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hello friends!
Mxxstiq here, with some news! i will be taking a 14 hour flight on saturday so i will have LOTS of time to write some stuff. my apologies for disappearing. in preparation for said flight, i have indeed neglected writing.
that is all chatters, love you all <3
WE'VE FINALLY HIT 100 !!
What would you guys like as the 100 follower special treat?
So far one person said a one shot would be better, but I wanna know what fandom I should write for, or if I should post an essay, or something else??
congratulations apple!! very proud of you honey <33
Ive been reworking my color palette
Not planning to finish this one
TEAM AKUTA (COMBATANTS) [id in alt]
when yo eye
LET'S GET LOUD!
How Übel is with an extroverted girlfriend – headcanons
NOTES: This is low-key a bit out of my comfort zone, so please don't crucify me if I do her horribly dirty I've never written for her before🙏 I've genuinely never been so scared to write for sm1 before. Also I'm writing this at 3am and letting this queue because I won't remember to post this
CONTENT: Übel x fem!reader, likely ooc!übel, no use of y/n, how the relationship between you two starts, what she does in the relationship, how she treats the reader, handholding, kissing, not beta/proof read per usual, like 0 plot
WORD COUNT: 300ish words, sorry it's short!
REQUESTED BY AND DEDICATED TO: 🥀anon
GUYS APPLES FIRST FRIEREN POST
oh Alexis is going to be pissed at that one
you have NO idea LMAO
are we allowed to ship you and Alexis..................
actually, like, from the bottom of my heart, actively do not do that.
Apple and i are just friends. flirting does not always equal interest it’s literally just playful. i’ve had this problem with mutuals before, with May and Maddy. there’s nothing there. stop fishing for it. it will never happen.
we are also, REAL PEOPLE. i know that’s hard to believe, there’s an actual person behind this screen.
i am also, not available. i have a lovely gf whom i cherish.
MIXXXX are you going to be doing anything special for 500 followers?
perhaps? perchance? if anyone has any ideas, please feel free to send them in🥰
THAT NIGHT, SOMETHING TURNED IN MY HEART
While you were sleeping, I fell in love...
NOTES: I'm backkkkkk also I'll just outwardly beg but SOMEONE PLEASE REQUEST DR STONE 🙏
CONTENT: Kyouka x fem!reader, Kyouka is bad at feelings, no established relationship, you both drink tea, they're together by the end, arguing occurs, hand holding, tea drinking, kyouka done fucks up, Hurt/comfort, not beta read per usual
WORD COUNT: 3.1k
DEDICATED TO AND REQUESTED BY: @tsillyy
The headquarters was dark when you returned and slipped back inside.
It wasn't unusual, it was about the time everyone slept. Plus, Kyouka preferred low light when she was there. There was one lamp in the kitchen, another near the common room, and the rest of the place swallowed in amber shadow. It felt quiet and controlled. Good, everything exactly where it belonged.
...Except tonight. Tonight there was a second pair of boots by your dormitorys door and you froze with your hand still on the knob.
You found Kyouka sat at your bed with a file open in front of her, untouched tea on your nightstand long gone cold. She didn’t look up immediately, but the tension in the room tightened so sharply it felt physical.
“You’re late.”
Her voice was calm.
You exhaled slowly, already exhausted from the mission. “It ran longer than expected.”
Silence.
Kyouka finally looked at you. Her navy blue eyes moved over your face, your uniform, the blood drying near your collar— not all of it yours— and something flickered across her expression so quickly you almost missed it.
Relief.
Although It vanished immediately.
“You left without authorization.”
You dropped your bag beside the door. “I didn’t need authorization for a mission you assigned me.”
“You disappeared for eleven hours.”
“I left a report.”
“You left a note.”
You frowned. “What’s your problem?”
That made something in her snap. Not loudly necessarily. Kyouka never raised her voice at you unless absolutely necessary. But her composure sharpened into something cold enough to cut.
“My problem,” she said carefully, “is that you entered a dangerous district alone without informing anyone of your route.”
