SYNOPSIS: (bakugou has a crush on his baby mama) after a bad day at work, your baby father comes over to drop your kid home
WARNINGS: child death mention, flirting, crying n comfort
NOTES: i’ve never got so many people asking for MORE so if i get that again im gonna deactivate xoxo
PART ONE / BABY DADDY MASTERLIST
katsuki: Kenji has fallen asleep in my car so don’t be loud when you open the door
bakugou katsuki cradles his son against one bicep, holding his little deku trainers in his other hand with his matching green travel bag hanging off a single finger.
it’s a sight that calms you, that’s for sure. after a long day at work at the hospital, there’s nothing more you need than to sit down at home in silence to collect your thoughts. as a doctor, you dealt with injured patients often, especially in a society with wannabe villains and unregulated vigilantes. every shift was different and a whirlwind. today being one of the bad ones dealing with a death that just wasn’t warranted, they rarely rarely ever are but this one today just wasn’t… a second more, fuck maybe if you tried… or if you didn’t…
you gaze at your son’s face first. puffy cheeks breathing in and out, eyelashes fanned across them, closed in a deep sleep. he’s got a dynamight t-shirt on and you can already predict he was running havoc in his daddy’s agency. you press a wet kiss to his cheek.
then your baby daddy, holding your son with a single muscled arm against his black woolly jumper, rocking him ever so slightly. that usual smirk he’s got on his face, on tv, on patrol, to you, has immediately dropped to a look of concern at the sight of you. you don’t look that bad do you? fuck, you should have looked in the mirror before he came.
bakugou felt his heart drop to his ass at the sight of you. you’re in your usual mix match pyjamas whenever he drops kenji off in the evenings. these thin grey leggings that are tight at the ass but flare straight past your knee. paired with a light pink sweatshirt thin enough that he knows you’re not wearing a bra but not enough where nipple is showing.
he won’t explain how he knows those details. he watches you, a lot. enough to notice your red rimmed tired eyes and the way you keep pulling your sweatshirt to cover your hands, he’s an idiot to not think something’s up.
“i don’t wanna talk about it. can you drop him in his bed? he’s up early tomorrow.” you mumble, stepping aside to let the pro hero into your apartment.
bakugou takes one step and the room feels smaller, completely dwarfed by him. he could probably touch both walls in your bathroom with his wingspan. his caramel woody scent has already snuck it’s way up your nose and you’re fighting the urge to roll your eyes from how delicious he always smells.
“fuck, okay,” he replies, looking you up and down, twice over before kicking off his shoes as quietly and quickly as possible. “took him out to eat and he hung out with me and the guys at the office. he got overexcited and had to nap on my sofa. i think he had fun.”
you snort, crossing your arms as you lean against your fridge.. you have no clue why bakugou says things like this to you. it’s never often but you could count all the times on one hand. “he loves hanging out in your office. he tells me how your secretary gives him doughnuts and tells him not to tell you. then apparently kaminari, i think? shows him electrical tricks and you’re going to build him an indoor slide. he loves it.”
bakugou freezes, looking over at you once his shoes are off. then down at his son with these wide eyes like he’s just got a peep into his brain. “ah sometimes i just… adult environment, you know? not a place for a kid.”
you follow the blonde into your son’s bedroom, watching katsuki take off his jumper and trousers to tuck into bed. kenji makes a little sleepy mumble as he snuggles into his red riot duvet cover, “dada….”
“huh-uh. i’ll see you later, little man.” a kiss to his forehead and tucking his duvet in from all sides.
you watch as bakugou rises to his feet, watches his son with a look you can only describe as smitten and then turns to face you. his hands land on your shoulders, slowly pushing you out and shutting kenji’s bedroom door behind him.
you’re both too close. it’s a feat that happens a few times when you're both alone. either you’ve taken more steps than needed and you’re right up in katsuki’s personal space or him to you, badly measuring how big he is compared to you in your much smaller apartment.
he drops his hands from your shoulders, but stays close to you, half an inch from chest to chest. bakugou refuses to drop eye contact, straight white top teeth biting down into his bottom lip with a slight frown. it makes you think about kissing him, stopping that frown, stopping the questions you know he wants to ask you but he’s focused on how the skin around your eyes is dry from tears and there’s a slight rasp to your voice.
“you’re going to spoil him if you build that slide.”
“i’ll say it’s for my employees too. everyone can use it.”
“but really it’s for him, isn’t it?”
bakugou smiles slightly, just the left corner of his lips quirking up, eyes shining, “‘course it is. he’d fuckin’ love it.”
now you laugh because even though you’re not with your son’s father, you’re so grateful he’s got a father who’s so willing and proactive and loves him. almost as much as you do, okay, the same amount equally…
“you gonna tell me why you’ve been cryin’?”
that stupid frown is back, said in a whisper because you both are still outside your sleeping son's door. he stuffs his hands in his jean pockets and the action almost annoys you like they shouldn’t be there. back on your shoulders or your waist or—
you roll your eyes walking back into your living room away from the man with ruby red eyes that will make you confess anything without trying. bakugou’s following behind, not leaving much space behind you.
“it… wasn’t some guy was it? the one from that date you went on?”
you spin around in shock and bakugou’s raking his hand through his hair on edge.
“if it’s him i’ll kill him.”
now, he looks like the dynamight you see on your television when they’re showing his best bits from the decade. eyes alight, mind racing with possibilities. his fist clenching like he’s already trying to store his sweat for a blast.
“what? no? i didn’t even go on a date then. i told you that?”
bakugou tries to recall that conversation… your green panties… jazz bar… you did say you were going out with a….
“you were actually with a friend?”
“yeah. why would i lie?”
you know why you’d exaggerate and hold back details. but you didn’t think you’d get to see the result of your words in person. your baby father with his hand on the nape of his neck with parted lips like he’s finally got answers after days of ruminating.
“oh, fuck. okay, then,” he breathes and it’s like a weight has fallen off his chest, “another guy?”
“no guy, katsuki.”
you could just tell him to leave and you know he’d listen, if anything he’d actually understand. you’re about two metres apart now but there’s a string that keeps dragging him closer to you. one metre apart.
“what happened at work today? stupid patient?”
his deducing skills aren’t bad, though slightly off. it’s like he’s flicking through the book of yn, everything he’s gathered about you from his few years of knowing you. still half empty with so much more to learn.
you tilt your head at him, leaning on the back of your sofa as he leans on your kitchen counter top. you wonder if he’s got somewhere to be in the morning. he did that day you slept together a few years ago, leaving you an apologetic note about work and his phone number.
“how do you handle people dying all the time?”
bakugou’s eyes widen in realisation. you don’t look as if you want comfort yet, your walls are still up, arms crossed against your chest.
“therapy. blockin’ shit out. rememberin’ i can only do what i can do.” he finds a sweet wrapper on your countertop. he rubs it between his thumb and forefinger, enjoying the soft crinkling sound. then he looks over at your shiny pretty eyes, desperate for reassurance. “i can’t save everyone. neither can you, sweetheart.”
you’ve been a doctor as long as he’s been a pro hero. you haven’t saved quite as many people he has but any civilian who gets hurt gets sent to your hospital.
you sniff, wiping under your nose with your sleeve. “but he was just a baby… a teenager and he got in with the wrong group of boys and his mother looked like her whole world ended. that’s like if kenji and—”
bakugou moves without hesitation, stepping up to wrap you in his arms. he holds you tightly, your arms trapped on either side of your body. a low hush comes from his lips to soothe you, his head resting on top of yours.
“and i tried katsuki, i tried but i didn't have enough time.” you muffle against his chest, tears falling freely and catching in your throat. “i saw the panic and light leave his eyes all at once.”
“there’s never enough fuckin’ time. but you tried, all we can do is try, baby. you’re insane at your job, i know you did what you could. gotta find peace with that, hm?”
you know. you know this. they tell you in sensitivity training and you’ve been doing this job long enough to wrap these events up and store them in the back of your head.
so you slowly nod against bakugou’s chest, feeling his arms unwrap from you so two paws can hold your cheeks to face him.
his thumbs wipe under your eyes softly and a loud hideous sniff comes from you.
