I love Chuuya, and I need to write something for him soon before i lose my mind
He always did it without thinking.
Every time they walked side-by-side, his hand would slip into her pocket like it belonged there. It had become such a normal habit that she didn’t question it anymore. Sometimes she even waited for it.
So today, she decided to do just the same.
She walked up to him with the purest innocence, standing by his side while he was distracted, completely unaware.
Then—without warning—she slid her hand into his pocket. "It's cold today, isn't it ?"
He flinched.
Actually flinched. His whole body went rigid, breath catching as he froze on the spot.
She blinked up at him, confused by the dramatic reaction—until her fingers brushed against something in his pocket. Something small, firm and cube-shaped...is that a ...velvet box ?
Her breath caught. She didn’t pull her hand away, and he didn’t move either. He just looked away averting her gaze.
- and If she had looked closely, she would’ve noticed the flush spreading across his neck—but thankfully, she didn’t.-
After a moment, he sighed and slowly slid his hand into his pocket joining hers.
Then, in a hesitant move he guided the box to rest on her palm before closing her fingers around it and closing his fingers around hers silently
ᯓ YOU KNOW HOW TO BALL, I KNOW ARISTOTLE — NAKAHARA CHUUYA ⊹ ࣪ ˖
ᡣ𐭩 CW(s): f! reader, pre-med student reader x student athlete chuuya, 5.2k words, heavily inspired from a t.s. song
ᡣ𐭩 SYNOPSIS: in which an academic achiever finds an unexpected chemistry with an athlete at college
ᡣ𐭩 NOW PLAYING: so high school & the alchemy
ᡣ𐭩 A.N.: reblogs are appreciated ! hope u enjoy reading this <3
you clutch the strap of your backpack as your friends excitedly drags you along with them across the main campus building of where you attended your classes. you had just finished your chemistry lecture, when your friends brought up the ongoing goodwill games that were taking place in the gymnasium.
you never really had any fondness for sports. in fact, all of the sports courses you had taken up before, which weren't any majors, were not given any effort by you. just as those courses were labeled as such, they weren't majors, so they weren't your priorities.
you were all about the majors. the bigger, badder subjects. the chemistries. the laboratory classes. those were your a-games.
but you smile along with your friends, it couldn't hurt to watch some sports taking place.
“gosh, be more a little excited, (nickname)!” one of your friends giggles and playfully nudges your elbow.
“i know right? the business administration third years are playing against our third years, and you know what that means!” your other friend chimes, all giddy.
“of course i do. handsome guys..” you sigh, not really showing any interest as your two friends squealed at your answer regardless.
your two friends drag you inside the gymnasium. the sliding and thumping of rubber shoes against the court along with the words of a commentator resonated inside. you look around and there were already students by the bleachers ranging from lower to higher years, as well as high school students who were simply enjoying the match.
as you join your friends in the bleachers, you catch sight of a certain redhead. he was from the opposing team, adorning a red and black jersey with the number twenty-nine and the name nakahara on his back.
“hmm, nakahara..” you mutter softly to yourself.
your friends heard and giggled, playfully nudging your arm and side with a giddy smile.
“fancying someone i see?” one of them asks.
“no! i'm just reading names.” you immediately say, your cheeks growing warm from embarrassment.
“we heard you loud and clear, (nickname). you've been eyeing player twenty-nine.” your other friend points out.
“oh shut up.. err—maybe i was.” you shrug in a sheepish smile as the three of you watch the basketball match.
“well, if you're interested. his name is nakahara chuuya. third year, so just a college year ahead of us.” your friend explains, a smirk following after, “confirmed to be single.”
“and how is the last part relevant?” you raise a brow, causing your friends to giggle.
“just in case.” your friend shrugs with an innocent tone.
you playfully roll your eyes before you continue watching the game with an intent gaze, following the ball as it arcs in the air, passed skillfully by players. your focus sharpens when it finally lands in the hands of the player you've been eyeing before.
number twenty-nine. nakahara.
despite the intense attempts of the defenders from your side to intercept, chuuya skillfully catches the ball from his teammate on the opposite side of the court. your cheeks grew warm again, perhaps even warmer, when he moves with such fluid grace, dribbling the ball past his opponents, his eyes locked on the hoop.
