Shuri

Ms. Shuri at your service 20|ger.,eng.

[shurisdaydreams]

Stranded with fire

Portgas D. Ace x Reader

warnings: ooc (a bit, i think, idk can’t tell), slow burn, don’t know if i placed commas right (placed them like i would in german), Cringy!!! awkward moments

You were on a mission, sailing with a small crew under Captain Portgas D. Ace. As the ship’s doctor, your role was vital, but you hadn’t signed up for what came next.

The night came with no warning. A violent storm cracked across the skies and churned the sea into chaos. Waves slammed against the ship like fists, threatening to drag it under. Sea spray drenched the deck, and the salty wind howled.

“Ace, get inside!” you screamed, fighting to stay upright. But he didn’t respond. The ocean water had already weakened him. “damn alway these Devil Fruit users…” you complained.

Then, it happened.

A monstrous wave hit the ship broadside, nearly flipping it. Ace lost his footing and slipped over the edge.

“Ace!!” Without hesitation, you jumped after him, ignoring the panicked cries of your crewmates behind you.

You hit the water hard, the cold shock slamming the air from your lungs. The sea tugged at you, dragged you down, but you reached him, unconscious, limp in the water. You wrapped your arms around him, doing everything to keep both your heads above the waves, trying your hardest to stay alive.

But it was impossible. The light of the ship faded into darkness as exhaustion and water claimed your senses. And then everything went black.

You woke to sunlight burning your face. Coughing violently, you spit out seawater and gasped for air.

“Shit…” you rasped, trying to gather your strength. Every muscle ached, but panic drove you forward. “Ace?” you croaked, eyes scanning the empty shoreline. You forced yourself upright, wobbling like the undead.

You were alone.

No ship. No crew. No Ace.

A pit opened in your chest, already assuming the worst. Until something orange caught your eye. His hat. You stumbled toward it and picked it up with trembling hands.

“Please…” you whispered, then shouted. “Ace!!”

You pushed forward, yelling his name over and over until you finally saw him. His body lying still in the sand.

You dropped to your knees beside him. “Ace! Damn it, come on…” You pressed your ear to his chest.

Heartbeat. But no breath.

Without thinking, you launched into first aid, tilting his head back and starting mouth-to-mouth. One. Two—

He gasped and coughed up water violently.

“Fuck—what happened?” he choked, eyes fluttering open.

You exhaled in relief, flopping onto the sand beside him with a shaky laugh. “You scared the shit out of me…”

But then reality hit again. “We’ve got a problem,” you said. Ace was still groggy, looking around. “We’re stranded. No ship. No log pose.” You pointed at his wrist. “And unless you’ve hidden a Vivre Card in your underwear, we’re screwed.”

“Nope… must’ve lost both,” he muttered, sitting up. His eyes drifted over to you and lingered a little longer than usual. “But I’m not the only one who lost stuff.”

You blinked, then looked down—your clothes had been mostly torn off by the sea. All that was left was a bikini top and your shorts. “Oh… right. Great.”

Ace quickly looked away, ears turning red.

“seems like we have to wait for the others to pick us up with their vivre card”

“Well,” he said, grabbing his hat, “at least you’re with me. That means survival is guaranteed.”

You took his hand and smiled as he helped you up. “Let’s explore. Maybe we’re not as doomed as we think.” He says and you nod.

The island was wild and lush. Together, you went through dense forest, fought off beasts (Ace did), and found signs of life: water, fruits, animals. Enough to survive.

It almost felt like an adventure. You laughed more than you thought you would. Being with Ace made everything feel less terrifying. But you didn’t notice the eyes watching from the shadows, following you silently back to camp.

By dusk, you were building a campfire together. You nudged him with your shoulder. “I’m really glad it’s you I ended up stranded with.”

Ace tried to play it cool, but his heart skipped a beat. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, your fire powers? Super useful,” you teased.

Oof. You saw the flicker of disappointment in his eyes. He didn’t reply.

You smirked. “What? You happy to be alone with me or something?”

“Shut up,” he muttered, turning away with ears completely red now. “just go to bed” he lies down turning away from you.

You laughed softly as the night deepened and eventually fell asleep beside the fire.

Stranded on an island, with no log post or a vivre card, forced to wait for your crewmates… couldn’t get worse. Except for that part where you wake up tied to a wooden stake like a witch in the center of a strange village. Islanders circling around you, chanting something about a “sacrifice to the fire god.”

