welcome to my blog! or, welcome back if you’ve been here before. requests are currently open, and i write for blue lock, tokyo revengers, my hero academia, and genshin impact! more soon…(maybe).
i go by saffy, and i am 18 years old. this is NOT, however an 18+ blog! i only write sfw, at most suggestive content (necessary warnings included in posts)
feel free to dm/send asks just to chat! i’m on the hunt for mutuals :)
hiii this is not a rq but just wanted to say ur writing is so good !! i just binged ur master list for tokyo revengers and its just soooo amazing !! ur so talented 💗 (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ
hello, thank you! i’m only seeing this now, i’ve been on hiatus for so long! much appreciated ^^
EYYY!! I recently found you in this app and I just gonna say your content is pretty great! Is it okay if I put on a request? Like what would the blue lock characters call their S/o? ;) any characters is fine to me but I hope Nagi and Kurona will be included hehe- Good work btw!
❥ notes: hi!! i really loved writing this request, so thanks for sending it in! i thought really hard about what kurona would call his s/o (literally took days), and fell in love w/ his character in the process :)
❥ warning(s): hmm…kurona might be ooc IDK but i like this kurona!
you are nagi’s little angel. he low-key started calling you that as a joke (he used to find couple nicknames a little cringe), but eventually, he grows to love your reactions to the name. you smile at him, a lot, and it gets him out of trouble 90% of the time. “come back to bed, angel… ‘m asking nicely, aren’t i?”
kaiser switches it up like no man’s business. he’d been calling you by different pet names since before you got together so, you’re pretty used to it. i’d say he rotates between babe/baby, love and princess. honey bunches and names of a similar strange nature are saved for when he feels like teasing you. mein kaiserin (my empress in his native tongue) is only used on special, romantic occasions. like, when he tells you he loves you for the first time. or when he’s trying to get his family to understand just how serious he is about you. <3
bachira switches between love and sugar. sugar-plum when he wants to embarrass you. bachira is definitely one to tell you that he loves you quite a lot, he just doesn’t want you to forget, i suppose! giving you ‘love’ as a nickname is a way of reminding you of the fact rather than declaring how he feels 24/7. sugar is just another name he likes. it sounds good coming from him, and you usually get a kiss after he uses it, which is of course a bonus. “eh? you’re asking me how i think you look today? you look perfect, sugar! always do.”
chigiri refers to you as his darling. the nickname is beautiful, and elegant, just like he is. it’s easy to get flustered, having him call you that. chigiri likes the fact that he’s able to bring about such an adorable reaction.
kunigami doesn’t call you by this nickname often. actually, he uses your first name most of the time, mostly out of habit (i’m thinking friends-since-forever turned lovers), partly because he feels a little embarrassed giving you a nickname and using it in front of others. BUT ANYWAY, kunigami refers to you as pretty. he’d first called you it by accident, but since you seemed elated by it, decided he’d continue to use it on occasion. “tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, pretty.”
SHIDOU CALLS YOU SWEET GIRL. (🫠🫶) + similar variations like, sweetie or sweetheart, or sweet cheeks. snookums is reserved for when he’s about to tell you he’s done something that will probably annoy you. reason for the nickname? well, you’re sweet! you’ve got a good heart, and won’t swing for people if they say/do anything you don’t like. “are you gonna kiss me goodbye, sweet cheeks? or am i gonna have to chase ya?”
kurona primarily calls you pudding. his reason for it? “i like pudding, and i like you.” i feel like he’s kind of a private person, and only opens up when he feels totally comfortable with someone so, it’s only used when it’s just the two of you around. HOWEVER. private as he is, i think kurona’s got this other side to him. he likes to tease you, just a little. say for example, you’re giving him the silent treatment. he’ll still try and talk to you, but will eventually get tired of not getting any attention. and then, “hey, y/n? can you pass me some napkins?” “…” “…ah, right. you love being called pookie bear, don’t you. POOKIE BEAR, WILL YOU PASS ME SOME NAPKINS?” he’ll pull this kind of stunt in front of your mutual friends when you’re having breakfast together (or something of a similar scenario!). it’s embarrassing, but it gets you to talk at least. he likes having you address him, even if it’s to tell him to, “stop embarrassing me, idiot!”
hiori calls you pumpkin. a little on the cheesy side, but i think it suits him! he isn't embarrassed about referring to you by the name in public either. it shows anyone who might be questioning your relationship that you're definitely together. if it embarrasses you, he'll do his best to tone it down. no promises that he'll never say it though, hiori simply can't help it!
reo rotates between a lot of sweet sounding nicknames. precious, my love, honey. i don't think he does this on purpose, but reo loves using 'my' before a lot of nicknames too. it's just an unconscious reminder that you're all his, and honestly, he's all yours. reo would be all in for any relationship he pursues, and nicknames come with the territory. bonus: he'd be absolutely over the moon if you gave him a cute nickname too. sure, he'd be a little embarrassed if his friends teased him about it, but his heart would swell with pride. being known as the 'sickening, lovey-dovey' couple isn't a bad thing, you know!! "My love, remind me what you wanted me to get you at the store later?"
EYYY!! I recently found you in this app and I just gonna say your content is pretty great! Is it okay if I put on a request? Like what would the blue lock characters call their S/o? ;) any characters is fine to me but I hope Nagi and Kurona will be included hehe- Good work btw!
❥ notes: hi!! i really loved writing this request, so thanks for sending it in! i thought really hard about what kurona would call his s/o (literally took days), and fell in love w/ his character in the process :)
❥ warning(s): hmm…kurona might be ooc IDK but i like this kurona!
you are nagi’s little angel. he low-key started calling you that as a joke (he used to find couple nicknames a little cringe), but eventually, he grows to love your reactions to the name. you smile at him, a lot, and it gets him out of trouble 90% of the time. “come back to bed, angel… ‘m asking nicely, aren’t i?”
kaiser switches it up like no man’s business. he’d been calling you by different pet names since before you got together so, you’re pretty used to it. i’d say he rotates between babe/baby, love and princess. honey bunches and names of a similar strange nature are saved for when he feels like teasing you. mein kaiserin (my empress in his native tongue) is only used on special, romantic occasions. like, when he tells you he loves you for the first time. or when he’s trying to get his family to understand just how serious he is about you. <3
bachira switches between love and sugar. sugar-plum when he wants to embarrass you. bachira is definitely one to tell you that he loves you quite a lot, he just doesn’t want you to forget, i suppose! giving you ‘love’ as a nickname is a way of reminding you of the fact rather than declaring how he feels 24/7. sugar is just another name he likes. it sounds good coming from him, and you usually get a kiss after he uses it, which is of course a bonus. “eh? you’re asking me how i think you look today? you look perfect, sugar! always do.”
chigiri refers to you as his darling. the nickname is beautiful, and elegant, just like he is. it’s easy to get flustered, having him call you that. chigiri likes the fact that he’s able to bring about such an adorable reaction.
kunigami doesn’t call you by this nickname often. actually, he uses your first name most of the time, mostly out of habit (i’m thinking friends-since-forever turned lovers), partly because he feels a little embarrassed giving you a nickname and using it in front of others. BUT ANYWAY, kunigami refers to you as pretty. he’d first called you it by accident, but since you seemed elated by it, decided he’d continue to use it on occasion. “tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, pretty.”