“you’re good, yeah? all good.”
“you talk to kenji like this, don’t you?”
a breathless laugh falls from bakugou and you hate how utterly gorgeous he looks through your blurry eyes. “sometimes you gotta tell him he’s okay so he doesn’t burst into tears at nothin’.”
you nod with a small smile, “sorry for getting snot on you.”
“i only wear black now for you and him. never know when the waterworks will start.”
you both laugh now, lowly with bouncing shoulders. slowly his hand slip from your cheeks but he loosely hooks two fingers on your forearm, just to keep you close. when it gets quiet he pipes up again.
“but talk about this shit. with me or someone, storing it all up… it’s gonna burst.” and he levels you with a stare so serious you can only nod.
“you give really good hugs,” you mumble and bakugou grins.
“yeah? i don’t get that compliment a lot.”
“it’s because you don’t hug anyone but kenji.”
bakugou’s eyes narrow in defense, “how do you know?”
possibilities of women and girlfriends and one night stands flicker through your head. that article you saw about bakugou being pictured with two women on his trip in the states a few months ago. the thought makes you want to gag. you scoff despite, “‘cause i know.”
“that’s mum logic for you. ‘cause you know.” he rolls his eyes and you shrug with a smug look on your face. “do you want another or is my time up here?”
you stare at him for two seconds before stomping over into his chest and he reacts without much thought, opening his arms to swallow you up.
“fuck, i really needed this,” you mumble, snuggling into his large body and pressing your cheek into his pectoral.
he’s in off season currently, always training but eating whatever he wants is causing his body to be slightly softer where it counts. he’s like a perfect pillow, firm with a squish and with all the emotion finally draining out of you you’re getting sleepy on him.
“am i gonna have to put you to bed too?”
your eyes snap open and your arms tighten around his back. he didn’t mean it like that, he definitely didn’t mean it like that. but now you’re thinking of your baby daddy throwing you onto your mattress and dragging your legs to the end of the bed and yanking off your leggings and—
“hmm, no. i’ll be off you in just three seconds.”
three seconds ends up being five and that’s when you feel the hard press into your stomach. one that has your body react like it’s been dumped in hot water.
“katsuki, is that your—,”
bakugou grunts like a bear, untangling to push you out of his arms, holding you arms width away. there’s a light flush of pink on his cheeks and he looks shamelessly away from you. you can’t help but look down at his crotch and see the swell… even in his jeans.
“you really don’t hug women, do you?”
“woman, you… you drive me crazy.” he states letting go of you and rubbing his face with a single hand.
giggles begin to bubble up and before you know it they’re falling out of you. you cover your mouth to not wake up kenji, “i’m only joking.. kinda?”
bakugou shakes his head with a smirk, making his way over to your front door to pull his shoes on. he doesn’t mention how every part of you felt, practically trying to crawl into his skin. he could feel your jaw against his chest, your breasts squished and he could remember how it felt to have them in his hands. you even stood right between his legs, and he doesn’t have to strain to rest his chin on your head. he loves how your arms clutched onto him like a lifeline and it bloomed a new craving inside of him for you. not just his stupid crush but he wants you to need him, to rely on him. he doesn’t want to admit it but it feels like you’re made for him. you fit perfectly.
“happy i can make you laugh like that, sweetheart.”
when bakugou’s ready to leave, you feel a rock drop to the pit of your stomach. you’ve really enjoyed his presence, him. you notice him gazing at your bitten lips, then your puffy cheeks, then up to your less bloodshot eyes.
“i’ll pick kenj up in two days. his grandmother wants to see him, take him to the aquarium i think.”
you nod, feeling warm despite the emptiness. “okay, just text me.”
bakugou nods back, and it’s another silent staring contest between you both. unsaid words floating around the room. maybe in another life when your kid isn’t sleeping and you weren’t done crying over a shift and bakugou katsuki was just bakugou katsuki, you’d ask if he wanted to stay the night.
but bakugou katsuki will never be just bakugou katsuki.
“okay… i’ll go,” he takes it upon himself to open your front door. he turns back at you with a grin that makes you already start to miss him, “see you, yn.”
“bye katsuki."
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wc - 1.1k - warnings - katsuki pulls reader into his lap
synopsis - you only wanted to fill your water, but katsuki stretched out in a tight black tee with that gold chain and that smug voice pulls you in like gravity, and he knows exactly how to use it against you.
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katsuki looks unfair like this. the type of unfair that should be illegal in your own home.
he’s spread out on the couch like he built it for the sole purpose of sitting in it exactly like this. tight black tee stretched across his chest, sleeves gripping his biceps, gold chain resting against his skin like a deliberate accent. warm lamplight hits him in all the right places as his face rests in quiet peace, turning the curve of his jaw sharp.
you stop without meaning to.
you only meant to walk through the living room. grab your water. mind your business.
but then you saw him and your brain shut off like someone flipped a switch.
katsuki cracks an eye open the second he notices you lingering. his gaze drags up your body, slow enough to make your skin tingle. he doesn't move, not even an inch. he just watches you with that measured attention that always hits harder when he’s relaxed like this.
“the hell are you starin at?” he says, voice low, rough from a long day, and carrying that smug undertone he doesn’t bother hiding.
“nothing,” you say too fast.
his lips twitch into something that isn’t a smile but damn close to something worse. “oh yeah?”
the way he says it hits you square in the chest. the tilt of his head is subtle, practiced without meaning to be, like he knows exactly what he looks like right now and exactly what it’s doing to you. his thighs shift, spreading a little wider, an invitation disguised as a stretch.
you shift on your feet and he notices instantly. of course he does. katsuki tracks your movements like his body is wired to you. his gaze drags up from your legs to your face, slow and unhurried, the kind of look that pins you where you stand.
“you gonna say somethin, or just keep starin at me like that,” he says, voice low and gravelly, amusement curling beneath the words.
your face pulls in indignation. “i said i wasn’t staring.”
he tips his head just a fraction, enough for the chain to shift, enough for the red in his eyes to catch the light again. “i know what you said, sweetheart.”
the way he says it is a challenge. a tease. a warning. the kind of tone that settles low in your stomach.
you try for another step forward but your knees feel a little weak. he notices that too. his mouth curves into that slow, arrogant smirk he pulls out when he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you.
“you must think i’m stupid,” he says, reclining a little deeper into the couch. his legs spread wider, casual on the surface, intentional everywhere else. “you walk in here lookin at me like you wan’ a bite of me or somethin, and i’m supposed to believe you’re just passin through.”
“you’re being dramatic.”
“no,” he says, lifting his chin slightly, eyes narrowing in that heated, unreadable way. “i’m bein honest.”
he pats his thigh once, nothing but the faintest tap of his fingers. a command disguised as a suggestion.
“come here.”
you shake your head, even as your body leans forward like gravity is betraying you. “you think you can just order me around.”
“i know i can.” he says it softly, confidently, with a subtle dominance that steals the air from your lungs. “and you like when i do.”
your breath stutters. he sees it. he smirks harder.
the next thing you know, his fingers curl in the waistband of your shorts. he doesn’t yank. he doesn’t force. he just gives one slow pull that speaks louder than any of that.
“don’t pretend you don’t wanna be right here,” he murmurs. “you been eyein my lap since you walked in.”
“you’re imagining things.”
“sweetheart, look at yourself,” he replies, voice dipping. “you’re flushed. you’re tryin not to swallow. your legs are tight together. keep talkin and i’ll think you’re beggin.”
heat shoots straight through you.
you move because you’re tired of pretending you don’t want to.
you stumble a step. he raises an eyebrow like he’s daring you to pretend it wasn’t on purpose.
“c’mere,” he says again, voice lower but firmer this time in a way that crawls under your skin.
you settle onto his lap, and the second you do, his hands claim your thighs with a warm, firm grip that sends a shiver up your spine.
he leans in close, the gold chain brushing your collarbone as he speaks softly. “there you go. knew you’d listen.”
you try to glare, but he’s too close, too warm, too much. “you’re insufferable.”
he grins, all confidence and warmth and that stupid hot arrogance he carries so well.