“What the actual f—” You didn’t even get to finish the sentence.

One of them approached with a torch, flame flickering closer and closer to your bound legs. Your heart pounded. This wasn’t a joke. You were about to burn.

You closed your eyes.

Then—

Boom.

A blast of heat surged past your face.

“Couldn’t stay out of trouble for one night, huh?”

Your eyes flew open.

“Ace!” you cried, relief flooding your entire body.

He stood there in all his fiery glory, flames crackling around his fists, eyes burning brighter than the torch that was meant to kill you.

“Time to return the favor,” he grinned.

The ropes burned away in a sudden flash of heat, but you didn’t feel pain. Only warmth. Ace’s flames licked at your bindings without touching your skin, as if they knew exactly what to avoid.

You looked up at him, breath caught in your throat, still stunned. He stood there, shirtless, soaked, yet burning like a god. One arm pulled you close by the waist, the other raised and ready to launch a fiery counterattack at the crowd of stunned islanders.

For a moment, everything was still.

Then chaos.

“Fire Lord!” one of them screamed. The rest dropped to their knees in worship, hands raised, heads bowed. “Fire Lord! Fire Lord!”

You blinked. “…What the hell?”

Ace was equally frozen, eyes darting between them and you. You leaned in, whispering, “I think… they think you’re the Fire Lord they summoned.”

His brows furrowed, and his nose scrunched in disbelief. “You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

“Just go with it,” you said quickly. “It’s better than getting sacrificed. You know I’m not big on the whole ‘violence first’ method.”

He sighed like you’d asked him to babysit a sea king. “Fine…”

With a roll of his eyes, but a small smirk twitching at the corner of his lips, he scooped you up effortlessly, making you yelp.

“What are you doing!?” you asked, cheeks flushing as he walked toward the ornate chair the villagers had brought forward.

“Not letting you out of my sight,” he said, tone serious, gaze straight ahead. But the moment he sat down and settled you in his lap, you could feel his muscles tense. He realized how long his hand had been on your waist and awkwardly moved it, looking off to the side like he’d just noticed the sky was interesting.

“They might try to take you again,” he mumbled an excuse.

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And there’s only one chair, right?” you teased.

That snapped him back into his usual self. His smirk returned. “Exactly. Unless you’d rather sit somewhere else?” He leaned in, voice low and hot against your ear. “Or is my lap just that distracting?”

You squirmed a little, pulse racing. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, but didn’t move.

The two of you were carried through the village on that chair like royalty, a full parade forming around you. Villagers danced and sang strange chants, but the words “Fire Lord” rang out clearly again and again. Even though you couldn’t understand the language, the reverence in their voices was unmistakable.

You looked around in awe. The village was primitive, sure, but not exactly uncivilized. Their clothes were simple, robes in earthy colors, and their homes were built with care. Still, it was clear this wasn’t any modern island.

Meanwhile, Ace remained sharp and alert, eyes constantly scanning the crowd for danger. His hand occasionally brushed against you as the chair wobbled, and though he didn’t say anything, his protective instincts were clear. He didn’t trust any of them…not yet.

Eventually, the procession stopped in front of a structure that looked like a ceremonial house. A raised pavilion with open sides, sheer curtains fluttering in the wind, and a circular bed in the center.

You both stared at it.

“They seriously think you’re their god,” you said, wide-eyed.

Ace looked at the stairs, then at you, deadpan. “Let’s just burn this place down and bolt.”

“Ace.”

“Kidding.” (…mostly.)

You hesitantly took his arm and started up the stairs together, aware of every eye watching. The silence was crushing. But when you reached the top platform, the crowd exploded into cheering and chanting again, as if your very presence confirmed their beliefs.

“Now what?” you muttered.

“No clue,” Ace replied, still watching them all closely.

Then came the line of villagers. One by one, they stepped forward, placing offerings at your feet: fruits, carved trinkets, bundles of cloth, even a small live animal (which Ace gently set free when no one was looking). It was overwhelming. Bizarre. And honestly… kind of hilarious.

“They’re serious about this,” you whispered.

“They really think I’m their Fire Lord…”

The rest of the day passed in a blur of dancing, music, and offerings. You started laughing at the absurdity of it all. Ace… not so much. He remained stone-faced, arms crossed, but you caught him watching you whenever you laughed.