“I informed the team.”
“You informed scavengers.”
The way she said it made irritation flare hot in your chest.
“You’re acting like I’m incompetent.”
“I’m acting like you were reckless.”
“I handled the mission fine.”
“That isn’t the point.”
“Then what is the point?”
Kyouka stood abruptly, chair scraping against the floor.
For a second, neither of you spoke. You suddenly became aware of how tired she looked.
Not physically, necessarily– Kyouka always carried herself too rigidly for that– but there were dark circles beneath her eyes, tension in her shoulders, fingers clenched tightly at her sides like she’d been waiting a while.
Your irritation faltered briefly.
Then she spoke again. “You could have died.”
The words came out harsher than expected. They weren't emotional, they sounded almost angry.
You blinked. “People almost die on missions constantly.”
“And usually,” Kyouka replied, “they possess enough common sense to tell someone where they’re going.”
“Oh, so this is about control?”
Her expression hardened instantly.
“This is about responsibility.”
"You don’t get to monitor every decision I make.”
“And you don’t get to act carelessly because you think survival makes you invincible.”
“That’s not what I—”
“You vanished.” The force behind the words stunned you into silence. Kyouka looked away immediately afterward, jaw tightening like she regretted speaking at all.
The room went quiet again.
You crossed your arms. “I didn’t realize I needed permission.”
“That isn’t what I said.”
“It’s clearly what you meant.”
Kyouka’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You seem to consistently mistake concern for criticism.”
“And you consistently treat concern like an interrogation."
You saw it.
A tiny flinch in her expression.
But instead of softening, she retreated behind composure again.
“Fine,” she said flatly. “If that’s how you interpret this conversation, then continue doing whatever you want.”
Your chest tightened. “Seriously?”
“I’m done arguing.”
“Right. Yeah. Of course you are.”
You grabbed your bag again before she could answer and pointed at the door.
The room suddenly felt suffocating.
As she left, she paused near the hallway, half-expecting you to stop her.
You didn’t.
So you said the thing you knew would hurt.
“You know, for someone supposedly worried about me, you have a terrible way of showing it.”
Kyouka went completely still.For one horrible second, guilt crawled up your spine.
Then she answered quietly. “And for someone asking to be understood, you rarely try understanding others.”
The words hit harder than you expected. Neither of you spoke again after that.
You went to bed angry.
...Or tried to. Sleep never really came easily after missions, but tonight your thoughts kept circling back to the look on Kyouka’s face when she’d said you vanished. It wasn't particularly irritated, or controlling– it was more of an afraid expression if anything.
Meanwhile, across HQ, Kyouka laid alone in the dark. The untouched file still lay open in front of her. She hadn’t read a single page.
The clock ticked softly somewhere in the kitchen.
3:30 AM.
She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes briefly.
""You vanished.""
The words replayed in her head with quiet horror. They were much too honest, and way too exposed. Kyouka pressed two fingers against her temple. She hated arguments. It wasn't the conflict though, conflict never frightened her. It was because emotions became imprecise inside them. They grew sloppy, difficult to control, people said things they didn’t mean.
Or worse.
Things they did mean to say.
Her chest tightened unpleasantly.
The mission report had crossed her desk six hours earlier. It was filled with incomplete route information. It was a solo operation with radio silence after entry.
By hour four, irritation had become distraction. And by hour seven, distraction had become dread.
She had checked the infirmary twice without reason. She had reviewed casualty reports personally. She had nearly sent retrieval personnel before realizing how irrational that would appear.
But when you finally walked through the door alive?
Kyouka opened her eyes slowly. The realization settled over her with crushing clarity.
She had been terrified. It wasn't the usual strategic concern she would hint at, hell it wasn't even professionally responsible.
She was terrified for you.
The thought should have felt manageable. Explainable.
Instead, it hollowed her out. Because it explained everything else too.
Why your injuries lingered in her mind longer than anyone else’s.
Why she noticed your footsteps instinctively.
Why silence from you felt different from silence from everyone else.
