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i love bladie sm and hes such a chinese dad <333 no spoilers! / can be read as platonic or romantic! / gn reader / reader is part of the stellaron hunters & some sesame slander
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another successful script meant that you finally had time to relax.
your plan was to just sleep in all day, maybe cuddle with sesame the fat cat if he was feeling merciful. blade, on the other hand, seemed to have other plans.
namely, feeding you.
now, it's not like you're malnourished or anything like that, blade would never stand for that. but it's also not like you were feeling particularly hungry, either…
so instead of sleeping on your bed like you planned, you're eating plate after plate of food that blade keeps insisting on cooking. your head feels dizzy just looking at the spread of dishes on the table, your stomach begging for mercy while sesame happily munches on his own food beside you. god, that cat really can eat…!
"are you finished?" blade stares at you from across the table, arms crossed as if expecting you to be able to eat this whole banquet. at this rate, you'll be full for the whole week — no, month!
"i'm.. can't…" you barely manage to utter, slumping in your seat and admitting defeat. if you had a white flag, you would be waving it furiously. sesame meows unhelpfully from beside you, before leaping onto your lap.
"…alright." blade moves to clear the dishes, the clinking of plates and containers sound like the start of a heavenly harmony, and you're almost certain that you've eaten yourself to death.
then, another plate is placed on the table, beside your head.
"at least eat some fruit."
you take a peek at the plate, there lays an assortment of bunny-shaped apple slices, strawberries in the shape of hearts, and slices of golden pear, all with cute animal picks.
sesame meows and paws at the plate.
you look up and see blade's expectant gaze, almost as if saying, i dare you to not eat it.
sweating, you take a slice of pear and put it in your mouth. oh man, you just know that were going to fall into the longest food-induced coma known in existence.
(sesame steals a bite of strawberry. are we sure the voracity wasn't reincarnated into this… totally normal sized cat…?)
syn: the france vs japan match of the group stage has just begun! you would be more excited if there wasn't a certain someone staring holes into you from all the way across the field...
wc: 946
notes: fem pronouns / no y/n used / ooc hugo / some spoilers if you havent reached this part of the manga yet /fluff / still miscommunication but no words are exchanged between them here LMAO / idiot2idiot communication / a little dramatic for no reason...
a/n: i did have a good laugh writing this just thinking about hugo trying to send vibes and reader getting absolutely None Of Them
the long awaited france vs japan match was today, and you were feeling an extremely strong sense of dread.
funnily, the match itself wasn't your real source of dread. you should be more anxious about it, after all japan's world cup dreams hinge on their survival of the knockout stage, but all your feelings for it have been replaced by the fear of one man.
vivien hugo of france.
it's safe to say that your first meeting had put the fear of the french in you. or at least, the fear of hugo specifically. could anyone blame you? he towered over you, stared at you with an unreadable expression, and demanded your name as if you had somehow managed to wrong him and his entire family! and you still don't know what you did to him!
thankfully, you managed to avoid him after that thanks to the actual match preparations. up until now, at least…
the match had yet to start, players from both sides settling into their positions, but even at the benches standing beside anri, you could feel the gaze of a certain man. you didn't need to look to see who was staring at you so intensely, the way your head was already a little lightheaded and your heart was practically trying to beat out of your chest told you enough. and you intended to try and ignore him for the whole match. besides, he can't look at you while he's playing!
when you took a quick glance over at the field, noting the opposing team's players and layout, your eyes accidentally met hugo's. his stare had yet to falter or lose even a little bit of its intensity, and meeting his gaze seemed to have somehow made it more… intense?! why did he look like he was going to kick the ball in your direction and say it was an accident??!!
okay, maybe you were just crazy. you had to be. right? there's no reason why someone like him would be staring at you. maybe he was just looking at the general direction of the bench and scouting out the reserves. it had to be that. god, if only you could give him a yellow card for staring!
tearing your eyes away, you decided that looking at your clipboard would be a lot more productive than playing an internal game of "he hates me, he hates me not that much." you just had to endure these 90-or-so minutes, pray that everyone would come out with their pride still intact, and you with your heart still beating.
um, probably.
hugo has been looking forward to this match for more reasons than one.
meeting isagi yoichi and seeing what all the "hype" about the unsuitable striker was the original reason. however, ever since meeting you, his other reason is that he wants to see you.
it was truly unfortunate that he didn't manage to see you again after your first meeting, his head still replaying the memory of your hand in his, your name on his lips. even when he tried to focus on training, his thoughts would inevitably slip to you when it got particularly boring.
now, standing on the field, hugo can see you for the first time in what feels like forever. you're standing by the benches, talking to the older female assistant with a tablet in your hands. ah, he wishes he could walk over and listen to your voice.
when your conversation finished, you took a look over the field, and time seemed to stop as your eyes met his. hugo could feel his heart stutter in his chest, a heat rising to his face and a sudden self-consciousness. did you think he looked good in his kit? he hopes so, because he thinks you look breathtaking in yours.
(he thinks a jersey with his name written on it would look the best on you, though.)
"do you really have a crush on their manager?" charles tilted his head at him, still unused to the idea that someone like hugo was capable of having crushes. it was like watching a robot have feelings that were outside of their programming, and while it was a wonder of nature (or technology, more like), it was also a source of confusion. if charles was recalling right, hugo only met and spoke to you once, and you looked terrified the whole time!
"it's not a crush, it's true love." hugo replied in an instant, eyes still trained on you. he could see charles making a face akin to a question mark from the corner of his eye, along with a mumble under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "scary", but that was irrelevant. he hopes you've seen him play, but if not, that's alright. you have no choice but to watch him dominate the field today, and as destiny would have it, you too will fall into his arms right after.
the sharp beep of the whistle broke him out of his sweet daydream of you in his arms, a clear and indisputable signal that the match was about to start. hugo could see that you it had surprised you from the small jump you did, and gosh, you were so cute that hugo might have to ask the referee to call in a yellow card on japan, because your presence alone was already a distraction, albeit a very welcomed one.
(he would've suggested a red card to hide you away, but he does still want to see you…)
ah, no matter. he hopes you won't hold it against him for the match today.
(or maybe it'll convince you to switch loyalties…?)
syn: as the intern assistant manager in blue lock, your responsibilities are endless and your salary is low. as if that wasn't already bad enough, you wind up drawing the distaste of new gen 11 player vivien hugo, and you don't even know what you did!
or in which, hugo falls in love with you at first sight, but you think he absolutely hates you.
wc: 814
notes: fem pronouns / fluff / no y/n used / miscommunication-ish / they're both stupid your honor / reader is an intern assistant manager (is that a role probably not but who cares) / don't think too hard about how you got to bllk,,, just know that you are there
a/n: this is that idea i posted a little while ago, unfortunately i can't promise this is any good but if people like it enough i might do a little series with them since i do think it's the kind of idea that is better presented over multiple writings (i also realised that hugo's part sounds slightly... ominous/overtly serious (?) but at the same time it is hugo so.) enjoy!
it was supposed to be routine, just another part of your duties as an intern assistant manager to blue lock. helping the foreign teams accommodate, guiding them to training areas and other similar facilities, but how did it end up with france's vivian hugo basically breathing down your neck?!
to put the timeline into place, it started with ego ordering you to help some france players around the blue lock facility. you did ask why loki and charles couldn't just help themselves since, you know, they were here just awhile ago, but he ignored you. such is the life of an intern, you suppose…
anyhow, you greeted loki, charles, and the new member hugo when they arrived. you flowed into an easy conversation with charles, who was as excitable as always, but you couldn't shake the feeling of hugo's eyes piercing into your back, and for some reason it put your body into some form of fight-or-flight. maybe his tall and intimidating stature and blank face had something to do with it…
you could only smile with a slightly strained look as you showed them to one of the training grounds, already set with water bottles and towels for their use. you were more than eager to run away as soon as you could, lest you melt into a puddle of nerves thanks to hugo.
but before you could leave, a hand grabbed your wrist, cornering you, and you knew for a fact that neither loki nor charles was to blame. so, with a bated breath and a short prayer, you turned around to meet hugo's face, that was scarily close to yours.
"you didn't give me your name." his eyes, the pair of black holes that they are, threatened to swallow you whole. you can only hope that your gulp wasn't audible or noticeable.
stuttering out your name, you shook your hand free and effectively ran away with a flimsy excuse that ego had some work for you to finish. were all the new gens this intimidatingly weird?!
vivian hugo didn't expect to fall in love in japan, let alone in the blue lock facility.
he had seen some clips of the neo egoist league, mostly the pxg matches, but he swears you were never in them. because if you were, he would've gone to japan much, much earlier. hell, he might've even asked to transfer to pxg temporarily just to see you!
but destiny has a funny way of working, so hugo supposes there's no point lamenting something out of his control. it's more important that he gets to meet you now, isn't it?
everything about you has enraptured him at just the first glance. the way you smiled, the glimmer in your eyes, the tone of your voice… hugo knew in an instant that you were his other half, just as he is yours.
while you entertained charles in the front, hugo walked behind you next to loki. his eyes couldn't leave your figure even if he wanted to, not that he ever would. loki, seemingly noticing this laser focus, leaned over to him.
"what's with you?" loki asks him, low enough that charles's yapping could cover it perfectly.
"she's my soulmate." hugo replies with complete seriousness, that even loki stares at him with disbelief.
"sometimes i worry about you, hugo…"
when you later tried to run away like a skittish kitten, hugo couldn't let you go without at least knowing your name. he could ask loki or charles, but if he wanted to properly court you, he needs to hear it from you! besides, it's more attractive if a man is assertive, if his sister's favourite romance novels are anything to go by.
that's why hugo took your arm and cornered just like he's seen in all those popular movies, because this is the move that girls usually swoon over, right?
seeing you look up at him, wide-eyed and stuttering out your name, hugo felt like he could already hear the chiming of bells and a scenic place — maybe somewhere in france or japan, wherever you liked — decorated in white. his own heart stuttered, warmth blooming in his chest as he watched you run away. damn, he already hates to see you go, but he might just be in love with watching you leave.
"hugo, what was that?!" charles gawks, eyes as wide as saucers and jaw hanging open. said man was still staring at where you were just a minute ago, soaking in the feeling of being in such close proximity to you, before blinking and snapping himself out of the trance you had him in.
charles's question goes unanswered as hugo sets his bag down and slips off his jacket, preparing his warm-ups, now with a new dream in his mind.
by the end of the world cup, you will be his. it's your shared destiny, after all.
you sniffle as another breeze of cold air blows past your face, burying yourself deeper into your jacket. silly you somehow managed to forget your scarf on such a cold day.
next to you, hugo watches all your reactions with great interest. small puffs of cloud-like air are visible from your breath, disappearing just as quickly as they form.
bundled up like this, hugo thinks you look absolutely adorable. however, there was one thing you were missing…
one second, you were without a scarf. the next, a warm and fluffy scarf was wrapped around your neck like a gentle embrace.
you don't need to look around to know who had placed it on you with such soft hands. instead, you lean into hugo's side, your colder hand slipping into his warmer one, and you stand on the tips of your toes to place a little kiss on his cheek.
despite the dim light, there's a layer of red dusting his face, and you're quite sure it isn't from the cold.
when you start to pull away, hugo's free hand lands on your cheek, and the next thing you know, his lips are on yours in a kiss that sends warmth through your body and melts the snowflakes beginning to fall.
when he pulls away, the two of you continue your little walk, but you don't miss how hugo holds your hand even tighter, and you return it with a content smile, snuggled warmly in his scarf.
divider creds go to @/saradika-graphics !!
big fan of winter and hugo's favourite season is winter so we are meant 2 be (im going crazy)
Normal couples usually change their phone wallpapers to each other or have matching sweaters. You like to think that you and Yuta are a normal couple, who do normal things like bite each other and stalk each other.
Note: yuta bites your finger really suggestively, mentions and descriptions of stalking (both from yuta and from an unnamed person), reader and yuta being weird together, yuta gets pettily jealous over rika for a moment, reader wears a lot of jewelry
//he wont leave the yuta worms wont leave, connected to this, this and this but can be read alone
If there was one thing you hated about this school, it might just be the commute back.
Its ridiculously long, and if there's something waiting for you, its probably already tampered with or at the very least poked at.
