Your eyes fluttered open, feeling something wet on the top of your hair. Nuzzled between rins arms, you look up to see him asleep. The deep kind of sleep where Rin’s hair sticks up in places you didn’t even know were possible and he's... drooling. Specifically, he's drooling on his pillow, and the top of your head. You shake him awake, sitting up on the bed to take a sheet of tissue from the bedside table.
Rin shifts, blinking awake when he feels you move away from his hold. "ugh.. wh, what's wrong?" he stares at you, disheveled and wide eyed. "You drooled on me, Rinnie" you said with a breathless laugh. Rin quickly sits up on the bed, wiping the dried drool on his face with his sleeve. "sorry, i did it again.."
You just shrugged, patting the corner of his mouth with a smile. "it's fine", you always say, it's better than him waking up with a stiff neck. He looks at you, half asleep, before deciding he can’t handle being away from you any longer and tugging you back into his arms. Within minutes, his breathing even out and a patch of drool ends up in your hair again in the morning.
yuuta crouching down to your level, his hand fondly patting the crown of your head and a warm closed-eye smile on his face. telling you that it will all be okay and that he will make sure to take care of everything for you
Tics of raindrops can be heard hitting the roof, a stormy afternoon. Yuta was half asleep on your shoulder, trying not to close his heavy lidded eyes. Pulling the blanket closer towards the both of you on the couch. You put your book down, running gentle fingers trough his dark locs.
"Hm?" you turned your head towards him, a frown on his face, eyebrows furrowed as he try to not cry but theres still tears in the corners from his yawn. He looks at you, really look at you as if you were the one who carved him a heart that beats. "You're.. my heart" he says, slow, almost hesitant. His cheeks turned slightly red but his eyes are still locked into yours. You smiled, kissing the corner of his eyes that were still wet from tears.
"I don't think I— I can't imagine not loving you..." he continues on, babbling sweet proposals to you. You wanted to respone, but the lump in your throat holds you back, afraid of crying. "I love you too, Yuta" you finally said, slow, almost a whisper. He stops, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, kissing your jaw line.
He finally lets himself drift to sleep, you following eventually as you rest your head ontop of his. His heart beats, relaxed, just for you like he said before.
A/n ; Kinda felt eefy about this one (ono) | reblogs are appreciated !
I feel like Hiori Yo would be a big idol fan. One that always has his oshi's merch anywhere on him, on his phone, on his bag, or even the shirt he wears is one from his oshi's first ever merch line.
Tics of raindrops can be heard hitting the roof, a stormy afternoon. Yuta was half asleep on your shoulder, trying not to close his heavy lidded eyes. Pulling the blanket closer towards the both of you on the couch. You put your book down, running gentle fingers trough his dark locs.
"Hm?" you turned your head towards him, a frown on his face, eyebrows furrowed as he try to not cry but theres still tears in the corners from his yawn. He looks at you, really look at you as if you were the one who carved him a heart that beats. "You're.. my heart" he says, slow, almost hesitant. His cheeks turned slightly red but his eyes are still locked into yours. You smiled, kissing the corner of his eyes that were still wet from tears.
"I don't think I— I can't imagine not loving you..." he continues on, babbling sweet proposals to you. You wanted to respone, but the lump in your throat holds you back, afraid of crying. "I love you too, Yuta" you finally said, slow, almost a whisper. He stops, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, kissing your jaw line.
He finally lets himself drift to sleep, you following eventually as you rest your head ontop of his. His heart beats, relaxed, just for you like he said before.
A/n ; Kinda felt eefy about this one (ono) | reblogs are appreciated !
Yuuta is so sweet, so good, so so patient. Even when you're giving him the silent treatment, it wasn't even his faut, you were just bored and chose to test the limits of his patience. He still texts you even when you just leave him on read, he still sends you pictures and asks about your day. He thinks you need space so he leaves you for a day, checking up on you every few hours.
Eventually he couldn't stand it anymore, coming over to you with such calmness it almost irritates you instead. He'd have this soft smile but his eyebrows are slightly knitted. Talking in low hushes, deep velvety voice coming from his lips just for you. "Did i do something wrong?"
You can feel your heart pounding louder as Yuuta comes closer, it's just not fair. He's using his charm on you, he's shielding you close to him, utterly pinnning you towards the wall. "Tell me, please, sweetheart?"
You pouted, trying to look angry at him. He just keeps smiling, finally realizing what you're doing. "My heart, are you having fun?" and that's the breaking point for you, your cheeks are warm and your heart is pounding so hard, you pray he can't hear it.
His smile turns into a smirk, leaning down to kiss your fake pout away. Just know that afterwards he's teasing you endlessly.
