a/n. of course, we have to start the whole blog off with a bang! this 7 parter series is an au based on the wildly popular book and movie series; to all the boys i loved before. this will be a genshin x reader partly smau, partly fic series. iâm so excited and i hope you guys are as excited as me! come join me for this hehe <3
sum. when (y/n)âs letters get out to their ex-crushes, how will their crushes react? and most importantly⊠how will their school life alter?
hello! apologies, i havenât been active for a long time now. i was procrastinating đ§.
This work was inspired by my friend who originally invited me to play genshin but now had quit due to reasons and i was like, hm⊠*writes story ab it*
Anyways i hope you enjoy! and if you did quit genshinâŠthen i wish you happiness in your next journey, traveler.
You sat at the edge of the cliff just admiring the view from above. The long white scarf blowing with the wind as you hear the familiar noise of someone getting close to you. Your traveling companion in each nation you visit and watch you work hard for each citizens commissions and requests.
Paimon understands your reasons. Paimon had watched you improve with your swordsmanship and helped each nationâs problem when you were just an outlander wanting to find their sibling.
Paimon float besides you, âTraveler, do you remember the first time you saw this view?â
Hearing no response Paimon continue d speaking âPaimon remembers it very clearly! It the same day you told Paimon about how you ended up in Teyvat!â
You do remember. As you struggle climbing the boulder when youâve been sprinting all the way there just to catch up to Paimon. Your head turning left and right to survey the surroundings before landing on an tree and grabbing some sunseita as well as yellow berries before following your companion. The breeze that hits your face as you squint your eyes to see the view. The first time you got anemo vision and the huge dragon that passed byâŠ
How can you ever forget those memories? You were so happy. Granted, you got hurt many times leaving Paimon to worry about your well being as you patched yourself up. But those were your most treasured memories that you kept close to your heart.
âAh! Paimon remembers the first time we met Xiao! Hpmh, he still only appears when you call him. Why canât Paimon do that as well?!â Paimon watched at the corner of her eye as you unconsciously smile.
chongyun had two very close friends. best friends, you could say. one was a boy by the name of xingqiu. he was the second born son of the feiyun commerce guild, thus making him extremely wealthy. he carried an air of royalty around him, further accented by his expensive looking clothes and polite mannerisms.
around his friends, however... xingqiu was a whole different story. he talked quite a lot, mainly about his books and things he had done during the day. speaking of talking a lot, the boy was doing that right now...
"i was practicing with my sword today and i almost hurt myself thanks to this rock that appeared out of nowhere." xingqiu rested his hand on his cheek, taking a bite of his food before speaking up again. chongyun looked at him, raising his eyebrow before focusing his attention back onto his cold noodles.
the two were eating at the wanmin restaurant after meeting up for the day. it was a little past noon, and chongyun was already feeling the heat of the late summer sun. it was honestly a disaster, especially when combined with the humidity of liyue harbor.
"oh, that's a first." he watched as his friend nodded eagerly. the boy sighed, making it obvious that he was exaggerating it. "i could have slipped and hit my head! boom, immediate death!"
chonguyn quickly finished his food, placing it to the side for when a waitress came to pick it up. soon after, xingqiu did the same. "would you go to my funeral if i died?" chongyun looked at xingqiu, a surprised look on his face.
"of-of course i would!" he placed a finger on his chin, looking to the side as if he were thinking about something. "though... probably not for long. my yang energy would probably disturb your ghost and cause you to run away."
xingqiu playfully rolled his eyes, turning his attention to a waitress as she came to pick up their dishes and mora. he stood up, chongyun following suit. "hmm, by the way. do you want to go on a walk with me? i wanted to see if i could find some cor lapis for some jewelry i was planning on making." chongyun held a hand over his forehead, shielding his face from the sun as the two of them began to walk down to the wharf.
"hmm... sorry, it's really hot today, and i'm beginning to run out of popsicles." xingqiu crossed his arms, letting out a little 'hmph' sound at chongyun's response. "since i'm so nice, i won't pester you about this- hey, is that (y/n)?"
xingqiu watched in amusement as the icy blue haired boy perked up, eagerly looking side to side in search of his other friend. "oh? w-where?" he asked, watching as xingqiu pointed to the left. you were talking to some man who gave you a strange device. the two of you spoke for a few seconds longer before you waved and walked away, turning the object over in your hands.
you were his second best friend. or, technically his first. the two of you had known each other since you were very little, and you had practically grown up together. you were the one to help him out of his shell, and although he was still quite shy when it came to some things, your confidence taught him to how to stand up for himself.
it was puzzling to many people how the two of you became- and stayed- friends. you were polar opposites! chongyun with his more quiet and composed attitude, and you with your slightly more outgoing and friendly personality. on top of that, your visions were on the complete opposite side of the vision spectrum.
he had cryo, while you had pyro.
over the years, the two of you had only gotten closer and closer, remaining best friends even after having quite a few arguments. he always thought of you as "just a friend." but in the past year and a half, he noticed that his feelings for you were slowly changing...
chonguyn noticed that he could practically listen to you talk for hours on end without ever getting tired of your voice. he wanted to do anything and everything with you, just to see you smile. he loved how energetic you were, and he loved how serious you got when the situation called for it. his heart beat faster when you were around, and he couldn't help but get all nervous whenever you even spoke to him.
he remembered a time a time where he was hanging out with xingqiu in his room, and the male was telling him about a novel he had recently read. it was about two childhood friends who had slowly become closer and closer over the years.
chonguyn raised his eyebrow, suddenly suspicious of the story xingqiu was about the tell. the boy carried on, talking about how over the years, their feelings grew and grew until they couldn't hold it in anymore. chonguyn remembered the exact words he said.
"one day, they were all alone... free to think about things without anyone interrupting them. they wanted to run away, wanted to go somewhere else before anything happened... but they couldn't. it was almost like they were magnets, opposite ends of a coin. all of a sudden, they slowly got closer and closer, their hearts loudly pounding in their chests before they finally!..."
xingqiu knew that chongyun had a crush on you. it was so obvious and clear as day. clear as the jade chamber before it fell out of the sky. clear as ice. literally transparent. it was a wonder how you didn't pick up on how he felt for you. he waved in your direction, loudly calling out your name.
"hey, (y/n)!" the sound of xingqiu's voice pulled chongyun out of his thoughts. "w-what are you doing?!" he looked at him, glancing at you and noticing that you were jogging over with a similar wave.
"i'm calling them over, what else?" xingqiu looked at chongyun with a smile, but he could see that there was something mischievous behind those dark blue eyes. after a few seconds, you finally caught up to the two. "hi! look what i got!"
you held out the strange device, watching as your friends looked at it with confusion written on their faces. "what is it?" chongyun asked, gently taking it out of your hands as to not accidentally break it. "it's called a 'kamera!' apparently it's some gadget all the way from fontaine!" you glanced between your friends with a wide smile on your face, your eyes sparkling with joy. chongyun practically felt his heart stop.
"it lets you take something called a picture! it's like- it's like!..." you began to began to gesture with your arms, trying to figure out the best way to explain your new gadget. "it's like a painting but not a painting! you get what i'm trying to say?"
you watched as xingqiu shook his head, laughing softly. "slow down! and no, i don't understand." you pouted, taking the camera back from chongyun. "i'll just show you! we can go on a walk to see how it works! it's really nice out today, and i know about a bunch of pretty places where we can-"
"sure." chongyun immediately spoke up, cutting you off a bit. though you really didn't mind, you were just excited to be able to show someone something. xingqiu began to speak up at the same time as chongyun. "oh, chongyun said that he couldn't- wait, what?!"
xingqiu looked at chongyun in shock, and the boy seemed to be shocked by his own response as well. "really? you'll go?" you asked, joyfully looking at the light blue haired male. he nodded slowly, glancing between you and xingqiu.
"y-yeah! i kind of want to see how it works too." he ran his fingers through his hair, breathing in deeply in order to calm his heart down. why did he say that? he didn't mean to, it just came out. your smile was just too much to handle...
"xingqiu, are you coming too?" you watched as xingqiu nodded, a bright smile on his face. "why of course, my liege! i wouldn't dare miss out on something so extravagant!" you hugged the kamera close to your chest, marching off with the two boys close behind you.
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the three of you walked around for a good few hours, taking pictures of everything you saw fit. over the time you were together, you quickly found out that chongyun and xingqiu were rather photogenic. they fit nicely in almost every picture you took!
but to your dismay, it was starting to get rather late, and the sun had began to set. you looked at the slowly darkening sky in sadness, sad that the day had to end so soon. "oh no, i have to leave!" you turned around to the sound of xingqiu's voice, he seemed to be panicked as he looked at the sky.
"hmm? what's wrong?" chongyun spoke up, his head tilting to the side slightly. "my brother needs me back by now, sorry guys..." you shook your head, placing the kamera in your arms. "no need to apologize, it's no big deal!"
xingqiu laughed softly, rubbing his arm before suddenly perking back up! "oh! i'll just let you guys know about this before i leave! i heart that there was this abandoned house nearby with a rather mean ghost inside... you should totally go there if you two are planning on hanging out longer!"
"ghost?" chongyun asked, looking at you with a small smile on his face. "we should go look, just for good measure." you nodded, walking over to him before waving at xingqiu. "bye bye, have a good rich to rich lecture!" you watched as xingqiu's eye twitched before he waved and turned around, leaving you and chongyun by yourselves.
"well, shall we go check out the ghost?" he asked, looking at you with an eager look in his eyes. you laughed, gently pushing his arm before placing the kamera in your bag where it would be safe. "well, aren't you excited? but yes, let's go! i'll be sure to protect you if anything goes wrong!" you placed your hand on your hip, gesturing to the sheath that held your sword with your other hand.
chongyun laughed as he walked in front of you, leaving you to follow behind him. "well, we'd better get going before it gets dark!"
of course, the sun didn't want to listen to you. by the time you arrived to the house, the sun had already set. the darkness of the night making the atmosphere of the house much creepier. you shivered, clutching your arms to your chest. chongyun glanced over at you, placing a hand on your shoulder.
"are you okay?" you nodded, your heart rate quickening at the feeling of his hand. you then put on a big smile, trying to look brave as you walked forward to open the door. "of course, i'm fine! besides, i promised to protect you, and i can't do that while being scared!"
chongyun sighed in amusement before grabbing your hand, walking ahead before you could see his face. "it's okay. you'll be fine as long as you're around me. spirits hate my yang energy." you felt your face heat up. you looked down at your intertwined hands, noting how warm his hand was despite having a cryo vision and a hatred for hot things.
after a few seconds, you squeezed his hand, letting him know that you had heard him.
the two of you wandered further into the house, checking every room for any signs of a spirit. after a few minutes, it became glaringly obvious what happened. "xingqiu lied to us!" chongyun said, his voice a quiet whisper. the two of you stood in a hallway near the back of the house, already having searched through all the rooms.
"of course he did, i should have expected thi-" you were cut off by the sound of something falling over in a room nearby. you looked behind you before glancing at chongyun, a bit of fear in your eyes. "did... did you hear that?"
chongyun nodded, his eyes darting around the room for any signs of something strange. "yeah..." you stood still for a few seconds before another sound rang through the home, this time a bit closer to you. all of a sudden, more things started to fall over in the rooms around you, mover closer to the two of you as you grabbed chongyun's hand for comfort.
'this was... weird.' he thought. 'normally spirits would run away from him, why was this one...' he looked at you, the terrified look on your face causing his heart to practically break in half. the front entrance was too far away, and he had no idea where the back exit was. he also couldn't make a run for the front just incase the spirit tried to pull something. his best bet was to find a room to hide in and wait for everything to stop.
chongyun thought back to the rooms he had seen, quickly remembering one that was rather quiet looking. "(y/n), let's run." he gripped your hand before dashing off, quickly running up the stairs. you covered your head, as paintings were falling around you. chongyun pulled you into a room, closing the door behind you two as you ran to the other side of the room and sat down.
chongyun followed close by, crouching in front of you with an arm in front of your body. the two of you sat for a bit, breathing heavily as you struggled to catch your breaths. a few more seconds passed by before the sounds of smashing faded away. chongyun let out a deep sigh before turning around, quickly stopping in his tracks.
the two of you were really close.
your faces were only inches apart from each other, and chongyun could feel his heartbeat speeding up again as he looked into your eyes. you were in the same predicament, as your eyes were unable to leave his. truth be told, you had liked the boy for quite a few years now, but you were really good at hiding it.
but you couldn't really hide it now. he was right there, you were alone... you had to say something before you regretted it forever. "yun... you're really pretty." you said softly, watching as his cheeks began to turn a pretty shade of pink. normally you wouldn't have been able to see it, but the window behind you provided enough moonlight to illuminate his face.
"really? y-you too..." you stayed there for a few more seconds, basking in each others presence. chongyun's mind went back to the book xingqiu was talking about for the second time that day.
they were all alone... free to think about things without anyone interrupting them. they wanted to run away, wanted to go somewhere else before anything happened... but they couldn't. it was almost like they were magnets, opposite ends of a coin. all of a sudden, they slowly got closer and closer, their hearts loudly pounding in their chests before they finally...
hmm... perhaps he could...
suddenly, chongyun moved a bit closer to you. before you knew it, his lips were gently pressed against yours, causing you to gasp in surprise. it was a light kiss, and you could barely feel it. but it was still really nice... he quickly pulled away, looking to the side in embarrassment.
"i-i'm sorry, i didn't ask!..." he was interrupted by the feeling of your warm hand against his cheek. "there's no need, i liked it..." you glanced at his lips before looking back into his eyes and closing the distance once more.
the two of you started off with little kisses that barely lasted more than two seconds, just to get used to the feeling of actually kissing someone. after all, it was both of your first times ever doing something like this. after a bit, you and chongyun got a bit more comfortable, instead opting for slightly longer kisses.
over time, chongyun had gotten a bit closer to you. he was leaning forward, his hand resting on the floor beside your body for more support. his fingertips grazed the side of your neck, causing you to let out a little giggle every now and then at the ticklish feeling. chongyun was laughing softly as well, though it was probably due to his yang energy flaring up and nervousness.
