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Rin loves biting things. No matter what it isâ the second itâs in his vicinity and Rin is oh-so sureee that nobody is watching him heâll start nibbling on it. Whether it be the hem of his football jersey or the stick of a popsicle, trust me when I say that itâll definitely be coated in his drool when heâs done with it.
This habit of his even extends from shirts and sticks to you. A living breathing person.
You like to refer to yourself as one of Rinâs victims. One of his many victims.
Occasionally, when you're casually scrolling on your phone, not really paying any attention to your surroundings Rin will sneak up on you. Stand still for a second while he watches you in your element. His eyes narrow before he goes in for a taste.
You feel Rins tongue drag across your neck, preparing the area and before you can even let out a soundâ
Chomp.
Heâll bite down.
âSeriously Rin, what are you doing?â You sigh as you close your phone.
Still with his teeth sunk into your skin he tries to string together a sentence. As if you can understand him. âAhm bihin yuâ (Iâm biting you).
âAnd why are you biting me?â
âAhm juhf hunghrâ (Iâm just hungry).
However Rin's unexpected yet adorable biting habit can be of help at times. Regardless of how perverse it is. You reached the conclusion that Rinâs problem isnât biting but actually a need for oral stimulation. Even if that stimulation comes from rather lewd ways, anywayâ
His little quirk even shines through during his countless matches. Itâs something heâs well known for at this pointâ âthe sticking out his tongue when he becomes extremely focusedâ thing he does.Â
A chuckle would typically escape your lips when youâd see the expressions of Rinâs teammates and foes alike morph into that of distress. Either at the magnificent performance heâs about to pull off or that his tongue is hanging out in the open.
One day you hope to gather up everybody whoâs gone through remotely anything that has to do with Rin and his mouthâ biting, his tongue slipping out or all the harsh words he spews out and form a âVictims of Itoshi Rinâ alliance. Fingers crossed that itâll be enough to put an end to his reign of terror.
playfighting with rin, but he ends up tasting your blood - ăă«ăŒăăăŻ
maybe he was sleeping right now? hm . . .
from what you could see, rin was face down laying on the couch, his body evenly rising and falling. hm . . . maybe he was sleeping. so what are you going to do?
shuffle . . . shuffle . . .
oh. . .? are you . . . going to attack him awakâ
âgah! what the fuck!â rin immediately yelped himself awake from the feel of you pouncing on top of him. you did in fact attack him awake.
you giggle, straddling him on the small of his back, your thighs digging into his hips. you reach your arms forward, pressing your palms into his shoulder blades.
âhey there!â you beam.
âget. off,â he grumbled.
ânope!â you pressed your palms more strongly into his back, causing him to make a muffled wincing noise.
rin pushed himself up, causing you to fall backwards off of him. he immediately turned over his shoulder, looking at you like you killed a litter of kittens.
he twisted his body to face you fully, his narrowed eyes boring into you. âcan you not disturb me when i sleep?â he scoffed.
âokay, okay,â you reply dismissively. âbutâ firstââ you pounced back toward him, causing him to topple backward, spine hitting the armrest.
ây/nââ his breath hitched, his hands immediately reaching out grip your wrists.
he pushed your arms off him to be suspended in between you two, causing you to gruffly struggle. you kept wriggling your body, his gaze absurdly unimpressed. as well as his grip firmly strong â what were you even trying to accomplish here, play wrestling with a professional athlete?
you settled firmly in his lap, finally giving up on trying to tease him.
untilâ
with a sudden flurry of seconds, rinâs hands moved to your back, pulled you more flush against him, causing your breath to startle slightly andâ
BONK!
your nose clunked right into his face, the force giving you immediate whiplash. instinctively you slapped a hand over your lower face. your head swiveled, and you could only faintly see the off guard expression on rinâs face.
âshitâ are you okay?â rin frantically sputtered.
âyup,â you immediately muffled, clearly not okay.
rinâs hand moved to grab your wrist, lightly guiding it away from your face â with you of course letting him.
and, as rin expected, you were not okay. in fact, blood was dappled along the space by your top lip.
âtsk. idiot, did you not ever learn about honesty?â he sighed.
âdid you ever learn how to be gentle?â you gruffly retorted, your tone nasally due to your nostrils flaked with blood.
âwhatever. you literally started this.â
âhmph.â
âhmph.â
you two looked right into each otherâs widened eyes for a few quick fleeting beats. the only sound that filled the silence were your heartbeats and uneven breathing.
then, rin, with brief hesitance, curiously brought a hand to your face, the pads of his pointer and middle finger swiping a splotch of blood up. all that was left behind was a faint smear just under your nose.
âhâhuh?â you breathe, confused by the odd contact.
rinâs eyes flickered with something unreadable â a quick dim that just barely went noticed by you. it looked like he was . . . contemplating something.
. . .
rin brought the two fingers to his mouth, taking them past his lips so his tongue could swirl up the blood.
. . .
ârârin! you gross idiâ!â
âshush.â he pressed a finger to your lips, his tone way too sassy for your liking.
you stilled under the contact of him, feeling completely stunned at what you just saw him do. after a couple more moments of him observing your compliance, he pulled his finger away, a faint glimmer quirking in his irises.
âwas just seeing if you taste as bad as you behave,â he scoffed, appearing unamused and impatient. ânow get off â for real this time. youâll have to go to the washroom to deal with that.â
you let out a huff of laughter, momentarily frozen from his absurd choice of words. âyou just tasted my blood!â
rin itoshiâs face reddened â clearly and obviously regretting what he did. âit was impulse! god! just get off of me!â he groaned defensively, shoving you off of him.
gosh. all you wanted to do was playfight.