A/n: Timeskip yuta please save me (U0n0U) | Reblogs are appreciated
Perhaps Morax, more commonly known as Zhongli, was stupid. It isn't like this is his first time to ever have a lover, he has lived god knows how long to know what love is, or maybe how love is.
Then why is he, standing infront of your door with a bouquet of your your favorite flowers in one hand behind his back whilst the other is fixing his tie for the upteenth time, nervous as hell? His sweat is dropping down his forehead onto the tip of his nose despite it being in the middle of winter, now he's searching his pockets for a handkerchief..
Perhaps because this is a first date, but Zhongli has lived long enough to surely know that something like this isnt suppose to make him almost float on his toes right? 'first impressions last the longest' is what he kept reminding himself as he finally rings your doorbell- or not. "Maybe knocking would be more appropriate.." he said to himself as he knocks your door instead. He eventually regrets it as he thought of how stupid it was when you probably heard the doorbell already and now you'll think he's an impatient man and will cancel this date he has tried to get with you. Maybe Zhongli is just overthinking.
The moment you opened the door with a smile on your face, dressed up for the date, Zhongli was quiet. The million thoughts he was thinking now stopped as if a red light shone. He sighed in relief, finally smiling as he handed you the bouquet of flowers he remembers you said were your favorite. You apologized for being slow, but Zhongli hushes you, because he'll wait even an eternity under the harsh coldness of dragonspine just to have a glimpse of you.
I want love thats so deep you can barely crawl out of it. We're stuck to eachother like glue, we dont have anyone else but eachother in this city, and you dont know who else to trust but me.
I love you like you're the air i breathe daily, i love you like you're everything i need in my life, the only thing i need to still live is you.
My life is terrible, horrible, hell on earth even, but I'm still here because you're here too. I want to live while holding you close to me. I want to live while sharing every single thing with you. Because who am i if I'm not with you. Who am i if I'm not sharing every meal, every emotion with you.
isagi becomes a nerd by accident. he doesn’t mean to be – he just hyperfixates.
like you’ll go to sleep thinking he’s next to you and then wake up at 6 AM to see this man hunched over his laptop with a textbook open, scribbling notes with the most intense concentration known to mankind.
he’s shirtless because he “got hot” during studying. no. he just forgot clothes existed.
he’s shockingly good at teaching you. he explains concepts using soccer metaphors even when they make absolutely zero sense. somehow it still works.
“okay, babe, think of mitosis as… like… the kickoff? no, wait–”
he’s blushing, tripping over words, worried he’s confusing you, but he adapts and figures out what examples help you specifically. he’s a sweetheart tutor.
he surprises you with how organized his study notes are. color-coded. perfect handwriting. sticky tabs. little arrows. sometimes doodles of you tucked in the margins when he misses you.
he falls in love gradually, quietly – in between you asking him “what are you working on?” and genuinely listening to his 40-minute rambles about a statistics paper. he realizes he’s down BAD when he catches himself writing an entire paragraph in his notes that starts with “explain to [name] later.”
dating starts because he accidentally confesses. he gets so excited about something he learned that he runs to you like “LOVE, I DID IT!!” and then freezes, realizing he said “love.” the silence lasts 0.3 seconds before you go “yeah??? and?” and he melts.
ideal boyfriend because he tries so hard. remembers every deadline you have, studies next to you, brings you water, gives forehead kisses as reward systems. when you take breaks he lets you lay on his chest and trace his back muscles while he pretends not to get flustered. adores you to the point of distraction.
itoshi rin
rin studies like he’s solving crimes. posture straight, no distractions, full discipline. which is why seeing him in the morning – hair messy, back exposed, textbook open, brows furrowed – is literally illegal levels of attractive.
he’ll flip a page and the muscles on his back just… move. it’s spiritual.
surprisingly, he’s an excellent teacher. he’s patient and calm in a way he is with absolutely no one else. he’ll explain things three different ways until you understand. occasionally he’ll mutter “good” under his breath when you solve something, and it goes straight to your knees.
rin surprises you by being lowkey clingy while studying. he won’t admit it. but he’ll hook his foot around yours under the table. sit closer than necessary. brush your hair behind your ear so he can “see your notes better.”
he falls in love with you after you scold him for staying up too late studying. no one talks to him like that. no one fusses over him. no one cares in a way that makes his chest tight. so when you cup his face and go “you need to sleep, idiot,” he’s cooked. fully done.
you start dating because he straight-up asks you. awkward, blunt, ears slightly red.