The autumn wind along your neck pulls a shiver from you as you enter the dark kitchen, surprisingly empty for the day. You blindly fumble for the light, flicking it on and make your way to the fridge. An odd sense of anxiety had been building in your heart the moment you clocked off your part-time job, only growing the closer and closer you got to the dorms. Only when your eyes land on a familiar white box do you set your pounding heart down.
The last time you bought something for yourself, it disappeared before you could get to it. You didn't have to think too hard as to who ate it— after all, you did take 'tax' for the snack errands you always ran for your eccentric teacher— but that didn't mean you were any less annoyed. At least your little treat still being in the fridge meant he'd been deterred by the other things in there.
A delighted hum leaves your lips, you dig it out and spin towards the drawers, picking through the forks until you find the perfect one. With everything set up, you angle your phone above the Mont Blanc and snap a photo. Without checking, you quickly send it to Yuta and send him a quick message.
[11:12 pm, 08/03/20XX Yū-chan: That looks good, this is the dessert you were telling me about right?]
[11:12 pm, 08/03/20XX Yū-chan: Did you get it from the department store?]
[11:13 pm, 08/03/20XX (y/n): www, yeah]
[11:13 pm, 08/03/20XX (y/n): gojo-sensei didn't eat it this time]
[11:13 pm, 08/03/20XX (y/n): wait arent you on your mission]
[11:14 pm, 08/03/20XX (y/n): stop texting me and focus!!!]
[11:14 pm, 08/03/20XX Yū-chan: I'll be careful, and if I don't respond to your messages, I think I'll get a bit nervous myself]
Looking down at your phone, the tips of your ears start to heat up as your teeth catch onto your bottom lip. You can't do anything other than put down your phone, more than a little flustered at his last message. Instead, you stab your fork into the pastry in an attempt to calm yourself down.
"….that last one was horrible!" Whisper-ranting, Nobara pushes open the door, stumbling in with Maki close behind. "Eh, you're back."
"Hiii," Waving, your other hand covers your mouth, muffling your voice slightly. "You're up late"
You get a cool wave in response, watching as they dig through the cabinets. They rifle past a few bags of snacks until they find the stash Maki had hidden away a while ago. Satisfied with their selection, they settle next to each other.
With a chip against her bottom lip, Nobara asks, "You didn't have a mission today right? Why'd you come back so late?"
"I have a part-time job working at this jewellery store, and we were having promotions so business was a little busy." A little too much frosting got onto the fork, you can't help the little grimace on your lips as you shake it off.
Her eyes widen. "Eh? We can have part-time jobs?"
"Yeah, even Maki-chan and the rest of the second years got one."
You gesture towards the second year with your fork, tipping your head as you do. "Weren't you working at that one store that sells skincare or something?"
She clicks her tongue, "We quit already, now we're looking for some other spot."
"Huh? Wasn't the pay pretty decent?"
"Schedule started getting in the way, we just couldn't keep up with the rotations." Biting into a chip as if it personally offended her, she huffs and tips the bag over for Nobara to sneak a few.
It can't be helped if its like that, it isn't like you have the most reliable schedule either. You've already had to have one of your colleagues cover a few of your shifts when your missions run overtime.
Maki tilts the open bag of chips towards you, gesturing for you to take some with a little shake of the bag. As you reach over the table, she glances at your hand, seemingly flippant until she notices something.
"You really wear a lot of jewellery," A tinge of surprise lines the first year's words.
You can't help the small huff of humour that escapes your nose, "You just noticed?"
Nobara snatches your hand into hers before you can even touch a single chip, turning it over and over before she gestures for your other hand. Her eyes seem to gain some kind of glimmer when she fully realises how many rings are on your fingers, even going so far to fiddle with the bracelets on your wrist.
"I don't get to wear them around here really often, y'know with missions and handling with my kanabo," You laugh, continuing to let her manhandle you around. "And besides, would you trust someone wearing none to give you advice on what to buy?"
After what feels like forever, she finally puts your hands down as she snickers, "Fair, but I'm surprised that a crow hasn't pecked you bare yet though."
"Well that crow would have some good taste then."
Before you can get the chip you've been so temptingly offered, Maki interrupts your plans.
"When you did you get that one?" She points at the ring on your right hand.
"Hm? Ah, this one's new. Its part of the new collection so staff get to have a piece for free." You ferry your hand over once more, resigning yourself to your fate of being the two women's hand model. Despite this, you can't help the prideful whistle in your voice, "One of my colleagues saved this one for me, he said he knew I'd love it the moment he saw it."
Satisfied, she snickers, "He's got a good eye, looks half-way decent on you."
"Thanks." Rolling your eyes, a half-grin tugs on your lips.
You've thoroughly given up on ever getting some chips, so you return to your Mont Blanc with a clink of your fork. Its only when you're halfway finished that you noticed that Nobara is no longer next to Maki anymore, and that there is now a pair of arms wrapped very delicately around your shoulders. Looking up, she's mustered the most pitiful expression you've ever seen on her.
"Senpaiii, where do you work?" Her voice in uncharacteristically sweet, she even nuzzles into you as she struggles to contain her giggles, "Maybe I can come pick you up tomorrow and see what promotions are going on~"
"And I assume you'll be using a certain someone's card?"
"Its not like he notices!"
Her little fit pulls a small bout of laughter from you and Maki, and indulgently you can't help but to pet down her hair. She even goes so far as to poke at your dangling earrings, almost like a cat the way she seems to find something new on you to play with. You merely adjust your hair so she can continue.
A resigned sigh leaves your lips, "I'll be finishing late though and we might encounter some creeps, knowing where I work."
"Huh, even you encounter them?"
"Yeah? You can feel that slimy gaze at your back but you can't even do anything about it."
"Can't you take another route?" Nobara whines, resting her head against yours.
Taking a moment to think, you shake your head. "Not really? The other way back passes by a few bars and drunkards are a whole different nightmare."
Helpfully, Maki pipes up, "You could just beat them up."
The problem was you did do that once. It was late, you just finished your shift after a mid-season sale and you just wanted to get back to the dorms as quick as possible. Then some guy thought it would be a good idea to start following you as if you couldn't sense the sleaze dripping off of him. At that point, you got fed up and hid in a corner, punched him so hard you completely shattered his jaw and got brought in for police questioning all because he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
At the time, you were still in your first year and though you tried to play the clueless highschooler, that guy just wouldn't stop. In the end, you had to call Gojo to come bail you out and all you got out of that incident was to at least knock the guy unconscious next time.
His words, not entirely yours.
"Its better you don't, dealing with the police might be worse." Your vision glazes over for a moment as, your fork mindlessly tapping against the plate. "The one time I did Gojo-sensei had to come bail me out before my family found out."
"And he actually came?"
You snort when you hear the incredulous tone of your junior's voice, "I said I was going to eat all the stuff he made me get for him while I was out."
"Why am I not surprised," She deadpans.
Now that you think about it, its been a year since you've had another incident like that. Inexplicably, a dopey smile pulls across your lips.
Looking back at your dessert, you realise some of it has been swiped off and when you look up, you see Maki licking something off the pads of her fingers. Her face doesn't twist the way it usually does when she steals bites of your food, and she only grins when you fix her with look of helpless disappointment.
By the time you finish your Mont Blanc, Maki finished up her original bag of chip and has since gone digging through the cabinets for another pack. Nobara on the other hand has found her place by your side, having pushed your chairs together so she can lay on your lap in some off position. She's settled for scrolling through her social media feed while showing you and Maki anything that catches her eye.
Quietly, you pick up on a trail of cursed energy lingering outside the kitchen, tendrils of it paw at your ankles, pulling a suppressed hum of laughter from you. The corners of your lips tug up into a small smile, and before the door even opens, you already know who's about to step in.
"Yo." Nobara waves, not even looking up from her phone.
At least Maki has the decency to hazard a glance before she tosses a few snacks towards your direction, clearly intending for the first year on your lap to catch them. "You're finally back."
Yuta accepts these greetings with a small one of his own, a smile appears on his face as the dark circles beneath his eyes seem to lighten. He glides over to your side, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head as a greeting.
Seeing this, the girl once all but laying on you sits up straight, as if bristled the wrong way. A puff of laughter escapes your lips, a reaction that only earns you a sour look.
Just as you're about to say something, Maki steps in and tosses him a pack of rice crackers, probably from the half-open bag meant to be shared. Then just as quickly, she easily comes in between you and Yuta to come muss up your hair and scoop Nobara up. Without even waiting for the noise in your throat to even form, the two of them scamper towards the entrance.
"We're going to head back to our room, 'still got three more movies to finish," She grins.
With a helpless sigh, you can only shake your head and wave them off. "Have fun."
Now alone in the quiet kitchen, Yuta settles in the seat next to you. He's close, thighs and shoulders pressed against each other, and seamlessly, he closes the already small distance. The familiar smell of his clothes and skin fills your senses, a hint of something metallic beneath the comforting scent. Still, you pay no attention to it.
You're placed comfortably onto his lap, his arms wrapped around you as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.
"Welcome back," You hum.
He murmurs into your skin, his warm breath pulling a soft breath from your lips, "I'm home."
"I'm guessing you didn't have any problems with your mission, since you could text me and all." Your indulgent tone only makes him bury himself further into you.
"It wasn't too bad, thank you for worrying about me."
The two of you remain like this for a while, with nothing but the sound of your breathing intertwining with his. Every so often you can hear footsteps approaching, but just as they get closer, they seem to disappear.
His natural warmth seeps into your body as a wave of sleepiness washes over you, your form easily melting into his. Blearily, you blink past your own exhaustion as your yawn stains your words, "You're still a student too, its so unfair you're busy all the time."
He peels himself off of you, his eyes soft with affection as he watches you curl into him. Your hand slips to the chair only for his to slot in, fingers interlocked as your other hand rests on his chest.
"I guess this is what being special grade means?" His voice is breathy with his amusement.
"They're working you like you have nothing else to do," You huff.
"You didn't even follow me when I left work today."
Tracing lines and shapes on his jacket, you can hear his heart quicken ever so slightly, feel his cursed energy curl around your ankles and your wrists in that gentle grasp. It always seem to leak out when he's with you— never menacingly— as if he can't get enough of you, as if just his hands alone aren't enough to have all of you.
Nestled close to him, you whine, "It felt so weird not having you watching over me from the rooftops."
"Sorry." Gently, his free hand fiddles with the hem of your sweater. Then as if realising something, he stops. "Ah, you noticed? Why didn't you say anything?"
You finally meet his soft gaze, and beneath the moonlight, not a hint of panic seems to be present in those peacock blue eyes. Deep in your chest, the warm feeling you've grown so accustomed to only seems to grow.
"At first I wanted to see whether you'd come down yourself, but you just stare at me the whole time."
With a playful push of your lips, your voice is stained by your mirth, "Are you why I haven't needed to knock out some creep in a back alley?"
You've long known why those late nights in the alleys haven't felt as oppressive, how he would somehow always get back to the dorms just a little later than you. It doesn't take a prodigy to put together what he's doing either, not when the signature of his cursed energy is both so foreign and distinct in those parts of the city.
It was time that belonged only to the two of you, walking beneath the dark night sky and amidst the towering buildings, the sensation of his devoted gaze and his presence.
So you simply never said anything.
His voice is gentle and in your ears, his heart has settled, yet the contrast between what he's saying and how he's saying it is simply too much.
"I can't help but be worried for you, you're so cute that anyone would want to follow you home."
"That wouldn't be good, you shouldn't be worried about things like that so its natural I'll take care of that for you."
A flush pools at the tip of your ears, and bubbling in the back of your throat, you can't help the giggle escaping your lips, "Won't you pick me up? I wanna show you off to my colleagues."
"I will, I promise I won't just watch next time." His grasp on your hand tightens, and with an doting smile, "We can even go to the ramen store you were telling me about."
Shooting up, the sudden enthusiasm that fills you softens the indulgence on his features. On instinct, you bring your hands together, bringing his along. "Really?"
Yuta only needs to nod, his smile impossibly fond.
In the afterglow of your momentary joy, you realise that he's taken to running his thumb along your fingers. The thin callouses on the pad of his finger ghost along the rings on your hand, gently tracing a line from your knuckles to your nails. His lips are pursed slightly, a light flush spreads from his cheeks as he continues to admire your hand.
