LOL, It’s never clearly states that Tatsuro was/is stalking MC. Just that in other routes, especially in Kenshi’s, his timing is too perfect. For example, when Kenshi is right about to confess and BAM, Tatsy comes and cockblocks. (ﾉಠ益ಠ)ﾉ︵ ┻━┻ AND HE DOES THIS TWICE. TWICE.
Also, in Takuto’s Mixer Substory, Takuto says:
And it just kind of stayed with me. And is the foundation for this blog.
So, there is no actual evidence of stalking. But if Takuto says so, it’s canon to me. Play his route for the Tatsy love~ (ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ He’s such a qt3.14. He is so friendzoned, it hurts. But he’s so freaking dense sometimes I just want to punch him. ( ಠ益ಠ )
Various Anime Boys: Being Told "I love you" For the First Time (Part 4!)
Full disclaimer about this part, this is a partial revision of the first part, I decided to go more in depth with the first few guys I did :) I will continue to revise the rest of the boys I did in the first part <3 Please enjoy!
“Y/NNNNNNNNN. Let’s go do sooommmeeethinnnnngggg. This is boooooring.” Satoru whined, reclining on your couch.
“You’re the one who decided to come over when you knew damn well I’m working on my thesis, Satoru.” You replied, brows furrowed in concentration as you typed away at your desk. The deadline for your paper was fast approaching and you were stressed, to say the least. That much Satoru could tell.
He stretched himself out, long limbs dangling off the sides of the plush sofa. “Why d’you need to do this stuff anyway? All it does is stress you out n’ keep you away from me.”
You had been friends with Satoru for years now, having met him back when you worked at a cake shop. You had commented on how his spending there would finance your whole university tuition, and it had gone from there.
He was handsome, of course. But also funny, endearing, and so unbearably annoying. But he did have a heart of gold, you had to admit, and a very blunt manner of speaking to say the least. He didn’t mince words when it came to people he didn’t like, and that was something that you admired. He spent so much money on you, too; you couldn’t understand why. Satoru insisted that he was merely giving you what you deserved, but some of the gifts had been of the more sentimental and intimate variety, like the custom made locket necklace he had made for you, when you had mentioned your grandmother had one just like it.
Suffice it to say, you had feelings for him, strong ones. But a small part of you had doubts, which would creep up just when you had mustered the strength to tell him. Satoru Gojo was a beautiful, strapping young man, perfect in nearly every way. How could he ever see you as anything more than a friend?
You snorted. “If I don’t get this in I’ll fail and I’ll have to repeat the whole year, and that’ll set me back. I need to make something of myself, Toru.”
He rolled off the couch and strolled over to your desk, placing his hands on your shoulders. “What if you took a break though? Just for tonight? C’mon, I miss you.”
You looked over your shoulder to see glimmering big blue eyes peering at you, a soft pout on Satoru’s lips. “You’re such a child,” You sighed, but relented for now. After all, he was here and he was doing nothing but distracting you. And a break did sound nice. “Fine. What do you wanna do?” You asked, resting back in your desk chair.
“Something fun.”
“Like…?”
“Iunno, let’s go out! Let’s see what’s playing at the theatre or if they got my favourite cake back in stock at the shop!” He pulled you out of your chair, grinning.
“Oh, of course.” You rolled your eyes, but you did enjoy seeing him smile. He was annoying as hell, but you had to admit…it was kinda cute. You stood, going to grab your keys. “Or, we could go stock up on snacks, find some dumb movies, come back here and stay up til 4 AM.” You suggested with a smile. Satoru’s smile widened and he grasped your hand eagerly.
“Yes! You’re a genius, Y/N! Let’s go!” He started to pull you toward the door.
“Hah, I love you, Satoru, you dork.”
He froze in place, looking back at you with huge eyes. “Wha?”
You blinked. “What?”
“You said you love me.”
“I did?” You looked confused.
“Yeah, you did.” He turned and smooshed your cheeks in his palms. “Do you mean it? You’re not just pulling my leg, are you? ‘Cause that would be beyond cruel, Y/N. I have a heart too, y’know!”
You chewed on your lip, heat rising in your face. You did love him. He was an idiot, but you didn’t want him to be anyone else’s idiot. Slowly you nodded, placing a hand over one of his.
His blue eyes softened and he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. “Tell me again.” He murmured.
“I love you, Satoru Gojo.” You replied in a whisper, your eyes half-lidded but still locked on his.
Without second thought his lips met yours and he kissed you tenderly, his fingers tucking through your hair. You swore you could hear his heart thudding in his chest. When he pulled away, hesitantly, he smiled and grabbed your hand again.
