Sakuma Daisuke, member of Johnny’s idol group Snow Man, put together his autumn couples outfit based on Prince of Tennis and his favorite character Atobe Keigo in Sore Snow Man ni Yarasetekudasai. He’s usually sporting pink hair, but for this segment he dyed his hair black and got a haircut so he’d have the same hair as Atobe’s.😂
He chose to go with a tennis outfit with racket and all even though he doesn’t actually play the sport so the judges and all the people who ranked below him were a bit put off.😂 Luckily for him, the judging was purely based on the outfit itself, otherwise the judges changed his rank to last place.
(Dedicating this post to @a-kuma who let me know about this episode!✨)
Summary: You first knew Ayato years ago. He was handsome, charming, and loved to provoke a reaction from you. Yet, the love of your life, the next head of the Kamisato clan, left you. Now he was at your door, shocked to see you were home. If you put your anger aside, perhaps you'd learn why he had to leave you. You were one of the few who can cause him to lose composure after all.
Other info: Angst with comfort, hurt/comfort, 2.6k words, spoilers for Ayato's story quest in the first paragraph
(Inspired by his story quest. I wondered if something in Ayato's past could've made him more personally invested in the main conflict of the quest and it somehow turned into this. I hope you enjoy it.)
Passing by the notice board caused your stomach to drop once again. You knew it was irrational. The wedding was cancelled because it was merely a rumor to begin with. Nonetheless, it left a bitter taste in your mouth, churning up memories you thought you had put to rest.
You stopped in your tracks when you saw a figure at the front door of your home. He was tall, handsome, and elegant as always. You knew him well, many years ago.
You sighed as you approached the door and Ayato was startled to see you. He adjusted the collar of his kimono and you scoffed at his action. Despite now being older and more accomplished, he had the same telling habits when he was in an uncomfortable situation. He had better feel ashamed.
"My apologies," he told you. "I did not expect you to be home."
"What? Your informants gave you the wrong info?"
You struggled with the key at the door and when it opened, you glanced back at him, only to raise a brow at his expression. It was brief, but you were sure you had seen a small smile from him. You disregarded it.
Blocking the entryway, you stood in front of him and crossed your arms. "Why are you here, commissioner?"
His eyes widened, but only slightly, before clearing his throat. "I have business to attend to with your father," he told you.
"For the upcoming festival? He has more pressing matters at the moment. He left me in charge of it for now."
"Ah. I shall return another day then," he said with a polite smile, proceeding to leave.
"If you need to discuss something with me, you might as well spare me the pain and say it now." There was a deeper meaning to your words but you dared not to mention it now.
He fiddled with his sleeve, unsure how to reply. He resorted to a shrug and a chuckle. "I thought you despised being in my presence."
"I do."
Lightning striked in the distance, an ominous sign the skies would pour down with rain any minute. You sighed over the unfortunate circumstances.
"Come inside," you told him. "I have quite a few drafts that need approval. I was going to ask Ayaka but it seems my point of contact has changed to… you."
You gestured to him to come inside, and just as he stepped into your home, a trickle of rain began.
The inside of your home felt a lot smaller than usual. It was never as big as the Kamisato estate, but the last time you were both here was when you were much younger. Your retainer rushed into the room to welcome Ayato and to see if he would care for any refreshments. You went to your office in the back to retrieve the paperwork for the festival.
When you returned to the living room, balancing a stack of binders, Ayato quickly came to your aid. You pushed his hand away and walked to the table before dumping all your work on it.
Over the next few hours, the two of you discussed the drafts of the posters, brochures and other signage for the event. You needed to verify the accuracy of the information, not wanting to give the illustrators and designers the wrong information.
There were quite a few vendors selling goods at the festival, so it was a challenge to consolidate all of their information. Fortunately, Ayato was competent at his job and was familiar with each one like the back of his hand. Almost all.
"There's one more vendor from Liyue," he told you. "But I can't quite remember the name."
"Qingce textiles? You mentioned them earlier today."
"No, not that," he said, placing a hand on his chin. "I don't know if the spelling is correct. I will require one of my retainers to verify it for me."
"No need. I'm familiar with them," you told him. "I frequented their store." You dragged your pen as you wrote out their name. Traveling to Liyue in the past was a nice change of pace from the busyness in Inazuma. No, not the busyness.
You went there after Ayato called off your engagement.
"Have you heard from Watatsumi fisheries?" you asked him. "My father last told me they were still deciding on participating in the festival. Many people waited in line at their stall last year."
"That's a pity. I was told they ran out of their last batch of fish. A certain hired hand left them on the boat to spoil."
You widened your eyes in panic, wondering how your friend was dealing with the situation. But after spotting the slight uptick of the corner of Ayato's mouth, you rolled your eyes and returned your papers.
"That shouldn't be a problem for you, correct?" you asked.
"Of course," he replied. "Thoma also informed me they have plenty in their storehouses. Besides, they still have quite a bit of time before the actual festival to obtain fresh fish."
"So ultimately, your information was irrelevant."
"Perhaps," he told you. As you shuffled more papers, Ayato glanced at your empty cup. "You should get some more tea."
"I'll ask Mizuda to fetch it for me."
"I was implying you needed a break. I can continue here."
Your heart skipped a beat without your permission. Why was it that just after being with him for a mere few hours made you forget that you hadn't conversed in years? You ground your teeth, hoping his business with you would end swiftly.
When you returned from your tea break, you walked back to the living room with a cup in your hand.
"Is that… boba?" he asked. He glanced outside the window as the rain continued to pour down. "Where did you get it?"
"I made it."
You held out the cup and he stared at the drink in front of him. When he took it, his fingers grazed over your hand and he almost dropped the cup in the process. You eyed him, questioning his behaviour and he apologized for his uncharacteristic clumsiness.
The next few minutes were strange. Ayato knocked your biscuits off of their plate when reaching for a new sheet of paper. His sleeve got caught on the edge of his boba cup and caused it to flip over onto one of your binders. It was fortunately empty. You finally snapped when he dropped the ink bottle, which had just missed your rug.
"Ayato, what's going on?" you groaned.
"I–." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "It seems you still have this effect on me."
You bit your lip, picking up a few papers but you forgot why you needed them. "You–," you began before taking a breath to compose yourself. "You have no right to have any feelings for me."