“damn, he's good..” you mutter to yourself as your friends, along with the crowd, start cheering the rising climax.
you furrow your brow and your heart races as you watch chuuya on the court. the world appears to blend around you, and all you see is him. his determination is evident, and his eyes have a fierce glint as he prepares himself for the shot. he moves with natural ease, the ball an extension of his body.
he jumps in the air as time slows down. you watch breathlessly as the muscles in his arms flex, the light catching the sweat on his brow, and you feel a warm sensation run through your chest. the ball leaves his hands in a flawless arc in the air and the next thing you know—you've fallen for him.
the roar of the crowd diminishes, leaving only the hammering of your own heartbeat. the ball swishes through the net of the hoop, and his triumphant smile seals your fate.
fuck, you're in love.
his gaze darts through the crowd, waving his hands alongside his fellow athletes and scanning the faces, before landing on the bleachers where you sit. your breath caught when you felt his gaze on you. you are confident in your eye contact, and the warmth on your face increases. your cheeks burn, and you instinctively touch your face, feeling the heat radiating from your skin.
chuuya's gaze lingers on yours for a little longer, and a small, knowing smile tugs on the corner of his lips. the realization that he genuinely sees you sends shivers down your spine. the commotion of the crowd returns, but all you can think about is that shared look.
you lower your hand from your face, attempting to calm your pounding heart, knowing that something big has occurred between you.
“you good?” your friend raises a brow at you.
“oh damn, she's gushing!” your other friend gasps out dramatically.
“oh my god, shut up! he's watching!” you cover your face now, your cheeks burning at this point as you tell your friends to zip it.
“oh.. oh.” they both mutter in unison.
the game progresses further and you were drawn to every move, pass, and shot, but none were more than those of number twenty-nine, and when the final whistles blow as the timer runs out, the game ends with chuuya's team emerging victorious.
the gymnasium roars with cheers and applause, and you watch your friends already clambering down the bleachers to get closer to the players, pulling you down the floor with them. you were hesitant and awkward about it, considering how they were cheering more towards the opposing team, chuuya's team, instead your own program's team.
you were insistent about it as they dragged you through the crowd of students, and as you weave through, you get separated from your friends so you decide to step aside, leaning against a wall to catch your breath and hopefully spot your friends somewhere in this sea of excited and hyped up students.
instead of your friends, you notice him again, and this time much closer and gazing around as if searching for someone.
your eyes widen, and you realize with surprise that he seems to be.. looking for you?
suddenly, he walks over to you, his steps determined but unhurried. your heart pounds in your chest as he approaches, his piercing blue eyes set on yours, and when he reaches you, he pauses with a smile.
“hey, you okay?” he asks first, noticing how you were all alone by a wall amongs the throng of students exiting the gymnasium after the match, “where are your friends?”
“huh? oh, uh, yeah. there's so many people that i lost sight of my friends, and i just needed to step aside a bit,” you stammer out, feeling quite overwhelmed.
“oh, i'm sorry to hear that. here, let's head over there.” he says, his hand holding your arm as he guides you somewhere where it was less crowded.
“you good now?” chuuya asks you with a friendly smile, “i saw you in the stands, and i know you're rooting for the pharmacy's team, but did you enjoy the game?”
“yeah,” you manage out, “my friends were even talking about you.”
“good things, i hope,” he says with a playful glint in his eye that made your heart leap.
you laugh, the tension in your shoulders easing, “yeah, good things.”
he now leans against the wall beside you as he asks, "do you come to these games often, or was today a special occasion?"
you shake your head in response, chuckling a bit, “i'm not really a fan of sports to be honest. my friends just dragged me here."
"well, i'm glad they did," he says, his eyes twinkling with genuine interest.
you find yourself captivated to chuuya's easy charm and genuine warmth as the discussion flows between you two. as you two converse, you notice the crowd of students thinning out and your friends who were looking for you, waving at you from the entrance, and maybe even gushing over you being with the athlete. (and you make a mental note to smack the hell outta your friends for sure.)
chuuya lifts his gaze and spots your friends, “oh hey, those are your friends right?”