"i've liked you... for so long now." he said in between kisses and giggles, his pinkie lightly brushing against your collarbone. you smiled, moving your hand from his cheek to the base of his neck. "yeah?" you paused as chongyun kissed you again, a quiet whine leaving his mouth as you pulled away to finish your sentence. "i like you too..."
chongyun moved the hand that was on the side of your neck to the floor beside your body, just like his other hand, which made it so that you wouldn't be able to get up without him getting out of the way. it became obvious that he was trying to get closer to you in any way possible as he connected his lips to yours once more. he couldn't help it, it felt too good... and now that he had started, he couldn't stop.
your kisses became quicker, more hurried as you got more into it. your fingers were tangled in chongyun's hair, twirling the light blue strands around in small circles. strange to think that just minutes before, the two of you were running away from a spirit. and now you were practically making out.
well, as making out-y as it could be between two people who have never kissed before.
chongyun sighed softly at the feeling of your fingers in his hair, trying his best to move even closer to you even though his body was begging him to stop. his yang energy was acting up thanks to the sudden warmth and emotion, which probably contributed to the reason why he refused to pull away from you.
"oh my! am i interrupting something?" a smug voice rang through the room, causing you and chongyun to quickly pull away from each other in surprise before directing your attention to the door. leaning against the door frame with his smug smirk and arms crossed...
was xingqiu.
"x-xingqiu!" you cried out, feeling your face heat up. oh, this was so embarrassing... chongyun couldn't even look at his friend since he was so embarrassed by being caught, his whole face a bright shade of red. "i... i see you finished your rich to rich lecture rather quickly!"
a look a confusion flashed across his face before he returned back to his smug smirk. "oh- yeah, that! uh... it surprisingly didn't last very long, so i decided to come down here to see how you guys were doing in case you got scared!"
he laughed under his breath, using his fingers to hide his smile. "though it seems to me that the two of you were having a great time!" he laughed again, but this time he couldn't hide it. "well, i'll leave you two be, bye!" chongyun huffed as xingqiu left the room, crossing his arms as he looked to the side.
you smiled at the sight, grabbing his hand and kissing the back of it for a bit of comfort. "it's rather late, so how about we go back to the harbor so we can get something to cool you off, hmm?" chongyun looked at you and nodded, gently squeezing your hand.
"fine, but i'm still kind of mad that he interrupted us..." you laughed at how pouty he was being, pulling him up and watching him brush the dirt and dust off his pants. "don't worry, we can always try again later, but only once you're feeling better." he nodded, and the two of you finally set of on your journey back to liyue harbor...
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Hello hello hello. <3 I had a lot of Thoma brain rot lately, so now you need to have it too. I also tried to keep the perspective and description of the reader as gender neutral as possible, there are just some aspects of the character here and there that would fit a more feminine reader. I know it's a bit of a longer read, but I hope you don't mind! I just prefer to create a realistic world around my characters where their relationship has the opportunity to flow naturally, rather than it focusing on one situation that is short and heavy.
Thanks for clicking on my story, and I hope you like it!!
For a long time, every day has felt the same. You wake up, get ready for the day, help your neighbors out by babysitting their cute little kid while they take care of their farm, around two in the afternoon you leave your house to go work your shift at the Uyuu restaurant, serve customers and go home in the dark when the last customer has left the building and you've cleaned up the mess. Mr. Okazaki couldn't give a damn about helping out during your latest shifts, he was too busy chatting and drinking with his 'important customers' at the bar while his wife Mrs. Okazaki slaved away behind the stovetop, delivering perfectly cooked barbecue skewers and steamed fish with no end in sight and you bringing all of it to the right tables and keeping customers happy. You liked your job, but sometimes it just felt like a drag.
Lately your walks to work have been a bit happier. You left a bit earlier to take a detour. Instead of taking a left at the stairs, you go straight ahead. There you greet the grandma and son while their dog runs around them, craving their attention. Two houses later, you see a kid who is always talking about the amazing sights he is going to see over his hedge once he grows tall enough. Next to his house is the Komore Teahouse. The teahouse is a special place, only people approved by the Kamisato Clan are allowed to enter. You've obviously never entered the place, but you would like to see the inside someday. You've heard a dog runs the place. Every afternoon when you walk to your work, you see a man sitting outside. He is often knitting or writing in a notebook. He has blonde hair with a shade of orange in it and his clothes are black and red with drawings that resemble fire. You don't know his name, but he seems very friendly. When he notices you walking by and sees you looking at him, he waves at you. You always wave back and give him a soft smile while you scurry off embarrassedly.
Today, the man wasn't at his normal spot, you didn't see him sitting on the porch outside of the building. You looked into the garden, but got a look of disapproval by the lady standing at the door, so you hurried off to your work.
The air was hot and damp in the restaurant. It was the middle of summer and honestly, you couldn't escape the heat anywhere. 'There you are, honey!,' Erika called from the kitchen as you closed the heavy doors behind you. 'I'm glad you're here. We've got some guests coming soon, I need you to prepare the upstairs for me, please?' You agreed, grabbed your apron from behind the bar and took a tray filled with glasses and dishes to bring upstairs. Slowly balancing the delicate tableware, you made your way up the stairs, passing the beautifully painted octopus and fish drawings. They reminded you of your friend Yoimiya's fireworks. It didn't take you long to clean up the room and set everything up, you even had the time to light up a scented candle to fill the room with the faint smell of flowers.
You made your way back to the main area of the restaurant, as you heard the heavy doors fall shut again, this time with a loud bang. The entire restaurant went quiet. 'Oh, I'm so sorry,' You heard a male voice speaking these words. You peeked your head around the corner to see what was happening. A small group of people was standing in front the entrance, some men in grey and green clothing, and two people who particularly stood out. One of the most beautiful girls you've ever seen, dressed in different shades of blue with pink and gold accents. A black and gold horned ribbon tied her hair back into a ponytail, while her bangs had a beautiful sheen to it. You could barely take your eyes off of her, she was absolutely stunning. You broke your stare at the girl when the man next to her spoke. It was the same voice you just heard. 'I really am so sorry, miss Kamisato,' he said while bowing his head down. It was Teahouse-guy, the one who is always sitting on the porch. He scratched his head in embarrassment and his cheeks turned a bit red, it matched his look. 'It's okay Thoma, it happens,' the girl answered in one of the softest yet powerful voices you've ever heard. You slowly made your way down the stairs, only to be directly pulled in the situation by your boss. 'Ah, perfect timing! Here are our esteemed guests, could you show them their room upstairs?' Erika asked while holding onto your upper arm. You nodded towards your boss and bowed to the guests. 'Please, this way,' you said while gesturing towards the dark brown stairs. The group moved towards the stairs and you followed them. The man in red was the last one of the group and turned around to smile at you. Surprised by the sudden action of the man, you gave him a sheepish smile back and focused on your feet climbing the stairs. Once they all sat down, you took the group's order and then hurried back to Erika to let her know what they wanted.
Lucky for her, the restaurant was quiet today. Mr. Okazaki wasn't here, he went fishing with one of his friends. Even though entertaining and making sure all the guests are comfortable is now your job, you didn't mind. You didn't want to make the vision of your boss, slightly drunk on sake during work times ruining the important meeting the Kamisato clan was having right above you, a reality. You shook the vision out of your head by realizing that part of the Kamisato family was in your restaurant. You were serving the most important and influential clan in Inazuma today, and honestly, it was terrifying. 'Don't worry honey, you'll be fine. They're not difficult, they've been to our restaurant before, they're nice people. They most of all want to be left alone, so I'll just make sure their food is in tip top shape, you just need to make sure you don't mess up carrying it up the stairs, that's all,' Erika comforted you. You helped her prepare the dishes while occasionally tending to the very little amount of other customers that were sitting at the bar.
You brought up the ordered food to the clan. You were in a great mood after the little motivation your boss gave you and you happily walked into the room while giving everyone their orders. 'I have one bird egg sushi and a miso soup left,' you asked the group. A man in green waved for the bird egg sushi. 'I ordered the miso soup, thank you,' the man in red said. You looked at him and served him the soup by leaning over his right shoulder. 'Thank you,' he practically whispered in your ear since you were so close to his mouth. You turned your face out of instinct to sound towards him and your noses were mere centimeters away from touching. You turned red and swallowed loudly. 'E-Enjoy your meal,' you stuttered quickly, trying to stay professional, gave all of them another bow and hurried off.
Your hot cheeks entered the hot kitchen and tried to cool down by splashing some water in your face. Erika gave you a comforting pat on the back. 'Go take a quick break outside, you've been at it for a while,' You thanked your boss and took your little break outside. The sun was starting to set and you could hear children playing outside, together with the sound of the waterfall a little further ahead made this moment very peaceful. You closed your eyes and dozed off for a bit in the lingering warmth from the stone that you could feel on your legs.
You woke up by the sound of a door creaking. 'Y/n, are you coming back? I need you, the clan is making their leave,' You stretched your back and cracked your neck before you left the seat to go back to work. Greeted by multiple footsteps coming down the stairs you tightened your apron and removed some hairs from your forehead to make yourself more presentable after your nap. The group people, obviously led by the beautiful girl stood right in front of you and your boss. She bowed and you returned the gesture. 'Thank you so much Mrs. Okazaki and Miss...,' she stopped her sentence because she didn't know your name. 'Oh, this is Miss Y/n,' Erika answered for you. You looked at the entire group and gave them a smile as your introduction. 'Miss Y/n, thank you for serving us today. It was a very pleasant afternoon,' You weren't sure how formal you had to be, considering the status of the restaurant you worked at versus the status of the clan, so while answering her that it was your pleasure, you gave her a little bow. 'Oh,' she muttered surprised by your formality. 'Well, thank you. We'll get going now, see you again soon,' she waved and they left. The man in red looked back and gave a wave to you and your boss with his black clothed hand. You kept waving back until the door closed behind him with a bang, again.
The restaurant was empty except for the one old man sitting at the bar. He came by almost every day after his wife died. You served him a cold beer, told him it was on the house and walked upstairs to clean up the dishes the group left for you. To your surprise, it was all stacked up very neatly, exactly the way you do it when you carry them down. The table was practically wiped clean, except for a folded piece of paper. It seemed like it was ripped from a notebook. You grabbed the paper, ready to throw it in the bin when you noticed there were some words written in black ink on it.
'Hi Miss. I don't know your name, but thank you for serving us today, it was very delicious. I see you often when I'm at the teahouse, waiting for miss Kamisato to finish her afternoon tea, meetings and meditation. My name is Thoma, please do say hi the next time I see you!'
You were slightly stunned by the note. 'Thoma,' you said softly and put the note in your pocket, making sure your hands were empty to carry the dishes downstairs. You and Miss Erika cleaned up all the dishes there were. A few more customers entered to grab dinner, but it was far from busy. After the clock hit 7.30pm, Erika let you go from your shift. 'My husband should be back any second now. If it gets busy, I'll ask him to help out, but I expect it to be quiet for the rest of the day. Don't worry about me, go enjoy your night,' practically shoving you out the door. Erika was such a great woman, she knew exactly when to be stern and push you through tough situations, but she was also so nice and realized work isn't everything. You made your way back home, passing Yoimiya's house. She was working on some fireworks while her dad was 'looking' over her, sitting in his rocking chair. You chatted with her for a while and looked at all the interesting ingredients she used in her firework recipes. 'Pops was supposed to watch over since I'm working with a more experimental firework right now, but as you can see, that's going very well,' gesturing towards the snoring man, completely dozed off from this world. You both laughed and talked about a few things that happened over the past weeks before you headed back home.
A cold shower was just what you needed. The water practically froze every pore on your body, running down from your chest to your stomach and legs, but it felt great. Today has been such a hot day, and a rollercoaster of emotions and body temperatures nonetheless. 'Thoma, huh,' you softly said while running the cold water through your hair, washing it thoroughly. You curled up in bed after your shower and decided to read a book. By the time you were ready to go to sleep, you couldn't find a bookmark. Looking around your room for anything usable, you saw the note sticking out from the back pocket of the pants you were wearing today. You grabbed the note Thoma wrote and stuck it in there. You fell asleep fast after such a long day.
The next day was the same as always, you thought. You woke up, got ready, did some babysitting and made your way to work. Greeted grandma and her son, listened to the dreams of the still-too-small-to-look-over-the-hedge-boy and saw the man in red sitting on the porch of the teahouse. You slowed your pace to see what he was doing. He was writing something in his notebook. He looked up and met your gaze. He smiled brightly like the sun and waved at you. While you waved back, he got up from his position and made your way towards you. 'Hey! Y/n was it, right?' You nodded to show he was correct. 'My name is Thoma, did you see the note I left you? I'm sorry I didn't write your name down, but I didn't know it at the time. I just wanted to thank you for serving us, the meeting went very well. I'm sure your bird egg sushi has helped to form the new alliance for the Kamisato clan. Oh wait, man, was I supposed to tell you that? Forget I said anything in case I wasn't allowed to,' His sudden sea of words made you feel like you forgot how to speak. Who would've thought that this reserved man, part of the Kamisato clan, most likely Miss Kamisato's boyfriend considering how close they are, was so loquacious, such a chatterbox. 'Right, Thoma...' were the only words you could speak at that moment. 'Of course, you have to go work, I'm sorry for keeping you. Better be off, you don't want to be late. I'll see you later,' he said while waving at you and making his way back to the spot he was sitting in before.