Why seeing you exhausted near her always somehow made her life feel complete.
Kyouka stared into the darkness for a long time.
Then she quietly covered her eyes with one hand.
“…Damn it.”
The words barely escaped above a whisper.
Love was inconvenient. Love was destabilizing. Love made people irrational.
And sometime between your reckless smiles and unbearable stubbornness, she had apparently fallen into it completely.
...Kyouka did not sleep that night. Not a blink at all.
The following day, rain tapped softly against the apartment windows.
It wasn't heavy enough to storm, it was just enough to turn the city grey.
You stood outside Kyouka’s door for several seconds longer than necessary, staring at the message written neatly on a slip of paper, delivered by one of her men.
"Come by this afternoon. We should talk."
No greeting. Of course there wasn't a greeting, especially not an explanation. How kyouka of her.
You almost hadn’t come.
Part of you was still angry about last night— you were angry at the way she’d spoken to you, angry at how cold she became whenever emotions got too close to the surface. But underneath the irritation sat something worse: Guilt.
Because she had been worried, and because you’d known it even while arguing.
You sighed quietly and knocked.
A few seconds later, the door opened.
Kyouka stood there in dark slacks and a loose black sweater instead of her uniform, crimson hair tied back loosely at the nape of her neck. Without the rigid structure of the Hell Guard coat, she somehow looked less untouchable– mostly just tired.
Her eyes met yours briefly before shifting aside.
“…Come in.”
You stepped inside.
The room smelled faintly of tea leaves, incense, and petrichor..
Everything was immaculate as always, but there were small signs she’d been restless. There was a book left open on the couch, two untouched cups already prepared at the table, and the faint crease between her brows that appeared whenever she hadn’t slept properly.
You noticed them immediately, and Kyouka noticed you noticing.
Neither of you mentioned it.
An awkward silence settled while you removed your shoes.
Usually silence with Kyouka felt comfortable. Today, it felt fragile.
“I made jasmine tea,” she said eventually, like she’d rehearsed the sentence beforehand.
“…Thanks.”
You sat across from each other at the dining table.
Similar posture of when you both had argued last night.
That realization seemed to occur to both of you simultaneously because Kyouka’s fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around her cup.
You took a sip of tea mostly to avoid speaking first.
Kyouka stared at hers like it had personally betrayed her.
It would have been almost funny if the tension wasn’t so dense.
Finally, you set your cup down carefully.
“So,” you said, “you wanted to talk.”
Kyouka inhaled once and exhaled like one would a cigarette before she nodded.
“Yes.” ...And immediately said nothing else.
You waited.
She remained completely still.
If you didn’t know her better, you might’ve thought she’d changed her mind entirely.
Then she spoke abruptly.
“I was unfair yesterday.”
You blinked in shock– mostly because the apology sounded almost physically painful for her to say.
Kyouka continued before you could answer.
“My frustration was misplaced. You did complete the mission successfully.” Her gaze lowered slightly. “And I should not have spoken to you that way.”
Silence followed.
You leaned back slightly in your chair. “You were still angry.”
“Yes.”
“At me?”
A pause.
“…Partially.”
You frowned faintly. “What does that mean?”
Kyouka’s fingers tightened around her teacup again. “You were reckless.”
“There it is.”
“I am not attempting to restart the argument.”
“It kind of sounds like you are.”
Her expression tightened immediately. Then, after a visible effort, she exhaled softly.
“No,” she said quietly. “I’m trying to explain myself properly this time.”
That made something in your chest loosen a little.
Kyouka almost never explained herself emotionally. Usually, she just expected people to understand her through implication alone.
The fact she was trying at all mattered.
You softened slightly. “Okay then, explain.”
Another silence.
Rain tapped against the windows.
Kyouka stared at the steam curling from her tea for several moments before speaking again.
“When your report came in incomplete…” she began carefully, “I assumed you would return within a few hours.”
You listened quietly.
“But communication stopped entirely after your entry point.” Her voice remained calm, but you could hear strain underneath it now filled with barely restrained tension.