“mhm, i gotta go,” you say immediately as you flash him a friendly yet albeit shy smile, “thanks for keeping me company.”
“no problem,” he nods with a smile. chuuya looked as if he still had something to say, but you already sprinted off to your friends at the entrance of the gymnasium.
chuuya stands there, unable to contain a laugh as he smiles at you, watching you crash in your friends, smacking one of them as they laugh and reunited with you.
he finds it nice to meet someone who's here for more than just the game. he could tell.
days have passed with your thoughts constantly returning to the gymnasium, to the moment the athlete's gaze met yours, the moment he talked to you and accompanied you.
your friends did in fact notice you daydreaming but thankfully don't press you about it but goodness, did it feel like you were back in high school, as if you weren't even at college, with him on your mind.
it is currently afternoon, and you find yourself walking towards the campus library to study some lessons by yourself as your friends have already left and went their own ways after class.
you grabbed your ID for scanning as you approached the entrance of the library, when you saw a familiar figure standing by the steps, seemingly engrossed in another conversation with another student.
however, your feet stop on their own, your heart skipping a beat the same way it did days ago as you recognize the redhead from the basketball match you watched with your friends—nakahara chuuya.
he was dressed casually today, and boy was it a stark contrast to the intense athlete you saw on the court.
you gulp to yourself, and considered turning back now, but your curiosity and determination kept you rooted in place. and so, you walk past him, at least attempt to as you clutched your tablet and bag with you, trying to come off as nonchalant and casual.
but you couldn't help but take just a single glance, and that was all it took for your knees to grow weak as chuuya's gaze averted and met yours. for a split second, neither of you move, and you swear he took your breath again as he flashes you a warm, and friendly smile.
your cheeks flush almost instantly with warmth. this is the first time you saw him this upclose and so you immediately duck into the library, mentally cursing yourself for acting like a flustered higher schooler who just saw her crush. you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, and look for a table around the library, choosing a somewhat secluded area so you could begin studying.
you put down your tablet on the table and sit down, opening important files and notes but damnit was it hard to focus. the words on the screen blur together as you mind couldn't help but replay the brief encounter you just had just now.
minutes later into your studying, the chair beside yours shifted. you glance up and saw chuuya again, just right beside you as he placed down his own bag on the table you were occupying.
“hey,” he says softly, “mind if i join you?”
your heart pounds like crazy as your eyes widen. you nod, but immediately shake your head no as you realized, “no! not at all.”
he chuckles softly at your response as he takes a seat beside you, “i saw you at the game the other day.”
you nod softly, trying to find your voice as you fidgeted the pen of your tablet, “err, yeah. you were amazing on the court, by the way.”
“thank you, it's nice to always have support from the crowd. even if they aren't the same program as me,” chuuya says with another chuckle as scratched the nape of his neck.
god, was his presence calming and electrifying at the same time, and it was almost hard to believe he was right here, breathing in the same air as you.
“so, what are you studying?” he asks, glancing at your tablet's screen.
“oh, uh. chemistry.” you reply, trying to steady your voice as you look at him, “it's one of my major subs.”
chuuya raises a brow at you, and looks impressed, “that's an intense subject. i don't think i can handle that. i'm more of a mathematics kind of a guy to be honest, more on physics though.”
you giggle softly, feeling more at ease as you two continue talking, “that's okay. everyone has their own strengths, yeah?”
“yeah,” he agrees as he leans back into his chair and grin, “you know, i've never really been into academics, but clearly you are. that's why i play basketball.”
“but it works out for you, right?” you say softly as you recall the memory of him dominating the court once more, “you still need to keep up with your studies though.”
“mhm,” chuuya nods at your words, “yeah, but balancing both is a challenge to be honest. we have a GPA to maintain to stay on the team. so you could say it keeps me motivated to study.”
you're about to respond but chuuya's phone suddenly buzzes from the table. he glances at you with a cute sheepish yet frown on his face, “sorry, i need to take this. it's probably my coach.”
chuuya leaves you for a moment, leaving you to your thoughts but when he returns a few minutes later, he appears a little disoriented about something, but still attentive to you. “sorry about that, but my coach called to say we have practice again.”
your face falters into a look of disappointment, “oh, it's okay.”