By nightfall, the villagers dispersed, leaving you and Ace alone in the pavilion under a canopy of stars.

You sat on the edge of the large circular bed, legs dangling. Ace sat beside you, arms resting on his knees, frown still etched on his face.

“We should leave,” he said, his voice low.

You shook your head slowly. “I don’t think they mean harm.”

“They literally tried to roast you alive this morning.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think they can. Fire doesn’t hurt me… not when you’re around, right?” You turned your head, eyes soft as they met his.

He looked at you like he wanted to argue, but the words didn’t come. Just silence. And maybe a little awe.

“…You’re unbelievable,” he muttered.

You smiled. “So I’ve been told.”

Night fell slowly over the village, the firelight outside flickering against the silk curtains of your pavilion. The sounds of the drums and singing had died out, replaced by the quiet chirping of insects and the soft crash of waves far off in the distance. Moonlight beautifully shining into the pavilion.

You sat at the edge of the round bed, still stunned by the day’s madness. Ace stood by the open curtain, looking out over the village, arms folded tight across his chest.

“…You’re not gonna sleep?” you asked.

“I don’t sleep well when people are chanting my name like I’m some god,” he replied dryly.

You chuckled, but he didn’t.

“Ace, I don’t think they’re gonna hurt us. Not anymore. I mean they think your a god”

“That doesn’t mean I trust them.” He turned to you, his gaze lingering for a second longer than it should’ve. “Especially not after this morning.”

You felt the tension in the air shift, just slightly. Your heartbeat picked up. The memory of him pulling you into his lap came flooding back, and you suddenly found the pattern on the blanket extremely fascinating.

You cleared your throat and scooted back, trying to lie down like it was no big deal. “Well, if I’m gonna be sacrificed again, I’d rather be well-rested.”

Ace smirked. “Fair.”

But when he turned and walked toward the bed too, you froze.

You knew the bed was round. You knew it was the only one. But somehow you hadn’t fully processed what that meant until he sat down beside you.

Very close.

Too close.

You swallowed. “You, uh… you can take more space if you want.”

“I’m fine.” He stretched out one leg and leaned back on his arms, eyes on the sky. “Not like I’ve got a lot of options.”

You turned on your side, facing away from him, but you could still feel the heat of his body behind you. Fire user or not, he was always warm. Comforting. Safe. But now your thoughts weren’t exactly innocent.

You could feel every little brush every time your arm bumped his by accident, every shift of the blanket that moved the air between you. And neither of you said anything about it.

The next morning came far too soon.

You were both up early, standing at the edge of the pavilion as the villagers gathered once again. This time they weren’t chanting or singing.

Instead, one of them stepped forward solemnly and extended a small bundle wrapped in soft cloth. The fabric fell open to reveal

“…Are those baby clothes?” you asked, voice a pitch higher than normal.

The villager beamed and nodded enthusiastically, holding the tiny shirt up proudly.

You blinked. Then blinked again.

Ace stared at it, eyes wide in frozen panic.

There was a very long silence.

Then—foosh—a tiny puff of fire flashed in his hand, and the baby clothes were instantly incinerated, ashes fluttering down between you.

“Ace!” you hissed, grabbing his arm.

“They were weirdly confident! What else was I supposed to do?!”

The villager didn’t seem offended. In fact, they bowed and walked away as if that was somehow the correct response.

You covered your face with your hands. “Oh my god. They think we’re married, don’t they?”

“They think we’re parents,” Ace corrected, looking horrified.

From that point forward, everything was awkward.

If he accidentally brushed your hand? You jolted like you touched lightning.

If you sat too close? One of you would scoot away immediately, pretending it was “to reach something.”

Every look held too long felt like a declaration. Every accidental touch? A scandal.

You were way too obvious, too. You caught yourself staring at his jawline, his hands, the way he wiped sweat off his brow. And when he caught you? You looked away so fast it made you dizzy.

You couldn’t even meet his eyes without feeling your face burn.

And Ace? Well, he was trying to keep his cool. But you noticed the way his fingers twitched when you stood too close. How he avoided your gaze just a little too late. How the tip of his ears always, always, betrayed him.