Ayato was the boy who promised to go through everything with you. You were best friends turned sweethearts and he was elated to learn his arranged marriage would be with you. He loved to tease you yet you didn't mind. It was some of the few times he had fun as he diligently learned to be the next head of the clan.
You gripped the paper in your trembling hand, holding back tears threatening to blur your vision. "Why– Why couldn't you stay with me?"
He sighed as he leaned back in his seat. "You were simply the price I had to pay," he said, closing his eyes and head tilted towards the ceiling.
"What about me?" you snapped at him. "Don't you think I suffered as well?"
You knew he would be the next head of the clan. He prepared his whole life for it. But it was accelerated when his parents died. It was the burden he had to carry, you understood that. Despite this, the two of you promised to be with each other through these times and were excited to wed each other when you reached adulthood.
He continued to stare at the ceiling before rising from his seat and occupying the space in front of you. He bent down, knees on the floor, and, very gently, tucked in the edges of his kimono.
"I promised myself to never appear in front of you again," he told you. "I never considered an opportunity would arise to apologize to you."
He placed his forehead on the rug and you clenched your fists, your nails digging into your skin.
"I am sorry you had to suffer on my behalf."
"Don't you think it's too late? You never told me why you called off the engagement. Of course, I suffered! You got up and left without a word! How could you do this to me?"
Silence. He didn't give you an answer. Your sweet beloved had left you in a blink of an eye and yet he was here in your house.
You rubbed your temple. "Forget this. Let's just get back to work."
You picked up your pen but he hadn't moved from his spot. "Ayato?" You glanced below you; a small patch of the rug was damp.
You pulled him up. "Ayato," you said in a panic. Tears filled his eyes and coated his cheeks. He quickly hid them behind his hand.
"I've overstayed my welcome." He got up to rush out of your house but you took his hand. It required little force to halt his movements. The feeling of your hand in his had shocked him.
"Ayato," you said again, this time with a gentle tone. He bit his lip, attempting to steel his expression. But it was no use. The tears had already betrayed him.
"My love," you called him this time, and he turned around, embracing you in his arms. His sleeves spread over your back as his tears soaked your shoulder. You stroked his broad back in the same way he used to comfort you.
"Mizuda," you called your retainer and she entered the room. "Please retrieve a handkerchief for me." She nodded and left the room.
"You need not to worry about her," you told Ayato. "She's astute and tight-lipped. I trust her with my life."
He chuckled as he finally lifted his head. "How is it that you are comforting me when you have suffered unjustly?"
"Ayato," you said, staring into his eyes. "I was angry with you because you never gave me an explanation. I thought you didn't care about me anymore."
Your retainer returned with a handkerchief and Ayato wiped his tears. "This is quite amusing. After all these years of leading my clan, I am still very much immature. I am able to confront nobles, stand up against assassins, and uncover the deception of others," he takes your other hand, "but wasn't able to appear before you."
"Were you afraid I'd be angry with you?"
"No. I was afraid you'd be too understanding," he said. "And you would bear the cost of my decision alone."
You rubbed your forehead with the heel of your palm. "Now why would you do that– No, of course you would." He had his own way of dealing with his personal problems.
"I couldn't think of a solution that wouldn't cause you any pain." He released your hands and turned his head away from you. "I thought that you would at least have some consolation if you could direct your anger towards me."
"Is that why there was also an increase of suitors for me when you left?" you sighed. "Were you hoping I'd somehow be comforted by it?"
"No," he shook his head. "I had no hand in that. I considered it, but there was no one I could trust to take care of you."
You let out a sigh when your heart skipped a beat once again. "So why leave in the first place?"
"If I didn't, my sister–" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, disregard that. It was ultimately due to my incompetence that I could not fulfill my promise to you." His hand shook as he spoke, and he clenched it before hiding it from your view. "I could not rely on your family, lest we drag you down with us."
"Drag us down? Did you really think–?"
No. That wasn't it. He needed to ensure stability for his clan after his parents died. If it were only him left in the clan, the Ayato you knew would have run into your open arms, accepting any help you gave him. But if he chose you, he couldn't provide what his sister needed, a strong head of the family who'd forge a path for her. Her, along with the rest of his weakened clan and all who were under his care.
"You wanted to be able to stand on your own two feet." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Incompetent indeed."
You didn't agree with him. Power dynamics didn't consume your mind like they did his. But now you could make some sort of reason behind his actions. Perhaps you were both too young and immature back then, not to mention Ayato had little time to grieve over his parents. And after you left for Liyue, he thought it best to not keep in contact.
"I do not ask for your forgiveness," he told you. "I have already put you through too much. But I will not allow you to suffer again," he said, looking directly at you. "I will ensure it."
He folded up the handkerchief and placed it next to him. "Did… you have any other questions? I hope it'll make our future interactions more bearable for you. If not," he continued, "I can arrange for someone else to take my place."
You pinched the bridge of your nose. This was too much to process. "Let's just finish up what we can for today."
The two of you worked for a few more hours and the sun had already set. You had difficulty concentrating and the side glances from Ayato didn't help at all. But one thing was for sure. You missed him. And he missed you.
"It's late." he told you. "I must return to the estate. I can arrange for someone else to come next time."
You crossed your arms, shoulders relaxed, as you leaned on a door frame, watching Ayato retrieve his belongings. "Will you be attending the festival?"
"Of course," he replied, squinting his eyes at a sheet of paper due to the dim light. "I must ensure it'll run smoothly."
"My retainer won't be working that week." You'd be alone then.
The paper fell to the ground as he lifted his eyes to you. He raised his hand to clear his throat. "Perhaps I… should come back to work here tomorrow. So that I won't be as busy during the festival." You raised a brow. "Or not. I'll get Thoma or Ayaka instead to–"
"I'm free Saturday."
Ayato's eyes grew wide. He tightened his lips together and you snorted as he struggled to hold back a smile. He nodded and quickly packed the rest of his papers before leaving your house.
The rain had stopped. The dim lampstands outlined his silhouette as he stood to stare back at your house once more, the man who sacrificed much to accomplish what he did over the years, the same boy you had loved dearly.
Perhaps fate would be kinder to the two of you this time around.