“i'm really sorry,” chuuya says, feeling guilty to leave you so soon, but you couldn't help but feel your heart skip about this fact.
“thanks for sitting with me though. it was nice.. while it lasted,” you say, stifling a quiet giggle to lighten up the mood.
he smiles warmly now upon hearing your giggle, and gosh it sounded like chimes of bells in chuuya's ears, “yeah, it was. maybe we can do this again sometime?”
your eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment you were speechless. nakahara chuuya, number twenty-nine, one of the school athletes, is asking you to meet with him again?
you immediately nod, a bit too eager, but not that he minds at all, “i'd love to.”
“great!” chuuya chimes, laughing as he slings his backpack over his shoulder in a hurry, “well, i gotta run now before the coach makes me do 50 push-ups or something.”
“okay, okay. see you around?” you giggle at his antics, smiling widely now.
“yeah, see you aroun—” chuuya was about to run off when he immediately returned back to you, making your eyes widen again in surprise and confusion.
“your name,” chuuya says a bit too quickly. it was almost like he was rapping, “i forgot to ask your name.”
“(surname) (name), from pharmacy.”
“got it, you probably already know me, but chuuya. nakahara chuuya, from business ad.” he says with a wink before leaving a second time, and this time for good.
you watch him leave the library in a hurry, something that makes your heart flutter as you shake your head to yourself. you return your attention back to your tablet, and gosh, it becomes even more difficult to concentrate. you find yourself thinking about the brief encounter you've had with him again, every word exchanged, and the way his smile made your heart skip.
you really were feeling so high school again, and that's for sure.
the next few days were a flurry of lessons and brief visits to the gym, hoping to catch another glimpse of chuuya training. each time, your heart skips a beat, but you remind yourself to remain focused.
you do not want to appear too eager or desperate, but it was a fine line between expressing interest and coming over too strongly.
as you're packing your belongings at the library to head home after studying as per usual, a notification appears on your phone. it was a text from an unknown number.
you blink for a moment before you read the text in your mind, and your eyes slowly widen, “hi! it's chuuya, remember? from the court and library? i got your phone number from a friend. hope that's okay?”
you feel your heart race once more. (it was becoming a habit for your poor heart to be honest.) all you could think about was how chuuya got your number? and from whom? but a part of you already had an idea.
either way, you shake those questions away from your head as you text him back.
“hi, chuuya! it's ok with me. how are you? :)”
your phone buzzes as your text receives a reply.
“am good! just finished practice. wanted to see if you're free to grab a coffee with me?”
coffee. with chuuya. the mere thought sends a chill through you, but it was a good kind of thrill—one that made your tummy do flips and your face flush with warmth.
“sure, i'd love to! when and where if ever?”
chuuya's response was so immediate, “how about tomorrow afternoon? i don't have any classes tomorrow and there's a cafe near campus that you might like.”
“sounds good! my classes end at 1pm tomorrow.”
from then, the anticipation grows as you count down the hours until your coffee meeting with chuuya. you even spend a little extra time getting ready for tomorrow, ensuring that you look your best without going overboard.
and when you finally arrive at the café he texted you yesterday, you see him right away. chuuya was waiting at the entryway, casually clothed yet still looking effortlessly suave. he flashes you a smile and waves as you approach him, and you get that familiar flutter in your chest.
“you came! here, lemme get the door for ya’,” chuuya says with a smile, holding the door open for you.
the aroma of coffee and freshly baked pastries is soothing, as you and chuuya pick a comfortable corner table to relax inside. you order your drinks and discuss everything from favorite books to future goals, and the conversation between you flows naturally.
everything feels natural, every smile, every laugh, and ever gaze, it was as if you've known one another for much longer than a few encounters, and you can't help but think about the slow burn of your feelings for chuuya, which was undeniable, and you wonder whether he feels the same way.
but for the time being, you're satisfied to enjoy his company, savoring each moment as you learn more about the athlete who has piqued your interest.
and it becomes even more evident when this simple coffee date becomes a constant between you two—he comes to wherever you are, whether you're in the library or at a cafe.
it was strange, but it was also comforting.