“i’m right,” he says, lips brushing your jaw. “and that’s what pisses you off.”
his hands slide higher, thumbs tracing slow circles that do nothing to hide the control behind the touch. he tilts his head, breath warm on your neck, and his voice drops to something that vibrates through your chest.
“so go on. keep starin if you want. i don’t mind.”
your breath catches.
he feels it. his grin widens as his eyelids drop low. the look on his face right now is pure hunger and you know you mirror it.
˚⊱🪷⊰˚ - until then i’ll drink my coffee, eat my pie, pretend that we are more than friends, then of course i’ll let you break my heart again
c. w. pro-hero!bakugo x pro-hero!reader, angst, unrequited love/one-sided romantic feelings, lack of clear communication in close relationships…?
Please read with care if you’re in a sensitive emotional state or navigating similar situations in real life. You’re not alone. 🤍
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You met Bakugo at U.A.
You bled beside him.
You fought beside him.
Laughed hard in your dorm at 2AM when everyone else was asleep, your knees touching under the blanket like it didn’t mean absolutely anything.
Maybe it didn’t.
But now? It does.
You’re twenty. You both finally have provisional licenses, real missions, and more bruises. You see Bakugo more off-duty than on. He’s still rough around the edges, still calling you “dumbass”, but it’s certainly softer now. More gentle.
Sometimes he lets you lay on his chest after tiring missions.
Sometimes you hold his hand when your anxiety spikes.
And sometimes? He kisses you. Slow. Quiet. Like it doesn’t mean everything to you.
But he never calls you his.
He never says you’re more than a “close friend”.
Never gives you an inch past what he thinks is safe.
And you take it. Because you’re scared that if you ask for more, you’ll lose what little he’s willing to give.
Tonight it’s raining outside and you’re on his bed. Again.
Just him, you and the warm comfort of the blanket. Just enough to convince you that maybe… it is real.
His arm is draped lazily over your waist, his breath is steady against your neck. You think about saying it, confessing it to him. But your thoughts are interrupted by his sleep-heavy mumble, “You’re easy to be around.”
Your heart shatters.
Because it’s not a confession. It’s not even Goddamn close. It’s him drawing a line you’re already standing on the wrong side of.
You laugh softly, but it sounds like a cry.
He doesn’t notice.
Of course he doesn’t… he never does.
⋆˙⟡ omg i’ve been thinking about this for days now, finally wrote it :33 please eat something and hydrate yourself, your mental and physical state matter!! also thank u smsmsmsm for the love, kisses <3
a/n: Sooo, my best friend and I did a Russian food taste test, it was funny as hell. And I thought: why not turn it into a drabbel?
"Are you ready?" you asked Bakugou."I think so. As long as you don't poison me," he replied, eyeing the food suspiciously.
"There are easier ways to poison you. This food wouldn't be my first choice," you giggled.
"So, what do you wanna start with? Something sweet or hearty?"
"I guess something sweet."
"Okay, then here, is Кукурузные палочки (Kukuruznye palochki)."
"Did you just insult me?" he asked, squinting.
You laughed. "No! It's a sweet corn puff snack."
"Who eats stuff like this?"
"Just try it," you said, and before he could resist, you shoved one in his mouth.
"Mmmph..." He chewed slowly, pulling a face that was somewhere between confused, amused, and betrayed.
After a few seconds, he swallowed. "This is.. pretty sweet."
"So? How would you rate it?"
He shrugged. "Maybe a six out of ten?"
"Just a six?"
"Yeah. I’m hoping the next stuff tastes better."
"Okay, okay. The next thing is Пельмени (Pelmeni,)" you said.
"Well… bless you, I guess."
"Come on, you know what this is! It’s like Чебуреки (Tschebureki) the ones my grandma made for you. Dough with meat inside. Just like that, except it’s cooked, not fried," you explained.
"You crazy Russian people," he said, pretending to be annoyed, "Always eating dough with meat. Don’t you have other stuff to eat?"
"Oh please, you loved my grandma’s cooking. And you love my grandma."
"Tch—stop talking and give me the damn ‘pemni’ already."
You just laughed at the way he pronounced it and handed him a few to try.
Then suddenly speed mode activated.
In just a few minutes, every single pelmeni was gone.
"Ten out of ten. Like, this is really good," he said, wiping his mouth with zero shame.
"I told you sooooo! You should’ve tried our crazy Russian food way earlier!"
"Shut up, dumbass."
"So, what’s next?"
"Пряники (Pryaniki)," you said, holding up a small, round treat. "It’s like sweet bread. That’s the best way I can describe it."
"Then let’s go," he mumbled, already biting into one.
He chewed for a second, then raised an eyebrow. "This is really sweet. You Russians are probably all gonna end up with diabetes."
You snorted. "Worth it."
"Still… I’ll give it an eight."
"Well, that was the last one," you said, stretching with a satisfied sigh.
"Nope. There’s one more thing to try," he replied, his tone suddenly shifting.
"What? No, I didn’t bring anything else."
Before you could say anything more, his lips were on yours.
He kissed you.
HE KISSED YOU.
Your brain short-circuited. You just sat there, frozen, lips pressed to his, eyes wide.
"Kiss me back, dumbass," he mumbled against your mouth.
And you did.
After a few heart-stopping moments, the kiss ended. He leaned back, totally smug.
"That Russian sweet. Definitely a hundred out of ten.I really should’ve tried this snack sooner. "
(Tall!Loner!Chubby!Reader, implying that Reader is in another dojo)
I didn't wanna fall in love tonight ,I thought we'd make out, maybe grab a bite.
When Hawk first laid eyes on the girl he knew he was in for something. He didn’t know what that something was but his gut told him to look out. Her stance was straight and bulky at best, as if she couldn’t hunch for the life of her. Her posture told him that slouching was not in her daily regimen. Back straight as a bored from afar while talking to a ref on the mat.
Eyes as still as a bored as she talked to the shorter man, her hight topped the guy and most likely Hawk himself. At least that was how it looked from where he was standing on the sidelines.
His heart picked up a bit the longer he looked over her. For a brief moment his heart palpitated in his chest when she turned in his direction. Standing as still as possible he tried to play it off. The nerve inside of him stilling.
That was tossed out the window the minute her eyes landed right on him. Singling him and him out only from the small crowed that formed on the side of the mat. His mouth went dry for a split second. Their eyes just locked for what felt like forever but must have been only seconds.
It was over before it stated as her steel gaze shifted quickly, she walked off the mat without a single word to anyone else.
All he could do was watch her looking figure blur into the crowed of colorful gi’s.
She's infecting my mind, taking over
Her grip is like a vice, blood is cold.
The rest of the night Hawk could only toss and turn in his bed. The events of the day playing through his mind on repeat like a messed up VHS tape. Over and over again on a loop that felt like a sick game. E/C stared into his as if they were searching for something. Something that no one else could see on the outside.
It was a sick twisted feeling that had his stomach in a knot all night long.
She wanted something from him and he had no idea what it was. They had never spoken a word to one another. No passing comment, so interactions. Nothing that would make him a target for what ever sick game she was playing with him.
The feeling of being looked though like some kind of mirror was strange. So new that it was skin crawling to the guy.
My baby is a monster, a hunter, but I'm not afraid. I let her in.
Running into the girl at a fancy restaurant the following day was not something he thought of. No where in his mind was the idea that they would run into each other in a crowded restaurant. The place filled to the brim with people. The boozy and rich atmosphere only made her look even more ominous but also oh so hot.
Her intimidation only grew in that kind of atmosphere. Her eyes sunk into him like jaws filled with razor sharp teeth. Digging into him from afar, making his skin crawl in a way he could not describe. It was a feeling he had never felt before. It had him pulling away but at the same time oh so intrigued.
Gaze following him as he moved to the open bar area. Keeping him on his toes the whole time. He dared not look back in her direction.
He could feel her gaze burning a hole into the back of his jacket.
The very real breathing on his neck seconds later made him physically jolt.