“I checked incoming reports repeatedly. Then casualty records. Then infirmary admissions.”
Your expression shifted.
Kyouka looked away almost as if looking at you hurt.
“I told myself it was simply procedural concern,” she continued. “You are a valuable operative. Losing personnel through carelessness would be irresponsible.”
You almost smiled faintly at the wording.
Even now she was hiding behind professionalism.
Kyouka noticed.
“You’re doing it again,” you murmured.
Her jaw tightened.
“Yes, I suppose I am.”
The honesty startled you.
Kyouka closed her eyes briefly before continuing.
“When you finally returned, I was relieved.” The admission came quietly, like something made in fragility. “And that relief immediately became anger.”
“Why?”
“Because,” she said flatly, “you frightened me.”
The room went completely still.
You stared at her.
Kyouka kept her eyes fixed on the table like meeting your gaze directly would make the conversation impossible. “I dislike feeling out of control,” she admitted. “And yesterday, I realized I had become emotionally compromised enough that the possibility of losing you affected my judgment.”
You blinked once. “…Emotionally compromised?”
A flicker of embarrassment crossed her face so quickly you almost missed it.
“Yes.”
“That’s a very dramatic way to say you care about me.”
Kyouka looked genuinely pained.
“It sounded less humiliating in my head.”
You snorted unexpectedly, the sound escaped before you could even attempt to stop it.
Kyouka stared at you in mild surprise.
Then, impossibly, the corner of her mouth twitched upward very slightly.
The tension in the room eased by a fraction. Still, something heavier remained beneath it.
You looked down at your tea. “…You hurt me yesterday.”
The small shift in Kyouka’s expression made your chest ache instantly.
“I know.”
“When you said I never try to understand others…”
“I shouldn’t have said it.”
“You meant it?”
Kyouka was silent for a long moment. “I meant that I felt misunderstood.” That answer hurt less than expected. “I was angry,” she continued quietly. “And when I become emotional, I tend to speak with precision instead of kindness.”
“That’s a terrible habit.”
“I’m well aware.”
You studied her face carefully.
There were no walls up now, or at the least,,, not as many.
Kyouka looked exhausted in a way you’d never really seen before. Not physically, but emotionally stripped bare before you. It was like she’d spent the entire night dismantling herself piece by piece just to sit here honestly, and perhaps she did.
And somehow that vulnerability affected you more than any dramatic confession could have.
You sighed softly.
“I shouldn’t have left without telling you.”
Her eyes lifted slightly.
“I knew you’d be upset about the mission, so I avoided the conversation entirely.” You rubbed your thumb against your cup. “Which was immature.”
“Avoidant,” Kyouka corrected automatically.
You gave her a look.
“Yeah, you're right. Sorry.”
That earned the faintest hint of amusement from her again.
Then silence settled once more, but it felt gentler this time.
Kyouka’s gaze drifted toward the rain-streaked window.
When she spoke again, her voice was quieter than before.
“There’s another reason I asked you here.”
Your stomach flipped slightly.
Something in her tone had changed.
Kyouka seemed to notice too because she straightened subtly, like preparing for impact.
You suddenly realized she looked nervous.
Kyouka Nijiku... Nervous?
That alone nearly stopped your heart.
She folded her hands carefully together on the table.
Then unfolded them again.
Then finally forced herself to look directly at you.
“…I... I realized something last night.”
You stayed silent.
Kyouka inhaled slowly.
“I initially believed my reaction was caused by fear of losing someone important to the organization.”
A pause.
“But after more thought, that theory was incorrect.”
Your pulse quickened.
Kyouka’s composure started fracturing in tiny, almost imperceptible ways. You noticed the slight tension in her shoulders, the hesitation between sentences, the way her fingers curled against the table edge.
She looked like someone forcing herself through a battlefield.
“I was afraid,” she said carefully, “because the thought of losing you was personally unbearable to me.”
The room felt impossibly quiet. Even the rain seemed distant now.