The work day was quite slow. It was a lot busier than yesterday, but still, it felt slow. Hours passed on as you felt yourself become more tired every minute. You saw the clock turn eight, only to realize it was Friday night and you had promised to do a shift until midnight today. The restaurant was noisy, sounds of talking, laughter and cutlery touching plates filled the space. While you were working in the kitchen, washing up some glasses, you heard the entrance door close with a bang. You turned around to see who closed the door so loud again to see it was Thoma with a few men. 'Gentlemen, please have a seat over there,' Mr. Okazaki said while waving towards one of the free tables on the same floor. Your boss walked over towards you. 'Y/n, could you please tend to that table tonight? I'll keep an eye on the bar here,' he asked and you agreed. You walked towards the table where Thoma and his friends were sitting to take their order, they all ordered a beer. Having their beverage prepared, you came back to the table to ask if they wanted to order something to eat as well. They gave you quite the serious list you had to give to Erika, you were wondering how they were all going to fit that in their bodies. While tending to some other tables, you were waiting for their order to be ready. Once Erika gave you the dishes, you brought them over to the table, dividing them nicely over the space. Thoma smiled at you and thanked you. You smiled back and walked over to the bar. No one really needed anything from you right this moment, so you just sat at the bar, looking at all of the customers. Thoma's table was quite loud. You could see him giving all his friends a share of his deep fried shrimp balls, only to be left with an empty plate himself. Having a disappointed look on his face, he took a sip of his beer, looking at how all of his friends devoured the food he just ordered. 'Erika,' you turned around to your boss. 'Do you have any barbecue skewers left over?' 'Sure, these are actually for Riku, but did someone order them?' You squeezed and pouted your lips together. 'Not really, but I'm paying for them, don't worry about it,' you said and grabbed the plate of skewers and walked over to the table where Thoma was sitting. You swapped the empty plate with the barbecue skewers and gave him a soft 'on the house' close to his right ear when you made your leave again.
Following up on your duties as normal like wiping down the bar and brooming the floor, are interrupted by a manly voice close behind you. 'Thank you,' he said and you turned around to see who was talking to you. It was Thoma. You held the broom behind your back and backed up towards the bar. 'For what?' you asked him, moving behind the counter, putting the broom away and gesturing towards him that he should take a seat. 'For the food, that was nice of you,' he said while placing himself carefully on the creaky wooden stool. 'Oh, that. I told you, it's on the house,' you answered while not looking him in the eye. Suddenly, everything around you seemed to have grasped your gaze. Forks, glasses, napkins, anything to not look him directly in the eye. Thoma bent down the counter to look up into your eyes. 'Alright, if you say so, Y/n,' and he gave you the most sincere and cheekiest smile with both his lips and eyes you have ever seen. Your cheeks started to become red and you turned around while mumbling something about how you needed to get back to work.
You expected the next few weeks to be the same as always, but to your surprise, they were quite different than normal. Business seemed to be booming. Not that place didn't have a lot of customers normally, but it was definitely busier than usual. It might have been the weather, you thought. It had been hot and humid, so people probably didn't want to cook as often or cool down with a nice, ice-cold beverage. Thoma has stopped by the place sometimes as well. Most of the time you were working, but when you weren't, he stopped by the bar to ask Erika if you were going to come in on that day. If you didn't come in, Erika would tell you all about the 'man in red that is with the Kamisato family' and how he asked for you. If you were, he waited for you at the bar where you often just had a nice chat. If he wasn't able to come to the restaurant, he would often wait for you until your shift was over and walk you home. You became really close ever since you two learned each other's names. You both had a lot of questions for each other since you lead such different lives. You learned that Thoma is originally from Mondstadt, and that he is a very skilled swordsman, he is the head of the team that is assigned the task to protect Ayaka and the rest of the family. Right, Ayaka... The most beautiful girl in the world. To your surprise, they weren't dating. When you finally pulled together all your courage and might and popped him that question, he started laughing so hard, you thought the earth below you would crack and consume the both of you. 'Ayaka and me, together? Don't be silly. She's like my little sister,' he said while patting you on the head. You turned away your head with flushed cheeks in embarrassment while you wanted to crawl underneath the sheets as far as possible for now even thinking that the two of them could've been a possibility.
The end of summer was nearing. The days were still as hot and humid as the peak of the season, but your body was used to it by now. You semi-skipped to your work, patting every single animal you saw on your way. Thoma was sitting on the porch, holding a cup of tea with both his hands while his notebook laid on his right thigh. When he noticed you, he waved and gave you a short wink. You gave him one back and made your way to the restaurant. The day went by kind of slow. During dinner, time picked up the pace, customers walking in and out, when it was suddenly eight o'clock. Some people were still finishing their dinners, others were coming in with their friends to grab a drink, it was Friday night after all. And so did Thoma. You looked confused when you first saw him walking in the restaurant, because you didn't hear him closing the door so clumsily loud. He walked up to the bar and ordered a beer. 'So, how was your tea?' you asked him while serving the glass in front of him. 'Very nice, thank you,' he answered, both thanking you for asking and handing him the drink. You both talked about your day while you occasionally tended to some other guests and excused yourself from the conversation. Erika stepped in and said that you didn't have to put a stop to your conversation with him all the time and said she would help the customers on the other side of the bar.
'Have you ever seen the inside of the Teahouse?' Thoma asked after he'd been at the bar for about an hour, playing with his fingers and the bottom of the empty beer glass, almost tipping it over. 'No, I have not,' you answered. 'That place is for fancy and important people. I just work in a restaurant, I don't even have a Vision like you, so why would they let me in?' you laughed while starting to clean up your work space. The end of your shift was nearing after all. Thoma, who still hadn't let go of his glass and started to almost clench it in his hands, swallowed loudly. You could hear it above all the noises of people, drinking, dining and having fun. He didn't look at you, he just stared at the counter. Was he nervous about something? 'Thoma, are you okay?' you asked, while bending down to meet his eyes. He looked into yours and took a deep breath. 'Can I take you to see the inside of the Teahouse? With me, when you're done with work?' You had to make the cogs in your mind work a little harder to fully comprehend what he just actually asked you. 'Are you asking me on a date?' you said after processing his words. You needed to keep your cool, because it seemed like he was about to lose his. He nodded and clenched the glass so hard, you were scared it was going to break. You grabbed the glass from his hand while laying your other hand on top of his whitened knuckles and softly squeezed them. 'Of course I want to go on a date with you,' you said and gave him a smile. His cheeks matched the color of his iconic clothing and he softly chuckled after you agreed to his proposal. 'My shift is almost over, it won't take long. Just give me a few minutes to freshen up afterwards and I'm good to go,' you said while putting your hair in a ponytail and started to clean all the dishes you saw next to you. You didn't want to make him wait too long, you turned on your automatic pilot and the tableware went from dirty to clean in no time.
'Alright, I'm ready to go,' you said. You walked out of the staff room and hung your apron on the hook next to it. You took your hair out the ponytail, it was soft and shiny, draping over one shoulder. You touched up your make-up real quick by adding some blush and eyeliner, careful to not ruin your summer dress with anything. Thoma looked at you with stars in his eyes. You couldn't quite tell if it was the beer he had, the heat or if you were actually the cause for his expression, but you decided to roll with it anyway. You waved goodbye at Erika and Rikuto while Thoma held the door for you, making sure to close it gently behind him. It had gotten dark outside, like, really dark. There was also a slight breeze, normally you would find this cold, but after being in a hot kitchen all day, this was exactly what your body needed. 'Not too cold?' he asked, but you shook your head no while keeping your eyes closed and taking a deep breath of the cool, summer night air. Scents of food and died out fireworks came towards you, it really smelled like the end of summer. The walk to the teahouse wasn't long anyway, so you didn't need a jacket. You walked next to each other, but didn't look at each other. It felt different from other days, it was nice to be together like this, but it was also very awkward in a way. A date, it was so official now. Yeah, you wanted to go on a date with Thoma, it's something that has been on your mind for a few days now, but you didn't expect it to actually happen. 'Are you okay?' Thoma asked, when you could see the teahouse right around the corner. 'Yes, I'm fine, thanks. You?' you answered, looking at him for the first time since you left the restaurant. His hair looked a few shades darker since there wasn't any lighting around you, but his green eyes were still as bright as always. He bashfully smiled back at you and scratched the back of his neck. 'Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just quite nervous. I don't know if that's a bad thing to say, I don't even know if I should be telling you this, but it is just the way it is,' You grabbed Thoma's lower arm to calm him down. 'It's okay, you have nothing to worry about. And in all honesty, I'm quite nervous too,' you admitted. The situation and talking about your feelings calmed the both of you down.
Arriving at the Teahouse, Thoma awkwardly fumbled with getting the keys out of his pouch and opening the door. 'After you,' he said, while holding the door open for you. You set foot in the most calming, yet expensive feeling room. The floor was light, and the smell was amazing. Almost overwhelming, the scent of floral, spices and fruits came at you from all sights. 'Oh my god! A dog!' you quietly yelled while pointing towards the small Shiba Inu sitting on the counter, visible when you first enter the building. Thoma touched your left shoulder and starting laughing softly. For some reason, the both of you were very quiet. Maybe it was because it was late and you felt like you didn't really belong here. 'That's just Taroumaru,' he said, to answer your sudden surprise. 'He practically runs this place, isn't that right, buddy?' he said while giving the dog scratches underneath his chin. The sight in front of you was so adorable. 'Can I pet him too? He's so cute,' you said while slowly approaching the pair. 'Sure, just let him sniff your hand to see if he wants it too,' Thoma answered while waving you towards him. Raising your hand towards the dog's snout, he pressed the cold, wet skin onto the back of your hand to continue and rub his chin over it, suggesting he wanted you to scratch him. You smiled and gave in to the request. The dog was so strange, he almost looked human. You looked at Thoma and back at the dog... They had some interesting... similarities. 'Right, tea?' Thoma asked while he softly clapped his hands together, breaking your train of thought. 'Right,' you nodded and followed him into a room not far from the counter the dog was sitting on.
The hot water slowly came to a boil while the two of you were sharing thoughts about what it would be like to visit Mondstadt. While you, in contrast to Thoma, were born and raised in Inazuma and basically had no connections to the land that laid beyond the sea, you were very interested in listening to all the stories the outlanders had to tell. You heard the most magical stories about beautiful, golden Liyue, verses and songs about a freedom you, up until recently ago, could never imagine coming from Mondstadt, and then you hadn't even started about the wonderful images that came to mind when people told you about Fontaine. The reign of the Shogun hasn't always been easy, but it's all you ever knew. You don't have a Vision, so it's has always felt less dangerous for you, but that doesn't mean you didn't care or helped the people that were in danger. You were always curious about a life outside of Inazuma, places where there wasn't eternal lightning or sovereignty. All you ever wanted was just a sense of peace. Calmness, something steady. That is all you ever wanted in life. He handed you a cup of hot, steaming tea, it smelled absolutely delicious. 'Here, this is my favorite. I wasn't sure what you would like, so I'd just give you what I know how to make. Even I'm sometimes overwhelmed with all the options they have here,' he said. You couldn't quite describe what the tea smelled like, the only thing that came to mind was sunshine.
Some time passed on and unknowingly, the two of you had physically moved closer together while also bonding over his wish to go back to Mondstadt some day, and your wish to see it for the first time. 'Maybe we get to see it together sometime,' he said while putting his empty cup on the table in front of you and focusing his eyes back on you. 'Yeah,' you chuckled while looking down at your hands, resting on your folded legs, still holding the slightly warm cup that was filled with the sunshine tea before. 'Maybe we will, that would be great,' Your downwards gaze let some of your front hairs fall down. You looked back up to see what his reaction was to your answer. He smiled at you, and raised his hand to put the hairs that had fallen back behind your ear. His warm, slightly callused fingertips grazed your right cheek and touched the helix of your ear. Slight lightning bolts went through your body when your skin felt his touch. His fingers lingered on the start of your jawline, both of you looked at nothing but each other's eyes. You weren't sure if you did this willingly, or if you just had lost all control over your body, but you were moving towards him and so was he. He placed his other hand on the exposed part of your left knee, sending straight up butterflies in your stomach, going up your spine. It was like shivers, but better. Your shaky body movements didn't catch you off guard and you continued your mission to meet his lips. Coming closer, bit by bit, the tension between you grew the less room there was. Only to be interrupted by a loud bang, followed by some colorful flashes coming from outside. Both of you turned your heads towards the window, Thoma not removing his hand of your knee. 'Right... I forgot about that,' he slowly whispered to himself. 'The festival,' you answered him. He turned back towards you, surprised about your response. 'Yes, Yoimiya told me all about it. The last Friday of the Summer is the festival, she has spent these last weeks preparing for it. I saw her recipes, they're very interesting. Man, I can't believe I forgot,' you answered in frustration, putting both of your hands in your hair. Thoma just smiled at you. How can he smile at you, right now? You're obviously frustrated, and he doesn't seem to be helping. He softly squeezed the skin around your knee. 'There's nothing to worry about, it seemed like this was the first of many fireworks to come. Want to go check out the festival?'
The air on the island where the festival was held was a lot cooler than in Inazuma city, probably because you were further out on the sea now. 'Still not too cold?' Thoma asked when you both walked underneath a gate, completely decked out with lanterns and botanical decorations. 'No, I'm okay,' you said and walked past a few stalls. You checked out some food stalls and got a few snacks, while also each buying a mask to wear at the festival. Still enjoy your mochi, you made your way up to a spot where a lady was asking people if they wanted to write down their wishes on a wooden tile and hang them up so they can come true. 'Do you want to do that with me?' Thoma asked you while gesturing to the lady. Mouth filled with mochi, you somehow managed to speak a 'yes' and the two of you made your way towards her. 'Ah, wonderful, how lovely are the two of you,' she said while welcoming you to her stall. Thoma and you chuckled and turned red at the same time. You managed to put away the little napkin that came with the mochi in your bag in time, just when the lady handed you the wooden tile to write down your wish. You weren't sure what to write down, only to be added pressure to it when you saw that Thoma immediately went to town with his tile. After you gave it some thought, you managed to write down a wish that felt appropriate for you at this time and gave it back the lady who hung it up where the Archons were able to see it. You bowed to the lady, thanking her for the opportunity and made your way down the path of stalls.