He could have spun around and hit her but something stopped him. The feeling of her warm breath on his skin, the smell of her perfume made him stop in his tracks. He simply let it happen. Going slack.
Now her lipstick's on my pillowcase
If looks could kill, I'd be dead with a smile on my face
I'm handing her my heart on a plate
Waking up covered in hickies and scratch marks only made him more confused. Dark hickies lined his chest and along his neck, a nasty one stood out on the left side of his neck. A ghastly dark red and purple that had him wincing. One on the right side of his chest was just as bad. Fingers skimming over it made him hiss in pain. The bruise deep and aggravated.
Lipstick cover him along with the pillow next to him.
No other signs that another soul had ever been in his room the night before.
❀ “Excuse me!” You rush after the short haired brunette, “You dropped your ID!” She turns around, “Oh? Thank you,” you hand the card back to her. She places it back into her pocket, “Do you have some time? I’d like to treat you to a meal.”
❀ Kotoha makes you her delicious omurice at Cafe Pothos
❀ You keep coming back to the Cafe to see her under the disguise of getting coffee (even though the place doesn’t do take out) hehe
❀ It became a daily habit to stop by to see her, even when it’s no longer open hours. You just stop by to talk with her
❀ Umemiya gushes excitedly that his little sister has a friend and squeezes you in a hug that’s way too tight. Kotoha had to save you…… (￣ω￣;)
❀ Chewing on a sandwich, a two colored boy bursts in. Kotoha introduces you to Sakura.
❀ He makes it his mission to avoid going to the cafe when you’re there because seeing the way you look at Kotoha sets off his romance detector. Suo and Nirei keep teasing him for it.
❀ You’re shocked upon learning her age, she looked older and maturer for her actual age. ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
❀ You two end up studying together, hopefully you’re good at math so you can help her (study dates?!)
❀ Sitting next to her on a couch watching a drama you blurt out your confession.
❀ “Hmn…Kotoha?” You mumble out nervously. She turns to look at you, “Yes?” It’s now or never, “I-I like you!” You shout a bit too loud. Kotoha’s eyes widen before going soft, “I like you too.” She smiles.
❀ You end up hugging and cuddling with her the rest of the night. (*ﾉ∀`*)
❀ Kotoha brews you coffee every morning.
❀ Matching outfits! She loves talking about fashion to you!
❀ Doing each other’s hair in the morning.
❀ If you’re good a cooking, you two cook together. If not, she makes time to teach you. It’s an important skill after all
❀ Silly first kiss: It was your birthday so you licked the frosting off the cake with your finger. She calls you out on it and to use utensils, you flick the frosting off your finger at her. Some of it lands on her lips, she scrutinizes you with her eyes, so you apologize and say you’ll clean it off. Smooching the crème off her lips. How smooth!
Extra:
❀ “Does it really look good on me?” You ask, spinning around in the Lolita dress.
❀ “Absolutely.” Kotoha chimes, happy you agreed to let her dress you up. You offered because she mentioned she admired Lolita fashion but was too shy to try it out herself. “Stay still for a second…” she fixes the bow headband on your head and puffs up the skirt before stepping back. “Can I take some pictures to remember?” ( ≧ᗜ≦)
a.k.a. the story of how i basically confessed to my boyfriend. happy anniversary to my shawty, i love you more than you'll ever know, my muse. also tagging @stunie since this is an umemiya work and i love to spoil my moots.
You and HAJIME UMEMIYA weren't just friends.
At least, that was how you perceived things. Each day you experienced something new, from him suddenly getting interested in your hobbies more, holding your hand when walking down the street, having a sour expression for the rest of the day when you told him a guy approached you...
Hajime Umemiya loved you.
And he let you know. Every day, afternoon, and night. Whether it was in person, his strong arms pulling you into his embrace in the middle of an arcade, or through the silliest texts, Umemiya had no shame in saying the words that made your heart want to burst out of your chest.
But it's one thing to love your best friend, and another to love someone romantically, right? So, which one was it?
You were the talk of the town. Every old lady, baker, store owner—you name it, they stared, and they stared hard, taking in the sight in front of them: you cheerfully walking down Makochi, with your best friend following you around like a lost puppy.
Your name was in his every conversation.
How's Yn? Is Yn doing well? How are things with Yn? Give Yn these muffins for me, will ya? Is Yn single? Mind givin' me Yn's number?
Hajime was dense, but he was certainly not stupid.
He was aware that a beauty like you did not only catch his eye. Strangers, acquaintances, hell—even his friends were on the move. Because if he didn't do anything about it, someone else surely would.
To say you were tired was an understatement.
Umemiya was not the only one bombarded with questions, with women from all over town approaching you and asking about your best friend. The questions were mostly centered around one thing: when will you get together? make it official?
Your thoughts are abruptly interrupted as you strolled through the streets of Makochi, white-haired puppy at your side as he requested your help with some things at Furin. He needed help with his tomatoes, as he was unsure if they were the right color or not. You were no farmer, but it was one hell of an excuse to have you with him in the place which brings him comfort.
When you arrived at the school, you took notice of the lingering stares of the first years: two boys offering you knowing smiles, and a boy whose face seemed as if it were on fire. After stopping by their spots for a quick conversation, a kid with an eyepatch spoke up.
"So, have you two made it official yet?"
You smiled, shaking your head. "Believe me, Suo, I'd love to. I'm just waiting for Hajime to make a move."
Hajime Umemiya was left dumbfounded.
For the first time in his life, his face had put Sakura's to shame. He struggled to even utter a word, as you walked away towards the staircase. He quickly caught up, going up the stairs beside you.
"What'd you say?"
"Huh?"
"Yn. What'd you say?"
"I said it once, I'm not saying it again, Haji."
You kept going up, reaching the second floor. As Umemiya tried to catch up again, he encountered none other than Hiragi. Bewildered, Umemiya grabbed him by the shoulders.
"Hiragi, did you hear what Yn said? Like did Yn actually—"
"The train only stops by once, you dumbass. Go get her now."
Umemiya had never run so fast in his entire life, his hand grabbing yours and forcing you to stop and face him.
"Do you like me?"
You nod.
"You wanna... uh... be my partner?"
Your smile grew wider as your gaze met his.
"There's no way in hell you're asking me out in a school hallway. Try again."
To Umemiya's surprise, you were the one who asked him out a few days later, a heart-shaped cookie and a hand-made poster in your arms. So old-school, just the way he liked it.
☾⋆⁺₊✧ help! i can't fall asleep ‧₊˚⋆✩. w/ the wind breaker boys
✿ featuring: haruka sakura, hayato suo, ren kaji, hajime umemiya, jo togame, yamato endo (first time writing endo! hihi)
✿ contains: comfort, fluff, established relationship, a lil suggestive (suo's and endo's part)
✿ a/n: why aren’t kaji’s and endo’s eyes closed in the banner? because they’re not getting any sleep tonight, that’s why! jk i just couldn’t find any pics ( ≧ᗜ≦) wishing you cuties to have sweet dreams of your favorite wb boi every night! ⟡
✿ wc: 2k
— you can’t sleep, you say? well, your boyfriend believes he has the perfect remedy - and by that, he means himself.
ʚɞ suo -
you've always slept next to suo on your shared bed. until recently, he'd been coming home late due to his busy schedule and night patrols.
the bed felt cold whenever he wasn't there with you, and it dawned on you as soon as you reached your hand out and felt the empty space next to you. as you tossed and turned, you realized that you can't get yourself to fall asleep without him.
suo came home a little while later and found you waiting for him by the couch, grasping his pillow which smelled faintly of him in your hands, his familiar scent enveloping you as you wrapped your arms around him and welcomed him home with a kiss.
"hm, my little night owl can't sleep again? want me to make you some herbal tea?" he offered, laying down on the couch with you, a smile present on his face. you could tell he was tired, but he always put you first.
"no, hayato, want you..." you shyly responded.
"how do you want me, love?" he asks in return. "like this?" he pins your wrist down on the couch with his hand and leans down to trail kisses on your collarbone. suo still hasn't lost his teasing side despite his exhaustion, it seems.