I hope you liked it. :) Fun fact: the textile business is a reference to the reader's occupation from my Kazuha drabble and the fishing business is the reader's from my Itto fic. I was too lazy to think of vendors so I used them. lol. Those two fics have completely different moods from this one though. :)
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warnings - crying, focal point on being touch starved, use of xiao's real name because i love him, cursing in scara's because there will ALWAYS be cursing in scara's
summary - a touch starved reader crumbles upon being given love and affection for the first time by their beloved <3
a/n - hop aboard the self indulgent train!!!/hj but this idea has been on my mind for a while now so i'm eager to write it! :D also this is borderline rambling i apologize if it's not your thing :')))
our actions hold within them partial universes created of stardust and glitter, and a thousand words rooted in the slight slip of one's hand across another's cheek, or perhaps a longing, loving gaze that manages to enrapture another and speak volumes in silence. a simple hug would speak even more than thick, yellowed books and detailed encyclopedias that stretch on for volume upon volume.
you began to realize this when the way in which he caressed your cheek with such love had you melting under his breathy gaze and falling limp in his arms. his body alone seemed to preach with an airy cadence without a single word escaping past his lips.
for so long you'd bared the biting nip of frosting cold and let a sheen of ice coat itself along your skin. yet his touch seemed to melt what remained of blooming winter both in your heart and soul and left behind a shivering something, curled up in a ball and smaller than a marble: the desire for affection, to be loved, and to be wanted.
even now as his arms fit snug around your body for the first time, you let your mind wander to your times of icy frost and barren loneliness where only the softness of your pillow could provide some sort of solace for the gaping hole in your heart where loving hugs and kisses to your cheek were supposed to fit perfectly.
"is this okay?"
you wanted to laugh bitterly at how courteous he was,
"such a gentleman, of course it is." you teased despite the watery waver to the tail end of your voice.
when his arms drew tighter around your body and you felt his lips come to once again melt away at the snow around your temple, your mind drew back to those sleepless nights where all you longed for was one single hug, and suddenly all the snow had been thawed by his touch and left behind a calm, gentle stream of rivulets that trickled down your cheeks from the reservoirs hidden behind your eyes.
oh, how loved you felt in his arms.
content utc!
diluc.
upon hearing the first of your sniffles, diluc's body went rigid as rock as he hurried to pull you away from his shoulder and inspect your face. what he hadn't expected was for you to dive right back in, your arms slung around his torso as if holding too slack would mean he'd fade away into nothing and you'd be left to bear the stinging void of loneliness once again.
"please don't let me go, not yet." sputtered between little hiccups and wheezes, you prayed that he managed to hear the words you spoke directly into his heart.
and hear them he did, in fact he did more than hear them: he understood them. his strong, broad arms moved upwards to hold your body tight against his, taking great care to treat you as if you'd break under his touch. the gentle swipe of hair from your damp forehead and brush of his fingers against your tear-soaked cheeks had your knees buckling under the newfound touch.
to admit his own starve of touch out loud would embarrass him to no end, but he'd never deny the way your warmth made his heart flutter. and he hoped that he could mend the holes in your heart and indulge in each other's arms and this foreign feeling of touch, together.
"it's okay," diluc spoke into the roots of your hair, eyes shutting in pure bliss, "i'm here now, you're not alone anymore."
and you believed him, with all your heart.
kaeya.
"angel? what's going on? are those tears i see?"
despite the teasing lilt to his voice, the worry lined around his lilac pupils could never betray his mind. his hands held your sniffling face as if you were crafted by the gods themselves, each swipe of his thumb careful and gentle and each peck to your nose, eyelid, cheeks, forehead, and lips held within them words that never needed to be said.
"kaeya?"
"yes, darling?"
"could i have another hug?" if your words weren't enough to depict how much you loved him, your eyes screamed in volumes loud enough for the gods themselves to hear them.
kaeya wanted to give you one of his charming chuckles and offer up a cheesy, teasing response like, "aww, it seems not even you can evade my wicked, boyish charm."
but he knew better, and he knew that he understood you more than he let on. so instead of speaking, his arms wrote poetry wrapped tight around your waist, and his lips uttered lyrics to love ballads in the form of pressing kiss after kiss to your hair.
what remained on his skin was the thawed droplets of ice that once covered his body, all thanks to your warmth were they melted and gone. he prayed you'd never let go of him, because he knew he'd never let you slip from his arms.
albedo.
confused, albedo gently pries your face away from his shoulder and takes the first step in brushing away the drops of sorrow that flowed freely from your eyes.
"did something happen, my flower? was i perhaps too rough with my hug?" ever the diligent scientist, albedo's eyes scan yours for any sign of discomfort. yet what he finds staring back at him is the void in your irises beginning to fill up with his reflection, and his theory soon becomes fact when you say nothing more and head straight back into his arms, squeezing tighter and tighter with all of your strength.
you'd come crashing into his life with all of the gentleness of a bull in a ceramics shop, and yet you felt so soft, so fragile in his arms.
"just one more hug, i promise." despite the obvious strain to your voice and the tears that dampened his shirt, albedo conceded and decided to play into your fantasy, where he gives you just one more hug.
albedo himself knows not much of affection, but what he has been able to conclude from his studies is that he loves sharing it with you. and he doesn't need a notebook to detail such findings when he has the ability to hold you tight in his arms and let the beat of his heart detail his findings to your listening ears.
childe.
"hey, what's wrong? did someone hurt you? did you have a bad day?"
despite the literal chain bomb that was childe's constant stream of questions, his tightened grip only served to make your tears fall faster from your eyes as you realized just how loved you felt in his embrace.
without even needing to open your mouth, he seemed to realize right away when your fist gathered clumps of his shirt into your fingers and gripped with white knuckles.
"oh sunshine," he cooed, moving his thumb to brush just underneath the red rim of your eye, "c'mere. i'll give you lots of cuddles."
and give you lots of cuddles he did. you would never slip from his arms, not with how secure and firm they rested around your body, locked in tight and confirmed with the gentle squeeze to your torso every now and then to remind you of how real he was.
despite the fact that his shirt would be wrinkled with how hard you gripped onto the fabric, or the noticeable wet patch you'd leave on his shoulder from your tears, childe relished in the feeling of your puzzle piece bodies fitting together as one. as much as you craved him, he was addicted to you.
zhongli.
to many who have uttered his name in prayer, they asked for good fortune, another chance, or something along the lines that would only be grantable by a god.
but you uttered no words, not a single peep. instead you spoke his name through the way in which your eyes silently pleaded with him to hold you tight against his chest and he felt your prayers of love deep within the caverns of his heart.