SHIDOU CALLS YOU SWEET GIRL. (🫠🫶) + similar variations like, sweetie or sweetheart, or sweet cheeks. snookums is reserved for when he’s about to tell you he’s done something that will probably annoy you. reason for the nickname? well, you’re sweet! you’ve got a good heart, and won’t swing for people if they say/do anything you don’t like. “are you gonna kiss me goodbye, sweet cheeks? or am i gonna have to chase ya?”
kurona primarily calls you pudding. his reason for it? “i like pudding, and i like you.” i feel like he’s kind of a private person, and only opens up when he feels totally comfortable with someone so, it’s only used when it’s just the two of you around. HOWEVER. private as he is, i think kurona’s got this other side to him. he likes to tease you, just a little. say for example, you’re giving him the silent treatment. he’ll still try and talk to you, but will eventually get tired of not getting any attention. and then, “hey, y/n? can you pass me some napkins?” “…” “…ah, right. you love being called pookie bear, don’t you. POOKIE BEAR, WILL YOU PASS ME SOME NAPKINS?” he’ll pull this kind of stunt in front of your mutual friends when you’re having breakfast together (or something of a similar scenario!). it’s embarrassing, but it gets you to talk at least. he likes having you address him, even if it’s to tell him to, “stop embarrassing me, idiot!”
hiori calls you pumpkin. a little on the cheesy side, but i think it suits him! he isn't embarrassed about referring to you by the name in public either. it shows anyone who might be questioning your relationship that you're definitely together. if it embarrasses you, he'll do his best to tone it down. no promises that he'll never say it though, hiori simply can't help it!
reo rotates between a lot of sweet sounding nicknames. precious, my love, honey. i don't think he does this on purpose, but reo loves using 'my' before a lot of nicknames too. it's just an unconscious reminder that you're all his, and honestly, he's all yours. reo would be all in for any relationship he pursues, and nicknames come with the territory. bonus: he'd be absolutely over the moon if you gave him a cute nickname too. sure, he'd be a little embarrassed if his friends teased him about it, but his heart would swell with pride. being known as the 'sickening, lovey-dovey' couple isn't a bad thing, you know!! "My love, remind me what you wanted me to get you at the store later?"
HI HI i love your writing smsmsmsm mwah ⁽˙³˙⁾ can i request blue lock characters (kaiser and literally any other characters of your choise) with a s/o who drools in their sleep? (๑ᵕ⌓ᵕ̤) if you're not comfortable or don't want to write this, it's okayyy <3
❥ notes: HI @heart-an0n, i’m happy you’ve been enjoying my works so far! i hope this is similar to what you had in mind :)
i. thinks it’s adorable, has pictures of you in his camera roll:
kaiser, isagi, chigiri, kunigami, bachira, chris
ii. teases you endlessly about it (affectionate)
kaiser, oliver, gagamaru, otoya
iii. thinks it’s a teeny tiny bit weird but rolls with it anyway
rin, barou
iv. teases you about drooling in your sleep, but he also drools in his sleep
gagamaru
♡︎ ♡︎ ♥︎ ♡︎
bonus! mini headcanons:
— kaiser
he finds this amusing, and for good reason.
during the day, you’re this (sometimes frustratingly) smart, cool, witty it-girl who everybody adores. so the last thing anybody, including him, would expect was for you to drool in your sleep.
it’s adorable. when you’re asleep, it’s like you’re a completely different person. a little kid who clearly loves their sleeping time! he’s got pictures of your sleepy drooly face on his phone, saved in a folder on his camera roll. 100% threatens to show them to the guys whenever you do something to him, but he’s joking!
why should anyone else other than he get to see such a wonderful sight?
— isagi
isagi finds it adorable. he finds out about it the first time you guys have a sleepover. if you’re embarrassed about him finding out, he’ll find you even cuter!
he’s also got photos of you in his camera roll, but unlike kaiser he’s happy to show it to his close friends.
“isn’t y/n just the cutest?”
— gagamaru
if you guys are having like a non-serious argument, he’ll go,
“well, i’m not the one who drools in their sleep.”
he does it every time! he’ll pinch your cheek if you start pouting about it too.
it’s usually you who falls asleep first (gagamaru purposefully stays awake until you sleep, it’s just his thing). but one time he knocks out early because he was so exhausted by the events of the day. he doesn’t start drooling immediately, but when he does, you make sure to get photographic evidence.
“well, i’m not the one who drools in their sleep.”
“we both do it, stupid!”
— bachira
he loves the fact that you drool. but hear him out first before calling him weird! (🥹)
bachira is a drooler himself, and is a firm believer that those who drool in their sleep do it because they’re so relaxed and are therefore going to wake up feeling more well rested. so, he loves that you drool because it means you’re sleeping well. that’s reason number one.
reason two: it’s yet another thing you have in common! bachira loves finding things that you have in common with each other, it makes him feel closer to you. he takes pride in liking what you like, and knowing that you like what he likes. it’s honestly just another thing on bachira’s long list of things that he loves about you!
HI HI i love your writing smsmsmsm mwah ⁽˙³˙⁾ can i request blue lock characters (kaiser and literally any other characters of your choise) with a s/o who drools in their sleep? (๑ᵕ⌓ᵕ̤) if you're not comfortable or don't want to write this, it's okayyy <3
❥ notes: HI @heart-an0n, i’m happy you’ve been enjoying my works so far! i hope this is similar to what you had in mind :)
i. thinks it’s adorable, has pictures of you in his camera roll:
kaiser, isagi, chigiri, kunigami, bachira, chris
ii. teases you endlessly about it (affectionate)
kaiser, oliver, gagamaru, otoya
iii. thinks it’s a teeny tiny bit weird but rolls with it anyway
rin, barou
iv. teases you about drooling in your sleep, but he also drools in his sleep
gagamaru
♡︎ ♡︎ ♥︎ ♡︎
bonus! mini headcanons:
— kaiser
he finds this amusing, and for good reason.
during the day, you’re this (sometimes frustratingly) smart, cool, witty it-girl who everybody adores. so the last thing anybody, including him, would expect was for you to drool in your sleep.
it’s adorable. when you’re asleep, it’s like you’re a completely different person. a little kid who clearly loves their sleeping time! he’s got pictures of your sleepy drooly face on his phone, saved in a folder on his camera roll. 100% threatens to show them to the guys whenever you do something to him, but he’s joking!
why should anyone else other than he get to see such a wonderful sight?
— isagi
isagi finds it adorable. he finds out about it the first time you guys have a sleepover. if you’re embarrassed about him finding out, he’ll find you even cuter!
he’s also got photos of you in his camera roll, but unlike kaiser he’s happy to show it to his close friends.
“isn’t y/n just the cutest?”
— gagamaru
if you guys are having like a non-serious argument, he’ll go,
“well, i’m not the one who drools in their sleep.”
he does it every time! he’ll pinch your cheek if you start pouting about it too.
it’s usually you who falls asleep first (gagamaru purposefully stays awake until you sleep, it’s just his thing). but one time he knocks out early because he was so exhausted by the events of the day. he doesn’t start drooling immediately, but when he does, you make sure to get photographic evidence.
“well, i’m not the one who drools in their sleep.”
“we both do it, stupid!”
— bachira
he loves the fact that you drool. but hear him out first before calling him weird! (🥹)
bachira is a drooler himself, and is a firm believer that those who drool in their sleep do it because they’re so relaxed and are therefore going to wake up feeling more well rested. so, he loves that you drool because it means you’re sleeping well. that’s reason number one.
reason two: it’s yet another thing you have in common! bachira loves finding things that you have in common with each other, it makes him feel closer to you. he takes pride in liking what you like, and knowing that you like what he likes. it’s honestly just another thing on bachira’s long list of things that he loves about you!
❥ notes: feeling kinda sleepy right now, but wanted to post this before bed :)
“shut up.”
“you shut up.”
kissing in the middle of an argument with itoshi rin. they’re heavy, passionate, and full of intensity. ever heard the saying, the closer you are, the more you fight? you fight because you love each other, and you exchange kisses because you love each other too.
“i love you.”
“yeah, i know.”
kissing after you admit you love him. an ‘i love you too’ would have been nice, but the sweet kiss itoshi sae bestows upon you after you tell him gives you all the reassurance you need. he’s not quite ready to say it yet, but he loves you. for now, he hopes he can convey that through his actions, rather than words.
“you like me, don’t you?”
“uhm, no??”
“kiss me if i’ve wrong.”
michael kaiser isn’t cocky, his confidence is founded in his endless talent and potential. not to mention his good looks too, and his oh-so wonderful personality. anyway, it’s why he’s brave enough to make such an assumption of you. he’s sure you do. and if not, that’s okay. you will in time. for now, at least he gets a kiss from you! (you’re adamant on not letting him know the truth, so whether or not you do like him now, kaiser gets a kiss)
“can i kiss you?”
“yes, baby. you know that!”
it’s still early days, so kunigami rensuke insists on getting verbal consent before doing anything romantically physical. you’ve been dating for a couple of weeks now, but it hasn’t seemed to fully sink in for him just yet. he’s so cool, and caring, and kind. you can’t wait for him to just go for what he wants.