"you know what i mean..." as much as you wanted suo in all aspects, you knew that rest is important, too.
suo tucked your stray hair behind your ear. "can't fall asleep if i'm not beside you, huh?" he chuckled softly, as you nodded in response.
"i want you...to come to bed, hayato." you pleaded, almost a whisper, feeling a wave of calm immerse you as soon as you felt suo's presence. suo hummed in response as your eyes slowly fluttered shut. you two never made it to bed and instead ended up sleeping on the couch, with you in suo's arms, while he held you tightly, showing you how dearly he missed you.
ʚɞ kaji -
you've accidentally overstayed at kaji's house because you were up late watching the concert livestream of your favorite band together, and now you two were in a heated debate over which song was performed the best, if it was his favorite, or yours.
"okay, fine. your favorite song is better, ren. anyway, you're my favorite." you attempted to be sweet with your boyfriend, leaning your head on his shoulder and nuzzling your cheek against his. kaji sighs and pats your head softly in return.
"go home already. it's past midnight." he closes his laptop that was streaming the end of the concert, and stood up from the floor, extending his hand to you and telling you that he'd bring you home, but you chose to stay seated and didn't move an inch.
"i don't want to." you crossed your arms and pouted.
"where are you going to sleep, then?" kaji looks down at you while anticipating a retort. once you had your mind set, there was no talking you out of it, it seems.
"aren't you going to be a good boyfriend and offer your bed to me, ren?" you pitched the idea to kaji, who just furrowed his brows in frustration at your unwillingness to do what he asks of you.
"don't you have your own bedroom? in your house?" he asks rhetorically, earning another huff from your lips.
"it's not the same-!" you blush, wishing he would just offer his bed to you already. it's not like it's the first time you two shared a bed.
"fine, come here." kaji opens his blankets and leaps into his bed, leaving a small space for you, as you hopped into his blankets with him and snuggled closely into the back of his hoodie.
kaji turns over to look at you, and his sleepy gaze almost made your heart leap out of your chest.
he had his headphones on, but you could hear a faint and familiar beat from it. you then realized that it was your favorite song playing.
"is that my-" before you could finish, kaji put his headphones on you.
"this reminds me of you, it usually helps me fall asleep..."
he takes in your surprised reaction from knowing that he thinks about you before going to bed. "okay, yeah. maybe your favorite song is better. anyway, you're my favorite, too." kaji admits to you. now you're so enamored with him that you think you won't let kaji get any sleep tonight, either.
ʚɞ sakura -
it's not the first time you've slept next to sakura, but for him it always feels like it's the first time.
it took a little while for sakura to adjust to having a warm presence next to him while he sleeps, and this time he has tucked himself at the furthest corner of the futon, which may seem like he's avoiding you at first glance.
don't get him wrong, he really loves you so much, it's just that he's feeling quite nuanced still, and is not sure how to get used to your affections.
"haru, you don't like sleeping beside me? why are you so far away?" you admittedly also had a difficult time adjusting, but for a different reason. it was because you wanted to cuddle up close next to sakura as you bask in his warmth and he heats you up like a furnace. although now, with him more than arm's reach away, your shared futon just felt cold and empty to you.
"i can't fall asleep like this." you say as you roll yourself over to sakura, his body coming into contact with yours.
"i can't fall asleep either when you're so close to me. i'm just..not used to sleeping beside anyone." he refused to face you, a bright red blush creeping up his cheeks. thankfully the lights were mostly turned off so you couldn't see it.
"still? well, you better get used to it, because i'm not going to sleep until you hug me." you remarked.
sakura slowly turned to face you. "fine. just a hug, then?" he just wanted you to be able to sleep properly, so if it means getting himself to adjust quickly, then so be it.
"why? want to kiss me too?" you slyly responded, making his blush turn an even deeper shade.
"i-if that's what it takes to get you to fall asleep, then fine!" he quickly pecks your lips then turns his back to you again, letting you hug him from behind and hold him in your arms. you giggle to yourself as you feel sakura ease into your touch, little by little.
ʚɞ umemiya -
umemiya knew you like the back of his hand.
he knew you had trouble sleeping, and he'd never want you to stay up by yourself, so he often tried to match your sleep schedule. keyword: tried. the thing is, umemiya always ends up falling asleep no matter how hard he tries. being around you at night just always made him feel very calm and secure...and sleepy.
with heavy eyelids, umemiya tried his best to stay focused on the book he was reading, while you were seated in between his legs, caged in his arms, reading along with him.
"i know you're really sleepy, haji. it's okay, let's continue tomorrow. you should rest, you had a long day today." you say in a soft voice. umemiya puts the book down on your lap, perching his chin on top of your head.
"i wanted to stay up with you tonight." you swore you could feel him frown a little, as umemiya wanted to spend every waking moment with you, literally.
in seconds, umemiya was half-asleep, forehead pressed against your shoulder while already dreaming about presenting you with his freshly sprouted batch of tomatoes from his garden. "for you, my gorgeous little petal..." he murmurs.
"aww, i love it, thank you, hajime! i see you're having dreams as sweet as you are too." you smiled and played along with him, moving back to position umemiya's head on the pillow and tucked him into bed, pressing gentle kisses on his face.
"love you...beautiful...tomato..." umemiya mumbles while reaching for you with his eyes closed, and ends up pulling you in to lay on his chest. "your beautiful tomato loves you too." you cooed, seeing umemiya smile lovingly at you in his slumber.
ʚɞ togame -
the first time you spent the night at togame's, you insisted on sleeping in the living room, despite him hoping you'd want to sleep next to him in his bed.
your hesitation had stemmed from a mixture of nerves and respect for his space, but now, as the night wore on, you found yourself yearning for his comforting presence.
you carefully entered togame's room and walked towards his bed. "jo?" you whispered and nudged his shoulder a little.
he slowly awakened, yawning and rubbing his eyes. normally, he would be annoyed if anyone tried to wake him up, but not you, you were the exception. he only looked at you with pure love in his eyes.
togame looked so soft under the light of the moon, a gentle smile forming on his lips as he laid his sleepy green eyes on yours. "yes, my angel?"
"...can i sleep in here with you?" you asked, clutching your pillow and blanket, knowing you can't go to sleep if you were to do so alone in the living room.
togame's smile widened, a knowing glint in his eyes. "yeah? you want to? i knew you wouldn't be able to stand sleeping in separate rooms. you'd miss me too much." he pulled you into his bed, pressing gentle kisses to your cheek and neck.
"i do miss you, i guess." you admitted, melting into his embrace.
"i missed you too. the bed felt too big without you." togame chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around you.
you let out a small giggle as well. togame took up most of the bed with his tall form so him saying that the bed felt too big was kind of funny. "the sofa also felt too big without you." you told him.
you two laughed at your own silliness, as you initiated a little pillow fight with togame before he caged you in a tight hug.
you eventually drifted off to sleep, cozily positioned between togame's arms, realizing that this was exactly where you were meant to be. sleeping beside him, on the bed (and not in the living room) together.
ʚɞ endo -
the reason you couldn't sleep these past few days is because of endo himself. you swore that tonight would be the night that you'd finally complete all eight hours. but of course, endo had other plans for you.
"oh, you won't be sleeping again tonight, pretty girl." you felt the mattress dip slightly as endo sat down beside your form which was curled up in your blankets, his presence as unavoidable as ever.
"again, yamato? we've been doing it for three nights straight now, you're insatiable." you hoped to set your boundaries with endo, but it seems he has no intentions of letting you rest. "you're like in heat or something." you add.
"but you love me and you give in to me anyway." endo chuckles softly, the sound both comforting and infuriating in its familiarity.
"i don't know, do i?" you responded, peeking out from under the covers to meet his mischievous gaze.
"well, you better admit it, or else no sleep for you tonight either." he said simply. you couldn't tell if endo was being serious or just joking.
"fine, i love you a little." you considered his words, the constant tug-of-war between his desire and your denial wearing you down.
"just a little? you sure? it didn't seem like it last night when you were screaming my name." he leaned closer, his tattooed fingers gently brushing your cheek.