"i'm here, my lily. you never have to ask me to hold you. if you so desire it, it shall be yours."
his words seemed to spur your sobs onwards, but he knew they were from a place that you had long sealed away, a place that had been released with only a single one of his hugs.
zhongli was a man of many words but he was content to let the way in which he held you tight against his throbbing heart speak the words he could never find.
xiao.
your cries are like stabs through the heart for xiao. poor, poor alatus who tries so hard not to mess up the one good thing that's come to him in a long, long time.
he slides away from your embrace in fear that he may have hurt you, which, much to his surprise, only makes your stuttered breaths and rolling tears increase.
"don't go..." you mumbled as you raced against his mind to clutch his torso with all you were.
he doesn't understand, to comprehend such intricacies of the human condition were far beyond his reach and yet he allows you to indulge in feeling the pound of his heart hammer away from under the thin skin of his chest and the feel of his fingers tracing patterns on the underside of your back.
his fears of your pain or sorrow are washed away when he brings you closer to his body and dives into the crook of your neck.
and as your fingers come up to card through his thick locks, he finds himself ever so close to joining you in melting the frigid snow that lay around his heart in exchange for calm, gentle rivers.
kazuha.
the minute tears fall from your eyes, kazuha sweeps in to kiss them away as if sensing your sorrow before you even know it.
"your tears wound me ever so deep, my love. what happened?"
but you can't give a straight answer, not with how the overwhelming warmth that encircles your body overpowers you brain and leaves you a bumbling mess in his arms.
you only answer with the glassy, longing look you give him and the burrowing of your body closer into his arms. any more and you'd merge with him.
his touch is gentler than the drop of a crimson leaf in early fall, and quieter than the gentle shake of wildflowers in spring. he feels like life itself, and as you inhale more of him through your nose you feel yourself unbinding the cords and vines wrapped around your heart.
once his hand came to stroke the top of your head, all while his soothing voice gently shushed your tears and muffled sobs, all you could do was melt and indulge in the finest that kazuha had to offer.
and kazuha knows that he'd do anything to fill the void within you where he fits perfectly.
scaramouche.
"why are you crying? who hurt you?! i'm going to fucking kill them-"
"n-no! scara no!"
the crack in your voice in enough to settle him down and allows you to return to placing your head in the crook of his shoulder. "just for a little bit...let's stay like this, please." you plead into his skin.
scaramouche can't help but indulge you, even if the sight of your tears or the way your shoulders rise up and down sharply sends shooting pains to that odd thing in his chest.
"if nothing's wrong then stop crying, it's annoying." despite his harsh words, his large palm comes up to hold the back of your head against his body, while the other arm pressed your body flush against his.
the way in which he held you completed contradicted his words, and his lingering touch was one you knew you'd think about for the rest of your life so long as you lived.
scaramouche himself felt the similar gaping hole in his chest begin to close, and the foreign feeling for once felt pleasant instead of painful.
"so...you like this kinda stuff?"
with a vigorous nod of your head and tighten grip around his torso, 'noted', scaramouche thought and allowed himself a single, small fraction of a smile that of which he buried into your temple in hopes that you'd see him with your eyes closed.
dainsleif.
you're so tender and soft, dainsleif almost feels as if he's holding a timid daisy rather than his beloved partner.
though he claims to be devoid of so many human traits, you feel his warmth and hear the thunder of his heartbeat against your ear. in this moment you realize: there is someone who loves you, and someone who treasures you enough to allow you close to their heart.
his first hug in so long brings him to near tears, and the spur of rivers that trickled down your face worried him to no end as he makes haste to slip away.
"are you alright? have i hurt you? we don't have to do that again if you don't want-"
you loved him, you loved all of him, even the nervous worrywart side of him that he rarely ever revealed to anyone. but in this moment, all you craved was dainsleif and you made it known of your intentions when you cut his rambling questions off by flinging yourself against his body, holding so tight as if he'd slip through your hands like silky water or thin, granules of sand.
"it feels so nice. you feel so nice." and though normally such bold words would have you flustered and looking away and his cheeks flared up in the color of pyro, dainsleif allows himself this one indulgence and wraps his arms tight around your body as you dry your tears into the fabric of his shirt.
and he'd be sure to never let go until he takes his last breath.
➯ Status: Ongoing. Updates every 4 days. | Taglist is open
➯Warning: Nsfw, Suggestive, Alcohol.
➯A/n: Hie. This is my first smau ever. I hope you enjoy.
↳𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘
The reader has been kicked out of their house and eventually becomes roommates with Gojo. Y/n's friends are hoping for her to not get caught up with him but how can she when they live together. There are moments when things get too heated. Will they be able overcome it or will they end up fucking? Or maybe even dating?
Chapter 1 - Kicked out
Chapter 2- It's a Yes
Chapter 3- "FOR BUSINESS PURPOSE ONLY🤡"
Chapter 4-"JUST FUCKBOY THINGIES"🤪
Chapter 5- "STALKING YOUR CRUSH'S ACCOUNT IS NEVER A GOOD IDEA"
Chapter 6- "SNEAK PEEK IN GOJO'S INSTAGRAM"
Chapter 7-"ON MY WAY"
Chapter 8-"THE JOB AND THE RENT"
Chapter 9-"RUMORS"
Chapter 10-"How to stop someone from crying?"
Chapter 11 -"Hime in the Wonderland"
Chapter 12-"Feelings"
Chapter 13-"The surprise planning"
Chapter 14-"Sato-chan. Wakey Wakey"
Chapter 15-"Party Venue"
Chapter 16-"You'll never understand"
Chapter 17-"The constant state of Pain"
Chapter 18-"THREE ACHING HEARTS"
Chapter 19 -"IN THE SHOWER"
Chapter 20-"Sukuna got hired for a job"
Chapter 21-"Topless"
Chapter 22-"I NEED HER"
Chapter 23-"Happy Birthday"
Chapter 24- "PEACH BUTT"
Chapter 25- "ALL WE CARE FOR IS ALCOHOL" PART 1
Chapter 26- ALL WE CARE FOR IS ALCOHOL" PART 2
Chaprer 27- 'WHERE WERE THOSE THREE?'