“So,” you said later that day, poking a fruit with your knife at the edge of the pavilion, “still thinking we should burn the whole place down?”

He was lying on his back in the shade, one arm thrown over his eyes. “At this point, I might burn myself out of secondhand embarrassment.”

You tossed a fruit at him. “Coward.”

He caught it without looking. “You started this.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I started this? I’m not the one who sat me on their lap like a royal consort.”

“You didn’t complain.”

“…I hate that you’re right.”

Silence hung in the air, but not awkwardly. Only the distant sound of the ocean and some chirping birds filled the space between you.

Then, Ace cleared his throat, too casual to actually be casual, and said quietly, “would you be against it?”

You blinked, not even sure you’d heard him right.

He wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were on the sky, then the ground, then anywhere but you. He was fidgeting with the fruit in his hand like it had personally offended him.

You tilted your head slightly, squinting. “What?”

Ace shifted, scratching the back of his neck. His voice dropped, almost like he didn’t want the air to hear it.

“Like… being together. You and me.”

The words hit you harder than any storm wave. You just froze.

Knife still in one hand, half-cut fruit in the other, your brain completely short-circuited.

He glanced at you again, hopeful for a split second—but when you didn’t respond, didn’t even blink, his face fell.

“…Forget it,” he mumbled, eyes dark with embarrassment. “That was dumb. Nevermind.”

He looked up again, ready to awkwardly laugh it off. Until he saw you.

Stiff as a statue. Face glowing red like you were about to spontaneously combust. The fruit slipping slightly in your hand because you forgot how to grip things. The knife still hovering over it like your body forgot what it was doing halfway through.

“I—uh—I mean—” you stuttered, words catching in your throat as you avoided his gaze, looking around like the trees might offer a script.

Ace blinked. Then that slow, mischievous grin began to stretch across his face.

“Ohhh?” he said, voice dropping into a tease. “So you do like me?”

Your face somehow managed to get even redder.

“I never said that!” you burst out, panicked.

“You didn’t have to,” he grinned wider, now fully enjoying himself. “You’re stuttering. Blushing. Is that fruit shaking in your hand?”

“It’s not!”

“It’s definitely shaking.”

“I’m just—shut up!”

Ace chuckled, leaning a little closer, his elbows on his knees as he watched you squirm. “So, what would you have said? Hypothetically, if I did ask you out.”

You glared at him, then back at the knife in your hand, then tossed both it and the fruit dramatically to the side. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet, here you are. Still sitting next to me. Still red as a tomato.”

You groaned and dropped your face into your hands.

He laughed, softer now, eyes crinkling. Then, after a beat, his voice lowered again, quieter, more honest.

“But seriously… would you be against it?”

You peeked at him between your fingers, heart pounding. He wasn’t teasing now. Just watching you, eyes sincere and a little nervous.

You exhaled slowly. Then gave him the smallest, shyest smile.

“…Not against it.”

And for once, he was the one caught off guard, his grin faltering for a moment, replaced by something gentler. Something real.

He rubbed the back of his neck, ears pink. “Cool. Cool. Just making sure. You know… for future planning.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Future planning?”

“You know. Like which island we name the first kid after.” He teased.

“Ace!”

He doubled over laughing, dodging the fruit you chucked at him like it was second nature.

That night, the village was quieter than before. No chants. No drums. Just the crackling of the campfire in front of the pavilion and the sound of crickets in the trees.

You and Ace sat side by side on the edge of the bed, knees just barely touching, the soft silence lingering comfortably between you.

He stole a glance your way, then back down at his hands in his lap. You were doing the same. Only sneaking looks when you thought he wasn’t paying attention.

Then, his pinky brushed yours.

Neither of you moved.

Slowly, like gravity was pulling your hands together, his fingers found yours and gently, shyly, laced them together. You could feel the warmth of his skin, the roughness of callouses, and the careful hesitation behind the way he held your hand like it might vanish if he squeezed too hard.

You turned to him, breath catching, heart hammering.

He wasn’t looking at you, not at first. His eyes were on your hands. “Is this… okay?”

You nodded, almost whispering, “Yeah.”

His eyes lifted to meet yours, and for a second, the whole world slowed. He leaned in just slightly, gaze flickering to your lips and back to your eyes. He didn’t speak, didn’t rush it. Just that slow, silent question lingering in the air between you.

You tilted your head. Leaned in too. Your noses brushed.