"okay, maybe i love you a lot. just maybe." you roll your eyes and tried your best to resist yourself from smiling.
"that's more like it." endo's eyes sparkled with triumph, but there was genuine affection there too, just for you.
it made you realize that even if you did try and fulfill your eight hours of sleep right now, those eight hours would be filled with thoughts of endo. maybe you were as infatuated with him as he was with you too, just maybe.
✿ summary: this is the first time kaji ever ran out of lollipops. it is also the first time that kaji ever ran out of a room so fast after being caught making out with you. by umemiya and hiragi, no less. so how did you get yourselves into this predicament?
✿ contains: fluff but very suggestive, getting caught making out with kaji, making out with kaji (lol), a little bit of crack if you imagine kaji’s reaction
✿ a/n: remember how kaji reacted and went (o_o) when he got caught by ume and hiragi talking with sakura on the rooftop? well, this is that, but make it spicy! lmao ;-; say it with me now: poor kaji! hahaha please accept my apology lollipop~
✿ wc: 1k
how could kaji be so careless?
it all started with you accompanying your boyfriend, ren kaji, to the furin high rooftop to grab a band-aid from the first aid kit. he got a small cut on his finger from trying to open his sixth lollipop of the day. you held his finger in your hands, as you wrapped it carefully with an adhesive bandage.
kaji muttered a ‘thanks’ and outstretched his open hand to you, indicating that he was asking you for another lollipop. you were starting to think he was developing an addiction to that damned piece of rounded hard candy. he started depending on you to carry them for him too, since you two were always together anyway. also because you had a bag and sometimes he would lose them when they fell out of his hoodie pockets.
“this can’t be.” you sighed in frustration, after going through all the pockets of your bag and finding out there were no more lollipops.
he threw you a puzzled look. “what?” kaji peeked over your bag through your shoulder and realized what you meant. you gave kaji an apologetic look in return. “i’ve run out.” kaji shook his head in disbelief. “how is that even possible?”
you huffed and crossed your arms. “it’s because you go through them way too fast! you’ve already had six of them today, even cut your finger from opening the wrapper.”
“so now it’s my fault?” kaji paused for a moment, and his narrowed eyes trailed down to your pouty lips, which gave him some sort of idea. kaji leaned in closer to you, a soft blush making its way to your face with the proximity of kaji’s mouth directly in front of yours.
“i guess this’ll have to do for now.” he sighed as he tilted your chin and moved in for a kiss.
“ren, we could just buy one…” you murmured in between kisses. “no, i need something sweet in my mouth right now.” he stubbornly argued.
he bit and sucked on your bottom lip as if you were his lollipop, and gripped your jaw to keep your head in place while he continued devouring your mouth, exploring your cavern as you melted into him, kissing him back with fervor and passion, the faint taste of sugar from his previous lollipop still lingering on his lips.
the kisses that you shared with kaji ranged from soft and gentle, to gradually escalating to being incredibly needy and passionate, leaving you breathless and head being filled with only him, like you are now, completely in the moment.
“ren…” you gasped, feeling his hands roaming your thighs, fingers slightly under the hem of your skirt, and at the same time his body is pressed up so closely against yours. you let out a small whimper. “we can’t…”
“just a little more, i need my sugar fix…” he couldn’t bring himself to stop, and you didn’t have enough self-control to pull him away from you, as kaji’s kisses and touches felt too good, and how could he resist how sweet you looked and tasted? it’s like he was addicted to you, the craving he felt for you was even stronger than his craving for his lollipops.
you two pulled away for a little bit for air but what kaji saw before him knocked the air right out of his lungs.
standing at a distance was umemiya, his hand covering his mouth after he had let out a tiny gasp. beside him was hiragi, whose jaw dropped to the ground as he fumbled in his pockets frantically looking for his stomach medications.
as bad as it sounded, you two were so focused and entangled in pleasure that it did not even occur that someone could possibly walk in, regardless if this was after school and mostly everyone had went home or gone on patrol. you and kaji pushed each other away like you were on fire. well, your cheeks were, anyway, burning so intensely from the huge blush that formed on it.
“ah, young love.” umemiya gushed. kaji was so frantic, that his eyes widened like saucers.
“i was going to ask if you could take charge of patrol tomorrow, kaji. but it seems you’re already taking charge of something else…” hiragi cleared his throat and tried to hold back his amusement from the sheer look of shock present on kaji’s face. they both enjoyed teasing kaji, it seems. you were definitely in shock as well, as you bowed your head multiple times in apology to both umemiya and hiragi.
they both told you it was absolutely fine, and hiragi apologized as well for walking in on both of you too, conking umemiya on the head with his fist for chuckling about how “grown up” kaji was now.
kaji, who had no idea what to say or how to react or how to look anyone in the eye ever again, quickly put on his headphones, grabbed your hand by the wrist and ran off with you, heading off to the convenience store to stock up on lollipops. lesson learned: never run out of them ever again. (although, the real lesson learned should be: don’t get caught making out in public ever again).
ꕤ bonus ꕤ
the two of you decided to head to kaji’s house, an air of tension still looming over both of you from the embarrassment of being caught by umemiya and hiragi. while seated on his bed, kaji looked over at you like he wanted to say something but he stopped himself from doing so.
you tried to lighten up the vibe with your humor. “by the way, i made sure to lock the door. i don’t think umemiya and hiragi would randomly walk into your bedroom, ren.” you placed your hand on top of his reassuringly. kaji finally looked up and his eyes met yours. deep down, he felt ashamed not just because the two of you got caught, but because the image of you in that state and your blissed out facial expression was supposed to be for kaji's eyes only.
“would…you like to continue from where we left off?” he asked, while you giggled and embraced him tightly. “hmm, where were we?” you grabbed kaji by the collar of his hoodie and pulled him in to give him another round of kisses.
WC; 1.3k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW; no triggers really :), fluff, giyuus smile, his laugh, him being happy with his s/o
*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (FILLED REQUEST) HII i REALLY love ur work!! Could you please do Tomioka Giyuu with fem s/o who REALLY makes him laugh. Like, she would be the only one to know how to get a real chuckle out of him😈 (I die for serious/emotionless characters suddenly laughing and being all giggly and cute😭🖐🏼) - ANON
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The early morning light filters through the shoji screens, casting soft patterns across the wooden floor of your shared home. The tranquillity of the morning is interrupted by the faint sounds of birds chirping outside, signalling the start of a new day. You stretch and sit up, glancing over to see Giyuu still sleeping peacefully beside you. His usually serious face is relaxed in sleep, and you can't help but smile at how different he looks.
Careful not to wake him, you slip out of bed and head to the kitchen to start breakfast. As you move about, gathering ingredients, you can't help but think about how fortunate you are to share these moments with him. Life as a Demon Slayer is harsh and unpredictable, but these quiet mornings with Giyuu make everything worthwhile.
By the time the aroma of cooking rice and miso soup fills the air, Giyuu stirs and makes his way to the kitchen. His hair is slightly tousled, and he blinks sleepily at you, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"Good morning," you greet him, handing him a cup of tea.
"Good morning," he replies, his voice still heavy with sleep. He takes the cup from you, his fingers brushing against yours. "You're up early."
"I wanted to surprise you with breakfast," you say, feeling a sense of satisfaction at his appreciation.
As you both settle down to eat, you share stories and little anecdotes from the previous day. Giyuu listens attentively, his usual stoic expression softening as he focuses on you. You know he doesn't talk much, but the way he listens speaks volumes.
After breakfast, you decide to head out for a walk. The air is fresh, and the world seems alive with the sounds of nature. Giyuu walks beside you, his presence comforting and steady. As you walk, you come across a small, clear stream. You suddenly have an idea that you know will catch Giyuu off guard.
"Let's see who can catch the most fish," you challenge him, a mischievous glint in your eye.
Giyuu raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that?"
"Absolutely," you say, already rolling up your sleeves. "I'm quite the expert, you know."
Giyuu chuckles softly, shaking his head. "Alright, if you insist."
You both wade into the shallow stream, the cool water refreshing against your skin. You focus intently, watching for the flicker of movement that signals a fish. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Giyuu moving with graceful precision, his hand darting into the water and coming up with a fish almost immediately.