"You're looking at my hands all weird." Unable to fully contain your amusement, your hand twitches at the light touches.
His thumb settles on the base of your ring finger, rubbing soothing circles on your skin. "I'm sorry, I just never realised how pretty your hands look when you have your rings on."
"Most guys would just say I'm wearing too many."
"But you like it, I can't hate something you like."
When he says these kinds of things so casually, you really wonder whether he even thinks before he decides to open his mouth.
Suddenly, his touch fleetingly leaves your skin and you realise its because he has now slipped his ring onto your ring finger. It doesn't quite fit your finger, being just a little too loose and bumping against your other rings. The silver reflects some of the streaming moonlight, light catches on the diamond in the very middle as a gentle current of cursed energy starts to flow into you.
Unable to fully hide your surprise, you laugh, "Rika-chan's going to get mad if you treat her token of love like this."
"She won't, she likes you way more than you think." He shakes his head, his voice helplessly indulgent.
"No way!"
Just as you're about to continue, a heavy presence starts to fill the room. Pooling on the kitchen floorboards, large white hands emerge from besides you as a form manifests behind Yuta. Above you looms the girl in question, your face placed perfectly in front of her mouth.
"Senpaiii~" Her voice is sweeter than usual, and in one swift move, the both of you find yourselves embraced by the cursed spirit.
Though your boyfriend seems to tense up, instinctively placing his hands on your waist, you bring yourself up to hold her face in your hands. Though you're not able to fully hold her, Rika doesn't seem to mind. "Hiii, did you have fun with Yū-chan today?"
"Mhm! Missed youuu!"
"I missed you too," Giggling, you can't help but to litter fleeting kisses on her, your actions pulling small noises of delight that ring in your ears. "You're still so cute, hehe."
Caught up in the rare occasion of seeing Rika, you busy yourself with showering her in affection. She's just as cute as she was a year ago, and you're willing to admit that you missed her just as much as you did Yuta when he was in Africa.
The hands on your waist guide you back down onto his lap, the feeling of the thin callouses on his palms brings a small shiver down your back. When you glance towards him, his expression is still patient, furrowing his brows for but a moment before a kind smile appears on his face.
"Rika, you must be tired after a long day, right?" He coaxes her all the while bringing you closer towards him. Quietly, he slipped his ring off your finger.
With a petulant whine, she cries as she nuzzles herself closer to you, "Noooo, don't wanna leave senpai."
He continues, "But senpai's had a long day, we can't play if we're all tired, right?"
Her grasp on the both of you loosens, then as if conceding, she slowly disappears back into the dark shadows. Before she can fully de-manifest, you reach out for her yet all you manage to get is a ghosting of her fingertips, the sharp feeling of her presence melting away.
Huffing, you playfully puff your cheeks. "Yū-chan, you're so mean! I haven't seen Rika-chan in so long!"
He doesn't say anything, simply looking up at you with a pitiful look and slight pout of his lips.
"You can't seriously be jealous of her?!" A choked breath of delight and disbelief leaves your lips as you feel him hold onto you tighter. You adjust yourself, cradling his face in your hands as you playfully squish his cheeks. Despite the redness of his face, he averts his gaze and continues to sulk.
He's way cuter than her when he gets like this, and a part of you thinks he's figured out this fixation of yours a long time ago.
Left with no other choice, you lean in to press a kiss to the corner of his lips. "Come on, she's seriously cute but you're my boyfriend."
Yuta's hand envelopes yours, he leans into your touch. Gently, he presses a kiss to your palm and his warm breath tickles the tender skin, coaxing a hitched breath from your lips.
"Yū-chan…"
His lips trail higher towards your fingertips until the tip of your ring finger presses against his lip. Before you can figure out what he's doing, he takes the finger into his mouth. Its warm, his tongue soft beneath your touch. As a shaky breath leaves your lips, the sudden sting of his teeth coming down onto the base of your finger rips a choked noise from your throat, "No way—!"
He doesn't let up, biting around the base until he pulls away to reveal a distinct ring of teeth marks, a thin trail of saliva breaks. You're quick to press your finger to your lips, trying to soothe the pain and lap up the remnants of his impulsive act.
"Sorry, did that hurt?" His eyes are crinkled together, an affectionate smile across his lips as he brings your hand back to his lips. Its as if he knows where the pain is, his tongue peeking out to lick the mark in apology. "I want to add to your collection one day but I want to get the size just right."
Though you fix him with a weak glare, the affection on his face merely softens as he murmurs, "So this will have to do for now."
"Pervert, if you knew it'd hurt why'd you do it?"
Your huffing only earns you a light laugh, and yet despite that, you can't help but to whine a little, "You could always just come into the store y'know? We sell pair rings too."
Peeling your hand away from him, you take the chance to return to your previous position, slipping your bitten hand into his and interlocking your fingers. A small surge of your cursed energy leaks out, twining itself around his ring finger.
"You always look so disappointed when you see them, and I don't want you to wear something you won't love." His voice is soft, murmured against your skin as he pecks another kiss to your forehead.
"That's because guys never know how to pick them! They somehow always pick some cheap looking design their girlfriends hate."
A breath of amusement leaves his lips, and when you meet his gaze, it feels as if he's only capable of indulging all your little whims and wants. He smiles, impossibly softer, "Then let's pick one out together, okay?"
"(l/n), the new chairs came in, could you get them in?" Your senior calls for you, holding the door open as she gestures towards the furniture in question.
The chairs are all stacked up on the street, about six of them that were meant to be carried in by the movers. Though a hint of a grimace threatens to break onto your face, you manage to reign it in. "Got it!"
You breeze past her, easily lifting the stack of chairs into your arms. Your ears catch on another voice, another one of your colleagues rushing towards you.
"Wait, let me help you—" He pants, a little out of breath.
Ishida pushes him aside, giving you more space so that you can bring everything in. "Don't bother, you look like you'll crumple trying."
"And you think (l/n) won't….?!"
"Look at you, all skin and bones." She laughs, poking at his arm with a mocking tease, "You'd be thrown around like a rag doll."
'Skin and bones' is an understatement, sometimes you think Higuchi must be a victim of childhood malnutrition. You can feel him staring into the back of your head as you arrange the chairs around the store, his eyes following your every move even when you retreat back to your post behind the counter.
Pointedly, you make a point to ignore his occasional glances to think about when Yuta is coming and how slow business has been today. Staring at your hands against wooden counters, a small sigh unconsciously leaves your lips. Every person that passes by only makes you perk up, only to realise that it isn't him.
The ring of the bell signals another customer, and when you glance towards the door, your heart picks up.
You beckon him over, a smile involuntarily spreading across your face. "Yū-chan, you're here!"
Yuta makes his way over, his hand resting on yours as you greedily absorb his familiar warmth. Ignoring the intense look aimed your way from besides you again, you bring his attention towards the display between you two.
"Ah these are the new arrivals."
As expected, he's diligent when it comes to his selection, since the first pair he points out is of two delicate bands, twisted into a mobius right in the very middle. Shyly, he notes, "This pair looks nice, it fits your current rings."
"But isn't it too thin for you? What if it breaks during missions?" You take it out of the display case, carefully placing it in the velvet tray on the counter. Upon inspecting the rings, his lips purse. As the two of you ponder over the current design, a different set catches your eye. "Look at this one, its cute right?"
"Try it on!"
"Mhm, it looks good especially when we're holding hands."
"Hehe, yeah it does, doesn't it?"
Looking at your joined hands, the rings glimmer beneath the bright lights, the red and blue crystal embedded on your respective rings peeking out. They fit perfectly, and with the thicker band, it means neither of you have to worry about it breaking on you mid-fight.
A dopey smile subconsciously spreads across your face as a warmth seems to flush at the very tips of your ears. Yuta's little breath of mirth and the gentle expression on his face urges your attention, and he hums, "Then let's get this one."
He carefully removes his ring to place it on the tray, and so do you. Just as you're about to head towards the counter, Higuchi stops you.
"(l/n), you're clocking out soon right?" He grins, his hands brushing over yours as he takes the tray. The light touch brushes over the teeth marks on your finger and you can't help the hitch in your breath. "Let me help you ring that up."
"Ah thanks." On instinct, you bow your head, the giddy expression on your face falling for just a moment. As you turn back to your boyfriend, your voice pitches higher in excitement, "Yū-chan, I'll be back soon, 'kay?"
"Mhm, take your time."
By the time you've packed up your belongings and sorted out your time sheet, Higuchi's weak complexion seems to have gotten worse, having already rung up your purchase. Belatedly, you notice your boyfriend's sleeves have been pushed back, revealing more of his forearms and the deep bite marks you left all over them.
Giddily, you sidle to his side and on instinct, he takes your bag. Carefully slung over his shoulder alongside his sword bag. A coldness spreads from your fingertips, his hand slips into yours and his tight grasp settles your heart.
"I'm done, thank you for today Higuchi-san." You give him a little bow and before you forget, you turn to your senior. "Ah, thank you for today too Ishida-san."
Ishida only laughs at your little display, having clearly watched the both of you the entire time. There's a mischievous edge to her expression and a part of you worries for what your next shift with her is going to be like. "Take care, have fun with your little boyfriend."
"Mhm, yeah." Compared to his earlier enthusiasm, Higuchi only takes a quick glance at the both of you before he averts his eyes.
Satisfied, a small sound of delight leaves your lips as you tug on your joined hands, urging Yuta to follow along. The rhythm of his footsteps after yours slow as he catches up with you, his amusement puffing out in little breaths.
"Hehe, hear that?" The corners of your eyes are crinkled, and as you enter the busy night streets, you feel him tug you closer towards him.
He smiles, "Yeah, let's go for dinner, alright?"
Your steps align into a one, steady rhythm, and though the autumn chill has started to settle in, your face flushes with warmth, "Mhm! There's a place that does fish sets, and they do free unlimited rice refills!"
"Oh and there's a dorayaki stall just nearby too!"
You pull up your phone to search for the restaurant, scrolling through your listings and showing it off to him. His eyes trail to your screen, the sticky feeling of his gaze leaves your form and suddenly some part of you deflates.
"That sounds good, is it really unlimited refills?" He only takes a brief moment to glance through the menu.
"It is! I made sure to check and lots of reviews mention that," With a half-grin, you playfully swing your joined hands. "You always end up hungry after we visit these kinds of restaurants so I made sure."
Yuta's hand squeezes yours tighter, a doting smile blooms across his lips,"You didn't have to do that, I don't mind going a bit hungry."
"You shouldn't! You should always eat 'till you're full!"
"Seriously, it isn't like you're broke," Your brows furrow together as you huff. "Mhm, well even if you are, your senpai makes good money y'know."
Shaking his head, his voice has a helpless tinge, "No way, when it comes to things like paying, senpai should just worry about having fun."
As the familiar term of address reaches your ears, a thought surfaces in your mind.
"Are you going to keep calling me that when we're married?" You hum, your words broken up by your own mirth.
There's a teasing glimmer in his eyes, and then as if to think, he hums, "Ah, then would (y/n)-chan be better?"
The way he says your name is gentle, too affectionate and heavy despite his light tone, and in that very instant, your heart drums in your very ears as your ears rush with blood.
"At least warn me next time! You're so unfair! Unfair!"
Yuta only watches you as your steps grow faster, the little laugh that slips past his lips as you pull him along tighter. In just a few steps, he catches up to you and the feeling of a kiss to the side of your head only seems to make your heart beat impossibly faster. "You're really too cute."
All you can do is huff, and yet you can't help it. Your body is always so honest when you're with him, its no wonder that joy seems to so easily bleed into your life.