“your lips look lonely. would they like to meet mine?”
he doesn’t use a pick up line before initiating a kiss every time, but bachira meguru does it because he knows they make you laugh. kisses after he use a line are so sweet. they’re chaste, tiny little pecks. you’re both giggling in between each one. in case you’re wondering, each pick up line is indeed more silly and cheesy than the last.
goodnight.”
“mm..night. gimme a kiss so i can have sweet dreams.”
king of sleepy kisses. do you even have to ask who the title belongs to? nagi seishiro loves kisses before he drifts off to sleep, whether your lips meet his own, or his forehead, or his cheeks…he’d much prefer lip kisses though. they’re slow, and lazy, kind of low effort kisses. they certainly get your heart rate up though.
“i missed you.”
isagi yoichi coming home from blue lock for the first time is emotional. you’ve never been separated for such a long period of time, not since before you can remember. you grew up together, after all. sometimes words aren’t enough to express certain sentiments. this kiss is hungry, needy, sloppy. but it’s passionate. if you didn’t know he was in love before, you certainly know now.
❥ notes: feeling kinda sleepy right now, but wanted to post this before bed :)
“shut up.”
“you shut up.”
kissing in the middle of an argument with itoshi rin. they’re heavy, passionate, and full of intensity. ever heard the saying, the closer you are, the more you fight? you fight because you love each other, and you exchange kisses because you love each other too.
“i love you.”
“yeah, i know.”
kissing after you admit you love him. an ‘i love you too’ would have been nice, but the sweet kiss itoshi sae bestows upon you after you tell him gives you all the reassurance you need. he’s not quite ready to say it yet, but he loves you. for now, he hopes he can convey that through his actions, rather than words.
“you like me, don’t you?”
“uhm, no??”
“kiss me if i’ve wrong.”
michael kaiser isn’t cocky, his confidence is founded in his endless talent and potential. not to mention his good looks too, and his oh-so wonderful personality. anyway, it’s why he’s brave enough to make such an assumption of you. he’s sure you do. and if not, that’s okay. you will in time. for now, at least he gets a kiss from you! (you’re adamant on not letting him know the truth, so whether or not you do like him now, kaiser gets a kiss)
“can i kiss you?”
“yes, baby. you know that!”
it’s still early days, so kunigami rensuke insists on getting verbal consent before doing anything romantically physical. you’ve been dating for a couple of weeks now, but it hasn’t seemed to fully sink in for him just yet. he’s so cool, and caring, and kind. you can’t wait for him to just go for what he wants.
“your lips look lonely. would they like to meet mine?”
he doesn’t use a pick up line before initiating a kiss every time, but bachira meguru does it because he knows they make you laugh. kisses after he use a line are so sweet. they’re chaste, tiny little pecks. you’re both giggling in between each one. in case you’re wondering, each pick up line is indeed more silly and cheesy than the last.
goodnight.”
“mm..night. gimme a kiss so i can have sweet dreams.”
king of sleepy kisses. do you even have to ask who the title belongs to? nagi seishiro loves kisses before he drifts off to sleep, whether your lips meet his own, or his forehead, or his cheeks…he’d much prefer lip kisses though. they’re slow, and lazy, kind of low effort kisses. they certainly get your heart rate up though.
“i missed you.”
isagi yoichi coming home from blue lock for the first time is emotional. you’ve never been separated for such a long period of time, not since before you can remember. you grew up together, after all. sometimes words aren’t enough to express certain sentiments. this kiss is hungry, needy, sloppy. but it’s passionate. if you didn’t know he was in love before, you certainly know now.
❥ notes: feeling kinda sleepy right now, but wanted to post this before bed :)
“shut up.”
“you shut up.”
kissing in the middle of an argument with itoshi rin. they’re heavy, passionate, and full of intensity. ever heard the saying, the closer you are, the more you fight? you fight because you love each other, and you exchange kisses because you love each other too.
“i love you.”
“yeah, i know.”
kissing after you admit you love him. an ‘i love you too’ would have been nice, but the sweet kiss itoshi sae bestows upon you after you tell him gives you all the reassurance you need. he’s not quite ready to say it yet, but he loves you. for now, he hopes he can convey that through his actions, rather than words.
“you like me, don’t you?”
“uhm, no??”
“kiss me if i’ve wrong.”
michael kaiser isn’t cocky, his confidence is founded in his endless talent and potential. not to mention his good looks too, and his oh-so wonderful personality. anyway, it’s why he’s brave enough to make such an assumption of you. he’s sure you do. and if not, that’s okay. you will in time. for now, at least he gets a kiss from you! (you’re adamant on not letting him know the truth, so whether or not you do like him now, kaiser gets a kiss)
“can i kiss you?”
“yes, baby. you know that!”
it’s still early days, so kunigami rensuke insists on getting verbal consent before doing anything romantically physical. you’ve been dating for a couple of weeks now, but it hasn’t seemed to fully sink in for him just yet. he’s so cool, and caring, and kind. you can’t wait for him to just go for what he wants.
“your lips look lonely. would they like to meet mine?”
he doesn’t use a pick up line before initiating a kiss every time, but bachira meguru does it because he knows they make you laugh. kisses after he use a line are so sweet. they’re chaste, tiny little pecks. you’re both giggling in between each one. in case you’re wondering, each pick up line is indeed more silly and cheesy than the last.
goodnight.”
“mm..night. gimme a kiss so i can have sweet dreams.”
king of sleepy kisses. do you even have to ask who the title belongs to? nagi seishiro loves kisses before he drifts off to sleep, whether your lips meet his own, or his forehead, or his cheeks…he’d much prefer lip kisses though. they’re slow, and lazy, kind of low effort kisses. they certainly get your heart rate up though.
“i missed you.”
isagi yoichi coming home from blue lock for the first time is emotional. you’ve never been separated for such a long period of time, not since before you can remember. you grew up together, after all. sometimes words aren’t enough to express certain sentiments. this kiss is hungry, needy, sloppy. but it’s passionate. if you didn’t know he was in love before, you certainly know now.
[in which you miss your boyfriend terribly. and kaiser misses you more.]
❥ fandom: blue lock
❥ pairing: m. kaiser x reader
❥ warning(s): lovesick kaiser missing his girlfriend may come across as ooc?
❥ notes: first blue lock post! i love can tolerate this man, so i thought i’d write a little something for him :)
imagine a lovesick kaiser.
it’s your first serious fight, but the event is all a big jumbled up mess in his mind. all he knows for sure is that it’s been a week since you’ve started giving him the cold shoulder. seven whole days since you’d cruelly sentenced him to sleep in his own apartment instead of yours. it’s difficult for him to sleep on his own, especially after growing accustomed to sharing a bed with you.
from this experience, kaiser’s learned that if there’s anything he despises (other than those OG blue lock clowns who think they can beat him), it’s fighting with you. he’s sick of it, but doesn’t know how to reach out. rejection is a new feeling for him. how exactly do ordinary people deal with it?
no touching, no talking, no holding, no kissing. it’s worse than being benched (…not that he knows what that feels like. prodigies like kaiser can only imagine).
kaiser receives a call after being away from you for eight nights. he’d been teetering between reality and dreamland when his phone had started to ring. his eyes, heavy with sleep, don’t bother to look at who’s calling. he swipes to answer after the ringtone loops twice.
“…hello?”
“kaiser?”
you sound almost as exhausted as he feels. kaiser shuffles until he’s sitting up.
“i um…didn’t expect you to answer, actually.”
“you’re happy i did though, right?”
“yeah.”
his heart tightens with anticipation once things grow quiet on your end. he knows how you work. you think, process, and then make your move.
“come home. i miss you.”
kaiser shuffles some more. this time, he’s getting out of bed, and shrugging on a jacket over his shirt. he puts you on speaker as he puts on some shoes.
“i’m on my way.”
he wonders if he should pick a little something up for you on the way.
“don’t bring anything. i just need you.” you’re his little mind reader. kaiser chuckles.
“i’ve got it, darling. just hold on.”
you make him promise to stay on the line, as he makes the journey over (but it’s not as if he’d hang up now after finally getting to hear you address him after so long).
he can’t help himself, though, from stopping by the corner shop to purchase your favourite drink. you curse him now (“you’re taking too long!”), but he knows you’ll appreciate it a little later on in the day, once you’ve had a good night’s sleep and talked things out.
kaiser knows you.
later, when he enters your apartment through the unlocked door, it’s like an instant cure for his (love) sickness. he’s home, and he feels it with his entire being.