"One," he says, holding it up for you to see before releasing it back into the water.
You huff playfully, determined to catch up. After a few more attempts, you finally manage to catch a small fish, holding it up triumphantly. "Got one!"
Giyuu smiles, a rare but genuine smile that makes your heart flutter. "Good job," he says, his tone sincere.
As the friendly competition continues, you find yourself getting more and more into it, your hopeless attempts to catch fish and reactions make Giyuu laugh. At one point, you slip on a mossy rock and end up sitting in the water with a surprised yelp. Giyuu rushes over to help you up, his usually composed demeanour breaking as he lets out a laugh.
"You're hopeless," he says, offering you a hand.
"Hey, it's harder than it looks," you protest, taking his hand and getting back on your feet. You're soaked, but seeing Giyuu laugh makes it all worth it.
"You always find a way to make things interesting," Giyuu says, his eyes shining with amusement.
The rest of the day is spent in a similar fashion, filled with lighthearted moments and shared laughter. You both return home in the afternoon, tired but happy. As you dry off and change into fresh clothes, Giyuu watches you with a fond expression.
"You're the only one who can make me laugh like that," he admits quietly, his voice filled with warmth.
You smile, feeling a rush of affection for him. "I'm glad," you say, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. "Seeing you happy is the best feeling in the world."
Giyuu pulls you close, resting his chin on top of your head. "You bring out the best in me," he murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you for that."
You look up at him, your heart swelling with love. "I'll always be here to make you laugh, Giyuu. No matter what."
Giyuu's arms tighten around you, as if he's trying to memorize the feel of you in his embrace. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he confesses softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You've become my anchor, the one constant I can rely on."
You rest your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "And you'll always have me," you assure him, your voice gentle but firm. "We'll face everything together, the good and the bad."
Giyuu's hand moves to the back of your head, his fingers gently threading through your hair. "I promise to protect you," he says, his tone filled with a mix of determination and tenderness. "No matter what happens, I'll keep you safe."
You tilt your head up to meet his gaze, your eyes locking onto his. "And I'll always be here to support you," you reply, your voice filled with conviction. "We make a great team, don't we?"
A rare, genuine smile spreads across Giyuu's face, lighting up his features in a way that takes your breath away. "We do," he agrees, his eyes shining with love and gratitude. "I never thought I'd find someone like you."
You reach up, cupping his cheek in your hand. "And I never thought I'd find someone who understands me the way you do," you say softly. "You make everything better, Giyuu."
He leans into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment as if savoring the connection between you. "I'm so lucky to have you," he murmurs, opening his eyes to look at you with a depth of emotion that makes your heart ache with love.
You stand on your tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "We're lucky to have each other," you whisper against his lips. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."
Giyuu's lips curve into a small smile as he kisses you back, his hands holding you close as if he's afraid to let go. "I love you," he says softly, the words carrying a weight of sincerity that makes your heart flutter.
"I love you too," you reply, your voice filled with warmth and affection. "More than words can express." You pause for a moment, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "And if you ever decide to leave me, just remember, I know where you sleep and I can tie some pretty strong knots."
Giyuu's eyes widen slightly, a sweatdrop forming on his temple as he looks at you in surprise. Then, despite himself, he lets out a small chuckle. "Only you would say something like that," he says, his voice filled with slight humour.
Your face is plastered with a gentle smile that makes his heart swell. "Well, it's true," you say, poking him lightly in the chest. "But don’t worry, I’m pretty sure you’re stuck with me forever."
Giyuu's smile slightly widens, and he pulls you even closer, resting his forehead against yours. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he says softly, his laughter still lingering in the air. "Just... maybe ease up on the threats, okay?"
You laugh, the sound filling the room with warmth. "No promises," you reply teasingly. "But I'll try."
"You’re impossible," he says, but there's no mistaking the fondness in his voice.
"And you love me for it," you counter, your smile matching his.
He nods, his expression turning serious for a moment. "Yes, I do," he says quietly, his voice filled with conviction. "I love you more than anything."
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°˖➴ (my love) letter to you~ ₊⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹ w/ the wind breaker boys
✿ featuring: haruka sakura, hajime umemiya, ren kaji, hayato suo, akihiko nirei, jo togame
✿ fluff, f!reader, pet names for you!, some suggestive content for togame, suo and kaji (pls i had to)
✿ a/n: love letters from the love of your life! (this was supposed to be for just one of them (guess who) but it's too cute to not to have it for all of them - so why not!) please give them all some love, cuties! ♡ (〃ω〃)
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── . ♥︎ from: kaji
hey brat,
this is all your fault. i may have asked hiragi-san yesterday...for advice. after i talked about you, and what i felt, he came up with the conclusion that i was 'madly in love with you', but i decided to ask you myself if you think that's the case, and if you feel the same way?
when did i start feeling this way? after our first date, i think. when i walked you home after my patrol.
you asked me if i wanted to hold hands while we crossed the street. you asked me what my favorite lollipop flavor was. you asked me without context whether i preferred the lights on or off. (please clarify these things before asking, i almost got the wrong idea, damn it!!!) i don't think i've had anyone ask me that many questions, it was like you were interested in the most miniscule details about me for some reason.
though, i'm always interested in hearing what you have to say. (fine, i'll take off my headphones anytime you want to talk my ear off, so don't pout anymore!)
your curiosity knows no bounds. it's one of the things i like about you, i think. you also asked me what my favorite song was. there's quite a lot to choose from, but right now, your voice is my favorite song. i could listen to it on repeat if it was a full album, you know? (hell, i sound like a lovesick fool. and no, that won't be the title of our next playlist.)
so anyway, here are my symptoms: the pace of my heartbeat quickens (i thought i was going to get a heart attack) but only every time i see you, i get really anxious whenever you aren't by my side, and i always tend to end up doing stupid things when i'm with you. remember our first kiss? yeah, sorry. didn't mean to bite your bottom lip really hard there. also didn't mean to make fun of you when you asked me to 'kiss it better'. you're just too...cute sometimes.
p.s. also, don't think that you're so sly, because i'm fully aware of all the things you're trying to pull on me too. i didn't miss the way you went for me while i was sleeping on your lap on the rooftop the other day, i know you kissed me while my eyes were closed. i felt it and i tasted cherries on my lips. the same cherry lip balm you use sometimes. i thought it was my lollipop because it was sweet, but it was soft, so i know it's you.
i remember when i asked you for music recommendations, then you sent me this ridiculous playlist? (with the title: kissing kaji??? really??) you said you sent it by accident but i don't buy it at all.
yes, i did read each title - what even is a lollipop kiss? and no, i'm not sure how you have the time or energy to come up with these things, but nice try.
also, when i went to your house then you answered the door in just my hoodie, nothing underneath, what was that about? (and don't ask me how i noticed that you were wearing only that).
i don't think i can enumerate everything, because then it would take forever for you to finish reading, so this is it for now. i think i've said too much.
let me know what you think? i just can't help but notice the littlest things about you, too. i know you very well, so don't even hide or try to pretend with me. let me know if you're developing the same symptoms as i am. if yes, i think you may be 'madly in love' with me too?
i'm yours if you'll have me,
ren
— after reading his letter, you tell kaji that you've caught a serious case of the "i love ren kaji syndrome" and that the only thing that can cure it is if kaji gives you a thousand "passionate and steamy" kisses. kaji flicks your forehead softly and tells you "it's incurable and you'll have it forever, idiot. i love you too."