You don't even need to think about what your future holds. With him, with the feelings he gives you, you don't need to wonder at all.
based on that one question he answered in the new manga interview or whatever it was. everything he says feels like a curveball
gn! reader, potentially ooc sae
divider by @/pixopix !
everyone knows itoshi sae as a stoic-faced, brutally blunt, and cold person. as his partner… you kind of agree.
look, it's not that he doesn't show you he loves you or anything like that — he does! words were never his forte. unless they were used to point out someone's flaws, but that's beside the point. when it comes to compliments, they were not his strong suit. you knew what you were getting into when you started dating him, so this was never something that bothered you.
however…
it is a little very unsettling to see him watching a compilation of silly cat videos on the tv like he's analysing a football match.
the poor cat on the tv was meowing its little heart out in protest of being removed from its owner's bag, and while you were cooing quietly to yourself, sae was just staring at the screen like he was going to give pointers on how to better remove a cat from a bag.
this isn't the first instance of this borderline troubling behaviour, not at all.
another instance was when you were both watching some comedy show on the tv (again, because sae would rather score an own goal than actually go to a live one), and while you were busy laughing so hard your stomach hurt, there was not a single peep from sae.
in fact, when you glanced over, his face was perfectly blank.
just what is going on inside his head?!
admittedly, you're no expert on sae, as much as you wish you were. but that enigma of a man was like a ten-thousand piece puzzle where the other half of it just went missing, so there's no way of completing it at all.
that leads you to where you are now, lying in your shared bed, and just staring at him like a creep. his bangs were down (a big win for you), his unfairly long underlashes rested on his cheeks, teal eyes so clear you could see yourself reflected in them, and — wait, you could see yourself in them?
"you have a staring problem." sae's bluntness knows no rest even to his own partner, calling you out without hesitation. getting caught staring, not that you were really being subtle about it, sends warmth rushing to your cheeks as a pout forms on your lips.
"you're mean," you huff, turning on your back. "can't i stare at my boyfriend?"
"when you start to stare, you're planning something." he sighs, still judging you.
"i was thinking, actually…"
"nothing good, i'm sure."
"i'm starting to think you only like making fun of me."
"mm, yeah." had your ears not been on high alert, you would've missed it. it, of course, refers to your boyfriend laughing.
"wait." you sit up with startled movements, staring at him with surprise. "did you just laugh?"
"so?"
"it's just, well, i don't think i've seen or heard you laugh before…! like… when we watched those cat videos, or those comedy specials, you've never laughed, not even once! i was starting to think you didn't know how to…"
somehow, it's even creepier seeing him actually laugh. it's not full-blown or anything, a very normal laugh by any means, but it really did feel odd.
"who says i need my face to laugh, silly? i can laugh in my heart."
is this really your boyfriend???
"but when it's you… i'll laugh with my face, too, since you're so curious."
itoshi sweet talker sae, there'll be a day you get back at him!
…but that day is not today. right now, you'll giggle and kick your feet and cling to him like your life depends on it.
Your second goodwill event doesn't go the way you thought it would. You wanted to protect your newly minted junior, instead you ended up being defeated embarrassingly fast and exposed yourself at the same time.
Note: some liberties since we don't know who else was in the 2017 goodwill event, kirara uses she/her pronouns
//i have no idea how to explain this but just know in my mind this reader is from osaka
Last year, you had been dragged to the sister school goodwill event just to make up the numbers. You'd like to think you did pretty well if you ignore what happened with a certain someone from Kyoto.
This year, you had some high hopes that not only would you not be recruiting one of the four first years but that you'd get to finally escape that humiliation. No one tells you that some third-year has been put out of commission, no one tells you that one of the poor first years is joining, and no one tells you that the first-year joining is your white-jacket, problem-child junior.
You only came to learn of this when you had heard a familiar set of panicked footsteps from behind.
Whipping back, you can't help the shock that cross your face. "Yuta-chan?"
"Why are you here?" Then as if suddenly remembering, you slap a hand over your mouth before baulking, "Oh my god, he's going to get destroyed!"
Hakari, who's just a little ahead of you, only sneers, "He'll be fine, he isn't that helpless."
"Kirara-chan, do something!" You turn to your other friend, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"Sorry, but we needed the numbers," She shrugs.
As if unaware of what attending the goodwill event really means, Yuta only anxiously looks around, his gaze shifting from the third years, to your fellow second years and finally on you. You don't know what that glimmer in his eyes is, whether its tears or simply his natural state, but as he looks at you with that shaky and dependent gaze, your heart softens.
And the thought of someone else bullying that expression out of him, it just makes you irritated.
Resolving yourself, you place a hand on his shoulder, "Its fine, just stick with me, okay?"
"If anything happens, I can protect you."
From behind, you can faintly hear a certain someone making fake gagging noises.
All too quickly, he bows at a near perfect 90 degree angle while yelling, "I'll be in your care, thank you!"
"Tch, quit acting as if you're going to win the whole thing for him. You're just going to make him do all your dirty work," Hakari jeers.
You direct a withering glare at him, lips pulled into a grimace that gets him raising his hands in mock-surrender. "Sheesh, damn okay."
Someone is still making gagging noises, and you're certain that if you look back, she's probably pulling a ridiculous face too. Its honestly getting a little excessive, even Yuta is trying to check on her.
"Ignore Kirara-chan, she's a little touched in the head," Sighing, you wave her off.
"Hey!"
"Uegh! Ew! Get off me! You aren't a cat coughing up a hairball on me!"
Before the goodwill event actually happens, you've managed to catch your junior up on the general rules as well as sneak in some additional training. Though there's just this nagging feeling that you've forgotten something important, it isn't something like forgetting to turn off a plug, more like something way, way worse.
Its only when the day comes that you suddenly realise what, or rather who you forgot.
Spinning on your heels, you grab Yuta by his shoulders, ignoring the loud thump that comes from your abandoned tetsubo.
"Yuta-chan, if you see a big guy who's probably shirtless and saying crazy things, run the other way," With utmost seriousness in your voice, you even give him a little shake as if to further cement your point.
He trembles, all but jumping under your touch, "Huh?? What???"
"Just run, do not listen to him, do not talk to him, RUN." Shooken again, his face twists into a mix of confusion and fear.
"You may not be able to completely outrun him, but hopefully he'll have found someone else while going after you."
Then, as if the gods heard your desperate prayer, the very source of your panic seems to manifest from thin air. That near oppressive aura, one that doesn't rely on cursed energy but rather through sheer presence, almost pulls a desperate tear from your eye.
"(l/n)!"
A hot tear really does flow down your cheek, and though the quick glance of your dear junior's concerned expression is enough for that tear to become one of joy, you can't help but to turn your gaze towards the ground.
"Don't look away! You will tell me your type today!"
"Senpai what is he talking about?"
You look to the man in question, a wrathful glare that would otherwise have anyone watching their attitude directed at him. "Todo always asks people he meets what their type is, except he was a bit too rough with me last year and I got half my answer out."
"He kept pestering me at the infirmary and I agreed to tell him this year if he manages to break out from my technique," With a sigh, you let go of Yuta and pick your tetsubo back up.
"Which I will."
"I hope he won't."
Todo, now pleased that you're aware of his inevitability, turns his attention to the now quivering first year. He points at him and declares, "You're next, first year."
He only points at himself, an absolutely terrified glimmer reflecting in those large eyes.
Before anything can be said, the sharp sound of the starting whistles blares through the skies. Your body moves on instinct, urging Yuta to follow along before you can get targetted. In your heart, all you can do is hope Hakari sticks to the plan the three of you carelessly came up with.
Holding out your hand, you let out a half-grin, "Come on! Let's get out of here before Kinji-kun gets too fired up."
Though he hesitates, eventually a coolness slots into your palm and with a quick tug, you've dragged him along in your swift escape. His fingers dig into your hand, holding onto you as if you're his only lifeline.
When you think you've put enough distance and all you hear is the wind and your own footsteps, only then do you set him down in a clearing.
Most of the participants this time around aren't really worth spending that much energy on, and the only really big nuisance is— of course— Todo himself. If you get too tired, you won't be able to run from him. Glancing at your companion from the corner of your eyes, a brilliant idea surfaces.
You call for him, a hint of mirth lines your words, "Yuta-chan, you don't mind handling yourself for a bit, do you?"
"Eh, me? Are you sure I can? I don't want to drag you down anymore than I am." Wide-eyed, his voice wavers a little.
Amused, you only hum, "Maki-chan told me you've improved a lot, and all that's here are some low-level cursed spirits and washed up grade 3s."
"Don't disappoint me, 'kay?"
At that, he flushes a little but gives you a determined nod.
And you'll admit, he's actually pretty good considering his complete lack of jujutsu knowledge prior to coming here. The fly-heads that's come after the both of you are quickly cut down the moment he realises they're there. Though he struggles a little with the larger ones, it isn't to be unexpected.
Comparatively, there isn't any student approaching you right now which you're both thankful and a little annoyed about. Its always when you resolve to do nothing that nothing happens.
She was right though right now he's still clearly reliant on that sword of his.
As he takes on an undulating cursed spirit, you furrow your brows. Beneath your feet, a strong current of cursed energy comes from behind Yuta. Unfortunately for whoever it is, they've just leaked their position to you. Lazily, a large hand bursts out from besides you and shoots through the dense forest. From the gaps in the trees, you can see some third year struggling in your grasp, physically clawing at the apparational fingers and trying to overwhelm it with a small burst of cursed energy. Narrowing your eyes, you only tighten your technique's grip, a satisfying crack echoing in the distance, before you throw them against a nearby tree trunk.
Only when you no longer feel their cursed energy does the hand retreat, disappearing back into the ground.
Kurata, you think? He would've been a bit of a nuisance if he targetted Yuta, and then he'd get to see him all determined and cute. It was for the better you took him out now.
Flicking some ooze of his sword, he turns to you. "Senpai, are you okay? You look a little distracted."
"Hehe, are you worried about me?" A small whistle of delight tinges your words, "I know I'm cute but you should focus on what's about to charge into you and not me."
His eyes dart away, a heavy flush spreading across his face as he splutters, "N-no! That's not— I mean, I—"
Another huff of laughter puffs from your lips, your hand covering your mouth as if it could hide your clear amusement.
Something flying past at high speeds suddenly buzzes in your ears, and your expression drops. Thinking for a second, you place a hand in front of Yuta to stop him. "Wait a bit, Nishimiya-chan is being annoying again."
Instinctively, you look up to catch the front end of a broom and without hesitation, cursed energy starts to surge before a large hand erupts from the ground. In an instant, it grabs onto the broom and whips its owner downwards towards the ground.
You almost feel bad, though not bad enough to really give her a fair chance.
A faint hum of cursed energy comes from besides you and with a quick glance, another hand reaches up from the ground to crush the lunging low-level cursed spirit in its palm.
When you look back to the fallen Momo, you flip the tetsubo in your hand, the cool metal stinging your skin as you smile, "No hard feelings, yeah?"
Before she can respond, you slam the wooden handle onto her, knocking her unconscious.
Flipping your weapon back around, you turn back to check on Yuta only to find him staring at you wide-eyed and awed. It almost looks like he's rooted in place, a hint of flush at the tips of his ears.
"You're really cool…" He blurts out.
"Eh?" A hint of laughter tinges your voice as an incredulous grin spreads across your lips, you only point to yourself.
As if he had said some foul thing, he raises his hands as he rushes to explain himself, "I mean y-your technique is really cool! The way you can just grab someone out of the air like that! And then you just crushed that curse so easily!"
You didn't think he could get any cuter, if he keeps this up, you'll just want to keep showing off in front of him.
"Of course," With a prideful flourish and a faint flush at your ears, you smile as you tap his arm with the end of your weapon. "I'll tell you a little secret."
"My cursed technique detects and goes after cursed energy, so as long as someone or something has enough traces of cursed energy, and I know they're there, I'll be able to grab them."
"And since you got so much, if anything happens to you, I can just pull you out of the way so you don't get hurt."
"It won't be fun though, Kinji-kun told me it's like being on a really bad rollercoaster."
Now that you think about it, he said it was like a not-up-to-code rollercoaster and that the car had flung off the tracks, and the seatbelts were strapped everywhere around him. You remember the first time he said that, you whacked him with your tetsubo and then got hit by his train doors.
He averts his gaze, his shoulders shrinking into himself. "I hope not, I really don't want to burden you anymore."
Your lip catches between your teeth and your brow furrows. You raise your hand, pulling a sharp flinch from him until he notices how gently you're patting his head. His hair is surpisingly soft, a little like petting a dog. When he still doesn't meet your gaze, your hand trails downwards, gently gripping his jaw between your fingers.
Clearly, he wasn't expecting you to do that. His already wide eyes seem to tremble, more profound than when Todo singled him out.
"Idiot, its our duty as your seniors to help you and care for you, okay?" Huffing, you let out a half-smile, ignoring the way your heart clenched when he flinched. "And who said you're a burden? You're clearing out everything I don't wanna deal with."