“mind if i join you, (nickname)?” he even calls you by your nickname now at this point as he stands by your table.
“sure,” you smile at him, trying to sound as casual as possible as you gesture at the empty seat across you.
chuuya sits down, and you notice he is clutching a physics book. he sees you staring at him and his book, and chuckles, "i have an exam coming up, so i thought i'd get some studying done.”
you nod, feeling a little more relaxed, “i feel you, but mine's chemistry.”
for the next hour, the two of you will sit together, exchanging a few words and smiles. there's a comfortable silence between you, broken only by the sounds of books turning and coffee cups clinking in the cafe.
you steal glances at him every now and then, seeing how focused he appears, and you can't help but appreciate his commitment to study regardless of being an athlete. it shows that he really values balancing both.
eventually, chuuya stretches his arms and leans back in his chair in a sigh, “damn, i think i’ve had enough of physics for today. how about you?”
“yeah, my brain feels like mush now to be honest,” you reply which makes him snicker.
“say, wanna leave the cafe and take a walk around campus? i could use some fresh air.” chuuya suggests, shoveling his textbook back in his backpack.
you both agree, and you leave the café together, going across the campus grounds and you find yourself laughing more than usual, and you notice how at ease you are around him.
as you two reach a quiet spot near the gates, chuuya pauses and looks at you, “you know, i’m really glad we met. it’s nice to talk to someone who’s not just about sports or partying.”
you smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest, “i feel the same way, chuuya.”
the days are another a blur of exams and studying, but your mind keeps returning to chuuya, and chuuya alone.
the warmth of your conversations and the fun every time you two studied and grabbed coffees remained in your memory, making it difficult to focus, making your heart constantly in a flutter that you now find yourself seeking for him around campus, hoping to meet him again, hoping to see him before you day starts and before it ends. it was an overwhelming feeling you couldn't help but long for.
as you’re leaving the classroom with your tote bag and tablet in hand you hear a familiar voice calling your name.
“(name)!” you quickly turn around, already knowing and seeing chuuya jogging towards you, his face lighting up with that ever familiar, heart skipping genuine smile.
you smile back as you tilt your head to the side, “hey, chuuya! what’s up?”
he catches up to you, slightly out of breath as he breathes, “i.. i was hoping i’d run into you. thank god i did. do you have a minute?”
“sure. i have a few more minutes before my next class,” you say, curiosity piqued.
“great. perfect.” he pants out, catching his breath now this time.
you turn around for a second to see your friends silently gushing over you and chuuya which you shot them a glare for, making them quietly giggle and leave you two be as they headed to the next class.
with a quiet giggle, you return your attention back to chuuya and he seems a bit nervous now, which is unusual for him. after a brief moment of collecting his thoughts (and breath), he looks at you with a mixture of excitement and hesitation.
“okay, so we have another game coming up this weekend,” he begins, his eyes locking onto yours, “and it’s a pretty big one, as you know. we’re playing against one of the top teams in the league outside campus, against another university this time.”
“that sounds exciting,” you reply, genuinely interested, “i’m sure you’ll do great as always!”
chuuya chuckles, but there’s a seriousness in his gaze, “i hope so. but, uh, i was wondering if you’d come watch the game.”
“of course i'll watch! i only have classes in the morning.” you respond without hesitation, smiling widely, “i’d love to.”
however, chuuya stares down at his hands for a while, as if to gather his courage, before returning his gaze to you, his tone becoming sheepish, “but, i, um.. would prefer if you could come alone to watch this time without your friends.”
you blink in surprise taken aback by the request. just you? without your friends?
“huh? but, why?”
chuuya rubs the back of his neck awkwardly now, a sheepish grin appearing on his face, “i guess i just want to know you’re there, watching. look, i know it is kind of stupid, but i feel like having you there might give me that extra bit of confidence. and… i’d like to hang out with you after the game, just the two of us.”
your cheeks warm at his words, and a soft smile spreads across your face, “i see. well, i'd be more than happy to come, chuuya.”
chuuya's expression lights up, and you notice a mix of relief and something deeper in his eyes, “great! okay, so the game is this saturday at 3PM. i’ll save you a seat, and no need to pay anything. okay? i got it covered.”