And then—

Boom. A loud crash echoed through the forest followed by shouting from the far side of the village.

Both of you jumped, hands flying apart as you scrambled to your feet, wide-eyed.

Ace was already moving toward the edge of the pavilion, scanning the treetops. “What the hell was that?”

You followed him, nerves suddenly on edge again. The sweet, fragile moment shattered.

From beyond the trees, orange flames lit up the sky. Figures were running, shouting. The villagers were panicking.

Then, slicing through the night like a blazing comet, a massive figure came soaring above the treetops — Marco.

“ACE!” his voice echoed as he dove down, blue flames trailing behind him.

“Marco?!” you gasped, heart leaping.

Ace’s eyes widened. “They finally found us!”

Moments later, your crewmates came crashing through the forest edge, swords drawn, fire and smoke at their backs. Apparently, the search party had mistaken the tribe’s strange setup as hostile and a fight had broken out before things could be explained.

Ace raised his hands. “We’re okay! We’re okay!” he yelled, moving in front of you to shield you just in case.

Marco landed with a thud and looked between you two, eyes narrowing. “What the hell happened? You were worshipped or something?”

“long story…” Ace muttered, already rubbing the back of his neck, awkward again.

The islanders, seeing Marco’s flames, bowed once more, shouting something in their language and clearly assuming he was some other deity.

You facepalmed. “Please, let’s just go.”

Back on the ship.

You sat on the edge of the deck, wrapped in a dry blanket, the island slowly disappearing behind you. The crew had finally calmed down, laughing and poking fun as usual.

You and Ace sat together in silence again, both staring out at the horizon. Hands not touching. Not saying anything. The moment from before was still hanging between you, untouched and unspoken.

You shifted a bit closer, voice soft.

“…Let’s not tell the others.”

He blinked, looking your way, confused, maybe a bit disappointed too.

“Not now. They’d be annoying about it.”

Ace smirked, clearly amused. “You mean Marco would never shut up about it.”

“And Thatch would probably throw a party.”

“And everyone wouldn’t shut up about it”

You nodded. “Exactly.”

Another quiet beat passed before he leaned a little closer, brushing his shoulder against yours, not by accident this time.

“But,” he said with a small smile, “we’re not pretending it didn’t happen, right?”

You smiled back, heart skipping. “No. Just… keeping it between us. For now.”

He looked out at the sea again, quietly. Looking up you stared at his face, mesmerized. Then you smiled putting one hand on his cheek, making him face you. Before leaning closer, giving him a quick kiss and immediately pulling back, pretending nothing happened just in case someone was nearby.

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Waayyy different writing style from what i used in the past but it’s been ages since i wrote a fanfic. Kinda tried to copy other writing styles

[shurisdaydreams]

Dr. Stone Headcanons

again

theme: valentines day

genre: fluff

Modern world

Included characters: -Senku Ishigami -Gen Asagiri -Tsukasa Shishio -Ryusui Nanami

_____________________ Senku Ishigami

"valentines day?" senku repeated. You nodded hecticly. "How stupid" He said. You gasped "Oh my! valentines day is a beautiful day for giving presents especially for teenagers who want to confess their love to their cush but then they see the popular person of the school confesses their love first. Thinking that their crush would accept the populars persons confession the teenager left putting thier present they made back in their bag. then it suddenly starts to rain but because they didn't expect rain for such a romantic day they didn't bring an umbrella. 'the day couldn't get any worse' they thought, ready to go through the rain. Then suddenly he heard someone screaming 'wait!!!' and-" "yea yea I get it. you've been watching too many romance animes" he interrupted you not looking at you and only caring for his science work. Now you were in a bad mood. You didn't wanted to distrub his work since he would get annoyed at you, so you just stared at he wall. 'Stupid Senku' you thought Senku gave you a worried look. He sighed. You snapped out of your thoughts as you saw Senku holding a bunch of chocolates and a stuffed toy in front of your face. "I asked Yuhuza and Gen what I should get you" you looked at him but he avoited eyecontact. You laughed as you saw his reddened cheeks. "Thank you" you said and jumped at him to give him a thigh hug. You both fell. Laying on the floor you still didn't let go of him. He just patted your head. "Lets go on a date!" you said and finally lifted your head. After senku agreed you bought hin to a cafee that just got new opened. "Oh yea didn't you say that valentine day is a day where you give others presents?" You flinched. Senku smiled dangerously. It was hard to avoid eyecontact since he sat in front of you. You still tried to look away and sipping your tea but you could feel his glaze. "So, what present did you get me?" he asked and smiled. "i... forgot... hehe" you nervously said while fidgeting with your fingers and the cup. Then a idea hit you. You stood up, making Senku wonder, you pulled his shirt and kissed him. Senku couldn't hide his surpised face. Just after you licked your lips he snapped back to reality. "next time I will get you a better present" you said and sat down. Senku sipped his caffee again "Thats enough for me" he said. "oh yea by the way I dont like coffee" you said. Senku just gave you a irratated look. you pointed at your lips. "Your caffee." Senku just laughed. "oh man your really stupid" "heyyy!! I'm not! i just wanted to let you know that" Senku couldn't stop laughing "yea sure netxt time I will eat cake before we kiss" your face turned a little red and you smiled at his response. 'You two are such a cute couple I envy you!' stood on the back of the receipt. You looked around and one of the waitresses smiled at you and giving you a thumbs up sign. You smile back.