"And you're doing great at that."
Giving him one last pat, you urge him to keep up as you stride off, "Now come on, we've got more points to rack up."
"Yes!" And as if you'd breathed new life into his lungs, your junior perks up and chases after you, his steps nipping after your heels.
An odd quietness seems to fall upon the two of you, you can't seem to sense anything nearby and any noise is too far away to be approaching you. Yuta switches between walking ahead and trailing after you, seemingly undecided between the two paces until you force him to follow your pace.
Though, you can't quite seem to shake an ominous feeling.
Offhandedly, you roll your wrists. "You know, I'm a little surprised we haven't—"
In your chest, that feeling throbs and when you turn around, the split second that you're afforded is all you need to regret your previous words. Though you're fast enough to use your cursed technique and summon two pairs of hands to grab onto whoever snuck up behind you, they quickly break out of it.
"Shi—!" Before you can react, you're slammed back into a tree, your head crashing heavily against the sturdy bark. Though your head swims with pain, you grit through it to quickly drag Yuta out of the warpath and encase your attacker in your manifested hands.
Though faint, you hear someone calling for you.
When your vision clears up again, you find your worst nightmare obediently remaining in your grasp. You won't say his expression is one of pride but its definitely something similar to it. You're about to summon another hand to crush him when you realise he's being a little quiet for your tastes.
"Why aren't you moving?" You sneer.
As if it was obvious, Todo merely shrugs. "You can't answer me if you aren't conscious."
"Is it really that important to know?" The pain that wracks through your form seems to be forgotten in favour of your almost incomprehensible confusion, and though a dark spot suddenly appears in your sight, you push through it to continue griping, "You're just going to call me weird!"
He ignores your hesitance, casually breaking out of your technique with a flourish. "Of course! The shape of a person's desire is the true indicator of their very being!"
Despite his freedom, he abides by what he said, patiently waiting for you to catch your breath and regain your grip on your weapon. You aren't the kind of person to go back on your promises, but surely someone like him wouldn't understand.
Left without a way out, you close your eyes and blurt out, "I also like men who are like abandoned dogs in the rain and who cling to me!"
Nothing but the wind and distant clashing echoes in your ears, not a hint of cursed energy thrums in your senses nor an approaching strike to slam into your form. Cautiously, you take a peek only to find him staring at you with a weird look, as if trying to figure you out.
"Say something!" Despair tinges your voice, the lack of response all but wringing your already throbbing brain.
His features shift, a slightly more pleasant shift that seems to entail a kind of approval. Slowly, he approaches you, even as you grip onto your tetsubo tighter.
"You know what you want, I can respect that," As he comes closer, unimpeded by the hands that reach out to stop him, his voice now beared a hint of acclaim. "You must not let the opinions of others distort what your soul truly desires."
"Stand proud, (l/n)."
At a loss for words, all you could do was blankly stare at him. "That's actually kind of nice to hear from you."
A rustle from the bushes interrupts the tension as a figure in a white jacket emerges from the foliage, clearly more than a little ruffled up. Him appearing now is the complete opposite of what you want, you thought you flung him far enough!
Yuta reaches for you, just a step too late before he's dragged back by your technique. "Senpai!"
"I see it now, I won't hold back." In a single move, Todo clears the distance between the two of you, those last words a portent of your impending defeat.
More hands burst out from the ground to restrain your opponent, and though brief, you manage to maneuver yourself behind him. Striking the back of his head with a heavy swing of your tetsubo, the reprieve you get is temporary as he quickly whips around.
Before you can pull yourself back, another heavy strike lands on your stomach, pushing all the air from your lungs. You can feel blood pool in the back of your throat, and though you swing back with your weapon, he merely shrugs it off.
Just as he lands his final blow, you yell, "Get out of here!"
When you open your eyes, it isn't to a dark night sky but to a tall wooden ceiling. You've been all bundled up in some thin sheets and your head feels like its been put through the wringer, all the blood in your body rushing to your brain. Out of the corner of your bleary vision, you catch the hint of dark hair and instinctively shoot out.
A gentle yet anxious voice rings in your ears, "Senpai, don't rush yourself."
"Yuta-chan!" Though you can barely see, you can just about make out the vague sillohuette of your junior sitting by your bedside. Your hands reach out to grab him, panickedly running over his face and arms to feel for any injuries. He stiffens, though quickly relaxes when you move to his hands. Your throat hurts a little from dryness, but not enough to stop you from asking, "Are you alright? You weren't beaten too badly right?"
"I wasn't, thank you for worrying about me." He shakes his head, averting his gaze to stare at your lap.
Then as if realising something, he fumbles for something by the bedside. As your vision clears, you find him presenting a small cup of water for you to drink.
Accepting it, your fingertips briefly brush against his as you smile, "Ah, thanks."
"Did you manage to escape Todo?"
"Uhm…"
"How about everyone else? Did you run into some troublesome Kyoto student?"
Under your rapid questioning, he seems to only shrink into himself even more, as if afraid to answer you. Furrowing your brow, you can only sigh helplessly and let up. Even if he's special grade, even if he has Rika, you can't help but worry that he got bullied and someone got to see him all scared.
In a small voice, he carefully meets your gaze. "Rika helped me, apparently we managed to defeat everyone."
"Ehhh?" Incredulously, a smile creeps up on your lips.
Placing a hand on his head, you ruffle up his already messy hair as you laugh, "I knew our cute junior would be good, and Rika-chan is such a sweet girl to help you out."
"You both did so well."
Yuta seems to melt beneath your touch, the tenseness in his shoulders slipping away as his pursed lips finally relax. He's really cute like this, so much so you can't help wanting to tease him a little more.
"As a reward for winning, I'll fulfill any request you have." The moment he processes what you said, a soft flush spreads from his cheeks and yet, though you expected him to panic and refuse, he shyly urges for your attention.
Almost too quietly, you have to strain to hear him. "How did you answer Todo senpai's question last year?"
"Seriously? That's what you want?"
Your deadpan response earns you the reaction you were expecting earlier, the young man in front of you fumbles with his hands as if unsure where to put them, sputtering trying to explain himself.
"I told him I liked men with long legs, sad eyes and a voice that makes my body seize up," Humming, you recount the exact words you said last year. When you look over to check on him, there's a complicated glimmer in those dark eyes, the eye bags beneath them somehow a little heavier. With a whistle of humour in your voice, you reach out to tip his head up. "Weird huh? Kinji-kun thinks I just want a loser to bully and Kirara-chan thinks I want a dog."
"But a boyfriend who listens to my every whim and want all the while being able to put me in my place is especially appealing."
"Too bad its hard to find someone like that…" With a wistful sigh, you can only lament the state of men nowadays.
As you do so, the front flap of your uniform falls over. Your fingers reach out to fasten it but you notice that the metal button is no longer there, probably ripped off during your encounter with Todo.
Suddenly, he murmurs, his voice squeezed from his chest, "You will find someone like that—"
"—You deserve to fall in love with someone you like." The sudden conviction that seemed to run through him leaves you speechless, your lips parting instinctively.
When he looks at you like this— far different from his usual demeanour— your heart drums harder. The fact that something as silly as your off-handed complaint about dating could get you such an earnest response, you just can't explain this feeling.
It just can't be helped, Maki is a little too headstrong and doesn't want to depend on you, Toge just says things that gets him glared at and well… Panda isn't that bad, just a little nosy. Your own seniors aren't particularly interested in the affairs of you juniors either. This kind of honest care is a little foreign in this world.
You smile, a soft flush of your own burning at the tips of your ears. "You're so cute, if you find someone like that, send them my way, 'kay?"
Yuta quickly averts his gaze, his face getting even redder as he shyly nods. The mirthful breath that leaves your lips doesn't go unnoticed by him, nor does the delighted smile, glancing back at you as a smile of his own creeps up on his face.
From beyond the small infirmary, the low murmur of a familiar voice echoes.
"I see, I see," They continue, muttering to themselves as if plotting a radical new scheme. "(l/n)'s type and Okkotsu's type…"
love love love the 3rdyear!reader x yuta 🤤 may i ask if there's more parts? ><
i'm planning on writing more for them and trying to figure out the timeline of a bunch of stuff but the next one will be during yuta's first goodwill event 🙏🙏🙏 please look forward to reader getting harassed for their type in men
In 99% of relationships, the most common thing to steal is articles of clothing. Luckily, or unluckily, your relationship with Yuta isn't part of the 99%.
Note, suggestive themes, they're both mega perverts, Yuta stole reader's underwear and reader sniffs his, mention of masturbation, technically connected to this but can be read on its own
//i want to do a mini-series of just stupid things they get up to
Yuta's room has a certain smell that you can't quite put your finger on.
Curled up in his bed with the sheets around the two of you, you bury your face into a pillow as the movie playing on your computer screen cuts to an opulent bathhouse. It smells faintly like his detergent, a hint of his minty shampoo and something else that seems to linger in these walls of his. Its floral and a little powdery, but it's so faint that you can't pin down anything else.
Maybe your sense of smell has gone numb, a little too used to smelling foul decay or iron-filled ooze.
"We should go to Arima Onsen one day," You murmur absentmindedly, resting your head on his shoulder as you slip your hand into his. In an instant, his fingers interlock with yours, that familiar cool spreading across your palm." 'be nice to soak during winter."
"Then we could go buy tansan senbei or boar meat buns. Oh, and then we have to get the karinto manju and the chestnuts," A yawn escapes from your lips as you finish, your eyelids all but in love with one another as the rising music of the movie plays in your ears.
Yuta brings you in closer, letting you rest in his embrace as he laughs, "Do you want to go for the hot springs or the food?"
You furrow your brows, mustering the energy to stare at him for even asking such an obvious question. Helplessly, he concedes and a doting smile appears on his lips.
Half awake and half dozing off, you nuzzle into his shoulder, the tip of your nose grazing against his exposed neck. You smell it again, it's even fainter on him, an anomaly in his familiar scent. His breath wavers, the hand holding yours tightening almost imperceptibly. When you look up, you find his face covered in a faint blush.
Internally, you laugh. No matter how much he 'changed', he's still that cute boy you met a year ago.
"I'm going to go the bathroom really quick," He murmurs, his voice just barely louder than the movie's dialogue.
"Okaaayy."
The scene you had paused on is unexpectedly bright, still shining through your eyelids. Unwillingly, you open your eyes and instead lazily look around his room. His sword bag is still neatly placed by the door, you don't know whether he's realised the ribbon you have on your bag strap is his original sageo, the fabric that is now wrapped around his sword a replica you had retied some while ago.
Yuta already has very little personal items in his rooms, a large majority of his non-necessities are photos of him and his friends plus the few knickknacks he picked up in Africa. So when a mysterious box, haphazardly tucked away in the bedside cabinet, catches your eye, the curiosity that wells inside of you is near unimaginable.
You know you shouldn't go snooping around, if he's taken the effort to hide it there then it must be something important to him. But the more you think about it, the more you look at it, the more your mind races with possibilities.
It could be some smaller things that the second-years have given him, you know that they've accidentally gotten way into gachapon machines once and that's how you ended up with a small army of various key-chains. It could be some stuff of Rika's or even…!
In the end, the burning desire wins out. After checking that he's still in the bathroom, you slip out out the bed and reach for the box, the wooden floors chilling your legs as you lift up the lid. Inside are what look like a random array of items, a 500 yen coin, a folded piece of tissue and a button. Seemingly random items that don't really look like belong to him.
As you continue, your fingers land on a smooth metallic surface and when you dig it out, you realise its a hair clip you lost. The twisted metal detailing are polished, the clasping mechanism still as smooth as the day you got it.
In your unearthing, you had accidentally flicked out something from within, a student ID now face down on the floor. Sliding it into your palm, your breath hitches in your throat when you see the name and face that's on it.
The doors slide open, and when you turn around holding the card, Yuta's eyes widen.
"Yū-chan, why do you have my old ID card?" Your smile doesn't meet your eyes, the photo of your 16 year old self mocks you from the corner of your eyes.
He approaches you, his movements surprisingly calm. Joining you on the floor, he picks up the hair clip, the small clip almost comical in his palm.
"These are all the things I collected of yours."