â ââ§Â°đČÖŒđą
áá||á âȘâč - north by clairo
a//n remember when i said no rin fluff? i lied.. its my nicotine
⥎ looking through bf!fratkunaâs highschool yearbook
you first saw it around 10 minutes ago when he held open the door to his room for you. right on his nightstand below his hanging spider-man lamp youâd gotten him for his birthday, probably using the hard cover as a coaster.
and now youâd unfortunately have to admit curiosity had struck you. so now, the moment he goes downstairs to rummage through the frat houseâs cabinets for snacks, youâve hooked your finger on the hard edge. you do it so quietly like youâre worried if you make the faintest peep heâll come running up here.
as soon as you hear his distinctly angry voice yelling at gojo downstairs for something, just muffled enough you canât hear exactly what, you start to flick through the pages.
you have to hold back an excited squeal when you land on the page for the âsâ names of the seniors, eyes darting across the paper till you find his photo. you actually do squeal then.
his face is just as grumpy as you remember it, clearly not changing with time in any way. heâs dressed in a stark black polo with the collar fully buttoned up, which youâre assuming he was forced into, considering how adamant he is against it now. his pink hair is slicked back with even thicker gel than he uses now with more of a fade than you remember, tapering to black at the underside of his neck. the most jarring, or rather different thing is the lack of facial tattoos he has. he almost looks weird without the ink scattered across his cheekbones and forehead. the ones streaming across his arms are still present, though.
you fumble to take your phone out your pocket and get a picture, snapping it as quickly as you can.
then, you flip to the pages at the back, the âsenior classâ oneâs with all the photos of he and his classmates. thereâs one with all students lined up on the gym bleachers, and him with a foul grimace and staring directly at the camera like he wants to kill the photographer.
then thereâs a couple from the culinary class section. and you swear your face drops seeing his face, smiling, dicing up vegetables. you swear this is the happiest youâve ever seen his face, second only to the time when yuji tripped and skimmed his knee while you two were babysitting himâwhich made him burst out into actual laughter, and actual laughing tears.
you canât help but smile seeing him like this, before snapping another picture and turning to the back to see if he had any signatures. you expect for them to be blank, assuming if you asked him heâd say âthatâs trivial. why would i care about those maggotsâ names?â in his deep voice with a genuine grimace while recollecting.
well, before you can even gaze upon the page, youâre startled by the sound of his door clicking open.
you fling the heavy book closed and off your lap before you can even think as you jump.
he stares at the cover, face up lying on the hardwood floor, flicks his eyes back to you in your embarrassed state, then drops the bags of chips heâs brought up onto his dresser to pick his yearbook up from the floor.
he stares down at it like he wants to crush it then and there before asking, âdid you see my photo?â
ââŠyes.â you say, looking up at him from his bed.
he stares back at you, then forms his hand into a point and walks towards you.
âyou will forget it. you will forget my quote, my photo, myââ
âOH MY GOSH I FORGOT TO CHECK YOUR QUOTE!â
you reach your hand out to try and grab for the book before his other hand grabs at your wrist midair, and holds the book above his head.
âno. i am going to burn this.â
âwhyyyyy?â you whine staring up at him while he watches unamused. âyou look cute!â
âi look weak. feeble and homely.â he deapans, but still flustered saying it, turning his face away from yours. âyou shouldnât see me that way.â his tan skin flushes a deep pink.
he grabs the chips off his dresser before tossing them over to you, then yanking open his bottom drawer and slamming the book shut in it.
âwhat? you wanna look all strong in front of me?â you tease from his bed while he scoffs and rolls his eyes.
âyouâre my girlfriend,â he says, before hopping onto his bed and yanking your lazing body on top of his, still with his face away from you in embarrassment. âiâd prefer to.â
âdo you not want me to see cause some girl signed it?â you ask, knowing fully well he was a virgin with no history of a relationship before he met you, claiming he was âtoo good for those girlsâ.
he groans, now staring into your eyes, clearly annoyed.
âmy nickname in school was âfuture cannibalâ, do you truly believe i had women fawning over me?â he deadpans while you burst into laughter, dropping your head into the crevice of his neck.
âwith all that hair gel i guess not.â you joke.
âyouâll find that funny until i find your yearbook and spread those photos around.â
someone save me from my sukuna brainworm heâs overtaking me
content: fluff, hurt/comfort, reverse comfort, non-sexual intimacy, bathing/washing, sharing a bed, cuddling, undefined relationship, kakashi has attachment issues, flashbacks, ptsd symptoms, kissing, kakashi is slightly clingy, minor character study
w/c: 2.4k words
ËËË art credit: @sso_s__ on twitter
the latch on your window lifted without so much as a click. the cool gusts of night air precede kakashi, as one of his hands settled against the windowsill, swiftly followed by the quiet sweep of his sandals. he lands on your floorboards. the wood beneath his feet never creaked when he dropped himself off through your window with practised ease. the same way you never bothered to look up when the sounds of a shutting window that you never opened reacquainted themselves with your ears.
though tonight, he didn't veer any further than the spot he landed on. he simply settled, almost as if anchored to it.
the ninja in your room remained crouched, with his breathing slow and heavy. his mask and uniform were desecrated with dirt, and defiled with dried blood. whether it was his own or that of another's, you couldn't completely tell. kakashi seems more like a walking riddle than a man right now, with his eyes fixed to the floor, staring idly at the space between his feet. he lacked the piercing glances one might expect an anbu-nin scanning for danger to have. at best, he seemed contemplative, and at worst, he seemed dejected. your own feet meet the floor, sacrificing the warmth of your bed on a pursuit to conduct a more personal investigation.
kakashi indulges your curiosity. he doesn't move away from you, not a single inch. your sight is first greeted with tufts of white hair, stained with whatever the crude world decided to mark him with. he still doesn't move when you bend your knees slightly, reaching downwards to grasp his shoulders. you can feel him shiver at your touch.