____________ Gen Asagiri

You were waiting for Gen until someonewas covering your eyes. "guess who?" a feminine voice said. You were wondering who it may could be because you weren't familiar with that voice. Then you noticed the scent of flowers. "gen?" you asked. "who did you notice?" you asked and removed his hands. "you smell like flowers" you explaint. "flowers? right. I often work with flowers in my magic shows" he said. "oh right I have somethink for you." you said and pulled out smal bag of heartshaped cookie. you gave them Gen "here for you" He took a cookie and took a bite. "better than expected" he said. "huh? 'better than expected' what do you mean" you said a bit mad at him for not believing in your baking skills. He just put a cookie in your mouth so you couldn't talk. "salty..." you noticed. You sighed and then took the cookies back. "I'm gonna make new ones!" you said. Gen just smiled and took the cookies back again. "no no I'm gonna eat them all." You tried to get them back again but he dodged, while eating the cookies. "No stop!" after a while you were exhaused. Gen just silently eating. "I hate you..." you said out of breath. "love you too" you got annoyed. He noticed your bad mood and grabbed your hand. He dragged you somewhere "where are we going?" You asked. He just stayed quite. "and here we are. The new opend Cat-caffee!" You got all excited and your eyes where sparkling. All the cat where avoiding Gen. "naw that makes me sad..." he said. You just laughed. "It's probably because of your flower scent Cats dont like them." you said. After you two were chilling in that caffee you went to your house because Gen wanted to show you how to really bake. "ok lets check the ingredients" Gen said. And you nooded. "200g unsalted butter" he read from his paper "is here" "200g golden caster sugar" "umm ah yea is also here" " 1 large egg and half a tablespoon vanilla extract" "Jup!" "and 400g plain flour" "yea" "ok he have everything. 'Put the butter in a bowl and beat it with electric beaters until soft and creamy. Beat in the sugar, then the egg and vanilla, and finally the flour to make a dough. If the dough feels a bit sticky, add a little bit more flour and knead it in.'" You did it step by step like he said. while he was watching you. He wanted to help but since you said you're going to do it by yourself He just stared at you. "ok and next?" you asked and he snapped back to reality. "umm 'Heat the oven to 200C/180C fan/gas 6. Pull pieces off the dough and roll them out to about the thickness of two £1 coins on a floured surface. The easiest way to do this with small children is to roll the mixture out on a baking mat. Cut out shapes using a 9cm biscuit cutter, or a use the rim of a small glass and peel away the leftover dough around the edges. Press some clean toys gently into the biscuits, making sure you make enough of a mark without going all the way through. Re-roll off-cuts and repeat' " he read loud. "and now in the oven right?" "yea for 8-10 minutes" he said and you did as he said. after 9 minutes you took the biscuits out. You let then cool for 5 minutes. "they taste... good?" you said impressed by your self. "hey Gen try the-" you saw that he fell asleep on the couch. You smiled soft and went into your room to get a blanket. Then you took the plate of cookies and sat next to him.