You pull a face, clearly not believing him. "Ehh, no way."
The expression on his face is doting, a small breath escapes his lips as he urges you to look for yourself.
Picking up the button you saw earlier, the grooves of the pattern dig into your skin. You hold it up to your heart where it'd usually be buttoned. Its quite shiny, much more polished than any of the buttons on your uniforms.
You reach into the box again, this time you pull out an old mission report with the description box scratched out. Its from one you went on a year ago with Yuta before he regained his special grade status, and after a particularly difficult battle that had you carrying him back to campus, you had filled the report out while he got treated by Shoko. But your own exhaustion had caught up to you at that point, and you remember your handwriting had gotten so sloppy that you tossed it into the trash and resolved to write it in the morning anew.
His name barely even looks like a word— like your hand stumbled through the strokes of the first character— your own name isn't even legible.
A small breath of amusement leaves your lips, "I thought I threw this away, what did you do? Go digging around in the trash?"
He reaches over, his hand ghosting over his name in your writing. "Ms. Shoko thought you left it, so she gave it to me."
That amusement turns into a laugh you can't quite control as his eyes soften, "And you kept it? You can barely even read your name!"
"Oh, and what's this—" Picking up the folded tissue, you carefully unfold it only to reveal a pick stain on the inside. "Eh?"
He notices your confusion, his voice a little breathy, "Its your lipstick, when we went out to celebrate my return, you wiped it off before eating."
"Really? I don't even know what colour this one is."
"Its the one with the red gradient on the bottle," He answers quickly.
"You remember that too?" Laughing, you fold it back up before continuing to look through the box.
There's some hair ties, the other half of earrings you swore you'd never see again, an empty bottle of nail strengthener, small things you wouldn't even think twice about. You're certain that if he had never left, this box would have been overrun with more of your stuff. At least now you know how he managed to figure out the specific brands you use.
As you take out a note you had written for him, your fingertips graze against a bit of fabric. You don't recognise the material, its too smooth to be part of your uniform and a little too thick to be from a scrap of your tights.
"Wait, please don't—"
The moment you pull it out, the familiar strawberry patterned fabric has you at a loss. Turning to face him, it feels as if a dark shadow has fallen upon your face.
"….Yū-chan."
A heavy flush has spread across his face, those dark eyes wet and trembling. With a pitiful expression, Yuta weakly whispered, "I'm sorry."
You don't speak, only staring at him, strawberry print underwear in hand. Squirming beneath your gaze, he shifts between you and the offending item all the while his ears grow hotter and hotter.
"Why did you have to take this one!? This one isn't even cute!" Sighing, you throw it at him. He just barely catches it before fumbling with it. Your face half twisted with a grimace, half fighting a smile, all you can do is whine, "If you wanted my underwear you could've just asked, I would have given you a better pair."
"Who would ask for something like this so blatantly?" He baulks.
"You could have!"
"Wouldn't you have complained if I took one of your favourite ones?"
An incredulous huff leaves your lips. "Yeah but at least I'd be pleased to know my boyfriend has good taste when I eventually find out."
Still a little aggrieved, you ignore the delighted smile that's already made its way onto your face, further ignoring the warmth at the tip of your ears when he takes your hands into his.
"Its still yours, whether its cute or not doesn't really matter to me," His voice is soft, as if you're angry over something that actually matters and not that he took your ugliest pair of underwear.
All the fight in you just fizzles out, blankly staring at the red piece of clothing on the floor. A thought, once fleeting but now undeniably taking over your brain, surfaces.
You know if that you had as many of his things as he does yours— when all you have are pens he's used, a stray button from his white jacket, shoe laces you hastily untied, a fork he once ate from— you would probably be doing something with them. But even though he's admitted to some rather odd desires, none of them have been particularly vulgar so the idea of your pure-hearted boyfriend even doing anything remotely similar to what you're thinking of is a little foreign.
Still a little dazed, you blurt out, "Since you have this kind of thing, have you ever… you know?"
"Eh-?! I—no! I mean, yes!" Spluttering, his face fully erupts with embarrassment. His hands letting go of yours and fluttering around as if unsure as to where to put them.
"Don't sound so embarrassed! You've already shown all this to me so there's no point getting all shy." You move closer, crowding yourself against him to cut off any chance of his escape.
Up close, those wide, dark eyes quiver. He's too cute when he gets all like this, its been so long since you've seen him like this, the last time was probably before he left. Now, knowing that such a cute expression will only ever be because of you only makes you press yourself closer.
Quietly, he murmurs something under his breath, his face getting impossibly redder.
"Huh?"
He leans in closer, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of your ear as he repeats himself.
In the short time between not knowing his answer and knowing it, your ears have gotten so hot that it felt like you were overheating. Pulling yourself away from him, you can't help the sheer astonishment that crawls onto your face.
"MY STUDENT ID?!"
"I don't even look good when I took that photo! I look like I'm going to lose custody of my imaginary children!" You continue. "How do you even do it?"
Still, a vibrant laugh leaves your lips as you collapse into him, "Yū-chan, you're really a pure pervert!"
Sidled up in his embrace, you can feel him wrap his arms around you, your two forms pressed tightly on the wooden floors. Though still a little embarrassed, he still tries to explain himself. "I didn't have any other photos of you at the time, you only sent me blurry photos of food and Maki only sent me photos from the side."
A small snort escapes you, the smile on your face only getting wider when you hear that. When you look up, you find him looking at you with that glimmer in his eyes again, still flushed.
You'd be lying if you said you weren't flattered. To think all these things can mean so much to him, that even the ghost of your touch is enough for him, the remnants of your features enough to keep him going, you never thought he was this cute.
"How did you even manage to get all this stuff?" You murmur against his chest, the rhythm of his heart beating steadily in your ears. "All I managed to take was your sageo."
Helplessly yet with a sense of satisfaction, Yuta hums, "Senpai, you aren't very good at remembering where you put things."
"But its amazing that you managed to undo the ties so quickly."
"You knew?"
A shy smile spreads across his face as he describes your past actions, "I watched you through the door, you sounded so excited to take it that I couldn't stop you."
"I should take your underwear as compensation," Your voice pitches higher, clearly joking.
Yuta doesn't take it as a joke.
Instead, he leads you to his closet and presents a drawer filled with socks and underwear to you as if giving up sacred blessings. And you aren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, eagerly looking through the whole drawer and closet like a kid in a candy store.
You pinch bomber jacket sleeves between your fingers and run your hands along the multiple pairs of white jackets. When you bring up a t-shirt to your form, he only smiles and calls you cute. It is during this moment that you continue to catch onto that weird smell, lingering in the air every time you take off and put back his clothes.
Without warning, you bury your face into a white uniform jacket, inhaling deeply. "Did you change your detergent?"
"Eh, ah..." Watching you sniff his clothes, he rubs the back of his neck as he thinks. "I don't think so?"
"Your clothes smell weird, actually your room smells weird." You take another sniff, your face twisting in confusion as your mind races with what it could possibly be from. As if to check something, you bring a pair of briefs to your nose as well, finding no smell there.
"There's this powdery smell, like makeup."
After that description, he seems to understand what you mean. In a hidden corner of the closet, he digs out a small glass vial. Your throat goes dry when you read the words printed on it, and when you look up, your lips part as your heart grows louder in your chest.
He meets your gaze intently, his lashes fluttering. "I saved up to buy a small bottle of your perfume so I could spray it when I missed you."
"Yū-chan," You smile, stepping closer into his presence as you wrap your arms around his neck.
He used to get so shy every time you got near to him, flushing and jumping every time you helped correct his form or taught him how to better channel his cursed energy. You always thought he looked like an anxious puppy brought home for the first time, so much so that even Kirara called you out on it.
Now, he instinctively holds onto your waist, bringing you closer so that even the lightest breath sends a shiver down your spine. Your lips fleetingly brush against each other as that familiar smell that you have come to so adore fills your senses.
You just can't help it, he's just way too cute.
"How am I supposed to control myself when you're so cute?"
They say you're selfish, you say you know what you like. You made it clear that if Yuta ever looked away, you might just run off. Luckily, you'd never have a chance to.
Note, AU where nothing bad happens ever, reader is fem-presenting and wears makeup, reader thought they were bad until they met yuta/hj
//freak4freak, something wrong with him something wrong with you, match made in psychosexual obsession hell
"Yū-chan, my bag is too heavy!"
"Eh? Ah…" He pauses, hands outreached as if unsure as to what to do with your now outstretched bag.
Before you can snatch your bag away, he takes it, carefully slinging onto his shoulder the way you usually do. The many charms on your bag tinkle as he does, and all you can do is to quickly walk away, your high heels click against the concrete pathway as you try your best to stop the warm flush at the tips of your ears.
Despite your attempt, he quickly catches up with you, before he slows down, his pace following yours exactly. When you glance at him from the corner of your eyes, he still looks as amiable as ever, a soft smile even decorates his lips. You were going to make a comment about his pace and maybe even why he isn't holding your hand, but he's adjusted for that too.
His grasp is tighter than most others, though he's always careful to not hurt you, sometimes its almost like he's afraid you're just going to sprint off into oncoming traffic. No matter, it'll take you a while until you admit it but you like the way he holds your hand, his body temperature tends to run colder and his hand always manages to fully envelope yours, its comforting to know he's always there.
"Its so hard to get a day-off with you, do they think you have no life?" A hint of dissatisfaction lines your words as you tug at your joined hands.
His eyes soften, a helpless yet doting glimmer in those dark eyes. "I'm sorry, I'll try to finish my tasks faster next time."
"I never said that, you idiot! You'll just get hurt if you rush yourself," You huff.
Yuta slowly blinks before a shy smile gave way onto his expression. He squeezes your hand a little tighter, pulling you back before you walk a little too far into the crowded intersection.
Amidst the busy Tokyo crowd, the two of you wander along the dense streets until a familiar sign catches your eye. Without missing a beat, you drag him in and order a slice of strawberry shortcake and his usual order of coffee. And you swear, you wanted to pay this time! Its not your fault he always manages to pay first.
For such a busy cafe, it only takes a few moments after you've settled into your seats in the upstairs balcony that your order arrives. And as usual, the phone eats first. Can you really blame you? You've been wanting to come here since you saw that they cut the strawberries into mini hearts and the little written love notes that come with every order.
"Look, isn't this so cute?" Picking up the heart-shaped note, your voice pitches higher in delight as you show it off to your boyfriend. "To my princess, you deserve your every wish to be fulfilled."
His brows furrow, just a little, though it quickly disappears.
Just as you're about to pick up your fork, a strong gust of wind blows into your face, sending strands of hair to get all over. Haphazardly, you have to pull some away as you spit out some, "Uegh, pfft—!"
You've gotten most of them away and tamed, but that odd feeling of just one or two long strand still stuck is bothering you. Yet no matter what you do, you can't quite seem to get them off. As you're stuck fiddling with your disobedient hair, the tips of his fingers brush against your cheek.
"Hold still, let me help you." Gently, he brushes away those flyaway strands behind your ear, careful to ensure he doesn't miss anything.
That fleeting touch is enough for you to erupt into a heavy flush, your lips part ever so slightly as your heart jumps to your throat. Before you can stop it, his name instinctively tumbles out, "Yū-chan…"
He only smiles again, still a little shy but there's something different about his gaze. You used to have to remind him to straighten his shoulders and to meet your eyes whenever you talked. And now, you don't know when, but it feels like you're the one who can't look at him when he looks at you so intently like this.
Ignoring the rapid rhythm of your heart, you quickly avert your gaze and shove a bite of the cake in. In that instant, the gentle sweetness and slight acidity from the strawberries burst on your tongue.
"Mhm! This is so good, try some." You portion out another forkful, holding up to his lips. He accepts it, quietly chewing before he swallows. "How is it? Its good right?"
"Yeah, it is. Its got just the right amount of icing," His voice is gentler, his thumb swipes across the corner of his lip to wipe away a smidge of pink icing.
"Right? I knew this place would be good the moment I saw the photos!" A small whistle of pride tinges your words, a large smile pulling across your lips.
Tapping the small fork on the plate, you hum, "We need to go out for dinner soon, anything is good but I'm not really feeling ramen and sushi is getting a little tiring."
"I had yakiniku with the second years last time and pizza is too bloaty."