“i like you. go out with me.”
romantic poetry? absolutely not. effective? very.
ideal boyfriend because he remembers EVERYTHING. brings you the brand of pen you said you liked once. memorizes your study schedule better than his own. massages your shoulders when you stress too hard.
and when you wake up and catch him studying shirtless, he just glances over his shoulder with a soft “come here,” pulling you onto his lap as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
itoshi sae
sae falls asleep studying a lot. he looks so composed normally that the sight of him slumped over his desk, hair slightly messy, broad back glistening faintly in morning light – it feels illegal to witness.
he always wakes up before you, but on rare days he doesn’t, you catch the soft, relaxed version of him no one else gets.
he is a ridiculously good teacher, but in the most sae way: concise, efficient, a little mean. “no, that’s wrong. try again.” but then he’ll explain it slowly from the start because he actually cares.
things about him that surprise you: he studies with classical music, he reads academic journals for fun, he steals your hand absentmindedly while reading, and he kisses your temple when you get something right and acts like he didn’t do anything.
he falls in love with you when you treat him normally. no idolizing. no “genius this, prodigy that.” you ask him what he’s studying, not what goal he scored. you make him tea without being asked. you tell him to stop working and take a break. he’s not used to softness, so he breaks.
dating starts after he confesses in the most unceremonious way possible: “i don’t want anyone else to bother you. be mine.”
not smooth, not poetic, but genuine enough that it makes your heart flip.
ideal boyfriend because he’s reliable, calm, and gentle in ways he doesn’t show the world. he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder while you study. he’ll correct your work with little red marks, but draw a tiny star when you get something perfect. he’ll hold you from behind in the morning, warm and slow, and say “stay a little longer” in a sleepy voice you never forget.
nagi seishiro
nagi studying at all is rare.
nagi studying shirtless, half-asleep, hair sticking up like a baby chicken? a blessing. he’ll wake up when you walk past, squinting like a confused cat.
“oh… did i fall asleep? again?”
yes, babe. and now you’re giving me heart palpitations.
he’s actually good at teaching, but only because he simplifies everything to lazy-person logic. “just memorize this one thing and the rest connects, see?” he’s shockingly intuitive, even though he pretends he doesn’t care.
surprises: understands concepts freakishly fast once someone explains them, likes studying with you because your presence makes him “not bored,” lays his whole body weight on you as a study break, kisses your cheek randomly because “you looked cute and i needed motivation.”
he falls in love with you because you don’t force him to change. you let him be himself – slow, sleepy, cuddly, brilliant in his own way. and he likes that you ask for help sometimes because it makes him feel needed.
dating starts because he just assumes you’re dating. he’ll be like, “hey, my girlfriend wants boba. let’s go.” and you’re like “… girlfriend???” and he just blinks at you. “yeah. you like me, i like you. easy.”
ideal boyfriend because he’s physically affectionate and emotionally consistent. loves studying with you even if he complains. massages your scalp randomly. lets you trace circles on his back while he naps. wakes up early only when you need help because you’re the one thing he’ll put effort into.
mikage reo
reo studies like he’s training for the olympics of academics. he genuinely ENJOYS it. so waking up to him shirtless, sitting at his desk with his back flexing as he highlights documents… yeah. you thank god every day.
he is an AMAZING teacher. he breaks everything down step-by-step, gives examples, quizzes you, makes study guides tailored to your learning style. he’s the boyfriend who goes “okay babe, let me test you real quick” and it’s weirdly hot.
surprises you with how dorky he is when he’s excited about learning something. he’ll ramble. he’ll gesture too much. he’ll drag you into his lap to explain something because “you have to see this, it’s so cool!”
he falls in love with you the moment you compliment his intelligence instead of his money. no one does that. everyone praises his resources, his family, his connections. but you?
“you’re so smart, reo.” he replays it for a week straight.
dating starts because he plans a cute study date and confesses mid-explanation. he’s like “so if x equals– okay i can’t focus, i like you, please go out with me.” he’s bright red by the end.
ideal boyfriend because he’s supportive as hell. helps you study, helps you relax, buys you matching stationery, carries you to bed when you fall asleep on your desk. he’ll let you sit on his lap while he works, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. he’s all warmth and devotion.
bachira meguru
bachira studying is… a spectacle. he can’t sit still. he’s shirtless, legs crisscrossed on the floor, surrounded by highlighters, snacks, and sticky notes in colors not found in nature.
waking up to him is wild: his back muscles are flexing as he balances a textbook on his head “for posture,” completely forgetting how attractive he looks from behind. you’re just staring like you’re watching a wildlife documentary.
shockingly good teacher in a chaotic way. explains concepts using the weirdest metaphors: “think of the mitochondria as the monster that wants snacks!!” somehow? you understand it.
things that surprise you: he solves problems FAST when he focuses, he writes little doodles of you in the margins, he’s clingy while studying and will literally wrap his legs around you while explaining algebra, he hums softly when he concentrates and it’s cute as hell.
he falls in love when you don’t judge his unconventional learning style. most people think he’s too much. you think he’s wonderful.
dating starts because he blurts it out. “i like you. like, big, big feelings.” he says it while trying (and failing) to do a practice test.