Chapter 28- 'BEHIND THE CLOSED DOOR'
Chapter 29- 'GOOD OL' FRIENDS'
Chapter 30- 'CONFUSION'
Chapter 31- "TWO TYPES OF MORNINGS AFTER A HOOKUP"
i see some ppl asking what would it be like if Gojo’s daughter has six eyes.
but what if said kid can teleport like their dad 😂
First time this would happen is when Gojo is going on a mission and entrusts his child to the staff and students. It’s Ijichi’s turn for babysitting and HE SWORE that 3 seconds ago that the kid is sitting on a couch and now they’re gone. Poor Ijichi felt his soul leave his body because THEY CAN’T FIND HER
Then Gojo’s daughter reappear in places kids shouldn’t be like the roof, in treetops, weapons storage rooms. But just when they are able to catch her she disappears somewhere else. What seem to be harmless babysitting escalated to the MOST STRESSFUL hide and seek game ever.
Fushiguro has to stifle the stress in his voice when Gojo called checking on his child: “Oh she’s asleep Gojo sensei 🥲🥲”
Nanami resolved the issue by luring the daughter with a box of mochi 😂😂😂
I feel like teleporting is apart of the Six Eyes? So being able to control Infinity and Limitless is something she probably mastered at a young age under the careful care of her father.
So I am sure he probably sat her down, showed her exactly where he is going to be for lets say like, an important meeting with a few clans, and went, "Now princess, if you ever get bored, you can teleport over to me whenever, okay?"
"Okay daddy~"
Then again, she is a Gojo, and will take advantage of her powers to piss everyone off at the same time. So after having the others run after her for like, 5 minutes, she got bored before she teleports to her father's side. The others in the room would be in shock, since a child had essentially appeared before them in a blink of an eye; and just feeling her immense Curse Energy probably scared them off too lmao.
Gojo just glances at his side and picks the little girl up only to smother her in cuddles and love. At least now he has someone to keep him company during the boring meeting though.
Also - will definitely call Megumi just to piss him off. Nanami probably figured everything out the moment a frantic call from Yuji and just simply texted Gojo without hesitating.
'Stop being a nuisance and return your kid so you can work.'
a/n: here's a link to the tiktok trend this is based on, the audio is basically a voice saying 'just a reminder that it's okay if relationships end... not ours though.' hope you enjoy !!
please reblog ! it helps a lot :)
aether.
AETHER is sitting on the sofa, relaxing and watching netflix when you plop down beside him and whip out your phone. "just a reminder that it's okay if relationships end," the sound plays and aether literally drops the tv remote onto the floor with his eyes widening so much you think they're about to pop out. "noooo, it's not!" your boyfriend looks so distressed you actually feel bad, and you swear it looks like his hair is standing up from the shock. just then, the audio continues, "not ours though." the relief on his expression is so adorable that you cup his face and give him a HUGE kiss to make up for teasing him, while he just sighs, "you nearly gave me a heart attack!" "i'm sorry, i love you," you kiss him again, and he can't help but forgive you. (the two of you end up cuddling and watching your favourite show together after that.)
albedo.
ALBEDO is doodling in his sketchbook while mentally planning out his next experiment when you spring this prank on him. "just a reminder that it's okay if relationships end." upon hearing the noise, albedo turns around and spots you, he's not entirely sure what's going on but he nods, "yeah, i get that. they're quite difficult to maintain." "wait, what?" you ask, turning off the audio, and albedo has the audacity to query, "what do you mean what?" "'BEDO IT WAS A JOKE." "oh." albedo ends up hugging you and promising that he loves you, the roles completely reversed from what you had originally thought would happen - oh, how the tables turn.
childe.
CHILDE is training outside your shared house, violently attacking the wooden training dummies and smashing them to smithereens while complaining about how they don't put up enough of a fight. just then, he sees you standing in the doorway and grinning playfully at him, so he beams back and starts strolling towards you, which is when the audio plays "just a reminder that it's okay if relationships end." childe's face falls, and he starts full on sprinting towards you before scooping you up in a hug and shaking his head, "no no no, it's not!" then the second part plays, "not ours though," and childe says with a smile, "absolutely right." realising how sweaty he is, you scold, "ew, gross! get off me and go take a shower." "not a chance, this is my revenge!" childe pulls you even closer and starts nuzzling your neck, causing you to laugh, but you don't bother attempting to break free from his loving embrace, instead opting to plant a kiss on his cheek, "i love you!"
dainsleif.
DAINSLEIF is sharpening his weapon and yours when you prance up to him. the poor man doesn't even get a chance to compose himself from your sudden appearance when he hears, "just a reminder that it's okay if relationships end." dainsleif looks up at you and tilts his head, midnight eyes glimmering with confusion, "is it...?" he just genuinely doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, so even if he'd prefer that you two don't break up, he would hate to make you feel trapped in your relationship even more. he's about to open his mouth to say this when the audio continues, "not ours though." a small reassured smile paints itself onto his face, but just to be safe, he murmurs, "y/n, i love you," to which you happily reply the same, alleviating all his worry.
diluc.
DILUC is sitting at his desk, sorting out some paperwork when you saunter in. he can already tell you're up to some mischief by the characteristic smile on your face, and this feeling is only amplified when you seat yourself onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. "just a reminder that it's okay if relationships end," sounds from your pocket, and diluc nearly floats to celestia right there and then. he has no clue what to say, but somehow his mouth manages to form a single decisive word, "no." "not ours though." you burst into a fit of giggles at his surprised expression, "lulu, i totally got you!" flustered from both the affectionate nickname and embarrassed that he fell for yet another one of your pranks, diluc buries his head in your shoulder, "unfortunately, you did." your hands thread through his fiery hair, "don't worry, i most definitely still love you!" his reply is muffled, "i love you too."
kaeya.