_________________ Tsukasa Shishio

"Tsukasa!!!" you called his name and waved your hand. As soon as he saw you he came straight torwards you. "(name), what are you doing here?" he asked. You noticed that he was sweating and gave him a towel. "I came to see you. how long do you still have training?" You asked him. "ends in a hour" your look on your face turned sad. "but I can finish it now if you want me to" and back was your happyness. that was anwer enough. "ok I go and tell my choach. Oh yea I'll also go showering quickly. Wait outside here is it too stuffy I come in 10 min." "roger!" you said and went outside. After five minutes some weird dudes came. It was afternoon but they were already drunk. You gave then a disgusted look as they were approaching you. "hey girly. are you waiting for someone?" one asked. you ignored them. "maybe she need a better accompaniment" "yea how about we take her with us and have some fuuun" he got close to your face and the alcohol smell got stonger. These men annoyed you so damn much. You wanted to punch them and stab a knife inside their chest. But right now you were deffenseless. "Heyy you we're talking to you!!!" He took your wraist. you just sared at him. The more you saw them  more they disgusted you. "Girl why are giving us such a dirty look, hah?" "we should give her a lession" one laughed and wanted to punch you. You flinched and chlosed your eyes. "AHHHHH" a loud scream. I opends my eyes and saw Tsukasa who was gabbing that mens arm... brocken arm. with just a grip tsusaka really broke an adults arm. And it took him only a minute to completly destroy them. "come lets go" tsukasa said "yea right" you two were walking in arkward silence. "Tsukasa... are you mad?" you broke the silence first. "of couse I am they dared to touch something thats mine" You stopped walking and he hecticly turned around. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" he didn't continue. He just stared at you. You were holding your red face. Your eyes were sparkling. "I... I am so happy right now" you smiled brightly. "'happy'?" Tsukasa repeated your words confused. You grabbed his hand. "Come lets go! we have to be there before it starts." you said and dragged him. "You said you're happy" "I am" you said. "why?" you looked at him softly "because you said I am 'yours' that makes me really really happy" "but I said 'something'" he felt bad. "don't worry. I don't care about something like this. You didn't said it on purpose" He felt a bit better and smiled back at you. "also you're the only person I allow to call me an object" Tsukasa still felt bad about that but your smile was so warm that he forgot about these things. "Look we've arrived!" You pointet at the beautiful few. You two were on a hill with view on the harbor. Nobody else was there just you two. You packed out the picnic. "thats what you was carring all the time. I was already wondering" "yea I made strawberry Sandwich" you said proud. Tsukuna and you sat down and ate the Sandwichs. "there good how did you make these" that what you've waited for "first you need 1 tablespoon reduced-fat cream cheese, ¼ teaspoon honey, ⅛ teaspoon freshly grated orange zest, 2 slices very thin whole-wheat sandwich bread and 2 medium strawberries, sliced. then you just combine cream cheese, honey and orange zest. and put it one the bread with the strawberrys" you explaint and he wrote it down. "for your sister?" You asked. "yea she said she whated to learn how to cook" "i can teach her!" you said. "you will??" he looked excited. You knew how much his sister ment for him. You even saw how happy he was when she got healed by dr. Senku You too were happy for him and his sister. "sure it'll also give me an excuse to come by" you laughed. "what do you mean you can always come by just like today" he said. "no no" you said and and made a cross with your indexfingers."today is a special day!" Tsukasa just gave you a confused look. "Valentines day!" "oh its today..." you said. "aand I also don't like it to interrup your training. I did it today just because its a 'special' day" you explaint. "as long as I am with you everyday is a special day" Tsukasa just said and made you flushed. You couldn't response. Tsukasa just stared at you. or more at your lips. then he suddenly pulled you into a kiss. You layed on the ground and Tsukasa on top of you. he stared at you. it made you a bit nervous. "T-tsukasa? whats wrong?" you asked. "nothing its just... you're the most beautiful being" your cheeks turned red. you gasped as you saw behind him. "Tsukasa, Tukasa the sunset!!" Tsukasa also turned around to see it. The sky was dyed in beautiful colors. "yea whats with the sunset?" he asked half numb. "your reaction should be 'oh (name) you are so right the sunset is so beautiful. I'm so happy that you bought me here'!!!" you said. "like I said you are the most beautiful being on earth" he repeated and made you blush again. "But I am really happy to spent my time with you. so im am lucky that you bought me here" "hm? (name)?" Tsukasa whispered but you already fell asleep. He was watching you. Then he decided to pack the stuff back in the picnick basket, after he kissed you on your cheek and patted you. He forgot where you lived so he just bought you to his own home.