"Ahh, I really want basashi but…"
"I think I'm fine with anything you pick," Smiling, you wait for his response.
The bright glint of warm sunlight reflecting off metal shines past, a hair tie with a metallic charm on it slides down his arm. His finger curls around the handle of the cup, gingerly taking a sip of the hot coffee before he settles it back down onto the saucer. You notice belatedly, just how much his softer his lips look, the slight push of it he does when he thinks.
The corners of his eyes crinkle just a little. "Basashi sounds good, I haven't had it before though."
"Huh, really? Then we have to have it!" Your sudden enthusiasm only seems to soften the indulgence in his features. You reach for your phone and start looking through your saved places as you delightedly hum, "You'll love it, it isn't fatty at all."
Up on the balcony seating and away from the hustle and bustle of the city, you continue to indulge in your cake all the while complaining about your recent missions and the lengthy reports waiting for you when you return. As usual, he listens to your every little grievance with nothing more than a patient hum or little comment, fully immersed in your world. He never takes his eyes off of you, his gaze sometimes falling on your lips or the tips of your fingers.
As your eyes lazily scan over the crowd, a familiar black and white silhouette stands out. Taller than everyone else, the indistinct face instantly reminds you of another one of your juniors.
With a casual gesture, you point out the large panda outside a nearby mall outlet, "Don't you think that mascot really looks like Panda-kun?"
It takes him a moment to figure out where you're pointing, his brows knit together for but a moment before he laughs, a breath of mirth in his words, "Yeah, it does."
"Its so cute, I wonder what brand its for," Your voice drawls off, already imagining how he'll react when he sees it. "Hehe, we should get something with it on it to give him."
You only leave the cafe when something else in the city below catches your eye, grabbing your bag and dragging him out back onto the streets. Your interlocked hands keep you chained together, the noise of traffic and fleeting life buzz in the back of your head.
"There was a store I saw earlier that does these really cute couple bracelets," Musing, you swing your hands together. "Oh and there's this place that does this amazing pudding, we have to get some to keep for later."
Just as you're about to turn the corner, your shoulder slams into another person's, the dull ache barely registering compared to the sudden voice that's all too close in your ears.
A young girl, clearly younger than the both of you, has her phone out and a sparkly look in her eyes. She doesn't spare a glance towards you, instead choosing to direct her full attention to your boyfriend.
"Sorry, you look like you know this place and I think I've gotten myself a little lost, could you help me find where the station is?" Her voice is a little too high for your comfort, stepping closer towards him as if you don't even exist, as if you still aren't holding hands.
And what does that even mean? 'Look like you know this place', who even says that?
Your brows furrow together, and you have to bite on your lip to stop the frown that's threatening to break through your expression.
If the soft smile on his face is worth anything, he clearly doesn't notice your irk. "If you make a left after this block, it should just be a few blocks ahead."
She giggles, playfully grazing her fingertips with the fabric of his jacket as she does, "Ahh, I see. Thank you."
At some point, you don't know when, but you've slipped your hand out of his grasp and turned the other way. You can feel the ache of your bag strap, the sound of your bag charms thudding against your bag. Your lipstick is probably all messed up. The back of your heels hurt, the leather of your shoes chafe against the raw skin as you slip your way into the busy intersection.
In your ears, the bright ticking of the traffic lights only grow louder, more and more shoulders bump against yours until you reach the crosswalk.
You can't look at him now, you'll only say something you can't take back, something that will make him hate you.
Though hidden in the sea of people, a coldness tinges your skin before a hand with thin callouses envelopes yours once more.
"Are you okay? Do your feet hurt?" His voice is softer, and despite the controlled chaos of the city, you can hear him all too clearly.
Slipping your hand out again, you avert your gaze. "I'm fine, don't worry about it."
"Let's go back, I just remembered I have something to do."
The moment you returned to the dorms, all you could muster was a weak goodbye before disappearing into your room. Its unfortunate that Hakari and Kirara have left, at least you'd have someone else to talk about these kinds of things. Well, maybe not him, but Kirara would get it. All you can do now to get your mind off of it, is work on the reports you were just complaining about.
You knew what kind of person Yuta was the moment you met, you knew that nothing would ever change that part of him no matter what happened. But you can't help it, just as his kindness will forever be intertwined in his very being, your 'selfishness' too is something you can't change.
You just want him to never take his eyes off of you, you just want him to never dedicate a minute more of his thoughts to anyone else.
The tip of your pen presses a little too hard onto the paper, leaving a dark blot at the end of your name. None of the words are clear anymore, nothing more but scratches on the paper. Your stomach hurts, you've had nothing since the afternoon in an effort to cool down. When you glance over at the clock, its only now you realised that its long past midnight.
You'll continue after you've eaten something, you'll lose sleep either way.
As you push open the wooden doors, you notice a tall shadow along the wooden floors.
Looking up, past your bleary vision, you see his face clearly.
Yuta.
Moonlight slips past the windows and casts a shadow on his sunken features, the gaze of those dark eyes— almost unblinking— feel heavier, the bags under his eyes seem darker.
"Yuta," You croak out, voice hoarse.
He doesn't answer, simply staring at you for a long time.
"Senpai."
"I'm sorry," He continues, "If I've done something wrong."
You redirect your gaze back to the wooden floors, ready to leave. "You haven't done anything."
"Then why won't let me look at you?"
"Because I don't want you to."
Before you can walk away, suddenly, Yuta wraps his arms around you, his shadow fully enveloping your form. Your back is pressed to his chest, the fabric of his white jacket soft against your skin.
"Please, don't leave," His voice is muffled, a shiver rushes down your back as the warmth of his breath tickles the tender skin.
Your hand has already reached up before you can fully stop it, hovering just a distance away from his head before you force it down.
With an acerbic bite, you sigh, "Wouldn't you rather someone sweeter like that girl who asked you for directions?"
His breath hitches, he only holds onto you tighter.
"You were always the first one to come help us with the reports, and you'd always be the one to accompany me in the kitchen when I woke up in the middle of the night." In the unlit hallway, all you have is his calm words and the familiar current of his cursed energy. "I don't know when I started wanting to be around you all the time."
"I was so happy when I finally got to see you again, even happier when you accepted my confession," He admits, his face growing warmer in the crook of your neck.
Yuta hesitates for a moment, his words gentle yet now lined with a hesitance, "But knowing I'm not the only one you smile so sweetly for, sometimes I worry I won't be able to control myself."
"Control yourself?" Incredulously, you turn back.
Held so closely, his eyes are still earnest, the smile on his lips just as warm, but the next words that come out of his mouth make you feel like you've never fully understood him.
"Its scary to think that maybe after today all I'll ever have of you is your back, and all I'll ever hear is your cold voice."
"You could just walk away and if someone else got to help you with your hair and carry you back when your feet start to hurt, I might just go crazy."
Though he's reverted back to that pitiful expression, as your hands fist the soft fabric of his jacket, sometimes you really can't stand when he looks at you so seriously. Its like your body is never really yours when he does, subconsciously giving your all.
"So I'd just have to make sure you can never see anyone else but me, and you'll have no choice but to stay with me."
"That's kinda scary," Despite the small breath of pleasure that seems to seep into your voice, you can't help the waver in your breath.
With hands bearing scars and thin callouses, he cups your cheek as he laughs with an air of helplessness, "I can't help it, I want to give you everything that I am. Mind, body and soul."
"You can be as selfish as you want, I'll give it all to you." Instinctively, you lean into his palm, a small shiver rushing through your form.
"If you leave, I'll have nothing left."
Bringing a hand over his, you huff, "You're so unfair."
Reflexively and at a loss, Yuta splutters, "Huh? I'm sorry—"
"You idiot, don't say these things so casually!" You glare at him from the corner of your eyes, trying to hold on to the facade of irk lest you show even a hint of the revelry that now surges through your very veins. With another sigh, you grumble, "Its too bad I can't lock you up every time you look at someone else, you'd just break out too easily."
Beneath those dark eyes and calm features, you know that no matter what you do, he won't let you go.
His hand envelopes yours, that familiar grasp soothes your racing heart. "I wouldn't, you can even put a collar and chain on me if you want to."
"You're doing it again."
"I'm sorry, but I mean it."
You can't help the smile that bursts onto your lips when he finishes, the remnants of his laughter so effortlessly coaxing your own. And only when he sees your mirth does a truly radiant smile pull across his lips.
Before you can fully untangle yourselves, a loud voice echoes from one of the unused dorm rooms alongside enthusiastic clapping, "Good answer, Yuta!!"
In a flourish, the doors open and your white-haired harbinger of chaos teacher slides out.
"Gojo-sensei?!"
He pulls the doors wider, a certain first-year comes tumbling out while the dim moonlight reveals what appears be the whole student body crammed into one room. "Everyone is here too, not just me."
"Hiii Okktosu senpai, (l/n) senpai!" Yuji waves, having landed right at your feet.
Nobara only gives the two of you a cool wave. "Yo, senpai."
Frantically, you pull your hand out of his grasp and tidy up your hair, only to stop halfway through. You're not doing anything wrong, you're just talking with your boyfriend. You look across the sea of faces and when your eyes land on Maki, you can't help the betrayed gasp that leaves your lips.
The woman in question merely shrugs, "I tried to stop them."
"No, the moment you found out Kugisaki was going, you put on your jacket and followed us out," Popping out from behind, Panda notes.
Now that you're staring at him, the panda mascot you saw earlier and your own junior start to look very similar. As you turn your attention to him, he freezes under your stern gaze. "Are you telling me, that the panda I saw was…"
"It was Panda, I didn't know how to tell you," With a sheepish look, Yuta carefully meets your gaze.
"To think I'm so dear to (l/n) senpai that they would still think of me on a date."
"Okkotsu senpai almost caught Itadori so we had no choice," Megumi deadpans, helping Yuji back up as he does.
"Salmon, tuna mayo."
"Are you calling me blind?"
Before you can grab at Toge, Gojo quickly interjects, "Now now, let's leave the lovebirds to have their time together, we've spent enough of our day watching them."
"You were there too?!"
Instead of your reliable, though questionable, teacher, its like he's been possessed by the spirit of school girl. Twirling his imaginary long hair, his voice is lined with innocent accusation.
"Nooooo, I was in Yokohama and getting updates by these busybodies."
A loud groan falls from your lips as you turn into Yuta's presence, burying your face into his jacket before another horrible realisation falls upon you. Slowly, you look up to stare at him. "Yū-chan, did you know they were there the whole time?"
He only smiles, "Haha… yeah? I thought you knew?"
"I come out to spend my one day off with my boyfriend, of course I'm not expecting the whole school to be out with us too!" Whining into his jacket, your ears flush red hot. The feeling of his arm laying loosely around you certainly isn't helping. "Argh! I'm not staying here to talk about this anymore! I'm still hungry!"
As you scamper off, you can distinctly hear a few more footsteps trailing after you.
"Wait up."
"Ooh, I think there's still some leftover of Yuji's fishballs."
"(l/n) senpai, can you make your napolitan again?"
"Salmon."
"We should just make a bunch of things, way easier."
"Why do you all think I'm cooking for all of you?! And do you know how many things I'd have to prepare?"
Surrounded by your juniors, a coldness spreads from your fingertips as a hand envelopes yours. Wordlessly, you turn to face him, the attempt at aggrievedness pulls a helpless yet doting smile from him.
Top ten things to do on your first date to get their hearts pounding!
Phainon x Reader - Uni AU
Actually, the best first date is to go play bingo where you lose spectacularly because you have delayed audio perception. That and your boyfriend decides to pull a move so ridiculous (romantic) that has you rethinking your life choices.
//im baaaack. this one is a short chapter because ngl i lost motivation to write for this fic and i started working on a different one. who knows when i'll update this next but have fun with this one!!
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As per usual with the wonderful sleep schedule of university students, Anya sent the society group chat a mysterious survey to fill out at midnight. No explanation came until five minutes later, and even then, staring at the survey name in another tab, you were still a little unsure what you were staring at.
It isn't an event per-say, well not one for the general dormitory populace, but one meant for the members themselves and a plus-one. Plus, this was an event you didn't have to plan, just attend.