── . ♥︎ from: umemiya
hi my pretty flower!
hope you're all better now?
you seem tired because you've fallen asleep while cuddling with me by the bonfire yesterday at our BBQ party. you're so cute, though, rubbing your cheek against my chest. (yes, you were also snoring, drooling, and sleep talking, but it's adorable and i love everything about you!)
i also just wanted to say thank you for taking care of me yesterday! the party wouldn't have been the success that it was if you hadn't done all that cute decorating! and planned all those fun games. everyone loved you! (but of course, i love you the most!) i think the activities tired you out? and sakura and sugishita were sure a handful, huh? we had to step up and be parents to a dozen rough and rowdy boys! kidding aside, i'm sorry you had to go through all that, my poor baby. now it's my turn to take care of you!
i'm not sure if you remember this, but i carried you up to my room, (bridal style, of course. i know you wouldn't have it any other way. i had to, since all of them kept telling us to 'get a room' - as usual haha) when i tried to sleep next to you, you pulled me in and hugged me tightly, then kept softly planting kisses to my face and my hair, (particularly pressing gentle ones to the scar on my eyebrow), and murmuring about how you thought it was so beautiful, how much you loved me, and that i was your hajime (your first). i don't know what i did to deserve you, my darling.
no one's ever made me feel the way you do. (well, granted, i love my garden, i love eating, i love my siblings, and of course i love bofurin, but the way i love you is different.)
i know you'll see this once you wake up and you'll tell me you don't remember that any of this ever happened (because you're so shy and a cutie) but it's okay, because i'll always be here to remind you.
i love you with all my heart,
(your) hajime
— you smile to yourself as you look over at the sleeping umemiya laid down next to you, lips all red and raw from all the kissing the two of you did after you had read his special love letter addressed to you.
── . ♥︎ from: nirei
dear princess, (can i call you that?)
i couldn't believe it when you said you liked me? are you sure? sorry for asking again, i just didn't know how someone like me would get so lucky to have someone like you. you're just so pretty and nice inside and out!
by the way, you look so gorgeous today (as you always do) with your sundress on! it suits you so well! you're so elegant, like a princess. (hence the nickname.)
also, thank you for letting me take you out on a date! i had so much fun just walking around the amusement park and sharing crepes with you. i feel bad that i had to hold on to you during the horror house. and the roller coaster. and the teacup ride. you said it was alright and you even kissed my forehead (for some reason, it calmed me down alot! - sorry for almost fainting, though. but rest assured i really liked it!)
i was really nervous the night before our date, so i asked suo for dating tips. he told me to just be myself, so i tried to, but it's just hard to seem cool and composed in front of someone i really like.
truth be told, i've liked you for a while now. i may have written about you in my journal, too. hope that's alright with you? i can show it to you someday, but just giving you a heads up that it's mostly about how cute you are and how your smile is enough to make my entire day.
i'm pretty shy about admitting this to you, truth be told. that's why i was struggling to form sentences when you did my hair with the pins, and told me i looked like a sunflower. i think that's the sweetest thing that anyone's ever said to me.
thanks for taking a chance on me, i hope i can express myself more on our second date? (would it be alright if i go for a kiss next time too?)
nirei
— you fold the letter and return it where it was once placed, stacked among a pile of many others, neatly arranged in a box labeled: "to my princess: on our wedding day", as you return and read it again and again, smiling brightly at your dashing husband, akihiko nirei.
── . ♥︎ from: sakura
hey. you.
why are there so many pictures of you on my phone? i'm not mad, okay. i'm just not used to it. i'm not used to seeing your smiling face every time i unlock my phone. it's too radiant, i think. and i see you every day anyway. you look just as...radiant, in person. but, i guess i don't really mind. i used to have nothing much stored on my phone, until you came along.
i used to not like eating vegetables, too. (i mean, i still don't like them) but whenever you lectured me on my health and how you'd "get so lonely and have no one to kiss" if i got sick and died from not eating vegetables - fine, i'll eat them for you. i hate seeing you worried more than i hate eating vegetables anyway. and i wouldn't ever want you to be lonely, i know what that feels like, but now i don't anymore, since i have you.
i used to have no pillows too, until you did your "shopping haul", is that what it's called? i honestly have no idea. i asked what you wanted in return and you told me you just wanted me to be your pillow. what do you even mean by that? is it the way you hug me tightly every night as if i am your pillow? am i just some inanimate object to you?!
sorry. didn't mean it to come out that way. suo says i should be gentle with you and remind you everyday about how beautiful you are. pretty sure that guy does not know what he is talking about because i'm sure you already know that. that you're very beautiful. i'm sure you do, because every day i see new pictures of your face on my phone. you wouldn't take that many pictures if you didn't know you were pretty. i think, looking at them now, i don't think i'll ever get tired of your face.
i used to have nothing before i had you.
you're everything to me,
sakura
— sakura wondered why you were bawling your eyes out, as he was sure he hadn't intended his letter to be sad or to make you cry. you buried yourself in his outstretched arms, unable to recover from the most romantic thing you've ever read in your life. "you're my everything too, haruka." you whisper in his ear, feeling sakura hold back a choked sob from your embrace.
── . ♥︎ from: suo
my dearest love,
you said you couldn't figure me out sometimes and wanted to read what's on my mind, so here it is, i'll let you read it, literally! anything for you, my love. i guess i'm writing it all down in a letter because i'm quite a bit old fashioned that way!
speaking of old fashioned, i hope you like the flowers i sent you the other day? i hope you find them beautiful, though i'd like to point out that of course, nothing can ever compare to how beautiful you are. in flower language, i think you would be a ghost orchid - one of the rarest flowers in the world, known for its otherworldly beauty and is a symbol of imagination. it is also called to be the "star of the forest" for it's star-like shape and ethereal growth in the darkness.
cheesy as it sounds, you're my ghost orchid. the light that appears through my dark tunnels. you've wholeheartedly accepted me for who i am, even if i told you i had an ancient spirit sealed in my eye. i vividly remember you telling me: "hayato, i don't really mind but i hope your ancient spirit doesn't also mind watching us kiss. because we are going to. a lot." you're just so charming, love.
you're also the only one my negotiation tactics don't work on, it seems. there's just no fooling you, you always see right through me. it scares me, but in a good way.
i said once that i was afraid of manju...yeah, besides from it being an iconic comedic line, i was also thinking of you. you're like a manju. your soft skin is similar to a piece of fluffy dough. i'm scared because i might fall in too deep. i'm scared because you're so soft and fluffy and i'm afraid i would ruin you.
now that these things are known to you, me baring some of my deepest thoughts, being openly vulnerable, there's no turning back is there?
you'll just have to tell me yours too,
hayato
— that night, you bared your soul to suo, as well as your body. suo loved you as you are, including all your vulnerabilities. well, maybe you did give in to his negotiation tactics, sometimes. there's just something about his letter that made you want to share your innermost thoughts and desires with him, too.
── . ♥︎ from: togame
hello, sweetheart.
where do i even begin?
you make me so happy, and i just wanted to let you know that not an hour passes by that i'm not thinking about you. we spent the whole day together yesterday, but why is it that i'm still constantly thinking about you?
maybe it's the way i notice how you express your love languages to me. every single one of them, just for me.
maybe it's the way you looked so surprised when you held my hand and found out it was so much bigger than yours, then you said you loved how big i am. (my height, right?) (words of affirmation)
maybe it's the way you automatically knew i wanted a ramune from the convenience store, then tried (and struggled) to open it up for me. the way you furrowed your brows and pouted while pushing the cap was really cute of you. thank you for trying so hard for me, baby. (acts of service)
maybe it's the way you immediately rushed to the stall i was working at during the summer festival and demanded that i give you "ten of everything we have as well as the biggest serving of jo togame possible." even though i'm sure you won't be able to finish all of that. (yes, myself included.) you're so adorable and funny. (quality time)
maybe it's the way you throw your arms around my neck whenever we kiss, like you depend on me for support. i'd like you to know that i depend on you just as much. i like when you sit on my lap, too. it makes me feel so close to you. (physical touch)
i hope i didn't miss anything? (except you, i always miss you.)
maybe it's just the way that you're perfect for me, and i love everything about you. let me express that to you through my words and actions too.
told you i'm always thinking about you,
jo
— as soon as you read his letter, you decided to draft up one of your own, too, but ended up crumpling it in the end because you didn't know how to sum up the immense love you felt for your jo in just a few words. actions spoke louder than words when it came to togame, anyway. so there you were, ramune in hand, surprising your boyfriend at the ori, inviting him to 'toast to finding the one man you will love for the rest of your life.'
