Hello, my name is Cirrus! Currently experiencing Persona 5, Hades and Valorant brainrot so that’s the content I’ll be writing mostly, but I may dabble into some Genshin things too :) The characters I write about are listed below and may grow in the future :)
requests are open/closed !
If you ever feel like it, be sure to read the rules before requesting. thank you!
What/who I write for: ⬇️
Arcane
Viktor
Valorant
Sova
Chamber
Cypher
frown for the camera.
Omen
Fade
Persona 5
(I’m currently playing P5R rn,
So please avoid any spoilers ty :))
Akira
Exchange
Ryuji
all in a good night’s sleep
all in a good night’s sleep pt II
Akechi
Yusuke
Ann
Hades
Zagreus
Thanatos
Megaera
Misc
Dick Grayson
unspoken truth
Most of, if not all of my posts will be cross-posted on AO3 @mystcirrus <3
hii! may i request akira kurusu x female reader where the reader wears akira’s clothing or shirt and he catches her wearing them? ( romantic ) :D have a good day 💓
It is criminal how long this has been in the drafts :( I apologise anon yet I hope you enjoy
Exchange
⭐️ akira x reader
Despite being the leader of the most renowned group of thieves in the world, Akira arguably had the most humble dress sense out of all the members. Only rocking his designer glasses, the rest of his attire remained honest and simple, perhaps out of habit to avoid standing out so much.
You had desperately tried to convince him to give you some of his clothing yet you were only met with a dismissive “next time”, or “they’re dirty”. Ascending the stairs of Leblanc’s attic, you scanned the familiar space for Akira’s presence to give him the pastries he so eagerly asked for on your way to the cafe.
Setting the goods on his organised crafting table, a flash of blue caught your attention amongst the bleakness of his room; at the edge of his bed sat an unfolded collared shirt practically calling your name.
You peeked your head down the stairs, double-checking the boy was nowhere to be seen and that Sojiro was still busy dealing with the strangely high volume of customers that seemed to be making a whole lot of noise over something.
“I mean, he’ll never know right?” you affirmed, holding onto the collar of the shirt. You layer it on over your already light vest top, covering up the printed design as you button up the seemingly inexpensive attire. Was he going somewhere tonight? It was quite unbecoming of him to leave his things about; perhaps he was in a rush. Your ruminations came to an end when you crossed the room to the mirror and admired your impromptu costume change.
You twisted your torso in the mirror, ogling the back side of the pressed shirt. “Well I’ll be damned. Boy’s got style I’ll give it to him.”
“Thank… you?”
Your head snapped towards the staircase, face slack jawed and dancing between horror and disbelief. Lo and behold, there Akira stood, barely moving himself as he takes in the scene before him.
“Welcome back?” Perhaps if you don’t mention it he won’t either. His previous dismissive nature on the subject admittedly made the situation more anxiety-inducing. But even in your shocked state you still notice the blush settling on his cheeks as he gives you a once-over.
Clearing his throat he walks deeper into his room. “I see someone’s gotten comfy already.”
His unrelenting gaze is not helping. At all. He’s just standing there with a stupid expression on his face that makes your heart rate do things it should be. You’re finding it hard to string a response together but manage to muster enough composure to bring explaining.
“I was just dropping off the stuff you asked for, and then I saw this on the bed and I kinda felt compelled to try it on.. sorry? I’ll take it off right now-“
“That won’t be necessary,” he begins, closing the distance between you two. “It looks great. You look great.” You raise your head to meet his eyes as he places a hand to the side of your face, the heat radiating from it making you feel slightly less embarrassed as his temperature was definitely higher than it usually is.
“Thanks…” you say. His surprise is replaced by warmth that circulates throughout his body, cradling your face like his life depended on it. As you lean into his touch, you feel a gentle kiss placed on your forehead, revelling in the wave of affection.
“So, does this mean we share a wardrobe now?” Pulling back from his touch, you try your luck for a more permanent access to his apparel.
He scoffs, adjusting his glasses. “Oh you can wear them whenever you want. So long as you drop one of those by every time.” He gestures to the desk.
You consider his offer.
“Deal.”
⭐️ eventually the pastry requirement fizzled out, the thief’s heart weighing heavy after countless payments of sweet delicacies. Just seeing you enjoy yourself was payment enough.