he still makes a battle out of looking at you, still appearing insistent on staring at the floor. it felt like the dark circles painted under his eyes, with exhaustion rooted deep into his flesh, were weighing his own gaze down. it only ceases when your handâas soft as everâgrips the underside of his chin and guides his head upwards.
neither of you spoke. you both didn't need to. and for that, kakashi felt thankful. he withdrew, and often made it a statement to push people away, should he suffer even more loss. he didn't want the weight of grief to grow heavier on his shoulders, as strong as they were. but even so, he couldn't help visiting you when the sun fell, and the moon rose. it felt natural. kakashi couldn't help but to be selfish.
you were his sanctuary. his comfort. his, and his alone.
he tried not to take advantage of your kindness. the time between each of his visits would grow longer and longer, but like a moth to a flame, he would always find himself at your place. he reckons it's some form of self-punishment, but it doesn't feel like that when the lights of your room entice him to come in and make himself feel at home. it doesn't feel like self-punishment when you show him a night's tenderness after a day's terror. the pilgrimages he takes to see you are wrought with pain and isolation, and yet, he doesn't have any regrets taking that troublesome trip.
"come." your voice falls like rain on parched soil.
his heart flutters at the sound of your command. he finally rises, revealing the full extent of his height. the hand you once had on his chin is now holding his hand, tugging it. you guide him to your bathroom, and he follows obediently.
kakashi's towering frame has become the centerpiece in your bathroom. his figure emanates strength and power, though the sullen energy that radiates from him tells you the opposite. you stand on your tip-toes to unclasp his mask, but your emergency inches of spare height simply aren't enough. in an act of mercy, kakashi leans forwardsâhis face coming closer to yours. he could have very well taken it off himself, but he finds pleasure in your care. he wants you to do it.
pale hair tickles your face. you can hear a tinny sigh held back by his porcelain mask. your fingers slip beneath the strap at the back of his head, and with a snap, the mask is freed from his face. it's merely one of many masks that kakashi has at his disposal.
this porcelain mask conceals kakashi, the shinobi.
and the additional fabric mask beneath conceals kakashi, the man.
he allows you to see him for what he is. he allows you to slide the cloth off his face and draw it away completely. in exchange, you allow him to live without the need to shield himself. you do not gawk at him, nor do you marvel over seeing the face that is the subject of conjecture. you let him be.
"may i?"
it's hard to say no to you. he nods his head without a second thought.
you continue to break him down, with your hands moving to the fastenings at his shoulders where straps kept his armoured vest in place. one clasp loosened, then the other. undone, the armour clinked as it dropped to the floor, next to the mask. it carried the weight of his job; of every mission he survived; and every order he had followed. and now, it was left on your floor.
holster. kunai. sword. arm guards.
one by one, they were all quick to accompany each item after the next into the growing pile of items that burdened kakashi, until all there was left were clothes.
the fabric of his suit folds in on itself as you pull it down. it reveals a muscular carving of skin that's bruised in some places, and scarred in others. he's stood in your bathroom, wearing nothing but his underwear. piece by piece, you had been chipping away at your anbu-nin until all that was left was a man underneath.
and that was the standard whenever he came over. the outside world didn't matter. his names, titles, responsibilities, everything. it got left behind on your bedroom window, and it would be waiting for him at the break of dawn. but for a few hours, but for now, he could be as close to normal as this world allows. he could seek comfort from a person with flesh, instead of talking to an unanswering, cold stone.
with the lightest touch, your knuckles smooth a trail against his torso as you look for injuries. a lot of the old bruises you saw on his last visit have healed, which brings you relief. you can hear your own voice in the back of your head telling him to be careful. maybe he really did listen to your nagging. it makes you smile a little.
"clean yourself up. you need it, kakashi. how about i prepare something for you to eat while you're here? you must be hungry." you suggest.
you have always offered kakashi the freedom to shower alone, but as he stands in front of the running shower, he almost looks pained at the offer. it's nearly comical. kakashi, crowned with the moniker of 'friend killer,' is looking at you as if you've kicked one of his ninken. the same anbu captain who could walk alone into enemy lines without fear, was finding the prospect of being alone more daunting than any mission assigned to him.
your heart aches.
"i know you don't want to be alone⊠but you know i won't be far, kakashi."
"will you come back?"
you're surprised at how easily that question comes out of his mouth. as if it doesn't go against his moral fibre. he spent years convincing himself that solitude was the safer option, and yet, he wants you to be around. even if it's just for a shower that won't last past a couple of minutes.
"of course i will, kakashi. always."
he doesn't break eye contact while you speak. you end up breaking it with the turn of your body anyways, but you can still feel his stare searing into your back.
"kakashi." your voice is firm. "i'll be here."
and he believes you.
blood, blood, blood.
without anybody to shield him from the danger that is his mind, it's easier for him to be swept by threats of the past trickling into his present. every droplet of water that falls on his trembling skin is red in his head. blood, blood, blood. he can taste the iron in his mouth, he can feel its ugly, warm viscosity seeping into his flesh and staining his skin. it won't go away. the blood he bears for the sins he committed outside have followed him into your fortress of sanity, and it's all his fault. it won't go away.
with his sunken head in his hands, and with the warm water falling onto his hair, kakashi doesn't even realise that tears are falling down his face. he thinks the sound of the shower is loud enough to conceal the sounds of him sobbing, but when he hears the bathroom door open, he knows that's not true, and he knows that he can't hide from you any longer.
his vision is obscured, covered by a film of watery saltiness that makes the world around him seem blurry. he can make out a shape that vaguely resembles you through the tears. he blinks once through his tears, blinks twice, and feelings of safety wash over him as you come into clarity.
cooking for him would have to wait. you don't care about the fact that you're getting your clothes wet when you reach out to him, arms outstretched. his soaking body clings onto you, with strong arms securing you with a brace that so tight, that it echoes his deepest fear: that you will leave him alone again.