After you've spent some time roaming around, more and more fireworks were starting to be set off. Kids running around with little sparklers, but also absolutely beautiful fireworks lit up the sky in the brightest colors imaginable. Both of you put on your mask, just as the other visitors did, and prepared yourself to watch the big fireworks starting any minute now. Slowly but surely, the sky started to light up and soon, it didn't stop anymore. All shapes and sizes were to be seen, however, you couldn't really see them all that well from where you were standing now. It was crowded, and there were a lot of people around you. While the fireworks were still going, Thoma grabs your hand and leads you through the sea of people towards the cliff of the island, where there's practically free sight of Inazuma City. There's still a few people around, but it is definitely less than before and the sights of the fireworks are a lot better. While looking up at the sky, you can feel this wave of emotion coming over you. Your friend Yoimiya did a good job, you're proud of her. You noticed Thoma didn't let go of your hand yet, you're just standing there with him, watching the fireworks, holding hands. You started to blush underneath your mask and turned your face away from him.
'What's wrong?' he asks, while looking at you. 'Don't you like the fireworks, are they too loud?' 'Oh no, they're absolutely fantastic, they're very pretty,' you answered, looking down at your hands that are still intertwined. Thoma started chuckling at your sight. He probably knows that you're blushing hard at this situation right now, even though he can't see you. He lifted his mask so you can see his expression better. He comes close to your face, you practically can't see anything but his eyes. 'Do you want me to let go?' he asks, smiling bashfully at you. You shook your head no and he softly squeezed your hand in response to this. Thoma backed up again, his mask now on the side of his head, looking at the fireworks again. You looked at him through your mask, the different colors and glitter shine bright in his green eyes and golden rims of his horns. His light hair and pale face color beautifully with it and you could practically see the whole show while looking at him. He looked at you from the corner of his eyes, smiled and licked his lips before he started to laugh to himself. Still completely taken in by his look, you're taken out of this trance by a very loud firework, making you focus your gaze on the sky again. You could now see different shapes of animals, there were Yoimiya's iconic fish, but also a stunning Tanuki and Fox lit up the night sky. 'Wow,' you muttered softly. 'It's beautiful, isn't it? he says while looking, smiling at the fireworks. 'Yes, it is,' you answer. Thoma turned towards you and lifted his right hand towards your face. 'Take off your mask, I'm sure you can see them even better without it,' he said and moved your mask to the left side of your head, where he also fixed a few hairs that have gone wild now that he has moved the mask and ribbon attached to it. His hand lingered and rested in the crook of your neck with his thumb on your jawline, while still having his other hands wrapped around yours.
It almost seemed like the surroundings went quiet, even though the fireworks were obviously very loud. You were in your own little work, and you had eyes for nothing but Thoma at this very moment. 'I'm glad we came here together,' you said, breaking the silence between you two. Thoma nods his head in agreement. 'Me too, I can't even remember the last time I went to this festival, but I'm enjoying myself a lot right now,' he answered while looking at both your eyes and your lips. You can feel that same tension from earlier between you two again. You felt hesitant to make a move again, scared to be interrupted, but if there ever had to be a moment where you needed to be bold and get what you wanted, it was this. You balanced on your toes to make yourself taller and stretched your body and face towards him with a big smile. 'Well, I'm happy you like it,'
You were barely able to finish your sentence or Thoma pressed his lips on yours. He let go of your other hand to raise it towards your other cheek. Both his hands were holding your face now, your cheeks growing hotter and redder by the second. You placed both your hands on his chest and grabbed the rims of his jacket to pull him closer to you, deepen the kiss and show him that you wanted him. Despite the fireworks, you could hear his breath stagger slightly when you made your move. He slightly squeezed your skin with his hands while parting his lips and grazing your bottom lip with his tongue. You opened your mouth as well and let him slip in while not letting go of his jacket. The touch of his cold, yet warm tongue only made you tighten your grip.
Your tongues intertwined and you could feel your entire body tingle from head to toe. The butterflies in your stomach were on fire and out of control, it felt like they were about to burst right out of you. The world stool still for a minute. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, just you and Thoma. You slipped your tongue back and you could feel his retract in the same rhythm as you. He gently bit your lower lip, he didn't want to let go of you just yet. It surprised you for sure, but it was a pleasant surprise. You slightly opened your left eye to see the expression on his face, only to be met with a Thoma who did the exact same thing. Lips still pressed together, the both of you chuckled. You finished your passionate moment off by giving him two more kisses, before you pulled away, looking at each other. He came close again and gave you a kiss on your nose. The sounds of the fireworks came back, Thoma placed his hands from your hot cheeks onto your shoulders. It took you a second to realize what happened, you just slipped your tongue into this man's mouth and grabbed his chest out of excitement and the need for him. While looking at him, your just slightly cooled down cheeks turned red again, you got so embarrassed and buried your face in his chest, still holding on to his jacket. Thoma smelled really nice, it was a combination of leather, tea and cherry blossoms. Thoma looked down to his chest to see your face pressed against it and starting laughing softly at the sight of it. He caressed the top of your head. You could feel the body underneath the shirt you pressed your face against go up and down from the laughter. He wiggled his right hand between his chest and your face to lift your head from it. He looked you in the eye. 'It's okay,'
He moved his hand down your throat towards your left shoulder and walked behind you. He wrapped his other arm around you as well, wrapping himself around you to protect you from the cold that came with nightfall. You held onto his arms, enjoying the warmth he shared with you and you both faced the fireworks until they stopped lighting up the sky.
Sakusa Kiyoomi is the type of guy that would have four pictures on his public instagram and heâll be the type to post once every blue moon. Posts with no captions but simply entailing a meaning behind the picture itself⊠With one picture of a beautiful scenic background, another of a memorable moment in his volleyball career, and the third of some random aesthetic picture that documented his highly appraised elegant style. Sakusa Kiyoomi was truly a mystery that even his most loyal fans couldnât decipher.Â
But when he posted his fourth⊠one where he specially and deliberately posted in such a manner - a blurry photo of a certain mysterious person, that held the honor of having a simple caption, âmy everything.â Itâs easy to say the internet went into havoc seeing such a move from him, to potentially venture into the private life of THE Sakusa Kiyoomi - one that always strayed far from opening up about his life, the one thatâs made it absolutely clear to not ask about anything personal.
But little do such people know, that the pictures heâs posted within the years of having his socials⊠heâs been, well, secretly telling the world that you were with him through it all. You were there for every step of his victories, awaiting with a pretty smile and a warm embrace to give. And you were selflessly there to catch him through his downfalls with arms wide, always ready to carry him through his failures.
That even Sakusa Kiyoomi, the one that truly despised letting people into his life, couldnât resist his burning desire to finally show you off to the world⊠because you, you were the exception that defied his all. So with a nervous hand and a proud heart, he posts a hazy picture of you sleeping - simply awed at the beauty of your vulnerable and natural state, that to him, no other could look more beautiful. And surely no other could have such a reign over his fragile heart.
That the moment he posts, he burrows his heated cheeks close into the delicate valley of your neck, and mutters his truth,Â
âyou are surely my everything, my love.â
But, your Omi wouldnât be the Sakusa Kiyoomi the world knew, timid and shy, if he didnât turn off the comments the moment he saw comments such as, âI just know theyâll be so beautiful,â or âdoes anyone know their handle?â ⊠but todayâŠÂ today he chose not to.
Because despite as selfish as he was⊠he wanted you to be his one and only, untainted by the opinions of an irrelevant world; he simply wanted you to stay as his first love, his beloved partner⊠a deity that unintentionally made him show glimpses of who he truly was to the world, without him even knowing.
And today he chose to be honest.
So when he leaves his comments open, his once irrelevant world now fairly relevant - for he willingly shared his most treasured secret. Therefore, in lieu of such news, his followers collectively shocked at his unforeseen action couldnât help but ponder, âwho is this person that managed to change our stoic omi??! omg !! đłâ He responds with, again, as simple as he could be, but now with a welcoming smile laced on his face as heâs cuddled next to a warm you,
âthatâs a secret. đâ
holy fuck⊠to have this with him⊠OH MY GAWD
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You knew Kenma masturbated. Like everyone did right it wasnât weird? But you knew he masturbated you could hear it when he moaned. The wall that spilled your bedrooms was thin after all. You didnât say anything though, it was normal. It was private. Even when he started calling your name.
You were pretty sure that he didnât mean for you to hear him and that was all that really mattered anyway. Until that is, you accidentally walked in on him.
You were just dropping off laundry to him, you and kenma had an agreement to switch off who did laundry each week, you didnât even think he was home, which was honestly your fault because, where else would he be?
You swung open the door to his room and gasped seeing the image on the screen. It was you. Well, an anime character who looked just like you, same hair, same skin tone, same eyes. And she was riding a huge cock.
âOh,â Kenma said, turning around in his chair, to look at you, cock still in hand. You felt your cheeks go bright red.
âThatâs me- youâre watching porn of me!â you accused, not really sure how to feel about this whole thing, disgusted? freaked out? Flattered?
âYou make it sound like I designed a hentai just so I could jack off to you, itâs not like that, I just happened to find it,â he protested rolling his eyes. You gulped.
âBut, you do pretend itâs me donât you?â you asked, thinking about all the times you heard him moaning for you. He blushed.
âDoes that bother you?â he asked you thought about it before shaking your head. It didnât really bother you, it turned you on.
âThen come here and watch it with me,â he ordered. Meekly you crossed over to him. You did your best to not look directly at his cock as you sat next to him on his spare gaming chair that he hadnât gotten rid of yet.
âNot there,â he said.
âThen where should I sit?â you asked, he spread his legs and gestured to the space on the seat. Heat pooled in your stomach as you sat between his lap. Kenma slid his hand over your legs and you willingly spread your legs so he could touch you. He started the video and ran his fingers over your clothed sex, before pushing your panties to the side and spread your lips, and circled your clit making you gasp.
With his other hand, he continued stroking his cock. Pleasuring himself while he started touching you.
âListen to how she moans,â he whispered, his breath tickling your ear âdo you think you can make sounds like that?â he asked. His fingers slipped inside of you making your body spasm. You couldnât help the yelp that escaped you. Kenma laughed to himself
âI think I like the noises you make better,â he teased. You turned to look at him but he stopped you.
âDonât,â he snapped, âwatch the video, I want to see you react, this is a good episode,â he said. You gulped and looked at the screen.
The position had changed, she was no longer riding the impossibly large cock, but was now getting it from behind. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her eyes were rolled back in her head. The scene cut to the man rolling his hips plunging his cock deeper and deeper inside of you, the tip of his cock rutting against her cervix.
Kenmaâs fingers moved in and out of you, his thumb trained on your clit rolling the sensitive nub back and forth. He kissed your neck slowly enjoying the way that you moaned and how your walls clenched around his fingers.
âWill you fuck me like that?â you asked, breathlessly. Kenma shuddered.
âIâd like to,â he whispered.
âThen do it,â you challenged, he only laughed again.
âNo, I want you to watch,â he said. âYouâre lucky Iâm even touching you, instead of making you do it yourself. He said, kissing your neck again, running his tongue over your pulse point, you shuddered and tilted your neck to the side letting him bite and lick your neck as much as he liked.
There was suddenly an X-Ray shot of her syrupy walls, clenching around the cock as it came deep inside of her, filling her womb with cum.
âFuck- you want me to fill you up like that?â he hissed, quickening the pace at which he was touching himself.
âY-yes yes Kenma I want it,â you gasped, his fingers scissoring you open as they plunged in and out of you.
âYouâre so pretty, I want to cum in your pretty cunt fill you up just like that, I want to fuck you and hear you moan,â he groaned, his hips jolting up so hard that it almost lifted you up off the chair.
âK-Kenma please, I want to feel your cock inside of me, your fingers arenât enough,â you complained.
You turned your head again to look at him and this time he didnât stop you, he kissed you sweetly slipping his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. You turned around completely so your body was facing his.
His fingers worked fast against your clit while he pushed your digits in and out of your cunt. While his other hand squeezed down on his cock. The only sounds in the room were the wet sounds of skin connecting and your muffled moans.
âKenma Iâm going to cum,â you cried out your thighs trembling with the approaching climax building and building in your core.
âOkay, let go, Cum for me, lets cum together okay?â he asked, his own voice just as broken and trembling as yours. It was strangely comforting to know he felt the same frazzled as you were.
As romantic as it would have been to cum at the same time, Kenma ended up cumming a few seconds before you, his warm cum hitting your lips as your own orgasm hit. For a second you both just sat there together, catching your breath and revealing in the afterglow. Then Kenma spoke.
âI have more videos like that one if you want.â
tw: basically a blowjob with some love, kenma is streaming (talks to audience a few times), spit as lube, balls in mouf, baby said once, probably ooc.
wc: 1.6k
a/n: frenulum is sensitive yall. give him a lil kiss. also my first gn fic which is a shame and i apologize profusely.
Flicking through a magazine can only subside your boredom for so long.
The occasional complaints from your boyfriend's office have your ears perking up, undoubtedly yelling about the game that he was currently streaming.
You knew that Kenma was going to be busy most days streaming playthroughs or reviewing new games that have come out, but it was his birthday, you thought that he could at least take a break. But he was stubborn that way, thinking nothing of the day, just another year in the books.
Tossing the latest tabloid off to the side, you sigh before making your way over to his office door.
A soft knock on the wood has him pausing his stream and telling his audience that he'll be right back. A curious yeah? can be heard from Kenma before opening the door, alerting you that it's safe to come in.
"Sorry, I know you're busy, I just missed you." The shyness in your voice has him giving you a fond look before beckoning you over.
"No it's okay, you need something or you just wanna watch?"
You and Kenma have both been upfront with each other since the beginning of your relationship. Communication is something that you've decided was most important and the both of you have never been one to shy away from expressing your feelings.