“Dunno if we’re gonna be watching all too much of the movies,” He said with a wiggle of his brows. “But we can still try, I’m a good multitasker.” He looked back at you, his grin widening. “And, in case it wasn’t obvious, Y/N, I love you, too. I always have.”
Dabi / Touya Todoroki
(I love him sm, he deserved so much better... :( )
You were busy doing your university homework when you heard a tap on your window. Yep, it was 3 AM, about that time. Without hesitation you got up and went to the window, sliding it open.
Hazy blue eyes met yours as booted feet landed on the floor. “Thought you were gonna leave me out here to fuckin’ freeze.” Dabi said, grumbling as he maneuvered his way in.
“I came here as soon as I heard you,” You argued back. Never a thank you from Dabi, even though he had been crashing at your place for the past six months. You both had met almost a year ago, when the League of Villains had crossed your path on your way home from work one night. Their leader, some guy with a hand on his face, wanted to kill you in case you were gonna narc on them, but for some reason, a couple of the others in the group had stopped him. Dabi wouldn't stop staring at you that night.
Since then he'd show up at your place every night around 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning. He claimed it was because the cops and heroes would never suspect him to be hiding out in a random civilian's home, but you were somewhat suspicious of the validity of that. After all, he'd said it'd only be for a couple weeks and here you were six months later.
“Is your hot water back on again?” He asked casually, kicking off his boots. “I fuckin’ smell.”
“What kind of trouble did you get up to tonight?” You asked, wrinkling your nose. “You smell like a lawnmower.”
Dabi snorted. “None of your damn business, brat.” His words were harsh but his tone was almost tired. “Is it on again or not?”
You nodded, “Yeah, it's on. Washed the clothes you left the other night, too.”
Once again, not a thank you in sight as he went off to your bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You sighed. What were you doing? Why were you going to all this trouble for someone like him? You could just as easily lock your window and cut him off, but you didn't want to. A part of you felt that he needed someone to help him, be there for him. You could tell it was hard for him to show any sort of emotion other than gruff and bothered…and you could sense he had more pain and heartbreak than most people realized.
You went back to work on your homework, quietly writing away in your notebook. You tried to ignore the sound of the bathroom door opening and Dabi walking down the hallway.
Warm breath fanned across the back of your neck suddenly and you shivered in response.
“Why do you bother with this crap?” Dabi asked, leaning over your shoulder. He smelled like your body wash. You tried to hide the telltale blush growing on your face.
“Counter question. Why are you here, Dabi? It's been six months.”
“You know why, dumbass.”
You turned in your seat. “You're here every night now, you use my shower, sleep on my couch, eat my food, and I don't get any sort of appreciation or even a thank you. I'm harboring a fucking criminal in my apartment and you don't seem to be bothered.”
Dabi raised an eyebrow. “Yknow I could ask the same of you. Why do you keep letting me in, then? Washing my clothes, too, getting me those snacks I told you I like…why do you fuckin seem to care so much?!”
“Because I'm in love with you!” You blurted suddenly, hands balled into fists.
Dabi stood there, stunned. He rubbed the back of his neck. “You really are nuts, then.”
You breathed out a laugh, tears stinging your eyes. Turning back to your work, you tried to focus on your writing again. “Just leave me alone, Dabi.”
“Nah, don't think I will.” A hand slid along your shoulder. “Put that shit away and look at me, for God's sake.”
With a heavy sigh, you did as he said, only to be met with rough lips on yours. A sound of surprise escaped your throat but you melted into the kiss, fingers finding Dabi's damp black hair.
“There's a million places I could hide out,” he said against your mouth. “But I keep coming back here. Something pulls me back every time. I've never felt what love is, brat, but when I think of what it must feel like, I think of you.”
Giyuu Tomioka
(T_T i just wanna hug him and give him the love he deserves)
You had never seen Giyuu smile in the time you had known him. You two were close friends, but time spent with the Water Hashira was quiet and tranquil. You knew it was just the way he was, and didn’t mind it, but you had begun to wonder if he ever smiled at all. In the time that you had known each other, you had formed a deep bond and understanding of one another. It took you a long time to realize that you had feelings for him, but you could never tell him. It would ruin everything you both already had.
You two were returning from a mission one night, battered and exhausted from the fight you had just endured, and were intent on finding some place to sleep for the night. Ubuyashiki’s mansion and the Butterfly Manor were too far away, so it seemed like the only option for you both was to find an inn to rest in for the night, and then you could return properly the next morning.
You both finally found a place to stay for the night, but the owner of the inn charged you two an exorbitant amount of yen to stay. Giyuu huffed and, irritated, paid the man, before leading the way to your room silently. He had been dead silent the whole time you had traveled back, and this time, you were worried. Normally he would ask if you were okay or if you needed anything, but this time he was quiet.