"i'm here, kakashi," you whisper in his ear. "it's alright. i'm here."
you don't care how many times you have to repeat this consolation. it would be true each and every time.
the dried blood from the latest mission rinses off his skin, and pours into the drain. when you're around, the blood actually goes away. he feels absolved of his guilt when you're scrubbing it away with a soapy washcloth. his brain cannot bother him with the final screams of whoever he was tasked to kill, so long as your sweet voice continues to hum the tune that he's begun to memorise on each of his visits.
kakashi hated the smell of drawn blood. it was sharp, metallic, and invaded his nose until he could smell nothing else. he's come to relish in your scent, though. right now, it was your shampoo. it smells like sweetness, like comfort, like homeâlike everything he dreams of when he's out on a mission. a low, rumbling purr vibrates in his chest as your fingers scratch along his scalp. he could stay like this forever.
but when the warm water stops, and when he feels your hands leave his hair, he lets out something of a groan. a dissatisfied one. your lips pressing against the nape of his neck serve to soothe him.
âsorry, kakashi," you speak between soft kisses. "let's get up and get dressed, yeah?â
he doesn't speak, but you know he's listening because he allows you to pat him dry with a towel. his eyes had drifted shut in the shower, but he still doesn't open them, despite the fact that the shower is over. he didnât need to see. not when you were there to watch his back.
"heads up." you warn.
for the first time in a while, kakashi feels himself smiling, even if it's just a small one. you're patting his face dry with the towel like he's delicate. maybe it's the sheer absurdity of it all. if anything, he should be handling you with such care. he doesn't think he deserves it, but he still lets you massage lotion into his skin like it mattersâlike he matters. when you're done talking him through every product in your cabinet, you both leave the steamy bathroom and return to your bedroom. you hand him a clean pair of clothes, just for the night, and he wears them, savouring the smell of freshly washed fabric against his smoothened skin.
your bed is soft.
the mattress mirrors your generosity with its size, with it being large enough to accomodate both of your laying bodies. it felt like a luxury to kakashi, but not compared to the warmth of your body. that was the richest luxury of them all.
his arms are wrapped around your waist, with his face pressed against your chest. the gentle heat of your skin sinks into his weary flesh, and it makes him forget about the light ache in his muscles. he counts the lengths of your breaths, and the metronome of your heartbeat in his ear lulls him into a state of near-peace.
it would've been complete peace if it weren't for the way this world functioned. kakashi starts to wonder about what life could've been like if the world was different. he starts to think about what life could've been if he weren't in the anbu; if he weren't a shinobi; if he wasn't born into a system that required violence. he could have this kind of peace every single day, and maybe, he could indulge in you without shame.
maybe, he could bring himself to tell you that he loves you. he could really get attached.
in this darkness, kakashi opens his eyes and shifts his irises to look at you. your sleeping face looks like it's found the peace he thinks about. he moves his eyes to look at your chest as it rises and falls.
there's blood beneath that precious skin of yours. warm, running blood. images of kannabi bridge and cold bodies flash through his memory like lightning, and kakashi, drunk on your warmth, holds your body even tighter to stave off the chills that run through his spine. he tosses, and buries his face in your chest like the past has come to chase him. the images linger for an awful moment, taunting him almost, before your hand runs itself through his hair. the visions then fade into a thick mist, leaving not a single trace behind.
"kakashiâŠ" you speak softly.
he stops moving when you talk, and he holds his breath for a moment. he listens to your heartbeat. the sound of your blood pumping, giving you life. you're here. he's here. and finally, he releases the pent-up breath that relieves him on its exhale.Â
"i love youâŠ" the words come out in a sleepy haze.
kakashi leans in to the softness of your breasts, right where your heart beats. rather than tearing your heart open, he presses a kiss there instead.
he loves you too.
a/n: wow this is probably the first SFW work I've dropped on this blog... (đł) this thought has been itching my head for the past idk how many months. ugh kakashi ily
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if thereâs one thing nagi seishiro loves, itâs you. if there are two things nagi seishiro loves, itâs you and lazy mornings.
you had slept over at his place after heavy rain started to pour mercilessly last night, leaving you stuck in your boyfriendâs aprtment. today, though? you were greeted good morning by the rays of sunshine illuminating your face, coming in through nagiâs window.
you shift in bed, making the sleeping figure beside you groan and rub his eyes before pulling you further into his arms.
âhey, stop movingâŠâ he mutters, burying his face on your neck.
ânagi, i have to get up.â
âno,â he cages you in, arms working overtime to keep you wrapped up beside him, âitâs still early, you can get up later.â
âi have so much to do, baby. i have to get home,â you whine, gently caressing his arm in an attempt to butter him up.
âyou are home.â
ânagiâŠâ you scold, looking over at him.
nagi whines, reluctantly waking up to look up at you with puppy dog eyes. his brows are furrowed ever so slightly, and heâs pouting as his eyes flit from your eyes to your lips.
you donât know if heâs doing it on purpose.
ââŠfine,â you huff, caving before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
nagi smiles triumphantly, taking your hand gently before pressing a kiss on your knuckles. then, he proceeds to place your hand on the crown of his head before nuzzling into your neck.
âsuch a baby,â you tease, massaging his head as you rake your nails through his scalp.
rinâs unimpressed that youâre drunk, but he didnât expect it to make you such a romantic â ăă«ăŒăăăŻ
âriiiinnnieee!â you call out, your voice shaky with liquor.
you toed off your shoes lazily, shutting the front door behind you with a loopy grace. your heart hammered against your chest with every clumsy step you took.
rin leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed with his unamused gaze following your movement.