So when the trend of, "supporting my boyfriend from under the table", started surfacing, Kenma was the first to admit that he's thought about it before. Not afraid to share his idea of you sitting underneath his desk while he continued his playthroughs.
"Is it okay if I...watch from below?"
His brows furrowed in confusion, but quickly quirk up in amusement as he watches you move in closer, arousal already creeping up his spine with each step you take.
Once you're within reach, Kenma drags your face down to him, hand wrapping around the back of your neck to keep you near him. Your lips meet in the middle, a soft exchange between you two before he's just barely pulling away, "Naughty. Gotta keep quiet though, I'm still on the clock."
The rolling of your eyes draws a chuckle from him, your mumbled response only amusing him more. "You're your own boss, just let me suck your dick in peace."
"You're the one offering, I can say no."
Before leaning in to capture his lips once more, you're making another snarky comment that has him smiling. "Never said I was pulling out of the deal."
The smile you can feel against your lips has your stomach doing flips, knowing that you can entertain Kenma has a warmth spreading throughout you. The usually bored expression adorning his features ceasing to exist around you.
Pulling away from him, your hands slide down to rest on his thighs as you slowly drop down to your knees. Looking up at him, you give him a little nod as you shuffle back so he can move his chair closer to his desk. Kenma gives you one last look before resuming his stream.
âGod, you guys are antsy, flooding the chat asking where Iâm at. Thanks for the concern I guess.â His voice has a playful air to it, seemingly teasing his fans before starting his game back up.
However, you were plenty antsy about the idea of thousands of people potentially figuring out what was going on behind the scenes. But you manage to push those thoughts aside because if anything, the idea of getting caught is making you excited.
Your hands were still placed on his thighs, moving one of them up to gently palm at the growing bulge beneath his shorts. A sense of pride washing over you as Kenma sucks in a breath, forcing himself to keep his reactions to a minimum as you move underneath his desk.
Gliding your hands up and under his shirt, your fingers loop around the fabric of his waistband, tugging down the material along with his briefs. The cool air against his length causes Kenma to shift in his seat, brows furrowing together once more to keep himself concentrated with the tasks flooding his screen.
His eyes flick down to meet your gaze, a quick, pleading look of please do something flashing across his golden eyes.
Obliging his silent request, your fingers wrap around his length, lips pursing together as a thick drop of your spit helps guide your movements. The soft clicking of your slicked fist working over his length has your legs squeezing together, remembering how those similar noises fill the room when heâs inside you.
A glassy look covers your gaze, eyes focused on every detail of your boyfriend youâve never seemed to notice before.
How Kenmaâs thighs twitch when you squeeze your fist around his tip just slightly, how the vein running down his cock throbs against your hold, how that little spot just under the crown of his head makes him shiver.
Your eyes lock just as your tongue comes to kitten lick at that same area, the gentle flicking motion mixed with the warmth from your mouth brings a quiet groan from the man above.
Clearing his throat, Kenma scoffs at a comment. âOh? Iâm not allowed to look down now? Yâall suspicious something might be going on? Bad. You guys are bad.â A soft smirk pulling at his lips tells you itâs nothing to worry about.
Feeling him grow antsy beneath you, your lips wrap around his tip, tongue swirling over his leaky slit to get a taste at the precum dribbling out.
Gently sucking him into your mouth, your hand continues itâs movements, both moving in tandem as you work him to his release. Each time a quiet sigh leaves his lips, your stomach twists with arousal, that feeling of pride coming back in waves.
The hand you had wrapped firmly around him drops to his thigh as your head slowly lowers along his length, your nose brushing against his curls before pulling back up. Laying your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, leaving a wet stripe in your path as your lips find their way back to his tip.
Youâve come to learn the ins and outs of Kenma, dating him for these past few years have taught you what gets him going and what doesnât.
Flicking your gaze back up to his face, you canât help but smile at the faint blush creeping up his neck.
With your eyes still on him, you place a soft kiss to that sensitive spot just under the crown of his head. The jolt in Kenmaâs thighs tells you more than heâs leading on.
âShit, uh, this is will probably be my last battle before I log off. Family wanting to take me out for dinner and stuff, ya know how it goes.â The shakyness in Kenmaâs voice is evident as he tries his best to conceal his impending release.
The sudden flick of your tongue against the vein has him stuttering out in response to the flood of comments in his streamâs chat. âYes, t-thank you for all the birthday wishes, means a lot.â His eyes catch your own as he pinches his brows together just enough to let you know that heâs close.
Smiling back at him, your tongue comes to lick at the area again before taking him back in your mouth completely.
The feeling of your warm mouth around Kenma has his stomach clenching, the soft bobbing of your head bringing him closer to the edge of his release. The hand you had previously around his cock coming to play with his balls has him stuttering yet again.
Kenmaâs soft praise to whatever deity was listening as his character defeated the last boss runs quietly through his mind. A quick wrap up of his plans for the week and another round of thanks to his fans has him shutting off his computer and carding his fingers through your hair.
âBaby, youâre too good at this, like you want them to see me cumming for you.â His comment being met with a soft hum in acknowledge from you, the vibrations adding to his pleasure.
Now that you donât have a nagging feeling of someone catching you both, your movements become sloppier, noises and moans are louder as you revel in the peace of just you and him.
Pulling off of him, your hand and mouth quickly switch places, hand pumping him with fervor as your warm mouth sucks at his taut balls. Humming around him at the hisses that leave Kenmaâs mouth, body becoming more sensitive from having to prolong his release.
âJust - just like that, please.â The gentle praise from him hurrying your movements.
As youâre working your wrist faster against him, Kenmaâs desperate as he pulls at you gently to get your mouth around his cock again, not wanting to make a mess of himself.
The warmth your mouth provides sends his head into a fuzzy state, your tongue licking at his leaking slit has him quickly unraveling. Hot ropes of white paint the inside of your throat, his cock bobbing in your mouth as his thighs tense beneath you.
A quiet hiss has you pulling away knowing that the sensitivity was becoming too much for him, but not before placing another soft kiss to his softening cock.
âThatâs embarrassing, donât kiss it.â
âFine, Iâll take my love somewhere else.â
Kenmaâs lips pulling into a fond smirk as he looks at you, hands coming to squeeze your cheeks together before placing his own kiss against them. âThere, thatâs better.â
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Later that night, the fans were going wild in Kenmaâs twitter mentions. Screenshots and quote tweets about the famous gamers profile showing a certain tweet finding itâs way into his likes.
âyeah, hate to break it to yâall, but kenny was definitely getting head during todayâs stream :/â
i had thots about dilf!osamu and then this happened.
tw: fem!reader, mentions of divorce (no cheating), hickies, praise, creampie.
a/n: um, this is almost 2k words and i don't know how that happened. like truly, i'm sorry i wrote this much, i have a feeling its not very good but comments are always appreciated. also if you don't like it, just smile and wave. pretend it never happened.
dilf!osamu whoâs gotten a little softer with age, but still just as broad as he was in his twenties. who is still the relatively quiet guy he used to be in high school, but has opened up more. who's living in a small apartment on the north side of town after his divorce, but it's comfortable enough for him. osamu is still running miya onigiri, clocking in every morning to set up shop and clocking out when everything's cleaned up and put away. it's been a routine of his for many years now and he doesn't plan on switching it up anytime soon. that is until the sweet neighbor across the hall bumps into him one morning on their way to work. a split coffee down your work shirt and a stain to his jeans has you apologizing profusely to the older man, opening up your door to grab the nearest towel to dry him off. but osamu doesn't let you get that far, "i make a mess of these pants every day, it's alright hun. let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" the gruffness to his voice catching you off guard, sleep still evident as he speaks.
dilf!osamu who makes it a point to leave a little later every morning to greet you, a causal âhelloâ and a small wave from you has both of your chests warming. but itâs you who ends up in the older manâs restaurant that night. the work day being too stressful and the need for some comfort food fueling your grumbling stomach. you, who takes a seat at the closest booth, not noticing that osamu has a shocked look on his face to see the sweet neighbor across the hall in his restaurant. but osamu simply clears his throat as he walks over to you, curiosity in his voice as he asks, "it's y/n right? didn't think i'd see you in here." your head flicking up to meet the eyes of your attractive neighbor, dressed in a simple black shirt, jeans, and onigiri cap. "miya...miya onigiri! i should have known!"
dilf!osamu that chuckles at you and tells you about how he's owned this restaurant for many years, how he's spent more time here after the divorce, noticing the gleam in your eyes at the proposition that he might be single. the two of you sharing stories back and forth about anything, the conversation flowing easily between the both of you, as if you have known each other for ages. isn't until the phone in the back rings, ultimately a customer calling to place an order, that osamu excuses himself from the table, quickly making the order and setting the order at the pick up table. but you feel like you've distracted him for too long, so you make your way out the door, money sitting on the table for the food and your number written on the napkin with a little note, "thanks for getting me out of my bad mood, don't be a stranger :)"
dilf!osamu that takes you up on that offer, texting you once he's closed up shop to tell you that he enjoyed the conversation and wishing you a good night. but he doesn't expect you to respond so soon, asking him if he could use a drink and inviting him over to your apartment. of course, it's been awhile since osamu has been in the dating pool, but he can pick up on your intentions. but osamu has the same ones, so he tells you that he'll be over shortly. and true to his word, a light knock on your front door has you revealing the older man, hair a little damp from his post work shower and low hanging sweats that have his thighs looking extra thick.
you're leading him into your space, telling him to make himself at home as you busy yourself in the kitchen, putting on the kettle to make the two of you a cup of tea. the conversation picks up right where you left it at his restaurant, the same easy going nature you had before never leaving. pouring the hot water into the two mugs, you're popping in a tea bag of whatever kind he'd chosen and sit them on the coffee table to let them steep.
the tea becomes long forgotten, you and osamu too caught up in each other to remember the drink you had promised over text. the conversation somehow making it's way over to him and his ex-wife, why the two of them split up and if he's handling it alright. osamu has always been a little reserved when it comes to his private life so he gives you the short version, watching as you nod along and dismiss your sympathies with a flick of his hand, telling you "it's nothing your pretty head should worry about."
the compliment catches you off guard, but osamu flips the conversation back on to you, asking if you're in a relationship. and to his fortunate discovery, you're single, your prior relationship ending on a bad note but you try not to dwell on it because you've put it behind you. not noticing that you both had drifted closer to one another on the couch, the touch of his warm hand on your face surprises you, but you're leaning into it, the feeling of him close easing whatever thoughts of your prior relationship away.
"sweet thing, they don't deserve you."
the simple sentence sends those butterflies into a flurry within you, chest warming from the inside out at how he seems to care for you. you're simply nodding along to what he has to say, and osamu can see that in your eyes, how they've seemed to gloss over and how you seem to be pleading with him for more.
and he does. leaning in to close the gap between you both, his lips meet yours in a heated exchange. his tongue licking at your lower lip to gain more access to you, the action making you moan quietly as you open your mouth slightly. his kisses are slow and dizzying, each unsaid word being pressed into your skin, every emotion uncovered being revealed to you in that moment. his mouth finding its way down your neck, teeth nipping at the soft skin as his tongue peeks out to soothe the bruising area.
osamu's hand sneaking behind you to push the decorative pillows and blanket off the cushions before laying you down, his head tucked away in your neck as he continues his gentle assault. your fingers find their way to his hair, carding through the grey strands before tugging slightly, begging him to meet your lips once more. he's listening to you, mouth finding yours again as his hands find their way to your hips.
he's pulling away just slightly, a breathy chuckle escaping him as you chase after him. "are you sure you want to, to do this? we don't have to." the sincerity in his voice makes your heart leap in your chest, a rushed nod of your head and a quiet "of course i want to" is all he needs to keep going. those hands he had resting at your hips now tugging off your bottoms, the fabric of your panties clinging to the wetness between your legs.
it almost takes osamu by surprise, not realizing that he had that much of an effect on you, but while he's caught up in his thoughts, he doesn't notice how he's staring at your leaking cunt. you're squirming underneath him, your voice shy as you call out to him, "stop starin', it's embarrassing." your hands coming to rest at the sides of his face as you pull him back to you.
he's apologizing between kisses, but you dismiss them in favor of pulling his sweats down. the sneaky bastard not wearing any briefs has you gasping quietly as his cock springs free, already giddy at how good the stretch is going to feel.
and good not even coming close to how you felt. osamu's cock was thick and long in all the right places, filling you up just right as he fucks into you. your arms slung around his shoulders and his hands hold your thighs to your chest, spreading you wide as his hips slap against yours.
pitched whines and low groans being the only thing exchanged between you both, too caught up in the feeling of one another to say anything else. and it's all you need, his breath is hot against your neck as he keeps his head tucked away in your shoulder, little words of praise being pulled past his lips when his balls tap against your ass, telling you how good you are for takin' all of him.
your cunt squeezing around him as he pulls out, the crown of his cock resting just within your walls before plunging back into you, knocking the breath from your lungs as he humps into you. both of you holding onto this feeling for as long as you can.
osamu is the first to break, pace becoming uneven as he thrusts into you, breathing out how close he is but he wants you cumming first. so he's pulling a hand from your thigh and sneaking it between you both, the pad of his thumb rough from working long days but feels so good against your neglected clit. your legs kicking out as your cunt clenches around him, the wet squelches of your arousal has your nose twisting up.
"cmon pretty baby, know you can be good and cum f'me yeah?"
a whine gets caught in your throat as your release finally washes over you, heat spreading up your spine and down to your toes as you cum around osamu's cock. his own release being triggered by yours as he spills into you, a long moan filling up the space between you as he stuffs you full, continuing to fuck into you before the sensitivity becomes too much.
osamu's eyes glossing over as he watches his cum leak from your battered cunt, fingers catching his arousal and pushing it back into you, smiling as you keen away from him because you're still coming down from your high.
osamu who grabs a warm washcloth to clean you up before himself, who grabs his shirt for you to wear and his sweats to pull back on. you who grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and pulls it over the two of you as sleep takes over your mind. but osamu who doesnât mind the little change in his routine and presses a kiss to your head before drifting off to sleep.