“…Are you serious?” Giyuu asked, to nobody in particular, when he opened the sliding door. Only one futon.
You looked over his shoulder at the room and sighed. You had been looking forward to just going to bed after the hell you two had been through.
Giyuu sighed and ran a callused hand over his face, his blue eyes narrowed.
You glanced at him. “…Giyuu…You take the futon, I can just…figure something else out.”
“No.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, “What?”
“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor after what we just went through. We’ll just have to…sleep together, I suppose.” He looked away quickly, a small blush on his face.
“Sleep together?”
“Not…not like that,” He replied quickly, his face turning from pink to full-blown red. “Just…just sleeping. Beside each other.”
“If you’re okay with that, Giyuu, then I am.” You offered him a small smile, momentarily placing a hand on his arm as you entered the room. He was incredibly tense.
You both bathed first, one at a time, then returned to the room. Giyuu had gone first, and when you came back, he was perched on the futon, his haori and Demon Slayer Corps uniform folded neatly on the floor with his nichirin sword laid atop. He still had his underclothes on, but his torso was bare. You paused, studying his bare back and the various scars that adorned his pale skin. Your heart hurt when you suddenly realized how much Giyuu must have been through. Was that why he was so quiet, and distanced himself from everyone else?
“You’re letting all the cold in,” Giyuu said suddenly, startling you.
“Oh. Right. Sorry…” You quickly shut the sliding door behind you, setting your own clothing down on the floor before crawling under the thick comforter and settling on the futon. It felt heavenly to finally rest your weary, sore muscles.
Giyuu watched you for a moment before following your lead, settling in beside you. His blue eyes scanned your face.
“…What?” You asked, “Did I miss a spot of dirt on my face or something?”
“No,” Giyuu replied, a small tinge of pink rising in his face.
“Giyuu…”
“I’m…going to sleep. Goodnight, Y/N.” He said quietly, starting to roll onto his other side, so he would be facing away from you. You caught him by the arm, however, stopping him.
“…Have you been doing okay, lately? You’re way quieter than usual…I’m getting a bit worried about you.” You told him, your eyes meeting his again.
The Water Hashira sighed, “…I’ve been thinking.”
“About?”
“You.”
“Me?” You looked surprised. “Why?”
“…Because you terrify me.” He replied, and if you hadn’t seen the look on his face you would have thought he was joking.
“…Why?”
“It…doesn’t matter. Let’s just go to sleep, okay.” He sighed, closing his eyes.
Something came over you then. You didn’t know what it was, but you acted without really thinking it through first. Your hands cupped his face and you gently kissed him. It only lasted for a moment, but when you pulled away, Giyuu was looking at you with wide, stunned eyes.
His mouth moved, trying to form words, but nothing came out. “Wha…”He finally gasped out. “Why’d you…”
“…Because I love you, Giyuu. And I didn’t want to say anything because I was worried that it would ruin everything, and I’m sorry if it has, I just couldn’t—” You were cut off by another kiss, one instigated by him this time.
You gazed at him in surprise.
“You terrify me,” Giyuu said, holding your face in his hands. “Because I feel things for you that have been foreign to me for so long. I was…too afraid to say anything.” His lips pulled into a small but genuine smile. The first smile you had ever seen from him.
I love you more then you will ever know. I wish you would tell me I matter to you. That these feelings are normal. That you want to be with me. Not play with my emotions. I wish you would tell me how you feel about me. Every day I die, seeing you sitting in the office and talking happily about something that makes you happy. I have cried so many times late at night knowing my happiness wont happen with you. I wish you would hold me and tell me its ok. I love you so much it hurts. Ken Wagner, I love you. I know if we got together I could make you happy. I just want one chance to be with you.
When I was in the darkest place of my life, being victimized, I doubted myself. Doubted it was real. Doubted that what was wrong was truly wrong.
When I found the voice to tell my sister, she asked me if I was sure. If I hadn't misinterpreted. When I told my mom, she didn't even acknowledge what I told her. They doubted me. Doubted what I was saying.
When I was looking for any sort of advice, I had no friends, so I went online. I was laughed at and sent nasty messages, told it wasn't a big deal. Doubt was there. Doubt of my side, of my feelings, of my experience.
Doubt was worse than what happened to me. It made me feel like a liar, like I was delusional, like I was lost.
And when something happens to us, we doubt that it's worth saying. That anyone will take it seriously. Doubt that what is happening is really that bad.
I just want y'all to know this isn't a place of doubt. It's a place of support. We do not doubt the voices of victims.
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