KAEYA is lying on your bed, absently scrolling through his phone, one hand around your waist. deciding this is the perfect time to tease him, you click play on the audio, "just a reminder that it's okay if relationships end." however, contrary to your expectations, kaeya just nods solemnly, his expression looking like the epitome of the word sombre, "i truly agree, sometimes people just aren't made for each other." he raises his eyebrows at you while speaking and you switch off your phone before swatting his chest, "hey!" your boyfriend starts laughing before giving you a smug grin, "i already saw that trend on my for you page earlier today." "ugh, you're so annoying," you roll your eyes jokingly, prompting kaeya to blow you a kiss, "love you too, babe."
kazuha.
KAZUHA is resting on the grass, gazing up the baby blue late afternoon sky and composing a haiku about nature's beauty, when you resolve to finally get one up over him. every single time you try and pull a prank on him kazuha somehow figures it out and outsmarts you - but you aren't going to lose hope, this time you'll get him for sure! or at least that's what you tell yourself as the audio filters out through your phone's speakers, "just a reminder that it's okay if relationships end." kazuha doesn't say anything, and even after the second part continues, "not ours though," he still stays silent! "zuzu...?" you peep at his face to see if he's fallen asleep from the comfy feeling of the warm sun bathing him in light, but he's wide awake, and when he catches you staring he smiles, "did you say something, my love? sorry i didn't catch it, i was finishing up my haiku." his eyes are filled with mirth, so much so that you KNOW he definitely heard it, causing you to pout and turn away, "kazuha!" "haha, i'm kidding. c'mere, angel," he pulls you into a hug and presses a kiss onto the top of your head, "i love you."
scaramouche.
SCARAMOUCHE is doing whatever it is harbingers do in their spare time, while you're messing around on your phone. concluding that there's no better time than the present to tease your aggressive boyfriend, you play the tiktok sound, "just a reminder that it's okay if relationships end." scaramouche literally stomps across the room like an angry toddler and folds his arms across his chest, "no way, it's not okay at all. who told you we could break up?!" "not ours though," the second half plays, and the harbinger could punch himself in the face for being dumb enough to fall for what was obviously just another one of your pranks. he's so tempted to launch into a rant about how he's had it UP TILL HERE with your idiotic pranks, but then he sees how smiley you are after managing to prank him, and his anger just evaporates. pulling you into a hug, scaramouche mutters, "i love you, even if you are a dumbass half of the time." "so you think i'm a genius the other half?" "no!"
thoma.
THOMA has just finished helping someone with their problem, and when he comes jogging back to you, you decide to mess with him a bit. "hey, y/n!" he beams, only to be interrupted by the sound, "just a reminder that it's okay if relationships end." his expression switches from a happy beam to a worried frown at the speed of light, "ahhh i'm sorry! did i do something wrong? i'll fix it, i promise!" "not ours though." you launch yourself at him in a hug, giggling all the while, "no you didn't, thoma. i love you!" "phew!" thoma exhales a relieved sigh, "you had me worried there for a sec." he raises your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles, "now let me treat you to dinner, because this relationship isn't ending anytime soon."
venti.
VENTI is humming and gliding circles around you, quite literally, as he keeps summoning wind currents so he gets to glide along while you explore. while he's not looking, you whip out your phone and play the sound, "just a reminder that it's okay if relationships end." venti's so shocked he forgets to summon the next wind current and falls out of the air, "what- ah!" luckily, you manage to catch him in your arms before he hits the ground, and at that exact moment the second half plays, "not ours though." venti smiles and peppers your face with kisses, "now you've got to cuddle me and give me loads of kisses to make up for breaking my heart." "you don't look that heartbroken..." he gasps, "how dare you? i fell from the sky for you!" "alright, alright," you pull him into a hug, "i love you."
bonus: venti is definitely the type of person who will NEVER let this go, as in whenever you do something like decline his request for cuddles because you have to go to work he just shakes his head with fake sadness and goes, "it's okay if relationships end 😔." PLS
xiao.
XIAO is leaning against the balcony of wangshu inn, staring at the galaxy of stars above him. the warm feeling of your presence besides him just adds onto the comforting atmosphere. everything is at peace, at least until you decide that you're going to shatter it. but before you can even take out your phone, xiao says, "no." "i haven't even done anything yet!" "i already know you're going to do something stupid, you have that same grin you always do before you wreak chaos," xiao replies, the tiniest hint of a smile dancing about his lips. "and how would you know?" you place your hands on your hips and do your best to seem terrifyingly intimidating. swallowing his nervousness, xiao darts his gaze towards you, "perhaps i just like admiring your face that much." "aww, xiao!"
bonus: if you actually manage to catch him unawares and play the audio, he just teleports away to the roof and will pout there for the whole day if you don't come up to apologise. when you do though, he just mumbles something about how "you have no respect for the adepti," before hugging you super tightly just to confirm that you aren't leaving him.
zhongli.
ZHONGLI is drinking tea with you, enjoying both your company and the warmth of the evening sun as it starts to dip below the horizon. "beloved, is something wrong?" he asks, noticing how you've been fidgeting for quite some time now. "nothing," you say quickly, but then your hand slips and accidentally presses the play button on the tiktok trend which you had been debating on trying with your doting boyfriend. "just a reminder that it's okay if relationships end." zhongli blinks a few times, a bewildered expression making it's way across his face as you frantically wonder if the gap between the two sentences had always been this long. "are you suggesting we end our relationship...?" "no!" "not ours though." the second half finally plays after what feels like eons, and your boyfriend exhales, "thank goodness. i was hoping it was a joke." smiling at you, zhongli says, "i do hope our relationship stays firm forever." "me too."
quill speaks !
HIII !! I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS :D
idk i saw a vid with this trend on my fyp and i thought it would be cute to see the genshin boys' reaction to it :D first time writing for thoma too !!!!!
also sorry for kinda cheating on xiao's LMAOOO
and im going to be So Mad if this doesn't show up in tags 😐😐😐 me and tumblr are going to have to fight if that happens, so pls pls pls reblog 😭
- genshin boys and the moment they realize they've fallen in love with you.