*this fic is a part of my âfive ways to say i love youâ mini-series. check out the other stories here!
You are lovingly dubbed as âThe Hand.â
The almighty mysterious being that appears on and off-screen whenever Kodzuken needs somethingâ water, snacks⊠a poke on the forehead. The fans have never seen your faceâ not even heard your voice. The only parts theyâve been privy to are the little scar on your arm from a bike accident when you were a kid, and the bombass manicure youâre sporting that week.
Until now, that is.
The stream starts off like any otherâ the only difference being the unusually early start time. Itâs Kenmaâs first charity event, a 24-hour stream that starts at 6 am and ends at 5:59 am the next day to raise money for children who didnât have access to sports or fitness opportunities.
âHey everyone,â Kenma says around a yawn when he starts. Heâs in a hoodie (his own merch) and sweats (also his own merch) and he rubs one eye while sipping on his first coffee of the day. âHope youâre ready cause Iâm not.â
You stifle your giggle as you walk over to him, a blanket in hand. You reach around the back of one of the monitors and drop it on his head. He grunts on impact. âThanks,â Kenma says with a smile when he pulls the material into his lap, remnants of sleep still stuck along his lashes. You nearly coo and the chat bursts to life.
look at him smiling!! kjdfhsdkfkasjdlaks
Itâs The Hand! Good Morning Hand! đđđ
loving the new mani đ„ș
sleepy ken-ken is my fav omgggg
i luv rage ken-ken more lol
His golden eyes flicker across the screens, coffee clutched in his hand. âThe chat says good morning,â Kenma says and you wave. He reads a few more messages with a small quirk of the lip. He peers at you over the rim of his cup. âCan you wave to the viewers?â
You raise an eyebrow but lean over to sway your arm from side to side in front of the camera as he slips on his blue light glasses. You can see the dual screens reflecting off of them, the chat is going crazy. You eventually leave the room, blowing Kenma a kiss and a thumbs up.
You amble to your bedroom and settle down into bed, face buried into your pillow and one arm wrapped around your cat Rover, who mewls and snuggles deeper into the comforter. You wake up a few hours later and open the streaming app on your phone to see what Kenma is up to. You grin when you see he's playing Animal Crossing. Heâs working on your shared island, de-weeding, and figuring out what to do for his fall/Halloween theme. After watching for a few more minutes, you stretch then roll out of bed.
You peek your head into the streaming room after swinging by the kitchen to find Kenma focused on one of the monitors. You lightly tap the doorframe to get his attention. He glances up. âHey,â he says as you pick up his empty water glass and replace it with a fresh one. You take his coffee mug and place a bowl of apple slices on the table. The corners of his lips curve upward. âThank you.â
The day progresses as suchâ you check up on his stream before appearing every once in a while to give him water, energy drinks, or food. Kenma comes by and gives you a kiss or a hug during his bathroom breaks, and once he takes his first fifteen-minute break, he collapses on the couch next to you.
âHow are you doing?â You ask, brushing away his bangs. He sighs and turns his head to kiss your palm.
âMâtired,â he complains. âI donât know how Iâm going to do this for another seventeen hours.â
You chuckle as Rover jumps on him and kneads his stomach. âTake a nap.â
Kenma shakes his head. âIf I do that, I wonât wake up,â he says. âIâm regretting this already.â
âThink of the children,â you say, pinching his cheek. He swats at your hand.
âYeah,â Kenma grumbles, âItâs for the kids.â
He gets off your lap when he has five minutes to spare, leaning forward until his lips are barely touching yours. âThanks for taking care of me while I do this,â he murmurs. You grin.
âOf course, Ken-ken. Iâll get another pot of coffee going.â
A few more hours go byâ your hand pops in and out of the screen, the chat says hello. Kenma blinks up at you when you come by to switch his cups. Despite the copious amounts of caffeine, he looks tired and you frown at him. He notices the look but shakes his head. âIâm fine,â he insists.
And before you know it, itâs 5 am. You can barely keep your eyes open as you stand in front of the kettle. Youâve decided to power through the last bit with Kenma, keeping the streamer engaged with tea now that heâs passed your accepted limit of coffee and energy drinks. The whistle of the kettle makes you jump and you quickly move it off the burner. You pour the hot water into two mugs and add a teabag to each. You carefully carry them to the gaming room.
Kenma jolts when you place the mugs on the table. You narrow your eyes at him and mouth âare you okay?â He nods, though it takes him a minute.
âAlmost done,â he sighs, taking off his glasses and leaning back in his chair. Kenma lifts one of the cups to his lips. When you roll his extra gaming chair over, just out of frame, he quirks an eyebrow at you. âAre you gonna camp out with me?â You smile at him as you nod, leaning forward to grab your mug before settling down.
âYou sure? We still haveâŠâ he checks the time. âFifty minutes.â You nod again and motion to his computerâ he's forgotten about his audience in the midst of talking to you. He winces. âSorry guys,â he says, turning back to his monitors. He squints as he reads. âYeah, itâs my partner⊠they will be here for the last stretch.â He chuckles at one of the messages and reads it aloud. âWill The Hand finally be The Face Reveal?â
You place your hand over your mouth to silence your laugh before taking a sip of your tea. âHmm letâs seeâŠâ Kenma taps his finger on the rim of his drink. âSince we already hit the regular goal, if we can reach the stretch goal, then they will make an appearance.â He glances at you for confirmation and you shrug.
Though Kenma had raised a considerable amount, there was still a substantial amount left to meet the stretch goal, especially for the last forty-five minutes of the stream. It probably wasn't going to happen so you agree and kick the floor, slowly twirling in the seat as you scroll through your phone, and half-listen as he plays Minecraft, the last game of the stream.
The streamer stifles a yawn as he checks the time. âFive minutes leftâŠâ he looks over at the fundraising website pulled up on the other screen. âWow guys, this is amazing.â He smiles sleepily at the camera. âWe didnât make it to the face reveal goal but that's cool. Iâll be giving away merch to the highest donator and have a random drawââ His eyes grow wide as he immediately pauses. âWait⊠guys donât donate if you canât afford it, itâs okay.â
You look up from your phone to find Kenma staring at his computer, hands hovering above his keyboard. You click on the streaming app. Last-minute donations are flooding in, the notifications wonât stop.
WE CAN DO THIS!!!
do it for the face reveal!
donât feel obligated to donate, if u canât afford it!!
The handâs face the handâs face the handâs face the handâs face
What a fucking mess đ
hi from seoul! đ°đ·
omg lol this is so chaotic
You watch as the donated amount goes up, up, up...
Itâs silent as the number on the screen bursts into a cloud of confetti. Balloons fill the screen as the words "CONGRATULATIONS!" stare back at you. Kenma looks at you. You look at him. And then you burst into laughter. The chat explodes once more.
Did you hear that?! Was that them???
omg they sound so cute im already sobbing đ
AHHH WE DID IT đ
HAND HAND HAND FACE FACE FACE âđŁ
Kenma mutes his mic and turns to you. âYou donât have to do this,â he says. âReally, I kind of threw you in without asking first.â
You tug on the collar of your hoodie, Kodzuken merch, and smile at him as you brush your fingers through your hair to hopefully look more presentable. A flutter of butterflies frantically beat around in your stomach, anticipation waking you up better than any amount of coffee and energy drinks can. âItâs fine,â you tell him. âWe were going to do this at some point so I donât mind." You grimace when you catch a knot. "Sorry I look like a mess.â
Kenma smiles softly at you, hand reaching out to detangle the strands. âYou always look beautiful to me.â
âWow, sleep-deprived Kodzuken has reached a new level,â you tease and drag him closer to press your lips to his. You canât even imagine what the chat must look like right now. âGo ahead, Iâll come on whenever you want me to.â
Kenma nods then give you one more kiss. He turns back to the webcam. âAlright,â he breathes. âI donât know how you guys pulled through at the last minute, but we did it. Firstly, thank you so much to everyone who donated. This charity means a lot to me so Iâm grateful to everyone who contributed, whether it was a dollar or a hundred.â He glances at you and you roll your chair closer to him. âAs promised, I would like to introduce you to, 'The Hand.'â
You stick your hand out and wave, laughing after a moment of reading through the comments. âIâm kidding,â you say as you roll your chair in the frame. It's weird to be on this side of the monitors.
The chat nearly breaks, unable to keep up with the multitude of comments that flood in. You respond to a few, tittering and bantering as Kenma leans his head against your shoulder, slips his hand into yours. You reach around his head to pet his hair. âWe should probably end it here,â you whisper. âMaybe we can do something like this again. Thanks to everyone who participated!â Kenma lethargically waves before ending the stream. He groans and pushes his chair back.
âBed. Now.â
You allow him to drag you out of the gaming room and to the bedroom. Rover is already there, curled up on Kenma's pillow. He moves out of the way when Kenma nudges him gently to the side, curling around the streamer's head when he settles. You giggle and slip in as well. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him until you're flush against his body.
âI know I already said this a lot, but thanks again for taking care of me today," he says, squeezing you a little tighter. "Promise to return the favor later."
You grin against his collarbone. "No worries, just get some sleep."
He murmurs something incoherent, fast asleep when you whisper, "Night, Ken-ken.â
You're awoken several hours later to your phone blowing up. When you tap on the screen and check the first notification, the title makes you chuckle.
New Video!! Koduzen and The Hand nearly break the internet.
warnings: mommy kink, dom reader, sucking dick (or at least insinuating to do so), getting handsy in public, everyone here is a legal adult fuck u, drabble
I wrote this in like fifteen minutes when I was supposed to be making lunch but the idea of sekai-kun getting on his tippy toes to give me a kiss invaded my head and one thing led to another. my pasta ended up kind of overcooked ngl
Yotasuke closes his eyes, embarrassed to look at you, and it's the cutest thing you've seen. He shivers when you run your fingers through his side, caressing the soft flesh of his waist and hips under that damned plaid shirt.
You know it's hard for him to let go
âtell me what you want, bunnyâ
He whimpers, biting those pink lips of his, now glistening with saliva. You draw circles with your thumb at the waist of his pants.
Instead of speaking, he takes your hand, eyes firm with determination as he presses your palm to the front of his pants where the results of your little make-out session are more than evident
âdon't play smart, I told you to use your wordsâ you smile nibbling his earlobe, he was flushed from the neck up to his ears, dark hair out of place, and shirt barely open, exposing just enough to be inviting
âit's embarrassingâ he sighs, hugging your shoulders and thrusting against your hand as if his actions were more dignified
âI want to know you want it, use your words, Yotasukeâ
âMommy, please, I want itâ he begs, getting on his tippy toes and searching for your face as you meet on a sloppy kiss. And you give in to his vague claims, just as you always do because he's too cute not to spoil
You press him a little harder against the wall, unbuckling his pants, freeing his weeping cock, and taking it in one hand. Pressing your thumb against the little slit on his glans and as you watch his face contort with pleasure, you smile.
âMommy is going to play with you now, but you better be quiet,â you say and he nods, covering his mouth with both hands as you lower yourself to his sex, licking your lips
âschool is not the place for this, and we don't want the teachers finding outâ
warnings: swearing, yaguchi calls reader a weirdo once (he doesnt mean it), yaguchi being embarassing /hj, reader being bold asf
author's note: this takes place before he joins the art club btw (obv)
synopsis: he loved the way you painted, in secret. and you loved the way he was so painfully oblivious to his own feelings- and yours.
Yatora stood by the entrance of the art club room-- An habit heâd found himself growing into for the past few days. Every time, around sunset, you were there. Paintbrush or pencil in hand, slowly constructing what soon would become a stunning masterpiece. It fascinated him-- The way you made art.
Each stroke of your brush, each line of your mechanical pencil, any color you splashed on the canvas, any emotion you seemed to put in your art, if there was any-- It was so incredible in a way the boy couldnât truly comprehend. So he stood there, staring as you finished up yet another painting.
This was, truthfully, one of the first paintings heâd seen you actually finish. And so, with wide eyes and a curious look on his face, he watched as you carefully signed it.
âYo, delinquent.â
He jumped, accidentally moving the open door of the club room and causing a loud sound to echo in the room in the process. He was positively startled. Could it be⊠You knew?
Confirming his suspicions, you turned around on your spinning barstool and looked directly at him. He couldâve hid, yes, but would there really be any point in that? It would probably only make matters even worse, Yatora thought. So he stood, frozen under your-- actually beautiful-- gaze.
âYou good?â you asked casually, raising an eyebrow as you spun the tiny paintbrush in your hand skillfully between your fingers. Impressive, he thought. As though as youâd read his thoughts, you smiled slyly.
âUhhâŠâ he started, clearing his throat a bit, âSorry, uh, I was just. Just. Looking at your painting. Itâs beautiful.â
He could feel the way his own face was burning up. It was embarrassing! If he could, the boy wouldâve probably snapped his fingers to teleport away, to pretend nothing happened when heâd see you the next day. But, alas, he was stuck there.
âItâs okay.â you hummed, chuckling a bit as you turned back towards your workspace. You rinsed your paintbrush, back turned to him. He composed himself for a bit, in the slightly awkward silence that had settled in the room.
âUhhâŠâ
âYou can come closer if you want, yâknow.â
His eyebrows shot up and he gulped, slowly walking towards you-- and your canvas.
As he came closer, he could really see it-- It was truly breathtaking. All the works heâd seen you create up until now were incredibly pretty, but seeing a finished product was different. It felt different-- Almost as if he could feel your exhaustion through the painting.
But no satisfaction.
He glanced at you, to see you were packing up your things, not even looking back at your own artwork.