ârin!â you beam, losing your breath just from seeing him.
you quickly reach over to him to close the space, throwing your arms over around his neck and inhaling his scent.
âyouâre drunk. you reek of alcohol,â he muttered, keeping his arms crossed.
âmânot drunk. just so . . . happy to see you,â you murmur contently against him, the vibrations of your purring tone traveling past the fabric of his shirt.
rin stilled, his mind momentarily shutting off from your words. his cheeks betrayed him, fading into a peachy pink. logically this was just the alcohol talking, since you were clearly drunk. but rin couldnât help but get a little flustered.
â. . . and you smell soooo goooddd. likeâ all the time.â you paused to slightly pull back from him, looking up at him. âitâs like iâm dating a prince.â
rinâs eyes flickered with every beat of his heart â that had only kept quickening and quickening. with your syrupy tone and heavy-lidded gaze. . . not to mention your words that were as sweet as sugar. . . rinâs face was heating up. and up. and up. . .
âprince . . .â he repeated quietly, hung up on your use of words.
âpriiince! and iâm your princess,â you grinned. âweâre in a fairytale!â
âugh. youâre too sappy,â he groaned.
you reached a hand up, booping his nose with your pointer finger. âdâwanna be anything else. not when youâre here with me.â
rin blinked, his brows tensing and his eyes glittering with a feeling he wasnât able to describe â maybe handle, either.
â. . . youâre ridiculous,â he muttered.
ââcause youâre too cute. i canât even think straight when i look at you,â you giggle.
âmânot cute,â he frowned, offended from your wording.
your grin widened, the corners of your drunken eyes crinkling with amusement. âokay. handsome, then.â
rinâs face slightly relaxed, though a red stain still blanketed his plush skin. he averted his gaze from your face, looking a little over your shoulder.
âwhatever. . . thanks.â he paused for a moment. then, he said, although awkwardly, â. . .youâre . . . pretty.â
you smile, leaning more into him and giving him a quick peck on the lips. âthank you.â
âmhm,â he mumbled.
â ââ§Â°đČÖŒđą
áá||á âȘâč - pretty boy by the neighborhood
You find the skateboard leaning against Sunaâs apartment wall like itâs been waiting for you.
âYou ever been on one?â comes from somewhere behind you.
You glance over your shoulder. âNo.â
âOkay.â
Thatâs all. No teasing. No dramatic speech about how easy it is. Just that sleepy little nod before the board is tucked under an arm and youâre being led to the nearly empty basketball court down the street.
The pavement is smooth enough to learn on.
âYouâll probably fall.â
You stare.
ââŠBut not that much.â
âYou sound very reassuring.â
âI try.â
The corner of your mouth twitches.
Suna notices.
He sets the skateboard on the ground with one foot.
âFirst lesson.â He points. âFront foot here. Back foot here. Knees bent.â
You copy the stance beside the board.
âLike this?â
âA little wider.â
You shift.
âToo wide.â
You move again.
âThere.â
Satisfied, he nods once.
âNow actually stand on it.â
Your confidence disappears immediately.
The moment both feet touch the deck, the board rolls half an inch.
You make a sound somewhere between surprise and panic.
Without thinking, you grab the closest thing.
Which happens to be Sunaâs hoodie.
He steadies the board with one sneaker.
ââŠSee?â
âI almost died.â
âYou moved two centimeters.â
âI saw my life flash before my eyes.â
âYouâve got a vivid imagination.â
You glare.
He looks suspiciously close to smiling.
The first few attempts are embarrassing.
You push too hard.
The board shoots forward. You donât.
Somehow Suna catches your elbow before gravity can finish the job.
âToo much.â
âI figured.â
This time you barely push.
The skateboard crawls slower than walking speed.
âToo little.â
âThis thing hates me.â
âItâs wood.â
âIt knows.â
âYouâve officially lost it.â
You sigh dramatically.
âIâm going home.â
âYou walked here.â
ââŠDonât ruin the moment.â
Eventually he steps behind you.
âHere.â
Warm hands settle lightly around your wrists.
âBalance first.â
You freeze.
Not because youâre scared anymore.
Because heâs close enough that you can hear the quiet laugh hidden in every breath.
âYou stopped moving.â
âI noticed.â
âYou gonna let go?â
âNo.â
âFair.â
His hands shift to your shoulders instead.
âBend your knees.â
You do.
âLook ahead.â
You do.
âStop staring at your feet.â
âIâm making sure theyâre still attached.â
âThey are.â
âGood.â
The board rolls.
Slowly.
Steadily.
One push.
Then another.
For the first time you donât feel like youâre about to fall.
âIâm doing it.â
âMm.â
âIâm actually doing it.â
âTold you.â
âYou literally said Iâd probably fall.â
âI also said not that much.â
ââŠYouâre impossible.â
Confidence arrives all at once. Which, apparently, is dangerous.
âI think Iâve got it.â
Suna raises an eyebrow. âYou said that with way too much confidence.â
âIâm serious.â
Before he can answer, you push off. The ride lasts about six seconds. The front wheels hit a tiny crack. Balance disappears.
âSo this is where youââ Your sentence ends in a startled yelp.
You brace for impact.
InsteadâAn arm catches around your waist.
The skateboard clatters harmlessly across the pavement.
You blink.
Suna is looking down at you with the same calm expression as always.
âSee?â
âYou let me fall.â
âI caught you.â
âEventually.â
âI knew Iâd make it.â
âYou sound awfully confident.â
âI was.â
You narrow your eyes.
âI donât like you.â
âSure.â
âYou donât believe me.â
âNo.â
âWhy?â
âBecause youâll ask to do another lap.â
ââŠOne more lap.â
âI know.â
The sun hangs lower by the time youâre both ready to leave.
Your legs ache.
Your palms are dusty.