“i’ll be there,” you promise, reaching for his arm as a form of reassurance, and he smiles before you scurry back to your friends who you whacked in the head for eavesdropping.
“stop eavesdropping at us!”
“you're watching a game without us?!”
eventually, the day of the game arrives, and you find yourself in the gymnasium without your friends, which makes you somewhat anxious since you're not used to watching a game, let alone without being your friends as you do.
as you head over to your seat which chuuya reserved for you, you scan the court and notice chuuya warming up, and gosh did your mouth become dry at the attractive sight of him stretching his muscular arms.
your cheeks grow warm and he catches your eye from across the gym and waves, his smile widening as he sees you. you wave back, nervous and excited, but also flustered as you wondered if he knew you were staring at him while he was warming up because that was one of the most attractive things you've ever seen in your life.
the game finally begins, and you watch nervously, holding your breath as chuuya moves across the court with the basketball. every dribble, pass, and shot appears to have a unique significance, as if he is motivated by the fact that you are watching him.
chuuya's presence on the court is already commanding from the moment the first whistle reverberates across the pavilion. the opposition team immediately realizes that stopping him will not be a simple feat. as the basketball game progresses, you marvel once again at how chuuya weaves among defenders with such ease.
chuuya’s first play is a tremendous display of such skill and he dominates the court as if he knows it like the back of his hand. he receives a pass from his teammate, fakes left, and then spins to the right, leaving his defender momentarily disoriented. and then, with a swift, fluid motion, he dribbles past two more opponents and makes a flawless layup.
the crowd goes wild in cheers, and you can’t help but cheer and clap along with the audience at the sheer precision of his moves, and chuuya's play just becomes more heated from there, because he can hear you loud and clear, he knows you're there for him.
it becomes even more swift and methodical, with each pass and dribble meticulously planned. he silently communicated with his teammates as if he had telepathy, meticulously scanning the court for openings and potential steals from the opposing team.
it was clear all of his moves were with deftness that only comes from hours of practice and a natural understanding of the game as chuuya steals the ball from an opponent with a well-timed swipe before fluidly transitioning into offense, leading a fast break that finishes in another successful basket.
the game eventually approaches its climax, and the tension across the court is now almost unbearable. chuuya’s team is up by a narrow margin, and every move now feels more critical than ever as you can hear the beat of the drums from the sides, which builds up in intensity.
with only a few mere seconds left on the clock, chuuya dribbles to the top of the key, sizing up his defender. the opposing team’s defense tightens around him, but chuuya remains calm, his focus unshakable. he makes a decisive move, spinning around his defender and launching a shot from beyond the arc.
you feel a rush of nostalgia through your veins as you recall the first time you ever saw him, back in the campus, as time seems to slow down—remembering everything like a flashback as the ball arcs through the air in a familiar way to you, and you hold your breath as it swishes through the basket, securing the victory for his team.
your heart leaps from your chest as the last whistle blows, echoing across the atmosphere and the gymnasium erupts with cheers and applause. chuuya's teammates all rush to congratulate him, carrying him onto their shoulders as the crowd roars in appreciation and you watch with a sense of pride and excitement.
as his team celebrates with their trophy and flashes of cameras, you initially expect chuuya to be absorbed in the aftermath of the game.
but then, you see him breaking away from the crowd, leaving his teammates behind, his eyes scanning the sea of faces in the audience and when he finally sees you, a look of determination crosses his face, and he starts making his way towards you, weaving through players across the court.
you heart races with familiarity as you realize he’s coming straight for you instead of the trophy that you involuntarily stand up from the seat chuuya reserved for you.
the noise of the crowd fades into the background as chuuya closes the distance between you, and when chuuya finally reaches you, he’s out of breath but smiling with an intensity as he exclaims excitedly, “there you are!”
before you can react, chuuya suddenly moves closer to you and, in an exciting and unexpected moment, leans in and slams his lips against yours.
the kiss is both gentle and passionate, taking you off guard but feeling perfectly natural, but it's as if all of your silent emotions were released in one beautiful moment, an exchange of silent 'i love you's' as his arms wrap around you in a tight embrace.
chuuya pulls back with both of you breathless and a bit dazed from the sudden kiss, his eyes are filled with a mixture of relief and affection while yours was of surprise and excitement, and he looks at you with a smile that makes your heart flutter.
