yeah.. my roommate moved out unexpectedly and i think he left these behind on accident,” the mystery student pushes his glasses back up his nose. his short blonde hair spikes at the top, slender fingers pulling his backpack straps closer to him.
nodding, you walk around to the other side of the counter, pulling out your chair so you can check the status of the books. “well, sorry this return fell on you then. if you wouldn’t mind staying here while i scan these in..” you look up from the computer, meeting his gaze, “just in case some of them aren’t our books.”
“right. yeah, as long as you’re open,” he shrugs his shoulders, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“we’re open. i’m just hoping i can get these all scanned through before we close. not the most exciting when you work the library’s closing shift,” you admit, grabbing a scanner and scanning in the first one, an older textbook with the barcode starting to peel off.
the air feels tense as you continue to scan the books in, your eyes constantly glancing up to look at him. he stands there with his arms crossed, gaze flickering back to you every few seconds. “do you come to the library very often?” you break the silence, scanning another book.
“i don’t have a lot of time to,” he shrugs, leaning against the counter, his knuckle pressed against the top.
“well.. it’s a great place to study, and i’m usually here if- you know if you ever needed someone who knows their way around,” you grab the final book, scanning it back in, all of the books seemingly originally coming from the library.
he nods, looking away for a second. glancing back, the mystery man gives a small smile, “yeah, yeah that would be great. i’m sure you have great books on paleontology.”
“paleontology? yeah, actually. i know a lot of the students in that program and there’s usually a few that are in rotation. my next shift is tomorrow if you want to come check it out,” you push the books off to the side, signing off of the computer so you can start closing the library down for the evening.
piling your stuff up, you shove it into your backpack, looking around to see the last patron had left during your conversation. “so, do you go to school here, then?” he questions, standing by the check out counter as you peer down the many walkways, making sure no one was left in the building. taking a few steps between each bookcase, you glance around for fallen books as well.
“yeah, library science actually. so if you have any dewey decimal questions then i’m the person to ask,” you smile, walking back up to the counter, throwing your backpack over your shoulder.
“neat,” he whispers, just barely loud enough that you heard it, the quietness of it all bringing a smile to your face. the two of you slowly make your way to the library doors, not quite wanting to end the evening yet, a spark lighting between the two of you. he reaches past you to open the door, following you out of the building.
“well, i guess i’ll see you around then…”
“it’s tsukishima, my friends just call me tsuki though,” he—tsukishima—shrugs again, hands shoved back into his pockets.
“well then i will see you around tsuki, thanks for returning those again, i’m- we’re all really grateful to have them back,” you lock the door behind you, rain lightly hitting the concrete walkways.
the two of you start in opposite directions, your dorms seemingly on other sides of the campus. just as you’re about to turn the corner around the building, you hear him shout to you from across the way. his hair is matted down from the rain, glasses covered in droplets. “i didn’t catch your name!”
“it’s l/n! just ask for me at the desk!” you wave to him, reaching your hand back down to hover over your eyes, protecting your face from the rain.
“will do!” tsukishima turns back around, smiling to himself. the smile quickly falls as he thinks back to every embarrassing thing he muttered out during the interaction, eyes rolling at his own behavior.
Hii... scray but ur text fics are so silly and awesome, could I get a newbie and energetic fem pro hero reader x aizawa pre-relationship ans during relationship?
I love him sm hes so The Guy
HE'S SOOO VERY THE GUY YES YES YES
erase me ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
s.aizawa x fem!proheroreader | lowkey jealous eraserhead... | pathetic flirting attempts! from both sides :3 | like one suggestive joke | progression is kind of strange but you can def notice it lol!
n: the kenma lovers must be starving.. also i got hot wings, strawberry cheesecake, and some soda
the only light in kenma’s room is the cool blue glow of his dual monitors and the sharp, flickering rhythm of his handheld console. he’s slouching so low in his gaming chair that his chin is practically tucked into the collar of his oversized red hoodie, his bleached-blonde hair with those dark, blunt roots falling entirely forward to shield his face.
you’re sitting on the floor right beside his chair, leaning your back against his desk, quietly scrolling through your phone. you’ve been there for three hours without speaking a word, which is exactly how kenma prefers to socialize.
suddenly, the frantic clicking of his controller stops. the room goes quiet except for the hum of the PC tower.
“did you lose?” you ask, looking up.
kenma doesn’t answer right away. he lowers the console to his lap, his cat-like golden eyes shifting away from the screen to stare down at you. he looks small buried in his clothes, his expression completely flat, but his fingers are twitching against the plastic buttons.
“no,” he mutters, his voice a low, quiet murmur that he usually saves for when he’s completely exhausted. “the raid party is waiting for me to pull the boss.”
“then why did you stop?”
kenma reaches down, his cool, slender fingers gently catching a stray lock of your hair and tucking it behind your ear. his thumb brushes lightly against your cheekbone, the touch so careful and deliberate it makes your chest ache. “you shifted,” he says simply, leaning his head back against the headrest, his eyes never leaving yours. “your breathing changed. you’re bored. i can drop out and play a co-op game with you instead.”
i wanted funyuns from the vending machine, it’s a full row or whatever BUT IT KEEPS SAYING NO AND WONT LET ME GET THEMMMM PLEAASE ITS ALREADY 3 AM I NEED THEM
you always looked so beautiful under the dim lighting of whatever restaurant he took you out to, eyes lighting up every time you laughed and hand fitting so perfectly against his forearm whenever you reached out to touch it.
he wasn’t any expert on dating or flirting, but seeing how happy the both of you always were together, he knew he was doing something right.
he’d usually walk around town with you after, stopping for quick dessert or whatever pretty little thing had caught your attention in the windowsill. maybe just sit with you on a secluded bench if he didn’t feel like returning to HQ yet.
and as of now, your arm is linked with his, gushing about how much you enjoyed spending time with him as he stared at you with enough adoration to nip at your heart.
gris knows he’s a lucky man.
then, unregistered at first, it comes down on the tip of his nose. a small raindrop, preceding more to come.
he notices you slow and pause after a few land on you as well, holding out your hand to double-check. and as if on signal, those small drops turned into full-on rainfall.
instinctively you throw your hands up to cover your head.
“damn! i didn’t even think to bring a—“
as fast as he manages to get his jacket off, gris drapes it over your head, hand tilting your head to the side so he can see your face, make sure you’re okay.
if you could, you’d pick him up and nuzzle into his chest, singing about how sweet he was.
“gris…you’re soaked” you reach up to move a wet lock of hair from his right eye.
“don’t worry about me,” his hand moves down to your back, gently rushing you along, “you can run to the van, right?”
even with your concern for his drenched clothing and nearly tripping over a curb(he wouldn’t dare to let you fall), you giggle the entire time running back. he never lets go of you.