Youâve only managed a few shaky rides without wobbling.
Still, when you hand the skateboard back, you hesitate.
âI thinkâŠâ
âHm?â
ââŠI kinda like it.â
âI figured.â
âYou figure everything.â
âNo.â
He nudges the board toward you instead of taking it.
âKeep it.â
You blink.
âWhat?â
âYouâll get better if you practice.â
âI canât just take your skateboard.â
âYou can.â
âItâs yours.â
âIt was.â
You look between the board and him.
ââŠAre you sure?â
He shrugs.
âMeans Iâve got an excuse to come check how youâre doing.â
Your heartbeat stumbles. ââŠThatâs a terrible excuse.â
âMm. But itâll work.â For the first time all afternoon, Suna smiles without trying to hide it.
summary: pranking them by avoiding or dodging their kisses.
characters: hugo, sae, loki, kaiser, reo, nagi
content: fluff, ooc, light violence in hugo, loki is a menace, clingy, whiny boys who want their kiss, lost the plot with michael's
â§Ë*vivien hugo
it was normal morning and youâd just got out of the shower, getting ready in the mirror. hugo was beside you brushing his teeth, heavy with sleep. when he finished, he leaned in for his morning kiss but at the last second you swerved and his kiss landed on his cheek instead. he blinked slightly confused but he shrugged it off. he leaned in once again but this time there was no kiss at all. this time he froze and stared at you with growing confused and hurt.
âwhatâs wrong? did I do something wrong? am I being punished??â
you didnât respond and just walked away, laughing silently.
he followed you, demanding an explanation. âare you mad at me? do you not love me anymoreâ
âno, Iâm not mad and I still love youâ
he hugged you from behind. hug is an understatement. he leaned in, exerting his entire body weight on you causing you to tip over and fall on to your bed. his arms locked around you in a tight hug.
âvivien!â you yelled, trying to push him off. âget off me!â
he held you even tighter ânoâ
you started to lightly punch him in his upper body. âletââ punch. âmeââ punch âgoââ
âwhy are you avoiding my kissesâ he whined, his voice muffled by his face buried in your chest. âplease kiss me or else Iâll die.â
he was acting like a golden retriever that was denied his favourite toy. He looked up at you, his voice small and pathetic âplease just oneâ
finally, you couldnât take it anymore. âcan you please get off of me?â
he sat up but still didnât let you go. you reached for him, cupped his face and kissed him. he relaxed instantly and melted into your kiss. you pulled away but he was unsatisfied. he pulled you back, deepening the kiss as if he was sucking the life out of you, until you were dizzy and breathless.
when he finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours and whispered, âplease donât do that againâ you nodded, still trying to catch your breath. And he planted a final kiss on your forehead.
â§Ë*sae itoshi
he was ready to leave for practice, bag slung over his shoulder. you walked him to the door hold his water bottle. before he left he looked at you with a soft and loving gaze and leaned in to kiss you. but at the last minute, you swerved, feigning concern about his shoelaces. when he ties them, he leaned in again and you dodged it once again by saying you left the oven on. he was genuinely confused under that blank expression.
âdid I do something?â
âoh, no. why?â
his brows furrowed while he watched you left for the kitchen. he followed you, hovering at the entrance of the kitchen and he announced âIâm leaving nowâ
âokay good luck at practiceâ you walk up to him. he was expecting a kiss. But you gave him a hug and skipped away. he left anyway. upset and confused. and with no goodbye kiss
âsae-chan is distracted today what happened?â shidou questioned as he inched closer to sae.
sae, inching away from him, âmind your own business you horny demonâ
his jaw was tight. the events of the morning plagued him so much. he started questioning everything: had he done something wrong? did he upset you somehow? did he forget something important? is she pranking me?
whatever the reason was, it subtly tormented him for the rest of practice. and shidou was rightâhe was distracted..
by the end of practice, he was a mess. he replayed every interaction you had with him in the morning, over analyzing every action, word and moment.
when he got home, he sought you out immediately. found you laying on the couch, on your phone completely unaware of the emotional torment you had put him through. he walked up to you, gently grabbing your chin to face him.
âdid I upset you in some way?â
âno you didnâtâ
he searched your expression for a lie but found none. âokayâ he let out a soft sigh and his shoulders relaxed.
still holding your chin, he tilted his head and gave you a slow, passionate kiss.
â§Ë*julien loki
the moment you dodged his kiss at the last second, he paused. his eyes narrowed and a smug smirk formed. âinterestingâ he teased âis that how it is now?â Before you could react he walked away.
he made you play the long game and good god did he make you feel every second of it. he constantly and relentlessly teased you.
he deliberately spoke near you, tempting you and when you tried to kiss him he pulled away. and he wasnât subtle about it either. he would straight up seduce you, his lips grazing yours, but when you try to close the gap he dodged, pulled away or straight up blocked you.
it became a game of who would cave in first and it was clear that it wouldnât be him.
âoh cmon it was a joke give me a breakâ
âhmm no. youll crack before I do.â
it has been three days, and he still hasnât kissed you. you marched into the kitchen and cornered him. âim tired of thisâ you cupped his face and leaned in to kiss him. But he swerved. You let out an exhausted sigh. âokay fine you winâ you said, head held down, under your breath.
a smug smile formed and he tilted his head to see your expression. âwhats that?â
âI said you win. happy now?â you snapped and stomped away in defeat. he gently grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you back
âno need to be so snappy, mon amourâ he slid his arm around your waist, his face inches from you with a childish grin. âyou were the one who started thisâ he began kissing you slowly and deliberately from the neck going up, to your jaw, then your cheek. his thumb was teasingly tracing the pattern of your lips, as if he wanted to kiss you. you leaned in and he pulled back, with that sly grin.
you huffed and pushed him away, but he cupped your face and leaned in, finally kissing you, slow and deep like he was trying to compensate for the last three days. you felt him smiling against your lips at your defeat.