[in which you miss your boyfriend terribly. and kaiser misses you more.]
❥ fandom: blue lock
❥ pairing: m. kaiser x reader
❥ warning(s): lovesick kaiser missing his girlfriend may come across as ooc?
❥ notes: first blue lock post! i love can tolerate this man, so i thought i’d write a little something for him :)
imagine a lovesick kaiser.
it’s your first serious fight, but the event is all a big jumbled up mess in his mind. all he knows for sure is that it’s been a week since you’ve started giving him the cold shoulder. seven whole days since you’d cruelly sentenced him to sleep in his own apartment instead of yours. it’s difficult for him to sleep on his own, especially after growing accustomed to sharing a bed with you.
from this experience, kaiser’s learned that if there’s anything he despises (other than those OG blue lock clowns who think they can beat him), it’s fighting with you. he’s sick of it, but doesn’t know how to reach out. rejection is a new feeling for him. how exactly do ordinary people deal with it?
no touching, no talking, no holding, no kissing. it’s worse than being benched (…not that he knows what that feels like. prodigies like kaiser can only imagine).
kaiser receives a call after being away from you for eight nights. he’d been teetering between reality and dreamland when his phone had started to ring. his eyes, heavy with sleep, don’t bother to look at who’s calling. he swipes to answer after the ringtone loops twice.
“…hello?”
“kaiser?”
you sound almost as exhausted as he feels. kaiser shuffles until he’s sitting up.
“i um…didn’t expect you to answer, actually.”
“you’re happy i did though, right?”
“yeah.”
his heart tightens with anticipation once things grow quiet on your end. he knows how you work. you think, process, and then make your move.
“come home. i miss you.”
kaiser shuffles some more. this time, he’s getting out of bed, and shrugging on a jacket over his shirt. he puts you on speaker as he puts on some shoes.
“i’m on my way.”
he wonders if he should pick a little something up for you on the way.
“don’t bring anything. i just need you.” you’re his little mind reader. kaiser chuckles.
“i’ve got it, darling. just hold on.”
you make him promise to stay on the line, as he makes the journey over (but it’s not as if he’d hang up now after finally getting to hear you address him after so long).
he can’t help himself, though, from stopping by the corner shop to purchase your favourite drink. you curse him now (“you’re taking too long!”), but he knows you’ll appreciate it a little later on in the day, once you’ve had a good night’s sleep and talked things out.
kaiser knows you.
later, when he enters your apartment through the unlocked door, it’s like an instant cure for his (love) sickness. he’s home, and he feels it with his entire being.
Hello would you please write about Kazutora rejecting his girlfriend after she’s coming to see him in jail? Because he does not want her to spend 10 years waiting for him, and he just tell her that it’s the last time they saw each others😔
Tysm!
𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛;
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.
genre: hurt, little/no comfort
word count: 850+
warnings: none
author’s note: this was one of the two 2021 asks that i didn’t delete. i was half done with writing it up, and wanted to finish!
for days after that day, kazutora does nothing but stare at the walls of his cell. he eats a quarter of what he’s served, and pays no attention to the other kids in with him.
the irrational, psychotic mind he’d had for the years leading up to that day is gone, now replaced by the childlike mind with a conscious he had before he’d committed his first murder.
what the hell had he been thinking, doing for all these years?
after a week, a guard reaches out to him, for a reason he hadn’t been expecting.
“you have a visitor.” the guard tells him, as he leads him down the dreary narrow hallway, towards the visiting room. “says she’s your girlfriend. it’s pretty unbelievable you have one waiting on the outside for you.”
actually, it’s pretty unbelievable for kazutora as well. after being arrested for the second time, for making the same mistake he did a few years ago, kazutora believed that things between you and him were over.
he thought it was a pretty normal thing to assume. you’d been together since before the shinichiro incident, and even though he’d committed such a heavy crime, you still insisted on being with him. and kazutora was selfish enough to let you.
but now, after taking a second life, he’d believed there was no way he could be with you. or even that you would even want to be with him.
kazutora can hardly look at you through the glass, guilt eating him up inside.
“i’m sorry,” you tell him, looking as equally guilty as he feels. he can do little but nod his head. i think we should break up; he predicts you’ll say something along the lines of that. and he’ll understand. he starts thinking up ways to tell you that it’s okay, without seeming upset.
“it’s taken me a week to swing by! i didn’t think it would take so long to convince my parents.” kazutora barely escapes injury from the way he snaps his head up to look at you after hearing that.
what? you’re sorry for what? the adorable little smile you’ve got on your face tells him that he did in fact hear you correctly. you raise your hand, and press it against the glass. just like last time, you expect him to press his own hand against the glass, to create the effect that you’re really holding hands.
“don’t apologise for stupid things.” he murmurs, eyes shifting away from you to his own hands, which remain in fists on his lap. you awkwardly lower your hand.
“ten years is nothing. we still have our whole lives ahead of us after that!”
“…”
“yeah, i’ll start writing a list of things we should do once you get out. you start writing stuff down too, okay? i’m sure you’re allowed a pen and paper in there, right?”
you do all the talking for the both of you, concluding that your boyfriend isn’t in the mood to say much. kazutora listens, for a bit, wondering just how he’d landed such a beautiful, overly positive girlfriend like yourself.
he’s going to have to be the one to dump you.
a nasty feeling spreads through his chest at the thought. it should’ve been the other way around, but for whatever reason, you still wanted to try with him.
the more you talk, the more pressure builds for him to sever your ties. just say it, just say it, just say it, just—
“just go away!” he finally states, pieces of his already fragile heart chipping away with every word. “you’re irritating me. i don’t want to be your boyfriend anymore.” you deserve better, he thinks. but he can’t tell you that, knowing it’d only make you want to fight for him.
kazutora makes a move to leave first; he rises from his seat, chair scraping underneath him as he does. he chooses not to see your face change as you comprehend his words, knowing it’d give him cause to continue thinking about you. he didn’t have a right to, and you certainly didn’t deserve that.
the guard, who’d been sat in a chair behind him, jumps up, almost like he’d been startled by kazutora’s sudden wish to leave. he follows kazutora closely back in the direction of his cell.
despite his clear break up, you still come back to see him the next day. kazutora refuses to see you, and you go home. you come back every day without fail for two weeks after that.
on the first day of the third week after the break up, no guard comes into his cell to tell him that his ‘girlfriend’ is here to see him.
he should feel relieved; you’ve finally decided to give up. the selfish side of him feels nothing but regret, and remorse for letting you go.
“she deserves better”, he mumbles over and over, hoping to rid himself of the horrible feelings. but they still refuse to fade, no matter how hard he wills them to.
eventually, he grows accustomed to the throbbing in his chest. sometimes, he wonders if the throbbing in yours has disappeared already, and you’ve found something else — or someone else — to make you feel good again.
Hello would you please write about Kazutora rejecting his girlfriend after she’s coming to see him in jail? Because he does not want her to spend 10 years waiting for him, and he just tell her that it’s the last time they saw each others😔
Tysm!
𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛;
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.
genre: hurt, little/no comfort
word count: 850+
warnings: none
author’s note: this was one of the two 2021 asks that i didn’t delete. i was half done with writing it up, and wanted to finish!
for days after that day, kazutora does nothing but stare at the walls of his cell. he eats a quarter of what he’s served, and pays no attention to the other kids in with him.
the irrational, psychotic mind he’d had for the years leading up to that day is gone, now replaced by the childlike mind with a conscious he had before he’d committed his first murder.
what the hell had he been thinking, doing for all these years?
after a week, a guard reaches out to him, for a reason he hadn’t been expecting.
“you have a visitor.” the guard tells him, as he leads him down the dreary narrow hallway, towards the visiting room. “says she’s your girlfriend. it’s pretty unbelievable you have one waiting on the outside for you.”
actually, it’s pretty unbelievable for kazutora as well. after being arrested for the second time, for making the same mistake he did a few years ago, kazutora believed that things between you and him were over.
he thought it was a pretty normal thing to assume. you’d been together since before the shinichiro incident, and even though he’d committed such a heavy crime, you still insisted on being with him. and kazutora was selfish enough to let you.
but now, after taking a second life, he’d believed there was no way he could be with you. or even that you would even want to be with him.
kazutora can hardly look at you through the glass, guilt eating him up inside.