âItâs⊠Itâs really beautiful, no exaggeration.â he said, âBut, umâŠâ
You turned to look at him, quizzically. He coughed a bit. Would this be insulting� Oh well. He wanted to know.
âAre you satisfied with this work?â
There was a silence, and you looked away in thought, before chuckling a bit. âInteresting.â
He stepped back a bit as you slid closer to him with your barstool. You looked at him and smiled.
âNo.â
He expected it, for some reason, but it still surprised him. This painting was⊠Seriously stunning. The way you painted this was simply amazing. He couldnât even comprehend that you wouldnât be satisfied with it.
But yet, he did.
He felt it through the canvas, the feeling of⊠Disappointment, almost. There was no joy in this painting, and if there was, it had faded as you added more strokes to the art.
âWhy?â he asked, almost feeling dumb for asking. You shrugged.
âJust donât like it that much. It isnât that good, yâknow?â you said, cracking your knuckles as you looked back at the canvas. You then looked back at the boy and smirked a bit, âOr maybe you donât know, actually, delinquent.â
Yatora made a face. âWhatâs with the nickname?!â
âWell, I mean, I donât know your name. And you do have a reputation.â
He grimaced even more, before sighing and brushing a hand over his face. He then extended his hand towards you and looked you in the eye. âIâm Yaguchi Yatora. Whatâs your name?â
You smiled. Instead of the warmth of your hand in his, he was surprised with the cold plastic of the case protecting your phone. He tilted his head in confusion.
âYouâll know when I put my number in your contact list, Yaguchi.â
The boy felt his face reddening and his eyes widened. Now what was that?!
âHuh?â
âAlso, are you seriously gonna tell me you donât know the name of the person youâve been stalking?â you laughed, your hand leaving your own phone to leave it in his hand.
He stared at you and started stuttering incoherently, hand barely holding your phone anymore. To be honest, he couldnât focus on much right now. Were you asking for his phone number? Seriously? And you were⊠Wait.
âIâm not stalking you?!â the claim came out more as a question than he intended it too and he swallowed thickly. You only laughed more at that.
âCâmon, Yaguchi, give me your number.â you smiled a charming smile, before abruptly sliding closer to him. In a second, you were bending forward until your face was mere inches away from his. âWhat, you donât like my faceee?â
He took a trembling step back and frantically moved his hands in the air. âNo! I mean , I do like it! But-- Argh! Are you just trying to make me embarrassed?!â
âI am, indeed.â
âWha-- Why?! And also, why would you want my number if you think Iâm stalking you? Weirdo.â
âSays the stalker?â you scoffed, amused, âBecause I, for one, like your face. And I appreciate the way you seem to like my art so much.â
He huffed, hand closing over your phone furthermore. It was annoying. Why did you have to act like this? He hated feeling embarassed, and he hated it when it showed on his face. And judging by your expression, it did. âFine, Iâll give you my number.â
He typed in his phone number and then clicked on the âNameâ case. He grumbled to himself for a bit, typing and deleting again , before settling on a name. When satisfied, he handed you your phone back.
You looked at it blankly, before exclaiming into laughter.
âOkay, Yaguchi Yatora-san (not a stalker, even less yours. I just like your paintings.). Thanks. Should I give you mine or text you?â
He handed his phone to you silently, and you smiled as you grabbed it.
Truth was, Yatora did like your face. He liked the expressions you made when you drew, the way you would stretch and make incoherent noises, mumble to yourself as you drew, he liked your smile and how you interacted with people for the few times heâd seen you do it in the hallways of the school. Maybe he liked you, and that was why he, like a dumb teenager with a crush, was just curious as to how youâd type your name in his phone.
Interrupting his train of thoughts, you handed him his phone back. âThanks.â
He looked down at the screen.
âyour beloved [name]-chan (i just know youâd make the contact name something like that anyway. youâre welcome ;P)â
You had a pretty name. You were getting on his nerves.
His face was heating up, again. He hated it. He hated the way his heart raced. He hated how clammy his hands became. He hated how hard it was to hold your gaze right now, and he hated the proud smile you had on your face as you waited for his response.
âYouâre stupid. And youâre wrong, too.â he muttered, half-heartedly, tone hardly matching the words that came out of his mouth.
âSure, sure. Believe what you want, delinquent.â
He left soon after that, after taking another look at your painting and letting you thank him properly, and walked back to his house with a head spinning with thoughts.
The notification sound of his phone merely startled him, as he grabbed it, expecting a message from one of his friends asking why he was ignoring their groupchat (that he had muted ages ago. Seriously, they just kept talking for hours.) but was instead greeted with a text he hoped for but didnât expect.
your beloved [name]-chan (the idiot who paints)
hey deliquent, itâs the object of your admiration texting you to make sure i didnât type my number wrong :P
He frowned, feeling his heart speed up. The sight of your contact name irritated him slightly, but he didnât have the heart to change it completely for some reason.
Another text came in.
your beloved [name]-chan (the idiot who paints)
wanna hang out while i paint next week? weâll be alone too, you could call it a date if youâd like~ and donât ignore me!
He groaned in annoyance and shut off his phone, walking back to his house with his head hanging low as to hide the red on his cheeks.
You sat in your room that night, scrolling through social medias and looking at your friendsâ latest posts and drawings, smiling softly to yourself, when you got the response you wished for, from the boy youâd known for far longer than he thought.
yaguchi :P
fine. iâll be there. just to watch you paint. itâs not a date.
You asked your childhood best friend, Keiji, to be the editor of your romance novel, which is actuallyâŠall about him. Youâve been yearning for him all this time and the feeling only gets stronger through the years. Writing with him is your last string to let him know.
A romance novel, a best friend and a whole lot of mutual pining. Will he figure it out? Is he the right one for you or perhaps you should move on and replace the male lead, not just in your book, but also in your life?
𧔠oblivious/mutual pining, childhood best friend, f2l?
𧔠on-going; every week
𧔠 taglist: drop the ff emoji on the ask box to be added đ
00. MOODBOARD
01. THE CHARACTERS
02. THE FLASHBACK
03. THE PLOTÂ
04. THE BUILD-UPÂ
05. CLICHEÂ
06. FICTIONÂ
nextâŠ
07. NON-FICTION [friday]
08. RISING ACTION
09. ANTI-CLIMAX
10. DENOUEMENT
(From this prompt) - and yes all my Tsukki fluff starts with angsty one liners lmao
âGet out.â
Pausing in the doorway with a teacup and a serving of strawberry pastries, you blink at Kei. âI donât think I will.â
âI donât want to see you.â
âYou donât want me to see you,â you correct gently. âBut you need to eat something, Kei, and it might as well be this.â
âYnâ
âYouâre glad to see me, I know you are.â
âNo. I canât believe Akiteru gave you his spare key.â Kei takes the offering out of your hands anyway, leaving your hands to flutter into the pockets of your jeans.
âOkay, so youâre not happy to see me. Youâre very happy to see me. I have brought you sustenance and drink; feel free to thank me any time.â
âShut the fuck up.â He retorts, slicing into the pastry with the fork youâd brought and holding it up to you. âSorry. You know Iâm trying.â
Biting the sugary treat off his fork, you eye him carefully. âI know.â
Kei slices another bit for himself. Thoughtfully, he chews. âIâm scared.â
âOf?â
âThis being a mistake. Or- well- I donât know what I want more. Volleyball orâŠ. Not volleyball.â
Kei offers you another bite. Youâd turn it down because this is defeating the purpose of bringing it to him in the first place, but that would ruin the rhythm heâs just gotten into.
âIs there something wrong with having both?â
âIt takes up too much time. I donât have time for you.â Realizing what heâs said, he backtracks a little. âNo, wait. I want time for you. Iâm just afraid Iâll forget.â
âYou wonât forget, Kei. I send SOS signals every time I feel even slightly neglected. Which is often. You know this.â
Tsukishima grins crookedly. âYou do, huh. High maintenance little thing.â He holds the last piece of the pastry to your lips.
âAnything else I can help you with today? Do you want actual food now? Any food?â
He frowns. âIâm having a life crisis; stop asking me about food.â Then he pauses and tips his head. âHuh. I didnât eat any of that just now.â
âNope.â
âHmm.â He leans in to kiss you slowly, methodically. This is part of his life crisis too. Itâs a deliverance of ideas and thoughts without the use of words. Sometimes, when he gets too riled up, this is the only way he knows how to communicate - and itâs okay. Itâs your own language.
He pulls away after a while, propping his forehead on yours. âYum. We have any more of those? Iâm starving.â
ââŠMore kisses or more pastries?â
âOpen interpretation. Iâll accept responses for either.â
Okay so this was in my drafts for months and o finished it at 2 am and now it is actual morning and I am reading it I am noticing narrratove discrepancies but I will pretend I do not see bc Tsukki is cute so whatever
"SAY IT WITH YOUR HANDS"
for A Series of "I Love You's"
Pairing: Tsukishima x Fem!Reader
Rating/Warnings: T for Teen, this is SOFT BOY HOURS
Word Count: 2.9k
Summary: Some things feel impossible to say aloud, at first. Good thing words aren't always needed.
Note: Fluff. God, nothing gets me more than soft Tsukki.
You hadnât known what to expect when you and Tsukishima first started dating. He had asked you out so casually, without preamble or pretense. Just a short question, in between your college lectures, in between the spaces of friendship and the careful beginnings of something more. Part of you had half expected to wake up the next morning and realize you had dreamt it all. (The other part of you thought he had been teasing you in some cruel way. You had almost tripped on thin air when you realized he was being serious.)
In a lot of ways, itâs easy, because nothing has changed. He still competes with you for the higher grade, still has a parry ready for any of your smartass remarks. He still taps you on the forehead with his pencil when you start zoning out. He still walks you to your dorm room after classes.
In a lot of ways, you feel at a loss, because everything has changed. Of course it has. Because now he punctuates every quick comeback with a peck on your forehead. Now, he pulls you in by the loops of your pants, kissing you goodbye, with you shoulder blades pressed against your room door. Now, every moment is full of new meaning (a hand brushing your lower back, a glance that softens from across the room), and youâd be lying if you said you werenât in slight disbelief sometimes.
It felt like he was in slight disbelief sometimes. Youâre as surprised about receiving his affections as he seems to be giving them. Like heâs shocked to have tenderness pulled out of him like this, like it happens against all his better judgements. You happened, against all his better judgements.
And he wants to be good for you. He doesnât say it, and you donât mention it either, but you can tell. Heâs more careful now. There are times you can see him struggle for the words, for the right action. And you want to be good for him, too. So you never push.
Even though there are times you really, really want to. Like now, kneeling on Tsukishimaâs dorm room bed, waiting for you boyfriend âYour boyfriend. When will you get used to that?â to meet your eyes.
âOkay, whatâs been going on? I feel like youâve been off all week.â
The blondâs eyes flicker up from his phone, the glint of his glasses concealing and reflecting. âNothingâs been going on.â
You narrow your eyes. âYour words say ânothing,â but your tone and behaviour say âsomething.ââ
Tsukishimaâs lips press together. You used to think, in the early days of knowing him, it meant his displeasure, but now you know it means heâs trying not to smile. âI feel like you havenât said a word to me in like, a week,â you say.
His brows raise, just a touch. âWe were on the phone for an hour last night.â
âNot the point, mister.â
The corners of his mouth twitch, despite his flat voice. âItâs nothing.â
âSo there is something,â you exclaim, pointing a finger at him.
He rolls his eyes, but the hidden beginnings of his smile break through. âI just said it was nothing.â He places his phone down, patting the slice of space beside him. âAre you going to come pick a movie, or what?â
You gnaw your lip, eyes roving over his face. âIs it me?â You ask, instead of moving. âDid I make you mad?â
A brief flit of confusion and then a line between his brows. âNo,â he says. And then, âOf course not. Why would you think that?â
You stare at him, the keen lines of his beauty, his face that is somehow simultaneously so familiar and so impossible to read. Itâs a strange thing, to be so comforted by him and so hesitant of him in the same breath. You thought being friends first would make everything simple, but a relationship has sharpened certain emotions. Made you sensitive and intuitive to things you might have previously shrugged off.
Slowly, you lay yourself down next to him, hands stuffing into the pockets of your sweater. Youâre immediately shuffled around, Tsukishimaâs large hands grabbing onto you, tucking you underneath his chin in a loose spoon. His fingers slip beneath your top, tracing delicate circles over your skin. âIâm warning you now,â you say, instead of answering his question. âIâm choosing a romance.â His laptop is half-hidden under his bed and you bend over and grab it, his hand slipping from your body.
âOf course you are.â Tsukishimaâs voice is on the edge of amused, though a line still sits between his brows. He waits until youâve clicked on a regency drama before placing his hand back on you. A soft pull of violin and piano burrs from the laptop speakers, and he blindly watches the camera pan over fogged greenery. You curl into yourself a little more, getting comfortable in his arms. âWhat is with you and period pieces?â He asks. He can feel your starry eyes taking in the movie without even seeing them.
âIâm sensing youâre about to tease me, and I reject it in advance.â
Tsukishima smirks into your hair. âIâm just saying this is the third time youâve watched this with me.â
âIt must be because I like pretentious people.â You reach behind to pat him on the arm. âThatâs why Iâm with yâow!â You give a laughing little yelp when he pinches your waist. He smooths it over with delicate touches immediately after.
A few minutes pass as you both settle into the familiar patterns of the movie. You try to let the thought of his strange, distant behaviour from the past week slide. Itâs true, there have still been long phone conversations and moments of new wondering sweetness. But you know him, and know him well. You can tell when his mind is preoccupied or distant, when he withdraws from you. You can see when his eyes linger on you, face indiscernible. And despite being in his arms now, with the easy banter between the two of you, you can just feel somethingâs up. Thereâs something heâs not saying, something heâs hiding. You know it. You canât be this close with someone and not know it.
âHey,â he says, squeezing you slightly. âWhy would you think I was mad?â
âI dunno,â you say. You can see the barest traces of his expression reflected off the screen of his laptop, just his eyes, concerned, looking at you.