â§Ë*michael kaiser
michael did not take it lightly. You were in the kitchen completely absorbed in whatever youâre doing. he came up behind wrapping his arm around you and turned you around. he began to kiss you slowly from your neck, then your jawline, then cheek. when he reached your lips, he leaned in but you swerved. âwhat?â âhm?â âwhy did you dodge my kiss?â âI didnât?â
he tried again and leaned in but you dodged it again and ducked out of his embrace.
âbig mistake, liebeâ he yelled lunging at you.
you scurried out of the kitchen, your laughter echoing in the corridor
âyou think this is funny?â
your home was a battlefield. he chased after you. you were doing the most: jumping over sofas, crawling under tables, running into the kitchen and circling the island a couple of times.
when you ran into the bedroom you were at a dead end. he cornered you in the bedroom and pinning you down onto the bed. you were still laughing.
âgame over, I winâ he said, chest heaving. âand now im going to take my prizeâ
âno fair you cheatedâ you protested, still breathless from the running and the laughter.
âschatzi, you donât know?â he purred, his lips hovering over yours. âI always get what I want."
he claims the kiss heâd been chasing you for. it was a deep and possessive kiss, stealing your breathe once again.
he pulled back with a smug grin, he traced your lips and kissed you again, softer and needier. he whispered between the kiss ânever again, Schatz.â
â§Ë*reo mikage
reo was genuinely offended. he went through the five stages of grief.
first, denial. he was in utter disbelief and couldn't fathom what was happening. noone's ever withheld affection from him before. especially not you. then anger. not at you, but at himself. he started replaying every interaction and revised every date, wondering what he'd done wrong or forgot an important date.
then he started bargaining: what if she forgot? what if I'm reading into it too much? what if she is pranking me?
then depression: he mopped around the whole day, his head down and did not want to do anything.
but he didnât go through the acceptance stage. he refused to.
it became a mission to win you over. he bought you the most expensive flowers and showered you with gifts, as an apology for something he didnât know he did wrong.
âreo enough!!â you yelled
âno. are you still mad at me?â
âI was never mad at you?â
âyou didnât kiss meâ
âoh my gosh, I cant joke around with youâ
reo paused. âIT WAS A JOKE!!?? WHY WOULD YOU PREY ON AN INNOCENT MAN LIKE THATâ
âI DIDNâT THINK YOUâD TAKE IT THIS FARâ
there was a moment of awkward silence after the yelling match. reo began to pout. you sighed and pulled him in by the collar and kissed him. it was brief and sweet. âhappy now?â
ânoâ he pulled you in by your waist and kissed you, like he was compensating for lost time. he pulled back, his lips still lingering on yours. âdonât joke around like thatâ he placed a kiss on your cheek, hovering over your ear. âjust donât stop kissing me.
â§Ë*seishiro nagi
you didnât kiss him good morning, but he did not think much of it. you probably forgot. so he didnât make much of fuss. but when you left for errands without a goodbye kiss, he became a bit confused. when you came back and didnât kiss him, he noticed the pattern and he did not like it..
nagi didnât think much about anything. but this? he started to think too much into it. were you fed up with his laziness? you always initiated kisses. it never seemed to bother you much. but now that youâre not giving him any attention at all, and it sent him into a spiral.
you noticed it immediately. he hadnât touched his gaming gear for the whole day and he followed you around like a lost kitten.
âare you okay, sei?â you asked.
âyeaâ he said,but he his eyes were desperate.
he clung to you like a baby koala. sitting so close to you or resting his chin on your shoulder while you're doing dishes or waiting for you outside the bathroom door. he wanted you to address the situation, to notice his despair.
finally he was fed up. He cupped your face, murmuring âwhy are you not kissing me? are you mad at me?â
he didnât give you a chance to answer. he softly squeezed your face making your lips pucker up and gave you a clumsy kiss.
when he pulled back he looked at you with a soft, relieved expression. âdonât do that again. it felt so wrongâ
⥠top divider: @designlikenonsense butterfly dividers: @moonstoneandmoonlight
⥠a/n: this has been in my drafts for a while. proofread to an extent
⥠pardon if there are any mistakes. english is my first language, but I'm still on the learning curve of actually writing.
⥠thank you for reading and feedback is appreciated
You start the afternoon with every intention of following the recipe exactly. Ingredients are measured into little bowls, the counter is wiped spotless, and the cookbook is opened to the correct page. Everything feels organized.
Then Osamu walks into the kitchen.
âYa look too serious,â comes the familiar voice beside you.
You glance up just in time to see a dusting of flour drift through the air.
ââŠDid you just throw flour at me?â
A grin answers before words do.
âYou looked like ya needed decorating.â
You sigh dramatically, brushing white powder from your sleeve. âWeâre five minutes in.â
âWanna make it ten?â
You scoop a little flour between your fingers and flick it back.
The tiny puff lands on the tip of a nose.
Silence.
ââŠSo thatâs how itâs gonna be.â
You donât even get the chance to laugh before another cloud of flour explodes against your apron.
Soon the kitchen looks less like a bakery and more like the aftermath of a snowstorm. Flour coats the countertops, the floor, your clothes, and somehow even your hair.
âYouâve got someâŠâ Osamu gestures vaguely toward your forehead.
âI know.â
âNo, like⊠a lot.â
âSo do you.â
âI wear it better.â
âYou absolutely donât.â
A laugh escapes before you can stop it. The sound makes something soften in Osamuâs expression.
âYou laugh more when weâre baking.â
âI laugh because youâre stupid.â
âClose enough.â
Eventually the mess settles.