“i’m sorry,” you tell him, looking as equally guilty as he feels. he can do little but nod his head. i think we should break up; he predicts you’ll say something along the lines of that. and he’ll understand. he starts thinking up ways to tell you that it’s okay, without seeming upset.
“it’s taken me a week to swing by! i didn’t think it would take so long to convince my parents.” kazutora barely escapes injury from the way he snaps his head up to look at you after hearing that.
what? you’re sorry for what? the adorable little smile you’ve got on your face tells him that he did in fact hear you correctly. you raise your hand, and press it against the glass. just like last time, you expect him to press his own hand against the glass, to create the effect that you’re really holding hands.
“don’t apologise for stupid things.” he murmurs, eyes shifting away from you to his own hands, which remain in fists on his lap. you awkwardly lower your hand.
“ten years is nothing. we still have our whole lives ahead of us after that!”
“…”
“yeah, i’ll start writing a list of things we should do once you get out. you start writing stuff down too, okay? i’m sure you’re allowed a pen and paper in there, right?”
you do all the talking for the both of you, concluding that your boyfriend isn’t in the mood to say much. kazutora listens, for a bit, wondering just how he’d landed such a beautiful, overly positive girlfriend like yourself.
he’s going to have to be the one to dump you.
a nasty feeling spreads through his chest at the thought. it should’ve been the other way around, but for whatever reason, you still wanted to try with him.
the more you talk, the more pressure builds for him to sever your ties. just say it, just say it, just say it, just—
“just go away!” he finally states, pieces of his already fragile heart chipping away with every word. “you’re irritating me. i don’t want to be your boyfriend anymore.” you deserve better, he thinks. but he can’t tell you that, knowing it’d only make you want to fight for him.
kazutora makes a move to leave first; he rises from his seat, chair scraping underneath him as he does. he chooses not to see your face change as you comprehend his words, knowing it’d give him cause to continue thinking about you. he didn’t have a right to, and you certainly didn’t deserve that.
the guard, who’d been sat in a chair behind him, jumps up, almost like he’d been startled by kazutora’s sudden wish to leave. he follows kazutora closely back in the direction of his cell.
despite his clear break up, you still come back to see him the next day. kazutora refuses to see you, and you go home. you come back every day without fail for two weeks after that.
on the first day of the third week after the break up, no guard comes into his cell to tell him that his ‘girlfriend’ is here to see him.
he should feel relieved; you’ve finally decided to give up. the selfish side of him feels nothing but regret, and remorse for letting you go.
“she deserves better”, he mumbles over and over, hoping to rid himself of the horrible feelings. but they still refuse to fade, no matter how hard he wills them to.
eventually, he grows accustomed to the throbbing in his chest. sometimes, he wonders if the throbbing in yours has disappeared already, and you’ve found something else — or someone else — to make you feel good again.
wassup!!hope u r doing fine:))? could u write headcanons or whatever u find more suitable of toman guys(mikey,draken,baji, mitsuya..) where their s/o accidentally says "i hate you" in an argument xxthank you (sorry for any bad english)
𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
; with: mikey, draken, mitsuya, baji and hanma.
; warnings: VERY dramatic (i’ve never been in a relationship, but i’m sure fights don’t escalate this quickly, right?)
; author’s note: i added hanma because something came to mind for him too!
𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢
you’ve got an important exam coming up, that you really need to do well on.
you haven’t done so great on previous tests, and your parents have threatened to take you out of your extracurricular activities if you fail this time round too.
because you’re spending so much time studying, you haven’t been paying much attention to your boyfriend, mikey.
he misses being around you, so he drops by your house unannounced, in the hopes that you’ll set aside some time for him.
you greet him, and shoot him a friendly smile when he comes in, but that’s about it. mikey is disappointed, but somewhat understands.
he flops down onto your bed, and dozes off.
about an hour and a half later, mikey wakes up to the sound of a frustrated groan, as well as the clattering of a pen that has been dropped.
it’s easy for mikey to see that you’re tired, and yet, after heaving a heavy sigh, you pick up your pen, and begin working again.
“take a break,” he suggests, crawling out from under the covers. he walks over to where you’re sat (at your desk), touching your shoulder when he’s close enough. “come cuddle for a bit.”
“no, mikey.” you shrug his hand off, and continue furiously scribbling down the answers to the questions written in your textbook. “i don’t have time for that.”
“i might not be a studying expert, but i’m sure nothing is going to sink in if you’re overworking yourself.”
“listen, i just need to finish these,” you insist. “and there’s a few pages in my other text book that i need to go over—”
“that’ll take all night!”
“and so what?!” you exclaim, dropping your pen once again to throw your hands up. “dude, you have been nothing but an irritant since you got here. don’t you want me to pass?!” you stand up to face him.
mikey looks puzzled for a second, before his expression evolves into an annoyed one.
“of course i do. why would you even ask that? all i’m saying is you should take a break. you’re wasting time trying to work tired!”
“no, you just want me to cuddle.” you point an accusing finger at him. “you’re being selfish!”
in the back of his mind, mikey knows that you’re only saying these things because you’re stressed, and frustrated. but the forefront of his mind — the more dominant part — tells him to fight back.
“selfish? you think i’m being selfish? and what about you, huh? making this all about you. and so what, if i just want to cuddle, y/n?! you’re my girlfriend for crying out loud, and you haven’t been acting like it at all!”
“if i haven’t been acting like one, maybe i shouldn’t even be your girlfriend!”
“if that’s what you want!”
it’s said in the heat of the moment; a few more moments are needed for both of you to realise the weight your words carry. you break the heavy silence first, opting to deal the final, final blow first.
“okay. whatever. god, i-i hate you, mikey. just get out of my room.”
you turn away from him, not wanting him to see that you’re becoming all teary.
mikey doesn’t move for a second, contemplating how he can even fix the mess you’ve both made.
he swallows, before stepping forward, and wrapping his arms around your middle. his head comes to rest on your shoulder. it stiffens when you realise it’s slowly becoming wet.
“you mean that?” his voice still remains even. “hmm?”
“no. no, of course i don’t!” you sniff, putting your hands on top of his arms. “i don’t want to break up, and i don’t hate you. not even a little.”
mikey perks up a little; he lifts his head.
“i love you.” you continue. “i’m an idiot, and i don’t want you to leave me.”
“you are an idiot,” he agrees, to which you roll your eyes at. “but i don’t want to leave you either.”
𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗
“will you please stop for a sec?”
“why? so you can explain in detail how stupid you are? no thanks, i already know!”
you’re furious. (if that hadn’t been made clear already)
a few minutes ago, you’d been on your way to see draken at his part time job. it was nearing the time he was supposed to be allowed to go out for lunch break. you, having nothing to do, figured you’d spend the time with him.
you’d pushed the store’s door open, pretty eyes twinkling with excitement, at the thought of draken’s smiling face.
the excitement doesn’t last long, at all.
you don’t even get the chance to utter out a greeting, before your eyes are ‘blessed’ with a sight you thought you’d never see.
“i didn’t know she was going to do that, okay?” draken continues, picking up his pace in an attempt to catch up with you.
eventually, he does, and when he is side by side with you, he takes your wrist, and pulls the both of you to a stop.
“it wasn’t obvious to you that she was trying to kiss you?” it’d only been a kiss on the cheek, but still, that was more than enough reason for you to be pissed.
draken looks at you, then around him, at people walking past. the two of you are drawing too much attention.
“can we not do this in the street? let’s go back to the store.”
“the scene of the crime? lovely.” he chooses to ignore your sarcasm, and walk you back to his place of work. draken nods at his boss as he passes him. he takes you into the back.
“y/n, i swear. i’ve never met the girl in my life. it would make no sense for me to think that she’s going to kiss me. right?”
he tries to reason, but really, it goes in one ear and out the other. all that you really gather from this conversation is that he can’t own up to his mistakes.
“i’m sorry, alright? all i can ask for is your forgiveness. i promise it was a mistake.”
“you’re such a liar!” you hiss, shaking your head at him. “and i hate you for it.”
following your confession, is a tense silence. draken is taken aback by your choice of words, and so are you.
“you’re gonna let a stranger do this to us, huh?” he questions, dark eyes boring into yours.
you swallow, unable to come up with an answer. all you can see is red.