“i’m really, really glad you’re here,” he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper, his hand reaching for the strand of hair on your face to tuck it behind your ear.
you nod, your cheeks flushed and a smile across your face, as you whisper back, “me too.”
despite the noise reverberating across the pavilion from the aftermath of the match, you and chuuya stand close together, breathless, having such an intimate and exhilarating moment like this, and you find it as the perfect finale to your growing slow-burn relationship, and looking into his eyes fills you with anticipation for what comes next.
“let's get outta here,” he whispers to your ear, his breath sending you tingles.
you ask as his hand drifts from your arm to your waist instead, a smile growing on your face, “but what about your team? or the trophy?”
“fuck the trophy, i've already got mine,” chuuya chuckles as he squeezes your waist as if to emphasize his words before he captures your lips in another kiss.
But what about the SLAP ? What about the yellow card to the COACH when he was trying to talk ? And I've seen a sports expert saying in a post that either both of them are fouls or neither of them . Besides , he shouldn't have waited until they scored the goal then said it's a foul .
See this is why i can’t invest my emotions in football i wouldn’t handle this grief. I’m happy my country played with honor, Egypt beat Argentina today because wdym i just saw a clip of imam ashour getting FUCKING SLAPPED IN THE FACE?? Oh so referee went blind?? Just pathetic. Egypt has made history i am so so proud and i’m gonna tell my kids we won world cup in 2026
It was literally my first time watching football , I was literally speechless
How could they do that to us !? They spent months training and they did more than their best !!! And then you just decide that you will throw all that away and make Argentina win regardless of any thing !!!??
We didn't lose and all the world know that
But the disappointment I'm feeling right now is overwhelming .
I've started playing mobile legends a few weeks ago , and now I can't stop thinking about how it would be to play with Narumi , would he play with a Tank or a fighter ... maybe an assassin ? or both ?
Would he be a messy player who goes straight to 1vs5 fights ? Would he be an embarrassing teammate or an actual pro ?
There was no yellow in the choices of colors , I had to put orange for bachira ಥ╭╮ಥ and I feel like I've committed a crime
He never really understood why they hated him so much.
The kids at the park never liked him much. They said he was weird — always talking about monsters, always smiling when no one else was.
That afternoon, they’d pushed him again.
His favorite yellow shirt was streaked with dirt, his knees stung, and the sound of their laughter still echoed in his ears long after they left.
He didn’t cry — not really. He just sat there for a while, watching the grass bend under the wind, trying to pretend he didn’t feel that heavy, twisting ache in his chest.
On the walk home, the world felt smaller somehow.
Each step hurt a little, not from the bruises but from that quiet loneliness that settled behind his ribs.
And then—
Warmth.
Soft, sudden, impossible warmth spreading through him like sunlight after rain.
His heartbeat slowed, his breath steadied, and for the first time that day, he felt… safe.
Happy, even.
It didn’t make sense.
There was no one around — just the quiet street.
And it wasn’t his. He was sure of it.
Because it didn’t feel like him at all.
It was soft, and quiet and comforting in a way he didn’t know comfort could be.
Like someone ,somewhere, was smiling just for him, gently pushing away the ache that sat in his heart.
By the time he got home, his shirt was torn and his knees were muddy, but the corners of his mouth refused to fall.
His mother gasped when she saw him — rushing forward, hands hovering over the scrapes, voice full of worry.
“Meguru! What happened to you—?”
But she stopped when she saw it.
That bright, almost dreamy smile on his face.
“I’m okay, Mama,” he said, and he actually meant it.
I have nothing to say actually but I don't want this space to be empty so....(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
It was supposed to be his day off.
A rare one — the kind where he didn’t have to deal with paperwork, patrols, or endless meetings.
So naturally, Narumi had one plan in mind: spend it at her place, relax a little, maybe tease her into cooking something for him -Oh how much he loved her cooking-
Except… the moment he opened her door, he froze.
The living room looked like a battlefield of textbooks, notes, and highlighters.