ೃ ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, xiao, and albedo x gn! reader
ೃ tags and warnings: fluff. love at first sight, mutual pining, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, they all question the idea of love and what it means to be in love. it’s just very sweet and cute scenarios
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ೃ this is probably my most favorite batch of hcs i’ve written for genshin ever. i hope you feel the same giddy emotions i felt whilst writing this!
XIAO:
All his life, the Yaksha was taught to be distant and wary of others. He learned to care and show concern only from afar. He has saved countless human beings and yet had to stand by his duty to not feel any emotion around them. After all, the karma he weighed in his bare hands is still deluged with past sins and mistakes he could never amend. Along with that, forming relationships is not an important duty to the Liyue Adepti. It isn’t a part of their fealty. It is not a part of their contract. There was no need for such trivial things like love and friendship. There was no time to.
But for some reason, the stars in Celestia aligned, and as soon as Xiao saw you walking into Wangshu Inn, with courage and love brimming in your forlorn eyes, ready to embark on another adventure; Somehow and someway, Xiao found himself lost in a moment of abstraction. of confusion. Your eyes sparkled in flashes of color, your smile was a mosaic of light and shadow, and your presence was beaming so effervescently.
It was what he wanted for the longest time. It’s what he had been missing all his life- To stretch out his hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin. He found someone he wanted to protect for all eternity. To care for the rest of his days and of his karmic debt. He finally found someone who could provide him the comfort he always needed. However, he couldn’t quite point what this feeling exactly is. What it’s supposed to be. What he’s supposed to feel. What he didn’t know was that he had just felt love. love at first sight. Once again, the stars shall align for him to finally realize what this feeling is… and if you will feel the same.
Hi darling! May I request TDD with a fem!S/O who is a SIMP for 2D boys. Like yelling when her husbando smile and crying when reading angst fanfic. Love you
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Pairing: Ichiro Yamada x reader; Samatoki Aohitsugi x reader; Ramuda Amemura x reader; Jakurai Jinguji x reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
A/N: This was hilarious and yet I totally understand. I can’t even imagine having an s/o that would have to compete with my anime crushes...unless my s/o was any of TDD members haha hope you enjoy~
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Ichiro Yamada
Ichiro understands and he hates that he understands
as someone that watches his fair share of anime, Ichiro is also down bad for many characters and his simp list is quite large
I absolutely headcanon Ichiro as someone who secretly reads fanfiction so that’s something the two of you can share together
with all that being said, Ichiro still gets pouty whenever you simp for your 2D crushes more than him
he’s always watching anime with you, so whenever you’re simping for your favorite character, he can see you get excited
as you cheer them on in their fights or laugh at their stupid jokes
Ichiro will actually find himself becoming jealous of a fictional character because you’re spending more time thinking of them than you are of him
at first, he doesn’t really mind because he understands that it’s fun to simp for people, but when you start talking about how cool they are and how much you love them
Ichiro is going to cross his arms and purse his lips
“They’re not that great...isn’t the other character better than them?”
absolutely going to take every opportunity to point out flaws and bad things about your simps
Ichiro doesn’t even try to hide his jealousy and honestly it’s kind of cute that he thinks your 2D crush is his competition
one day when he comes home to see you crying on the couch he’s immediately asking you if you’re okay
and when you tell him you’re just reading a really sad fanfic of your anime husband, he just blankly stares at you
and then tries to flop down on top of you and push your phone away so that you’ll pay more attention to him
I can actually imagine Ichiro asking you point blank who you love more, him or your anime crushes
and you just have to laugh and throw your arms around him because obviously you love Ichiro the most
and that’s when he’s going to grin and hold his head up high
because even though it was literally a competition between him and a fictional character
he still holds some sense of pride that you would choose him
when you ask him the same about his anime crushes, now he’s the one that’s stuttering for an answer
while he sheepishly smiles and refuses to let go of his body pillow with his favorite anime character on it
Samatoki Aohitsugi
Samatoki simply doesn’t understand your obsession with 2D simps
he doesn't really watch anime and he’s never had a crush on any fictional characters so it doesn’t click with him
although he’s definitely seen Ichiro’s obsession so he’s witnessed it first-hand before
when he sees you getting excited over your simp whenever they’re on screen, he just rolls his eyes and shrugs
a part of him thinks it’s cute that you can get so riled up about something you really enjoy
but another part of him thinks it’s annoying that you like a character so much you actually have a crush on them
he’s your boyfriend after all, so shouldn’t he be the only person you have a crush on?
“Y/N, please stop cheering, they didn’t even win the fight yet”
“But they just got their power up! They’re definitely gonna win now!”
when he finds you crying over an angsty fanfiction, Samatoki literally thinks someone hurt you and he’s about to go crazy
but when you tell him it’s just your crush, he deadpans, slowly gets up, and just walks away from you
Samatoki is a weird combination of raging and jealous whenever you rant about how much you love your 2D crush
he’s fine with sitting down and watching anime with you from time to time, and he doesn’t care if you play otome games or read fanfic
but whenever you tell him about how cool your crush is and how great he does certain things, Samatoki won’t have any of it
he’s absolutely going to argue about you, playing devil’s advocate at every point and refuse to admit that your crush is cool in any way
if you have a plushie of your crush, it’s absolutely gone missing from time to time
because Samatoki likes to stare it down and then yeet it across the room whenever he’s in a bad mood
at some point, you have to sit him down and remind him that even though you love your fictional crush, you love Samatoki more
and that gives him some sense of relief, even though he’ll never come around to liking your 2D crush
at least he can rest easy knowing that he’s won and that you’ll always choose him in the end
which is something he’s absolutely told the plush toy while maniacally laughing and stomping on it
Ramuda Amemura
Ramuda thinks it’s amazing that you love a fictional character
whenever your crush is on the screen, Ramuda watches you as you cheer and scream and he plays along
he’s actually quite happy to just play pretend along with you
it’s not like you’re actually in love with the character - it’s just a 2D fictional person you simp for
so he doesn’t mind whenever you gush over them and claim to love them
but when he slowly begins to realize that you actually are obsessed with this fictional character, his attitude begins to change
he definitely becomes more grouchy, pouting about how that character isn’t even real
and that if anything, he is an anime MC because he has bright hair and clothes and an adorable personality
there have been multiple times where Ramuda has almost turned into dark!Ramuda just because of how much you went on and on about loving your 2D ‘husband’
because Ramuda is your boyfriend and he’s the only one entitled to the term ‘husband’ either now or in the future
he slowly begins to hate the characters you love, but he won’t tell you that to your face
he’ll only keep up an exterior of cute, whining and telling you to give him love and hugs rather than fawning over your crushes
but on the inside, Ramuda is burning with hatred
definitely has a ‘burn book’ of pictures with your anime crushes inside of them cut up with their eyes x’d out
and he secretly vows to destroy all of them and for some reason I can almost imagine him getting your favorite show cancelled just to stop production of your anime husband
yea, he’s definitely gonna go a little yandere but you won’t notice because it’s all gonna be under the table
he doesn’t hesitate to try and distract you any time you’re watching the anime with your crush
and if you ever cry while reading fanfiction, Ramuda might just throw your phone accross the room and hug you
saying that he hates your fictional crush for making you cry
so when Ramuda asks if you would ever want to date your 2D crush more than him and you say ‘of course not’, he’s thrilled
and he definitely looks down on the character from that moment on because you just proved that Ramuda is the superior crush
Jakurai Jinguji
Jakurai is simultaneously confused and also fascinated with your obsession for your 2D crush
he doesn’t watch anime or anything so he doesn’t have a fictional crush, but when he sees you yelling and screaming over your favorite character when all they did was smile, it’s clear that they mean something to you
which Jakurai doesn’t really mind
he thinks it’s cute that you have another crush, and I can imagine him saying that as long as it doesn’t affect your relationship, he’s fine with it
Jakurai’s always interested in the way that you talk about your crush like they’re a real person
and he’ll definitely ask you questions like, do you have a crush on the voice actor too? what about characters that have the same features as your fictional crush?