“for crying out loud y/n, i love you.” he holds your shoulders. “i only love you. why’s that so hard to believe?”
“i need you, not anybody else. i don’t give a fuck about others.”
at his own confession, you find the red slipping away. you practically dissolve into a puddle of tears. your boyfriend holds you as you cry, and apologise.
“please, trust me from now on.”
𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊
you wake up earlier than usual on the morning of your birthday, excited for the events that are supposed to be taking place.
you’ve never had a boyfriend for your birthday before, and since mitsuya is literally the sweetest ever, you’re sure he’s got things planned out.
when you have a look at your phone, there are several missed calls and texts from friends, and family who want to wish you a happy birthday, but there isn’t any from mitsuya.
you shrug it off as no big deal, figuring he’s still asleep or something. it’s only a little after eight, so it’s understandable.
you go downstairs to find your parents already waiting for you. by the time they’re done smothering you with affection, singing you happy birthday, and making you eat their ‘special breakfast’, it’s after nine.
you take time to respond to all the messages you’ve received, and call back those who have called. still, there is nothing from mitsuya.
so you decide to call him. you do that twice, but it rings and rings before going to voicemail. you continue to brush it off as no big deal (although, it’s getting harder and harder to do).
after opening gifts from your parents, you head upstairs to change, before leaving the house. if he won’t answer, how about you just drop by and see him?
he lives relatively close by, so it’s no problem on your part.
you ring the doorbell, and stand back, patiently waiting for somebody to come to the door.
mitsuya comes out, about a minute later.
“y/n?” he looks genuinely surprised to see you. “what are — what are you doing here?”
“just wanted to stop by,” you admit. “what, i’m not allowed to see my boyfriend when i want?”
“don’t be silly, ‘course you are. just i’m…sorta busy right now.”
“…doing what?”
“ah, a couple of chores, you get it.”
“i can help!” you suggest, smiling at him. “it’ll get done faster that way, then we can hang out.”
mitsuya stays stood in front of the door, not stepping aside to let you through. your eyebrows knit together, confused.
“is something wrong? you’re acting weird.”
“babe, i’m just really busy right now. i really don’t want to ask, but can you go home? i promise i’ll call you later.”
“you’re so busy, that you can’t even spare an hour or something, to hang out with your girlfriend on her birthday?!”
he looks taken aback for a moment.
“what?” you huff, slowly getting more annoyed. “you didn’t know it was my birthday?”
mitsuya takes a deep breath.
“y/n. i have been so swamped with—”
“oh my god!” you interrupt. “you forgot your girlfriend’s birthday!” mitsuya tries to say something again, but the look you give him stops him in his tracks.
“you are such an asshole, mitsuya! i thought you cared about me!”
“of course i do love. listen, the truth is—”
“don’t fucking call me that, asshole! i hate you!”
you turn and fly down mitsuya’s driveway and back onto the street so fast that mitsuya can barely react. he takes off after you after a bit, calling for his sisters to shut the front door.
“y/n! y/n! shit, y/n wait!” he touches your arm and you stop. mitsuya actually looks hurt, which is ridiculous. he’s the one who forgot your birthday!
“go awa—” mitsuya cups your cheeks, and brings his lips to yours. for a second — just for a second, you melt. his mouth feels good against yours; right.
“stop it.” you build your walls back up.
mitsuya brings them down again with another kiss.
“let me talk, okay?” he pleads. “i didn’t forget your birthday, y/n. inside, my sisters and i were in the middle of decorating the house for a little party i was going to have for you. i ignored your calls on purpose, hoping you’d go hang out with some friends or something. i would’ve called you back after the girls and i were done.”
you blink, unshed tears disappearing with it. “seriously?” mitsuya nods, tiny smile on his face. “well…crap! guess i’m the asshole then.”
“you aren’t.”
“i totally am.” you shake your head. “im sorry i called you one. and im sorry i said i hate you. and i’m sorry i accused you of forgetting my birthday.”
“i know.” you lean into his hand when he strokes your cheek. “no more surprise parties — noted.”
“but uh. how about you come back with me, and we’ll all decorate the house together?”
b a j i
he’s been in a foul mood the whole day and, regardless of what you tell him, it seems to only get worse.
this morning, out of nowhere, a close friend of yours confessed that he’s been crushing on you for a while now. since you’re with baji, he wasn’t expecting the two of you to get together or anything, but he just had to get it off of his chest.
but it isn’t the confession itself that baji is angry about. girls have confessed to him too, despite knowing that he’s taken. what’s bugging him is how you responded.
“he’s my friend, keisuke! and he has been for years! did you want me to tell him to never talk to me again or something? i’m not throwing away years of friendship over stupid feelings.”
“you told him that nothing would change. but how won’t things be different? he’s fucking in love with you!”
he sounds unreasonable to you, and honestly you’re getting tired of trying to comfort him, or nurse his ego, or whatever the hell he wants from you.
“you can’t tell me not to be friends with him. i know what i’m doing, and he’s not going to make a move!”
“i know i can’t tell you that. but you know that you shouldn’t.”
“he’s my friend. i’m not letting him go.”
for the first time since this argument ensued, baji’s eyes meet yours. you almost feel like cowering under his intense gaze. he’s never, ever looked at you that way before.
“and why not?” he sneers. “you like his attention, huh? someone else payin’ attention to you. does that make you happy?”
the classroom door sliding open seems to startle you both. a student enters, mumbling an apology when they feel the tension in the room.
baji tuts, before grabbing his bag and storming out. you apologise to the student for the awkwardness, before picking up your own belongings and following after him.
by the time you get out, baji is already near the end of the corridor.
“keisuke!” you shout, not minding how loud your voice is since nobody else is around. “you’re really pissing me off!”
“oh? and what do you think you’re doing to me?”
you’ve got to run to catch up with him. “why are you so concerned about us staying friends? do you think i’ll end up running off with him, and leaving you?”
he doesn’t say anything in response to that.
“oh. so you don’t trust me?” his jaw clenches. he doesn’t tell you that you’re wrong, like you expect him to.
you grab baji’s arm, and force him to stop walking. “why are you dating me then, since i’m so untrustworthy?”
“…”
“keisuke.”
he huffs and avoids your eyes, despite your attempts to get him to look at you. your brows furrow, and you take your hand away from him.
“you’re so..! i really, really hate stupid jealous guys like—”
—you, you were meant to say. but the final word died in your throat, when baji covered your mouth with his hand.
he looks hurt. you’re sure you do too.
baji holds you as you cry; he swallows the lump in his own throat, willing himself to be strong for now.
𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚊
hanma and you have been together for a bit; just shy of four months. you’re at the point now where you are familiar with each other’s likes and dislikes.
while that’s a good thing for any relationship, what isn’t so great, is the fact that hanma doesn’t seem to care about what you don’t like.
example number one: flirting.
it’s been an issue since the beginning of your relationship. hanma, used to floating around from girl to girl, seems to find it hard to adjust to being in a committed relationship, despite being with you for three months.
he finds flirting with other girls harmless. quite frankly, you would too, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was so damn good at it!
hanma is able to flirt with a girl, and not think about her again. the girl on the other end isn’t; you can’t count how many times you’ve swatted away girls who claim to be more compatible with hanma, over a single conversation they’ve had with him.
you’ve spoken to him about it before, and each and every time you do, hanma will hold you by the waist, plant kisses on all of your weak spots, and tell you that it’s fine, because they’re not you.
and each time he does this, you melt. how can you not? so you forgive him, and move past it, not talk about the girl who’d come after him (or you) that time.
the next time it happens, this particular event that is being recited, hanma doesn’t seem to be as sweet about it as he usually is.
“why are we always having this conversation?” hanma inquires, leaning to the right so he can see the television screen you are standing in front of. “i’m still with you, aren’t i?”
“oh, and i should be grateful, should i?” you snap, stepping to the side to block his view once again.
“well, yeah??” he nods his head, mockingly, before leaning to the left to see the tv.
you head towards the sofa, and snatch up the remote that’s resting on the armrest. you point it towards the little box, which turns off the screen. you pretend not to hear the annoyed, “oh my god,” that falls from hanma’s lips.
“you’re such a jackass! i’ve told you a thousand times that i don’t like it when you flirt with other girls, even if it’s just for fun! it hurts my feelings, and it hurts theirs, because then they fall for you, and then we — no, i — have to deal with chasing them away!”