Of course, when you discussed it during dinner with Nithya, she had offhandedly said she'd bring one of her friends from her course. The thought of third-wheeling a pair of law students didn't particularly sound… appealing. But at a loss, you weren't sure who else you could really bring other than—
"Bingo? That sounds fun," Phainon hums, throwing the bundle of laundry into the machine as you fiddle with the settings of your own.
"You don't have to come if you can't, I know you have a big assessment coming up."
"One night away can't affect my grade that much."
"Its next week Thursday." A low rumbling joins the rest of the basically vibrating laundry room, and as you turn around, your eyes lower to his still half-full laundry drum as you continue, "6pm to 8pm if I remember correctly."
He turns around, and in an instant, a gentle smile appears on his lips as the corners of his eyes crinkle together. "I'll be free, don't worry."
In the days leading up to the event, to say you didn't worry would be a filthy, filthy lie. Never before have you ever thought being a business student is easy, but when you caught glimpses of the dense, almost Mycenean Linear B-esque text on his notes, your head all but fogged up and you think that maybe, just maybe, working with the most insufferable people for a group assignment is better than whatever that is. And to think that this is only a second-level course.
Still, time doesn't care about whether a hypothetical university student passes their exams or not, and staring at the weather app on your phone, an uneasy feeling settles in your chest. Winter over here generally means rain, and while that wouldn't be a problem back home, it seemed like this part of the country never really learned proper water drainage. Beyond that, the weather here seemed less like actual natural phenomenon and more like the whims of a bored god, so even if it says 7pm rain, you don't actually believe it.
Does that stop you from wearing impractical heels and thin tights? Of course not, temperamental weather is temporary, fashion is forever. You even put on a new handmade pin in your hair, and as you admire the little blue floret in the mirror, you pretend that you aren't dreading the ten million transfers you'll have to make to get to the restaurant.
Checking over every outlet for the ten millionth time and groping your bag for your wallet and umbrella, you leave your room and stand outside that door. Your hand raises, knuckles ghosting against the wood as your heart starts to pound in your chest again. Its not like this is a date, so why are you so nervous? This isn't a date, dates aren't with ten million other people at bingo, right? But you've never even had a date with this guy and you're going to be real honest right not, never even had a date period, so what do you know?
The tip of your knuckle bone taps a little too hard in your moment of hesitation, allowing a little knock to finally emit. In that very instant, an almost inaudible squeak leaves your lips as your eyes widen. Knowing your boyfriend's freakish senses— and the sudden increase inactivity coming from inside, he definitely heard you.
You're not ready, you're not ready, you're not ready, you're not ready, you're not ready. You're not ready! You needed to psych yourself up first!
Just as you're about to fall to your knees and cry, the door opens and you're greeted with a glorious sight. Gone are the interesting colour combinations and patterns, instead Phainon must have had a revelation in the hours you have not seen each other. The dark knit turtleneck that has you embarrassingly (mentally, you have dignity thank you very much) drooling over, the unbuttoned white button-up and pants, the long purple coat, even the bits of gold jewellery on his person makes you want to fall to your knees for a different reason that isn't despair.
He blinks, eyes scanning you up and down. A soft flush tinges the apples of his cheeks, the corners of his eyes crinkling before he smiles, "You ready to go?"
It hasn't even been that long since you've seen him! So why do you feel like a teenage girl brushing shoulders with her hallway crush right now?!
Forcing yourself to act normal, you smile back, very much ignoring how warm your cheeks must be right now. "Yeah, let's."
In the the bus ride to the subway station, you already felt like exploding the moment you felt his shoulder next to yours but now? Now in the crowded subway where there's only one seat and the only other spot available right now is the hand rail right in front of you?
In a weirdly ventilated subway car, surrounded by ten million strangers and yet when you look up, it like its only the two of you here. When his gaze falls on you, the very way his eyes dilate, so wide until there's but a ring of azure blue, you wish the weirdly patterned seat would just swallow you whole. You thought you made progress, you thought you could make eye contact with your boyfriend without that damned rooster doing something about it.
But sweet heavens above, he looks so good right now, you just want to take his head into your hands and gnaw on him a little.
A normal thought that clearly belongs to a normal person.
When the two of you finally get to the restaurant, after a bus transfer that felt like it was never going to come, you're led to a private room with a bunch of—
"Oh."
"I wasn't expecting this many…"
Looking around the room, with some already seated and some surrounding a mysterious table, you suddenly realise that this event might not have been the most well-coordinated. Or well-advertised.
"… middle-aged women."
Its amazing actually, you've never this many in one place outside of parent teacher meetings, the market and the occasional tour group that passes campus.
As the two of you squeeze past the entrance and every other seated person, you find two empty seats with paper bags in front of them. As you shrug off your coat, you settle into your seat and dig into the bag, pulling out four pieces of paper. Here's another fun fact, it might be weird to say this as a part of a society whose whole job is to encourage reading, but you haven't read a book that wasn't a textbook in…. three years?
Okay that's a lie, but you sure haven't kept up with the current book trends.
Is it normal that all of these sound the same to you? They all have the pattern of 'A [insert item] of [insert noun] and [insert noun]' or some fancy mishmash word. This has to be a trend, right? You're half certain that if someone yells out any of these names right now for bingo, your ears would just do the audio version of when you stare into television static for too long.
"I'm going to be honest right now, I do not recognise a single name on this bingo sheet." Your lips pull back into a grimace, ears already straining from the chaos.
"Neither do I," A slight waver tinges Phainon's voice, but the mirth in his eyes is obvious. Or maybe its competitiveness, you honestly wouldn't put it past him to get worked up over bingo. "I guess we'll just have to smile and nod, huh?"
"You should send a photo to Castorice, maybe she'll know."
He thinks about it for a moment, lips pursing together before he digs out his phone to take a photo. There's a mischievous smile on his face now, features all scrunched together as he snickers, "Maybe."
After informing the society group chat of your arrival, you learn that Anya and her friends are now stuck in public transport while Nithya and her law friend are seated all the way on the opposite end of the room, leaving you separated by distance and thirty three million people.
You want to cry, only a little. Maybe if you had some good food right now, you can reduce that to not wanting to cry at all.
So you pick out the menu and oh sweet heavens, why is the pasta thirty five dollars.
Instinctively, your lips pull back into a grimace as you continue to scan this forsaken sheet for someone below thirty bucks. Which doesn't seem to exist by the way, unless you include the kids' menu. And you wish you could order from that, unfortunately you're starving.
Phainon seemingly notices your dilemma and gently pries the menu out of your hand, placing it back in the middle of the table. "Hey, why don't we just get some drinks and find something to eat later?"
"Post clubbing meal but instead of clubbing we went to bingo." There's a wry smile on your lips, brain already racing with all the possible places that could still be open when you leave. A breathy humour escapes your lips as the corners of your eyes crinkle, "What riveting lives we lead."
"Bingo can get pretty intense you know!" He quickly protests.
That grimace returns. "Really?"
"Going neck to neck, with one last square left and its between you and Filippa from down the street, you don't know what she needs and you don't know what's next, all you know is that with every draw that isn't either of what you need, your breathing gets heavier. And when they pull out that last deciding ball, now that's thrilling."
At a loss, all you can do is blink, staring at him, now definitely work up over bingo. There's literal sparkles in those big eyes of his, the stupid tuft of hair is even pin-straight in his enthusiasm.
"How much bingo are you playing to be so specific?"
Before he can answer, everyone suddenly quiets down as a woman starts to talk. She instructs everyone to pull out paper 1 and the bingo pen before your bingo-shaped fugue begins.
If you can be honest, you don't remember what just happened. In a room of 40+ people and exactly one person straining to be heard over everyone, all you know is if you made a drinking game out of how many times you pulled a face and went 'huh', you'd have permanent liver damage. On the other hand, Phainon is ridiculously good at bingo.
How good, you—dear observer— may be asking?
There were four games, he won two of them and got into that weird stalemate he just described the other two games. And then he had the audacity to do that stupid hand on the back of his neck and awkward smile when someone's mum glared at him!
You never get to quite meet up with the rest of the society in the restaurant, for reasons known as too many people, too little space. Plus, hunger quickly caught up with everyone and plans were swiftly made to drop by a nearby H***** J**** for dinner.
The problem now was how to get out since guess what, rain at 7pm never came. Instead the weather decided that it wanted to be fashionably late, and at the ripe time of 9pm, it is now raining so hard that the parking lot outside is vaguely flooded.
Staring out into the pitch darkness, you mentally shake your fist at the sky and at the government. You can't do another wet shoes induced fever! Not again!
Nithya taps on her phone before squinting off into the distance. "There's a bus stop nearby, we just need to walk 2 kilometres."
The rest of you follow her lead, blindly staring off into the horizon as if a beam of heavenly light will illuminate the way to the stop. You pop open your umbrella, a few others following suite while the rest tug up their hoods. Phainon doesn't open his.
"Okay, yep let's just…"
"Yeah…."
The images of your violent headaches, clogged nose and full-body aches flash across your mind, the tip of your shoe dips into the deep water before you stop. Through the rush of rain and splashing puddles, you can only watch as everyone walks off one by one.
Just as you're about to throw all caution to the wind, Phainon's voice comes from besides you, "I'm going to do something, promise me you won't scream?"
"What—"
Your voice dies in your throat as you're suddenly, and all too swiftly, brought into a carry. Out of panic and instinct, you throw an arm around his neck while you grip your umbrella so hard you can feel your nails dig into your palm.
"Your shoes don't have a lot of grip and as much as I love caring for you, I don't think you want to get sick again," He murmurs, an almost shy waver in the middle of his words. "So…."
All you can let out is a stilted 'ah', your eyes glued to his face as you feel your own grows warmer and warmer. It hits you, you're experiencing the same unrealistic bullshit those women were probably reading, you're being bridal carried in the rain. His chest is so big, and you're just resting against them, like a common whore. You didn't even he was built like this beneath all those clothes!
He starts walking, rain thudding against the umbrella as he holds onto you closer. Your tiny portable umbrella is just enough to cover the both of you, with only the tips of your heels getting wet. The rainy-winter chill doesn't come to pass when you're pressed up so close, your boyfriend radiating enough heat to cook an egg.
Finally, your throat decides to listen to you and you manage to squeak out a weak, "Be careful, I… would rather you not eat shit and we both fall downhill."
He laughs, the sound sweet. "Don't worry, I won't."
Passing beneath a lone street light, you catch sight of the tail end of the group, a bright blue umbrella in the distance and a few dark ones indicating your steady pace. For someone carrying a person and their (your) heavy as all hell bag, he doesn't show any signs of exhaustion or slowing down.
Through the heavy rain, he quietly admits, "You look really pretty today."
Your attention snaps to him, eyes widening as another noise catches in your throat. His lips are curled in a nervous smile, those beautiful eyes that seem to bear the sky glance down to you before he averts his gaze, the tips of his ears instantly glow with a warm flush. He feels warmer now, you're certain he can feel your press yourself against him.
"I wanted to tell you but I just couldn't, when I opened the door, I just couldn't get them out."
"Then in the subway, I noticed the flowers in your hair. "
"They're cute," He smiles, then as if to correct himself, he shifts, "You're really cute."
Its… been a while since someone's told you that. Well, a while since someone's been so earnest about it. Within your chest, for once that damn rooster has merely done nothing but curl at your heart, preening at the praise. A smile, one you can't quite control pulls at your lips.
"You look really handsome too," You murmur, resting your head against his chest.
His pace falters, for just a brief moment. During this pause, you can feel him straighten up, his hands hold onto you tighter as if he can't believe what he's hearing.
"I've never seen you dressed this put together and I—"
Your words catch, but you force them out anyways, swallowing down your embarrassment, "You looked really cute in bingo too."
"Which is so ridiculous to say but you really did look so cute beating someone's grandmother."
A puff of laughter escapes from him, the image of that poor announcer watching in horror as he raises his sheet again flashing across both of your minds.
"Maybe we should do a bingo event next semester and then I'll make you sign up so you can win the prize for us."
"You should, and make the prize a voucher for that frozen yoghurt place."
"Maybe then we can have a date that isn't with some woman who has a grudge against you for being good at bingo."
"Promise?"
As those distant umbrellas grow ever smaller, he holds onto you tighter and speeds up his pace. Mirth escapes your lips as easily as it does his, and despite the rain and rushing winds, it is now that you feel the warmest.