_________________ Ryusui Nanami

Ryusui texted you that he wanted to go to a date since it was valentines day. So you got ready and took your present with you. You went to the meeting place where you usually met him when you two to went out. he wasn't there jet, you've been 10 minutes to early so it was not surprising. you were in your thoughs as your vision suddenly went black. Someone put something over your face so you couldn't scream. 'A kippnapping?' You thought. "m'lady please don't scream" a familiar voice said. You reconized their voice "Francois?" They lead you in a car and drove you somewhere. Francois forbid you to take of that thing that was covered your eyes. After a while you seemed to arrived. Francois lead you out of the car, being careful so you wouldn't hurt yourself. You heard a too familiar voice calling your name "my godness (name) finally arrived" Ryusui shouded. You smile soft. Since the bildfold still covered your eyes you didn't know where exactly he was. You just tried to smile in the direction where his voice came from. "so are you going to tell me why you brough me here?" You asked. He just said "You'll see" and grabbed your hand. He dragged you somewhere and you felt really really unsafe. You would've felt safer if it was Francois who lead you. But it was Ryusui You didn't know if you would ran against a tree or strumble over a rock. To your luck you arrived safe without much complains. Ryusui removed your blindfold and after a half hour you could finally see again. The sun dazzelted and you needed your time to get used to the light. the first thing yo saw was Ryusui and he was wearing a suit then you saw behind him. Your eyes weidend as you saw a huge ship. "this is your valentines present" Ryusui said and smiled. "WAIT WHAT?!" you screamed. "I could never accept this present!!!" you said quickly. "hmm i knew it" He said and with a snap of his fingers Francois came and brought a huge teddy bear. It was bigger than yourself. Francois also brought 10 packs of chocolate. "Wait no-" Ryusui shutted you quit as he put his finger on your lips. "accept at least that present" He whisperd in your ear. "arghh fine I take it. But I will go and get a better present for you!!" you said and wanted to leave to buy something better. "such beautiful red tulips" You turned around and saw that he was aready holding your present. Your face turned red. "Ahh noo give it back" you said and tried to take your present back. But since he was taller he just held it up and you couldn't grab it. the sight of the flushed (name) who was desperatly trying to get you present back enjoyed him. He burst into laugher. You took the chance and grabbed the chocolate and the bouquet of red tulpils. You wanted to leave but Ryusui grabbed your waist and pulled you into a kiss. Your cheeks got reddened again. Ryusui took the handmade chocolate you made him while still hugging you and took a bit. "doesn't taste as good as a luxery one" he said and you tried to push him away. "but I still prefere yours a million times more" you got flushed and looked away. "you really make it hard for me to hate you" you mumbled. Ryusui grinned. "Francois sent my presents to (names) house" he said and you gave him a confused look. He just grinned and carried you in bridal style. He took you into the ship and gave you a room where you should get into a dress. The dress had so much fabric and it was fluffy. It made you feel like a royalty. "Ryusui? you there?" you asked knowing he would wait infront of the door. "yea somthing wrong?" he said worriedly. "I need your help to zip the back." "is it really okay if i wear such a beautiful dress?" you asked. "sure i bought it for you" he said and ziped your dress. you turned around to face him giving him a 'seriously?' look. "just kidding i borrowed it" he lied. You knew that he was lying but just sighed. "Ryusui. You don't need to spent that much money on me" "but I want to and thats because I. Love. You" he whispered in your ear letting you flinch. Your face turned red again. "come lets go" he dragged you by your hand again. You two arrived in a huge ballroom. It was all shiny and everywhere were red roses. "and? amazed?" you only nooded not being able to answer probably. "my queen are you willing to dance with me" he asked and kissed the back of your hand. "yes" you said over happily. "m'lady could it be that you are stepping on my foot on purpose?" he asked. you only laughed "my revenge for that what happened with the presents" "oh right you gave me red tulips does it has a deeper meaning?" You looked away. "eternal love..."you said quitly "huh i didn't hear you" he teased you. "the red tulips mean eternal love in the language of flowers!!" you said louder. your face got redder. Ryusui gasped "does that mean you want to marry me?!" "maybe..." you said flushed.