She sat in the middle of it all, hair tied up in a messy bun, frowning at a page like it had personally offended her.
He blinked once. Then twice.
“…You’re studying? On a weekend? Ew”
Without even looking up, she mumbled, “I have exams next week”
After a few seconds, she finally glanced up at him, clearly tired but trying to sound sweet.
“Come on, help me revise a bit-?”
He raised an eyebrow, already lifting his console from the bag he’d brought with him.
“Sorry,” he said, settling onto the couch. “Got more important missions to handle.”
And with that, the start screen lit up, music playing softly while he leaned back, completely relaxed — as if her desk wasn’t drowning in chaos two feet away.
She let out a soft, tired sigh. “There’s food in the fridge… if you get hungry, go heat it up” she murmured, barely looking up, and then turned back to her notes, diving into her studying in silence.
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The thing that annoyed him most about her was that she was way too nice sometimes.
She never argued, never snapped, never even scolded him.
And somehow, that made him feel unbearably guilty.
That was why he was now holding her book in his hands, forcing himself to help her revise while she tried to memorize what was written on the page.
“No, no, no. That’s wrong again. How do you manage to forget this every single time? ”
She huffed softly, clearly tired, just as she felt his hand suddenly takes hold of hers.
“…What are you doing?”
“writing it down,” he replied flatly.
Then, with messy, almost childlike handwriting, he began writing the answer directly onto her palm.
“So your stupid ass won’t forget it again.”
“Thank you,”
she said with a warm smile. She definitely wasn’t forgetting it anymore.
Open a random page in any book of mine (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
I was trying to make a signature for me and suddenly...ʕ º ᴥ ºʔ...how would Chuuya's signature look like ? So I started writing his name in different ways until I came up with this <(￣︶￣)> and now I can't stop writing it everywhere and anywhere
I didn't think I'd write for Gen anytime soon but I did ...and before writing for Chuuya !!!! ಥ╭╮ಥ I wish I can understand me someday (￣ヘ￣;)
She’d been spending the evening at her friend’s place, chatting about work and random nonsense, when her friend suddenly sighed dramatically.
“I haven’t seen my boyfriend in three days. I miss him so much.”
She laughed. “Three days? You’re so clingy. I haven’t seen Narumi in two weeks and we're perfectly fine.”
Her friend blinked, the mood shifting instantly. “…Two weeks? That’s not ‘fine,’ that’s neglecting him.”
“of course no, He doesn't care about these things anyway”
... right ?
And that's why she found herself in front of Narumi's door instead of hers
She opened the door and exactly as expected, Narumi was on the floor in front of the TV, controller in hand, eyes fixed on the screen. Completely unbothered.
See? She smiled to herself. Her chest loosened with a relieved little laugh. Her friend was just being dramatic. He was fine. Totally fine.
She sat beside him quietly, he didn’t even glance at her, just mumbled a soft “hey” before focusing back on the boss fight, Like he always does when focused in his gane
She waited. Watched his fingers move. Listened to the small frustrated huffs he always made when he played.
Everything was normal.
When the fight finally ended, she nudged him with a grin.
“At least offer me a soda, you know. Guest service is important.” she teased before looping her arms around him in a warm hug.
But Narumi flinched—hard.
The controller slipped from his hands.
And then… he trembled.
Not violently, but enough to feel it beneath her palms, enough to make her breath catch.
Her smile faded, concern blooming instantly in her chest.
I had a dream about Hoshina about two weeks ago. He was visiting my family's house for some reason, sitting in the living room with my father And I was peeking out through the door to get a glimpse of him .
Then my father went out and it was finally my chance to go talk to him. But NO ! I went inside looking for my hijab....WHAT KIND OF IDIOTS WERAS HER HIJAB IN A DREAM!? (╥﹏╥)
When I finally went to the living room he was already gone and I woke up a minute later ಥ╭╮ಥ
Sooo...I had a random dream yesterday, but I realized at some point that I was dreaming . so -like the smart girl I am- I asked for Hoshina to be there and ...tada ? He was there!
Even though I managed to get only a small hug before waking up but it was definitely worth it...he was as warm as I imagined...ಥ‿ಥ