Kyouka swallowed once. Then, with visible effort: “I…” She stopped abruptly, visibly irritated with herself. “This is unnecessarily difficult.”
Your chest tightened painfully.
“You don’t have to force yourself,” you said softly.
“Yes,” Kyouka replied immediately, almost frustrated. “I do.”
And somehow that affected you more than anything else.
Because she was forcing herself. For you.
Kyouka took another breath.
“I love you.”
The words landed softly.
No dramatic flourish, definitely no practiced romance.
Kyouka looked almost alarmed by her own confession afterward, like she’d removed armor she didn’t know how to put back on.
You stared at her.
She continued speaking quickly after a few seconds, likely because silence made her nervous now.
“I did not intend for this to happen,” she admitted stiffly. “It... it's inconvenient. It's distracting. And logically speaking there are several reasons this dynamic could become problematic—”
You laughed suddenly.
Kyouka stopped immediately. “…Why are you laughing?”
“You confessed your love to me like you were filing a risk assessment.”
A horrified expression crossed her face.
“I did not.”
“You absolutely did.”
Kyouka looked like she wanted the floor to collapse beneath her.
You smiled despite yourself.
And just like that, something between you finally broke open completely.
The tension, all that anger, the lingering hurt? All of it softened around the edges.
Kyouka stared at you carefully, uncertain now in a way that felt deeply unfamiliar on her.
“…You’re not upset?”
“I was,” you admitted honestly. “But not anymore.”
Her shoulders lowered slightly.
It was so tiny it was almost invisible.
Still, you noticed.
You reached for your teacup again mostly to steady your hands.
“…You really didn’t sleep, did you?”
Kyouka looked away immediately.
“No, not particularly.”
“That means no.”
“I was occupied.”
“With overthinking?"
“Perhaps so.”
You smiled faintly into your tea.
The silence afterward felt warm now.
Finally, you looked back at her.
“For the record,” you said quietly, “I love you too.”
Kyouka froze.
Completely.
You almost thought she’d stopped breathing.
Then very slowly, unbelievably softly, her expression changed.
You would've missed it if you both weren't so close– but the rigid sharpness she always carried eased completely for one brief moment.
And there she was, all laid bare before you. She wasn't the terrifying Hell Guard officer, not the composed strategist.
She was just Kyouka.
Your Kyouka.
And your Kyouka was looking at you like you’d handed her something impossibly precious.
“You do?” she asked quietly.
The vulnerability in the question nearly destroyed you.
“Yes, I do.”
Something in her gaze softened further.
Neither of you spoke for a while after that.
The rain continued outside, and tea cooled forgotten on the table. And eventually, carefully—as though she was uncertain she was allowed—Kyouka rested her hand near yours atop the table.
Not touching.
Just close.
You looked down at it.
Then gently turned your hand over to her.
Kyouka hesitated only a second before intertwining your fingers together.
Her hand was warm and steady. You could faintly feel her beating pulse.
You felt her exhale softly at the contact.
Not dramatic.
Just relieved.
Like she’d been holding tension in her body for hours and only now realized she could let it go.
Your thumb brushed lightly across her knuckles, and Kyouka looked at your joined hands with an expression so quietly overwhelmed it made your chest ache.
“…This is new for me,” she admitted after a while.
“I know.”
“I may be inefficient at it initially.”
You laughed softly. “At love?”
"At communicating it.”
“That’s fair.”
Kyouka glanced at you carefully.
“…You’ll tell me when I’m being impossible?”
“Frequently.”
“Hm.”
“And you’ll tell me when you’re worried instead of starting arguments?”
A pause.
Then, reluctantly: “I will promise that I'll attempt to.”
You grinned. “That’s probably the most commitment I’m getting out of you today.”
“Correct.”
You squeezed her hand lightly.
She squeezed back immediately.
And for the first time since the argument, the building finally felt peaceful again.
Also y'all I got dumped so if no one requests fluff, just know for at least a month you're getting nothing but hurt no comfort.
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