“you know what?” hanma stands from his seat. it takes only a single, large step for him to be right up in front of you. he’s so close, one could mistake it for an intimate position. his voice even lowers an octave, but what comes out of his mouth is anything but romantic;
“dump me, if i’m hurting you so bad.”
“…what?” you inhale deeply, unable to keep the surprise, and hurt off of your face. it doesn’t affect him, not in the slightest. instead, hanma remains firm, gaze unwavering.
“go on,” he challenges. “just dump me.”
“i…” pushing the rapidly growing lump in your throat down is a challenge. and, even when you do feel like you’ll be able to utter a sentence without any hiccups, you still can’t find it in you to tell him what he wants to hear.
“i hate you.” so this comes out instead; no louder than a whisper. as you walk away, out of his living room into the hall, you plead with your body to hold on for just a little longer.
‘break down at home, in the street even. just not anywhere near him’.
but, the silent pleading does nothing. you push the front door’s handle down to open it, and a painful sounding whine escapes your lips.
hurried footsteps come to find you, and then hanma is there; shutting the door you hardly opened, he pulls you into his arms.
“i screwed up, i screwed up.” he tells you, over and over again. and you listen to him, nod frantically into the space between his shoulder and neck. “i’m sorry. so sorry, you hear me?”
he’s far from being let off the hook from his actions tonight, but his apology is at least a start.
wassup!!hope u r doing fine:))? could u write headcanons or whatever u find more suitable of toman guys(mikey,draken,baji, mitsuya..) where their s/o accidentally says "i hate you" in an argument xxthank you (sorry for any bad english)
𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
; with: mikey, draken, mitsuya, baji and hanma.
; warnings: VERY dramatic (i’ve never been in a relationship, but i’m sure fights don’t escalate this quickly, right?)
; author’s note: i added hanma because something came to mind for him too!
𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢
you’ve got an important exam coming up, that you really need to do well on.
you haven’t done so great on previous tests, and your parents have threatened to take you out of your extracurricular activities if you fail this time round too.
because you’re spending so much time studying, you haven’t been paying much attention to your boyfriend, mikey.
he misses being around you, so he drops by your house unannounced, in the hopes that you’ll set aside some time for him.
you greet him, and shoot him a friendly smile when he comes in, but that’s about it. mikey is disappointed, but somewhat understands.
he flops down onto your bed, and dozes off.
about an hour and a half later, mikey wakes up to the sound of a frustrated groan, as well as the clattering of a pen that has been dropped.
it’s easy for mikey to see that you’re tired, and yet, after heaving a heavy sigh, you pick up your pen, and begin working again.
“take a break,” he suggests, crawling out from under the covers. he walks over to where you’re sat (at your desk), touching your shoulder when he’s close enough. “come cuddle for a bit.”
“no, mikey.” you shrug his hand off, and continue furiously scribbling down the answers to the questions written in your textbook. “i don’t have time for that.”
“i might not be a studying expert, but i’m sure nothing is going to sink in if you’re overworking yourself.”
“listen, i just need to finish these,” you insist. “and there’s a few pages in my other text book that i need to go over—”
“that’ll take all night!”
“and so what?!” you exclaim, dropping your pen once again to throw your hands up. “dude, you have been nothing but an irritant since you got here. don’t you want me to pass?!” you stand up to face him.
mikey looks puzzled for a second, before his expression evolves into an annoyed one.
“of course i do. why would you even ask that? all i’m saying is you should take a break. you’re wasting time trying to work tired!”
“no, you just want me to cuddle.” you point an accusing finger at him. “you’re being selfish!”
in the back of his mind, mikey knows that you’re only saying these things because you’re stressed, and frustrated. but the forefront of his mind — the more dominant part — tells him to fight back.
“selfish? you think i’m being selfish? and what about you, huh? making this all about you. and so what, if i just want to cuddle, y/n?! you’re my girlfriend for crying out loud, and you haven’t been acting like it at all!”
“if i haven’t been acting like one, maybe i shouldn’t even be your girlfriend!”
“if that’s what you want!”
it’s said in the heat of the moment; a few more moments are needed for both of you to realise the weight your words carry. you break the heavy silence first, opting to deal the final, final blow first.
“okay. whatever. god, i-i hate you, mikey. just get out of my room.”
you turn away from him, not wanting him to see that you’re becoming all teary.
mikey doesn’t move for a second, contemplating how he can even fix the mess you’ve both made.
he swallows, before stepping forward, and wrapping his arms around your middle. his head comes to rest on your shoulder. it stiffens when you realise it’s slowly becoming wet.
“you mean that?” his voice still remains even. “hmm?”
“no. no, of course i don’t!” you sniff, putting your hands on top of his arms. “i don’t want to break up, and i don’t hate you. not even a little.”
mikey perks up a little; he lifts his head.
“i love you.” you continue. “i’m an idiot, and i don’t want you to leave me.”
“you are an idiot,” he agrees, to which you roll your eyes at. “but i don’t want to leave you either.”
𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗
“will you please stop for a sec?”
“why? so you can explain in detail how stupid you are? no thanks, i already know!”
you’re furious. (if that hadn’t been made clear already)
a few minutes ago, you’d been on your way to see draken at his part time job. it was nearing the time he was supposed to be allowed to go out for lunch break. you, having nothing to do, figured you’d spend the time with him.
you’d pushed the store’s door open, pretty eyes twinkling with excitement, at the thought of draken’s smiling face.
the excitement doesn’t last long, at all.
you don’t even get the chance to utter out a greeting, before your eyes are ‘blessed’ with a sight you thought you’d never see.
“i didn’t know she was going to do that, okay?” draken continues, picking up his pace in an attempt to catch up with you.
eventually, he does, and when he is side by side with you, he takes your wrist, and pulls the both of you to a stop.
“it wasn’t obvious to you that she was trying to kiss you?” it’d only been a kiss on the cheek, but still, that was more than enough reason for you to be pissed.
draken looks at you, then around him, at people walking past. the two of you are drawing too much attention.
“can we not do this in the street? let’s go back to the store.”
“the scene of the crime? lovely.” he chooses to ignore your sarcasm, and walk you back to his place of work. draken nods at his boss as he passes him. he takes you into the back.
“y/n, i swear. i’ve never met the girl in my life. it would make no sense for me to think that she’s going to kiss me. right?”
he tries to reason, but really, it goes in one ear and out the other. all that you really gather from this conversation is that he can’t own up to his mistakes.
“i’m sorry, alright? all i can ask for is your forgiveness. i promise it was a mistake.”
“you’re such a liar!” you hiss, shaking your head at him. “and i hate you for it.”
following your confession, is a tense silence. draken is taken aback by your choice of words, and so are you.
“you’re gonna let a stranger do this to us, huh?” he questions, dark eyes boring into yours.
you swallow, unable to come up with an answer. all you can see is red.
“for crying out loud y/n, i love you.” he holds your shoulders. “i only love you. why’s that so hard to believe?”
“i need you, not anybody else. i don’t give a fuck about others.”
at his own confession, you find the red slipping away. you practically dissolve into a puddle of tears. your boyfriend holds you as you cry, and apologise.
“please, trust me from now on.”
𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊
you wake up earlier than usual on the morning of your birthday, excited for the events that are supposed to be taking place.
you’ve never had a boyfriend for your birthday before, and since mitsuya is literally the sweetest ever, you’re sure he’s got things planned out.
when you have a look at your phone, there are several missed calls and texts from friends, and family who want to wish you a happy birthday, but there isn’t any from mitsuya.
you shrug it off as no big deal, figuring he’s still asleep or something. it’s only a little after eight, so it’s understandable.
you go downstairs to find your parents already waiting for you. by the time they’re done smothering you with affection, singing you happy birthday, and making you eat their ‘special breakfast’, it’s after nine.
you take time to respond to all the messages you’ve received, and call back those who have called. still, there is nothing from mitsuya.
so you decide to call him. you do that twice, but it rings and rings before going to voicemail. you continue to brush it off as no big deal (although, it’s getting harder and harder to do).
after opening gifts from your parents, you head upstairs to change, before leaving the house. if he won’t answer, how about you just drop by and see him?
he lives relatively close by, so it’s no problem on your part.
you ring the doorbell, and stand back, patiently waiting for somebody to come to the door.
mitsuya comes out, about a minute later.