he really just wants to get into your mind and understand how it’s possible that you could be so obsessed with something that’s not real
he doesn’t really get jealous of your fave because he knows that you can differentiate between reality and fantasy
at least he thought you could
when he sees you crying in bed one day, he goes to pull you in his arms, but when you tell him that you’re reading a really sad fanfiction and your favorite character just got injured, he’s a little confused
it’s just a fictional character so why can’t you just...make him uninjured?
he’ll definitely be a little wary of you spending all your time fawning over the character, but he’s not going to say anything to you
it’s your life and he knows he can’t tell you how to live it
he’s definitely going to draw the line at sleeping with a body pillow on the bed because if anyone gets a cuddle, it’s him, not your 2D crush
if you talk about your fictional crush more than you spend time with him, this is when I think he would start to get worried
he might actually bring up that he’s concerned of your addiction, and you just look up at him with confusion
meanwhile there are posters, body pillows, plushies, fanart, manga, and a million different figures of your 2D crush
when you finally laugh and tell him that this is all just for fun and that you aren’t actually obsessed with your crush, because you know that Jakurai is the only one for you
that’s when Jakurai will relax a little more and try to remind himself that you have it under control
even though he’s definitely still concerned whenever you scream when your 2D crush smiles
You and Mikey went to the same elementary school but neither of you knew of each other's existence. Even when you were both in the same class.
It wasn't until one day one of the boys of the classroom tried to bully you.
"Hey, give it back!"
You shout trying your hardest to reach for your pencil case. While the taller boy stood in front of you laughing as kept the pencil case from you. "If you beg for it I'll give back." He laughs but none of your classmates step in to help you. They were just standing around you staring. Mikey watches from the back of the crowd, casually standing while observing the scene. After standing for a while, he's had enough of what was happening but before he could make his way through the crowd.
You pull back your first and with a yell you punch him straight in the face with all the strength you had. The boy takes a direct hit from you as he starts to wobble backwards, dropping your pencil case. As the boy raises his head, you could see his nose was bleeding and he was on the verge of tears.
"You're crazy!" He yells as he sprints out of the classroom. The rest remain silent as all eyes were on you, ignoring them you casually picked up your fallen pencil case and returned to your desk. Some students flinching away as you near them. Mikey was impressed to say the least, he heard what he supposed is your name as your classmates whisper amongst themselves.
"(L/N) (Y/N), huh..."
Ever since that day, Mikey couldn't help but be interested in you. You took on a boy much bigger than you and made him cry with one hit. During class his eyes often wanders towards you, observing your actions.
The other boys in your class grew afraid of you and ever since that day no one dared to mess with you. A couple of girls in your class were amazed with what you did and praised you for it.
Mikey then noticed another thing about you, how you didn't have any friends.
One day as you were keeping your things to go home. A shadow looms over you, you look up to see a blonde haired boy with a lollipop in his mouth casually staring at you. Your face twists in confusion as you and the boy stare at each other.
"Uhー"
"Next time when you punch someone make sure you close your fist like this."
Mikey raises his hand and demonstrates it for you. You blink in confusion a couple times before mirroring his action. "Yeah, like that" he says as he continues to stare at you.
"Umm, who are you?" You finally ask as you kept your things in your bag. "The name's Mikey." He casually answers his hands in his pockets.
"Well, I'mー"
"I know who you are."
"Uh, okay..." You reply a little bit weirded out by the boy standing in front of you, his eyes were dark like the void. You couldn't tell what he was thinking.
"Let's be friends (Y/N)-cchi." He stated with a small smile on his face. There was a moment of silence, as you tried to register his words. Gripping the strap of your bagpack, you answered.
"No."
Mikey was taken back by your answer as his eyes widen a little. As you excused yourself and left the classroom without any other words. Mikey's eyes trailed your figure until he couldn't see you anymore.
He let's out a small laugh as a grin appears on his face. If that's how you wanted to be then so be it. Mikey was not backing down from a challenge.
That was the beginning of your strange friendship later turned relationship with Mikey.
So here it is , the future members of the Bonten group in their 10 years younger version? 🙈🙈
Okay , I am excited ~
I could simply recognize some of them , yet who's the one with Tattoo in his head and the long hair? Suppose they are the member of current timeline (2008) Tenjiku Member? 🤫🤔
And finally Hanma in the left corner right? I AM NOT WRONG RIGHT? 🥸🥸 THAT COSTUME ~
Whatever the storyline and the character's going to be , I just wish for My mikey to be safe and sound .. and please author let him be happy please 🥲🥲