ideal boyfriend because he makes studying fun. study breaks become cuddle breaks. he massages your shoulders with way too much enthusiasm. he leaves encouraging notes everywhere. he makes you feel adored, understood, and constantly laughing.
shidou ryusei
waking up to shidou’s bare back while he studies is INSANE. this man sits with the most perfect posture, but is somehow still completely unhinged. his shoulders roll, muscles moving as he jots notes with intensity that makes you stare in silence.
he is surprisingly smart. like, ridiculously smart. he picks up concepts faster than he picks fights.
a bizarrely good teacher: short explanations, zero patience for fluff, makes fun of you the whole time, but will drill the info into your brain until you get it.
surprises: he uses pink gel pens only, he wears glasses sometimes and refuses to admit it, he actually enjoys learning when it strokes his ego to be good at it, and kisses you mid-lesson as a “reward.”
he falls in love with you when you call him out. you don’t act impressed. you don’t baby him. you tell him to “shut up and study.” and he’s like… oh. yeah. that’s my girl.
dating starts because he pins you against the wall with a textbook in hand.
“you’re mine now. cool? cool.”
you agree because what else do you do when a greek god nerd corners you?
ideal boyfriend because he’s unpredictable in the best way. he drags you into his lap when you’re stressed. he threatens your textbook for “hurting his baby.” he bites your shoulder gently during study breaks. he keeps you entertained, adored, and slightly terrified.
karasu tabito
karasu is a silent studier. calm. sharp. focused. bare back glistening in morning light while he leans over a notebook with long fingers tapping a pen… yeah, he’s devastating.
he’s a very, VERY good teacher. he explains things clearly, slowly, and with a teasing edge that makes you want to hit him and kiss him at the same time.
things that surprise you: he’s extremely organized, he gets competitive about studying, he loves studying with you near him and will pull you onto his thigh without looking up, and he’s secretly a nerd about psychology and strategy.
he falls in love with you when he realizes you challenge him. you make him think. you keep up. you ask smart questions. you call him out when he’s being cocky. it’s stimulating for him.
dating starts because he corners you after a study session and says, “ya know i like ya, right?”
very calm. very confident. very heart-stopping.
ideal boyfriend because he’s balanced. he helps you study, but also forces you to take breaks. he massages your neck while you read. he kisses your shoulder whenever he passes by your desk. and when you wake up and catch him shirtless at 7 AM reviewing notes, he’ll smirk and go, “enjoying the view?”
kaiser michael
kaiser studying shirtless???? the EGO in that sight alone. the rose and thorn tattoo shifting across his arm as he flips pages and moves textbooks from the pile. the way he stretches his arms over his head, fully aware you’re watching. he smirks every time.
he is annoyingly smart. like, actually brilliant. remembers every detail. analyzes everything. especially because he studies psychology? god help you. he already psychoanalyzes people for fun.
he’s good at teaching, but makes it insufferable. “that’s wrong, liebling. cute, though.”
explains things perfectly, but with maximum teasing.
surprises: he takes extremely neat notes, he secretly likes having you sit on his lap while you both study, he buys matching stationery because “aesthetic matters,” he likes when you ask him for help – feeds his ego.
he falls in love with you the moment you snap at him for distracting you. “kaiser, shut up. i’m studying.” no fear. no awe. just pure annoyance. he’s obsessed instantly.
dating starts because he doesn’t give you a choice.
“we’re good together. let’s date.” says it casually, like he’s offering you a contract.
ideal boyfriend because he’s attentive in ways you don’t expect. he always knows when you’re overwhelmed. he forces you to take mental breaks. he praises you when you improve. he kisses the back of your neck while passing by.
and in the mornings, when you wake up and find him studying? he raises an eyebrow like, “enjoying the view, hm? yeah? c’mere then.”
ness alexis
ness studying shirtless is the cutest thing ever. he sits proper, posture perfect, glasses on, hair messy, back muscles tensing subtly as he writes quietly. he looks like a soft academic boyfriend straight from pinterest.
he is an AMAZING tutor. he’s gentle, patient, and really attentive. he notices what confuses you before you even say anything.
surprises: his handwriting is BEAUTIFUL, he color-codes things in pastel themes, he hums classical piano while studying, he gets flustered when you call him smart.
he falls in love slowly – every time you praise him, every time you lean on him while reading, every time you ask for help with a soft “ness…?” he lives for that.
dating starts because he shy-confesses. “i… um… like you. a lot. more than friends.” his voice cracks once and he wants to die.
ideal boyfriend because he’s tender and consistent. he keeps track of your deadlines. he leaves little notes in your notebook. he brews tea for both of you before studying. he kisses your cheek when you do well.
and in the morning, if you catch him shirtless at his desk, he panics and covers his chest with his notebook like, “i–i didn’t think you’d wake up yet!”
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