“y/n?” he looks genuinely surprised to see you. “what are — what are you doing here?”
“just wanted to stop by,” you admit. “what, i’m not allowed to see my boyfriend when i want?”
“don’t be silly, ‘course you are. just i’m…sorta busy right now.”
“…doing what?”
“ah, a couple of chores, you get it.”
“i can help!” you suggest, smiling at him. “it’ll get done faster that way, then we can hang out.”
mitsuya stays stood in front of the door, not stepping aside to let you through. your eyebrows knit together, confused.
“is something wrong? you’re acting weird.”
“babe, i’m just really busy right now. i really don’t want to ask, but can you go home? i promise i’ll call you later.”
“you’re so busy, that you can’t even spare an hour or something, to hang out with your girlfriend on her birthday?!”
he looks taken aback for a moment.
“what?” you huff, slowly getting more annoyed. “you didn’t know it was my birthday?”
mitsuya takes a deep breath.
“y/n. i have been so swamped with—”
“oh my god!” you interrupt. “you forgot your girlfriend’s birthday!” mitsuya tries to say something again, but the look you give him stops him in his tracks.
“you are such an asshole, mitsuya! i thought you cared about me!”
“of course i do love. listen, the truth is—”
“don’t fucking call me that, asshole! i hate you!”
you turn and fly down mitsuya’s driveway and back onto the street so fast that mitsuya can barely react. he takes off after you after a bit, calling for his sisters to shut the front door.
“y/n! y/n! shit, y/n wait!” he touches your arm and you stop. mitsuya actually looks hurt, which is ridiculous. he’s the one who forgot your birthday!
“go awa—” mitsuya cups your cheeks, and brings his lips to yours. for a second — just for a second, you melt. his mouth feels good against yours; right.
“stop it.” you build your walls back up.
mitsuya brings them down again with another kiss.
“let me talk, okay?” he pleads. “i didn’t forget your birthday, y/n. inside, my sisters and i were in the middle of decorating the house for a little party i was going to have for you. i ignored your calls on purpose, hoping you’d go hang out with some friends or something. i would’ve called you back after the girls and i were done.”
you blink, unshed tears disappearing with it. “seriously?” mitsuya nods, tiny smile on his face. “well…crap! guess i’m the asshole then.”
“you aren’t.”
“i totally am.” you shake your head. “im sorry i called you one. and im sorry i said i hate you. and i’m sorry i accused you of forgetting my birthday.”
“i know.” you lean into his hand when he strokes your cheek. “no more surprise parties — noted.”
“but uh. how about you come back with me, and we’ll all decorate the house together?”
b a j i
he’s been in a foul mood the whole day and, regardless of what you tell him, it seems to only get worse.
this morning, out of nowhere, a close friend of yours confessed that he’s been crushing on you for a while now. since you’re with baji, he wasn’t expecting the two of you to get together or anything, but he just had to get it off of his chest.
but it isn’t the confession itself that baji is angry about. girls have confessed to him too, despite knowing that he’s taken. what’s bugging him is how you responded.
“he’s my friend, keisuke! and he has been for years! did you want me to tell him to never talk to me again or something? i’m not throwing away years of friendship over stupid feelings.”
“you told him that nothing would change. but how won’t things be different? he’s fucking in love with you!”
he sounds unreasonable to you, and honestly you’re getting tired of trying to comfort him, or nurse his ego, or whatever the hell he wants from you.
“you can’t tell me not to be friends with him. i know what i’m doing, and he’s not going to make a move!”
“i know i can’t tell you that. but you know that you shouldn’t.”
“he’s my friend. i’m not letting him go.”
for the first time since this argument ensued, baji’s eyes meet yours. you almost feel like cowering under his intense gaze. he’s never, ever looked at you that way before.
“and why not?” he sneers. “you like his attention, huh? someone else payin’ attention to you. does that make you happy?”
the classroom door sliding open seems to startle you both. a student enters, mumbling an apology when they feel the tension in the room.
baji tuts, before grabbing his bag and storming out. you apologise to the student for the awkwardness, before picking up your own belongings and following after him.
by the time you get out, baji is already near the end of the corridor.
“keisuke!” you shout, not minding how loud your voice is since nobody else is around. “you’re really pissing me off!”
“oh? and what do you think you’re doing to me?”
you’ve got to run to catch up with him. “why are you so concerned about us staying friends? do you think i’ll end up running off with him, and leaving you?”
he doesn’t say anything in response to that.
“oh. so you don’t trust me?” his jaw clenches. he doesn’t tell you that you’re wrong, like you expect him to.
you grab baji’s arm, and force him to stop walking. “why are you dating me then, since i’m so untrustworthy?”
“…”
“keisuke.”
he huffs and avoids your eyes, despite your attempts to get him to look at you. your brows furrow, and you take your hand away from him.
“you’re so..! i really, really hate stupid jealous guys like—”
—you, you were meant to say. but the final word died in your throat, when baji covered your mouth with his hand.
he looks hurt. you’re sure you do too.
baji holds you as you cry; he swallows the lump in his own throat, willing himself to be strong for now.
𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚊
hanma and you have been together for a bit; just shy of four months. you’re at the point now where you are familiar with each other’s likes and dislikes.
while that’s a good thing for any relationship, what isn’t so great, is the fact that hanma doesn’t seem to care about what you don’t like.
example number one: flirting.
it’s been an issue since the beginning of your relationship. hanma, used to floating around from girl to girl, seems to find it hard to adjust to being in a committed relationship, despite being with you for three months.
he finds flirting with other girls harmless. quite frankly, you would too, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was so damn good at it!
hanma is able to flirt with a girl, and not think about her again. the girl on the other end isn’t; you can’t count how many times you’ve swatted away girls who claim to be more compatible with hanma, over a single conversation they’ve had with him.
you’ve spoken to him about it before, and each and every time you do, hanma will hold you by the waist, plant kisses on all of your weak spots, and tell you that it’s fine, because they’re not you.
and each time he does this, you melt. how can you not? so you forgive him, and move past it, not talk about the girl who’d come after him (or you) that time.
the next time it happens, this particular event that is being recited, hanma doesn’t seem to be as sweet about it as he usually is.
“why are we always having this conversation?” hanma inquires, leaning to the right so he can see the television screen you are standing in front of. “i’m still with you, aren’t i?”
“oh, and i should be grateful, should i?” you snap, stepping to the side to block his view once again.
“well, yeah??” he nods his head, mockingly, before leaning to the left to see the tv.
you head towards the sofa, and snatch up the remote that’s resting on the armrest. you point it towards the little box, which turns off the screen. you pretend not to hear the annoyed, “oh my god,” that falls from hanma’s lips.
“you’re such a jackass! i’ve told you a thousand times that i don’t like it when you flirt with other girls, even if it’s just for fun! it hurts my feelings, and it hurts theirs, because then they fall for you, and then we — no, i — have to deal with chasing them away!”
“you know what?” hanma stands from his seat. it takes only a single, large step for him to be right up in front of you. he’s so close, one could mistake it for an intimate position. his voice even lowers an octave, but what comes out of his mouth is anything but romantic;
“dump me, if i’m hurting you so bad.”
“…what?” you inhale deeply, unable to keep the surprise, and hurt off of your face. it doesn’t affect him, not in the slightest. instead, hanma remains firm, gaze unwavering.
“go on,” he challenges. “just dump me.”
“i…” pushing the rapidly growing lump in your throat down is a challenge. and, even when you do feel like you’ll be able to utter a sentence without any hiccups, you still can’t find it in you to tell him what he wants to hear.
“i hate you.” so this comes out instead; no louder than a whisper. as you walk away, out of his living room into the hall, you plead with your body to hold on for just a little longer.
‘break down at home, in the street even. just not anywhere near him’.
but, the silent pleading does nothing. you push the front door’s handle down to open it, and a painful sounding whine escapes your lips.
hurried footsteps come to find you, and then hanma is there; shutting the door you hardly opened, he pulls you into his arms.
“i screwed up, i screwed up.” he tells you, over and over again. and you listen to him, nod frantically into the space between his shoulder and neck. “i’m sorry. so sorry, you hear me?”
he’s far from being let off the hook from his actions tonight, but his apology is at least a start.