He tsks, reaching over you to tap the lower volume button.
âHey,â you protest playfully, âitâs my favourite part.â
âItâs literally the beginning sequence. Nothingâs even happened yetââ
âShhh, theyâre about to meet.â
Youâre avoiding his question. Tsukishima sighs but acquiesces, turning the volume up again. He can hear the whisper of you mouthing the lines of dialogue along with the actors and it makes him smile in earnest, from behind you. âYouâre a dork,â he mumbles, affectionate.
âI might be a dork, but youâre a dork-lover, so whatever Kei.â Your words are casual, distracted as you watch the movie. Youâre only half-aware of what youâre even saying. Despite this, Tsukishima tenses behind you. You almost donât catch it, the shift in his body language. You almost let it go. But then you hear him huff and he turns away from you to lie on his back.
You hesitate, and then click pause.
Rolling over, you see Tsukishima with a hand rubbing at his eyes, glasses perched on his chest. He's frowning, frustrated and annoyed. Your brows pull together at his expression, his sudden change in mood.
âWhatâs up?â you ask, voice tentative. Tsukishima slings his arm over his eyes like a light is blinding him.
âNothing. Itâs fine.â
âOkay,â you sigh, sitting yourself up. That only seems to frustrate him further, which in turn frustrates you. You hate not being able to read him. âThis is why I thought you were mad at me. Youâve been all over the place, Kei. One second youâre sweet, the next youâre clamming up. Whatâs going on?â
He lifts his arm from his face just enough to peer at you. âYou think Iâm mad right now?â Itâs a genuine question that forces a baffled laugh from you.
âUh, yeah? Or annoyed.â
âIâm not annoyed,â he says, annoyed. You canât tell if itâs directed at you or not. He sees your reaction and covers his eyes again, like he has a headache.
Youâre skeptical. âReally?â
His voice is a mumble. âAm I that difficult to read?â
âAre you kidding me?â You give another little helpless laugh. âYouâre being damn near impossible right now.â Your voice is equal parts exasperated and amused.
He drops his arm completely to his side, but before you can catch his eyes, he looks away. You watch his jaw flex as he grinds his teeth, his fingers absently grabbing at his shirt to wipe at his glasses. You give him a minute. You give him two. He doesnât say anything, seems to be struggling for words which is so unlike him. Youâve only ever known Tsukishima to be quick-minded, always ready with the last word. He flickers his eyes to your face only to see that your gaze is already trained on him. He blinks, arrested by you, caught in you regarding him. His lips part, as if to speak.
Then he looks away again. You almost groan in frustration at his refusal to communicate but then you see it âthe rare splotches of pink on the top of his cheekbones. Heâs blushing. His hands are fidgeting, looking for something to do. Heâs being shy, you think, in incredulous realization. Heâs gone shy, looking at you. You stare at him with the beginnings of wonderment. You give him a slow smile.
âShut up,â he murmurs. Heâs struggling to look at you for more than a few seconds at a time. The tips of his ears are going red. Your frustration leaves you. Somewhere in your heart, you are beginning to understand.
âI didnât say anything,â you counter softly. The more flustered he gets the wider your smile grows. âWhatâs wrong, Kei?â you ask. He shakes his head slightly, biting his bottom lip as though to keep words from spilling out.
âNothingâs wrong.â Heâs trying to be resolute.
Your brows flick up gently. âYouâre really going to make me dig this hard every time youâre scared to say something?â
âNo,â he says immediately and then frowns. âMaybe.â
You almost laugh. âGod, youâre a baby sometimes.â
He lets out a breath through his nose. âIâm bad at this.â Itâs hard for him to admit.
Youâre gently amused. âApparently. Who wouldâve thought? Mr. Cool Calm and Collected, brough low by a measly girl.â
Tsukishima snorts, rolling his eyes, blush deepening. You think heâs about to tease you back, but when he looks to you again, youâre stricken by his solemnity. âBut youâre not, are you?â
You tilt your head. âNot what?â
He gives you a tilted smile. âJust any girl, I mean.â
Itâs your turn to grow flustered, but you refuse to let him distract you. âOh, youâve got lines, do you?â
He shrugs slightly. âIâve got to have some, after all the romances you force me to watch.â
âYou know, sometimes I think you should be a regency romance hero.â
âOh?â Heâs dry. âIâm flattered.â
You match his tone. âBecause you absolutely refuse to be straightforward about your feelings.â
He goes quiet again, which ten minutes ago you wouldâve thought was irritation but now you know to be shyness. He really does belong in Victorian England, you think to yourself, fighting a smile for your boyfriendâs sake. You can almost picture him as a surly bachelor, in a waistcoat and cravat, always with the clever quip âuntil itâs time for some honest emotion, that is. Those have always been your favourite characters, though, you admit to yourself. And the scenes where they say everything but what they mean to are the scenes you always look forward to the most.
You purse your lips together and take one of his hands. Despite himself, Tsukishima laces his fingers with yours instantly. âYou know why I actually like regency romances so much?â
The blond raises a brow at your tangent. âWhyâs that?â he asks, wary.
You give him a patient smile. âAll the best scenes, when theyâre trying to say something important or romantic? And they donât have the words?â You squeeze his fingers. âThey camera always zoom close to their hands, like their gestures explain everything theyâre feeling. Everything they canât say aloud, they say it with their hands.â
You watch his expression go from unimpressed, to wry, to hesitant. You bat your eyes expectantly, unlacing your hands to flip your palm up, resting it on his abdomen. His fingers circle around your wrist, keeping you close. âI see,â he says, trying to be indifferent.
You squint at him, unrelenting. âSo, are you mad at me?â you ask again, with purpose.
Tsukishima sighs at the question, but you tap your knuckles against him, insistent. He shakes his head slightly, like he canât believe himself, and then with his free hand, draws two letters from the English alphabet into your waiting palm. N-O.
âOkay,â you nod, thinking. âAre you upset about something?â
His mouth twists down. His index finger presses into you firmly. N-O.
Your brows furrow. You look at him, trying to discern his expression. âAre you scared?â
A pause. When he draws on you again, itâs slow and light. Y-E-S. His face is red again.
âWhy are you scared?â you murmur.
Tsukishima shakes his head. âThatâs too many letters.â
âOkay, fine.â You turn thoughtful. You think of how strange heâs been acting the past little while, his new shyness. You look at him now and see the flicker of openness in his face, just a moment of it. Moment enough for another piece of understanding to enter you. âIs it something to do with me?â Youâre nervous, suddenly.
Tsukishima moves his finger. Y-E-S.
You fumble with your words for a moment, but you have to ask, âIs itâŠdo you regret that we, uhâŠdo you not want toââ
Tsukishima squeezes your wrist lightly, silencing you. When you look at him, he eyes are firm. âI could never regret anything between us,â he says. Heâs so serious heâs stern. âOkay? So donât even let your mind go there.â The look of relief in you softens him. He squeezes your wrist again. âAndâŠâ He breaks off, cursing lightly. âIâm sorry Iâm shit at talking about my feelings sometimes. I donât want you to think Iâm mad at you, or hurt. IâmâŠIâm not mad. Not even close.â
Your words are quiet. âThen what is it, Kei?â
His eyes shutter again. You see his instincts kicking in, his long-standing habit of hiding his feelings beneath a veneer of indifference. You know it well, and for a moment you think youâre about to resign yourself to those habits of his. Some things just needed more time, you suppose. But then he sees your imploring eyes, your sweetly parted lips. You care so much and he hates, hates that he canât say some things easily to you. But he needs to make you understand that itâs not because he cares less, not at all. The complete opposite in fact. Itâs because he cares so much more than he wants to let on.
The thing âthis feelingâthat heâs been grappling with for the past while (longer than he would ever care to admit) comes rushing in, a force he never thought he would feel, not like this. To his own surprise, heâs trembling, just a little. Little enough to hide. He lets you see it though, his nerves, as he moves to sit up, glasses thumping onto his mattress. He grabs your hand again in both of his, gentle as can be. You grow still as he raises your hand to his lips, pressing featherlight kisses onto the tips of your fingers. Your eyes are wide. He always shocks you with affection when you least expect it.
And then, with ceremony, he brings your hand down to his lap and turns it palm-side up. His breathing is shallow, you can hear it. His eyes are trained on your fate lines. You feel your heart knocking against your chest so hard youâre sure Tsukishima can pick up on it. He brushes his fingers over your palm so faintly you break out into goosebumps. You catch his faint smile at this. And then, slowly so that you donât miss a single letter, he begins to draw on your skin.
Itâs three words, eight letters. You close your eyes to try to stave off tears but that only makes them fall. Tsukishima takes a long while to look up at you again, but when he does, heâs a completely open book, no pretense, no metaphor, no armour. He looks younger, vulnerable. He looks helpless, almost, at the feeling thatâs taken hold of him now.
You close your hand slowly into a fist, like his words are somehow a physical thing and you can hold onto them and keep them close. Heâs written his heart into the palm of your hand. You want to protect his heart, forever.
Slowly, you reach down for one of his nervous hands and you bring it into your lap. Tsukishima closes his eyes when you start to trace letters onto his electric skin, like he wants to remember the feel of them. When youâre done, he pulls you into a kiss that melts the afternoon into the evening, and then into the night.
Hi. Um.. im new here and I donât rlly know if ur taking requests or smthn but if u r, could u write abt kuroo/atsumu going grocery shopping w their s/o but getting lost so they get it announced as ây/n l/n ur child isâŠâ ? If u canât or donât want to itâs perfectly fine. Have a great day!đ
"please come pick up your childâ
feat. Kuroo, Atsumu, Suna
⥠a/n: LMAO
KUROO
you and Kuroo were out grocery shopping to restock your now empty fridge
and you had sent your boyfriend to go pick up some fruits for you
that was his only job for the record- the fruits
the rest of the grocery list was handled by you, and you quickly madd your way through each of the aisles, picking up what you needed
you were on your last item- cereal. you looked up and down the varying boxes, wondering which one would th two of you would like
âL/n Y/n, please come pick up your child at the registerâ you heard over the grocery store intercom
you freeze- still holding onto the box of cereal you were looking at
since when did you have a child?
still, you set the box down and made your way over to the registers, thoroughly confused by the situation
you looked around for a child, wondering in what situation a kid would be asking for you
âbabe!!â you hear Kuroo call, and you turn your head in the direction of his voice
and there he stood, your very much adult boyfriend standing next to an employee. and in his hands were a variety of fruits
Kuroo turns the employees, thanking them before making his way towards you
âCHILD?â you ask your boyfriend as he places the fruit in the grocery cart
âyou see... I couldnât find you. So the best way for me to find you was to get your attention and bring you to meâ he explains
you pull out your phone, waving it in front of him with a quizzical look
âand you didnât think to text or call?â
âno no I did, this was just funnier. Also I said child because I wanted to see your cute confused face. And I did get to see it, so I see this as an absolute win!â
ATSUMU
the first you heard your name being called over the intercom about a lost child you had ignored it
because you didnât have a kid, so obviously you must have misheard
maybe the parentâs name was strikingly similar to yours
âL/n Y/n, your child is waiting by the front doorâ the intercom said once again
they definitely said your name
so you walked towards the store entrance, where you saw Atsumu, completely relieved at the sight of you
he runs over to you, engulfing you into a large hug
âoh my goodness I swear I thought I lost you foreverâ he sighs, cupping your face to kiss you
âthatâs great and all âTsumu but why did you say I was your parent?â you ask
âin all honesty... I panicked and that was the first thing that came out of my mouthâ
âso you told them you were my child... and then when you all saw me... you decide that the first thing you want to do is kiss me? when they all were told I'm your parent?â you blink t your boyfriend, waiting for it to all click in his head
Atsumuâs eyes widen, and he turns to the store employees in another frenzy
âoh MY GOD I SWEAR THEYâRE NOT ACTUALLY MY PARENT. Y/N IS MY S/Oâ he yells, and the employees awkwardly smile at the two of you
âI mean yeah... we kinda figured sir, no need to panicâ one of them reassures Atsumu
Atsumu turns back to you with a grin
âsee? everything is all sorted out now. any misconceptions are clearedâ he says, as if he was expecting some sort of praise or reward
âyou may not be my child babe, but you certainly act like oneâ you sigh, walking away from your boyfriend to finish your shopping
but this time he trails after you, not wanting to get lost a second time
SUNA
you and Suna were out at a department store to buy gifts for an upcoming birthday party, and the two of you took off in separate directions to cover more ground
as you were looking over some nice scarves, you heard what sounded like your name being called
âL/n Y/n, please pick your child up at the registerâ was said over the speakers
you passed for a moment- but ignored it
you clearly didnât have a child, so it was more likely that someone with the exact same name as you was in the same store and had lost a child
so you continued browsing through potential gifts, when you hear an employee walk up to you, muttering what sounds like clothing descriptors under their breath
âare you L/n Y/n?â they ask, looking up and down at you, confused
âuh.... yesâ you respond, and they urge you to follow them
âIâm sorry, you probably didnât hear our announcement but your child is waiting for you at the registerâ
you donât reply to their words- youâre honestly too in shock that the message you heard was actually for you
but you still follow them to the register to assess the situation- because clearly this was a mistake
âalthough I have to say, for someone with a grown kid, you look really young!! You must take good care of your skin and- oh well, there he isâ the employee says, gesturing to your âsonâ
Suna was sitting on the floor, completely unfazed
âoh hey youâre hereâ he says, standing to his feet to walk over to you
âmy phone died by the way. did you find a gift?â he asks, completely brushing over the most important detail
âwhy did you tell them you were my kid?â
Suna pauses to think about his answer. but he simply shrugs
âI thought it would be funny. and it wasâ
before the two of you continue shopping, Suna presses a kiss to your forehead and gives your cheek a small pinch
it didnât take long for the employees to realize that it was all a joke
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