The dough is mixed, folded, and kneaded side by side. Every now and then a hand brushes yours while reaching for the rolling pin. Neither of you moves away.
You work in an easy rhythm.
Measure. Mix. Taste. Tease. Repeat.
When the pastries finally come out of the oven, the entire apartment fills with the warm scent of butter and vanilla.
Osamu sets one onto a plate before it has fully cooled.
âTheyâre probably too hot.â
âYou say that every time.â
ââCause every time ya ignore me.â
You break off a corner anyway.
The pastry is still steaming. Crispy on the outside. Soft in the middle.
Perfect.
You hum happily after the first bite.
Osamu doesnât reach for one.
Instead, thereâs that familiar feeling.
Being watched.
âWhat?â
âNothinâ.â
âYouâve been staring.â
âJust making sure theyâre good.â
âYou already know theyâre good.â
âI know.â
Another pause.
âIâm watching to see if you think theyâre good.â
You smile despite yourself.
âTheyâre amazing.â
A quiet satisfaction settles across the kitchen.
Not because the recipe worked.
Not because the pastries turned out perfectly.
Because hearing you say it somehow tastes sweeter than anything either of you baked.
Later, while washing dishes, you notice a streak of flour still lingering across Osamuâs cheek.
âYou missed a spot.â
âWhere?â
You step closer, brushing it away with your thumb.
The kitchen suddenly feels much quieter than before.
Osamu looks at you for a second longer than usual.
ââŠMaybe we should bake together more often.â
You glance around the disaster of a kitchen.
âThe cleanup says otherwise.â
âThe cleanupâs temporary.â
The small smile that follows is warm enough to rival the oven still cooling behind you.
âBut afternoons like this?â
The hand beside yours finds yours without hesitation.
âIâd keep making this mess if it meant making memories with you.â
IN WHICHïčnagi was watching cute cat videos in the middle of the night as he was unable to sleep, as he suddenly saw two cats cuddlingâa fluffy white maine coon and a cute ragdoll cat. seeing them, he had the urge to reach over and wake you up next to him to show you the two cats, saying that âitâs us.â
established relationship. pure fluff. gn!reader. reader is a bit grumpy at first being woken up. nagi being nagi.
âmmph..â nagiâs small hums filled the air, his earbuds tucked into his ears as to carefully not wake youâhis partner, whom he held with one arm thrown lazily over your waistâusing your shoulder to prop his phone against. for once, he didnât feel tired. he didnât want to sleep. but you did, after a long day full of stress.
the ceiling fan buzzed as cold air left its tips, a comfortable contrast to the warmth of the blanket haphazardly covering the two. his phone created a barely-there glow over his face, causing his lidded eyes to shimmer under the light. the overall atmosphere in the room was cozy.
howeverâdespite how soft and sweet this moment may seemânagi was bored and had nothing to do. he had done all of his dailies on the games he frequents, there were no new events, nothing to save up for, and there was somehow nothing interesting to watch on any streaming apps. the night quickly became a bore as he endlessly scrolled through his recommended on youtube, on the verge of opening the addictive allure of tiktok to scroll until the sun came up.
just as he was about to close the app, a thumbnail caught his eye. it was a video from years ago that had only recently grown in popularity, with two adorable cats cuddling on the thumbnail. as lazy as a cat himself, of course he loved the little critters. and so, he clicked on the video.
it was only around sixteen seconds, short and sweet. small purrs flowed into his ears, and he recognized the cats by their breeds. a ragdoll and maine coon. he couldnât help but see the two of you in them, all cuddly and lazily affectionate with one another.
he had the silly urge to wake you up and show you the video, rather than just sending it to you through discord and leaving it for you to watch later. was it stupid to wake you up in the middle of the night? absolutely. did he think about the stupidity of it? not even once.
âangel, wake up..â he murmured, his voice oddly softer than usual. he rolled one leg over yours, full-on clinging as he rubbed his head against your neck in an attempt to grab your attention. âwanna show you this.â he prodded, hearing your sleepy groans as you drifted between dreamland and the real world.
âsei.. mmgh, what the hellââ âlook.â the low light of his phone being showcased in front of you left you blinking, attempting to adjust your eyes from the darkness to his screen. squinting, you made out two cuddly cats. normally, you would swoon over such a cute scene.
however, it was currently 2:44a.m. and you were on the verge of hitting him upside the head for waking you up. rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you stared up at him. not his phone, which he is very clearly trying to make you look at despite the several failed attempts.
âwhat..? did i do something?â you almost wanted to laugh at how innocent he sounded. as if he didnât just wake you up in the middle of the night so he could show you a video of two cats. gods, you loved this man. thatâs why you asked for forgiveness for what you were about to do.
snatching his phone out of his hand, you threw it haphazardly onto the nightstand and rolled onto him. it was safe to say he was a little puzzled. not shocked, no. just staring at you without a single thought behind those blank eyes of his. it was awkward and silent for the next minute before you finally spoke up, voice full of rasp from sleep and eyes half open,
âi love you. but go the fuck to sleep before i banish you to the couch.â there was an audible gulp. another awkward minute of silence. luckily, the man was smart enough to wrap his arms around you and place a kiss on the crown of your head. and then stupid was back not even two seconds later.
âyou forgot to throw my earbuds with my phoneââ ânagi.â âyep. knew it as i said it. good night.â
đŁČ â Isagi and Rin who compete for your love!!
"Oh my gosh! These are so good! Did you make them?!" You cheer as you shove another pastry in your mouth.
The two of you were sitting down on a bench in a park, trying some sweets Isagi brought.
He lets out a light laugh, a faint blush creeping on his cheeks. "Oh, no! My mom made them. She was trying out a new recipe, and I figured I would have them with you."
You beam with happiness as you listen to him. "Your moms amazing! You have to let me thank her sometime."
But as soon as Isagi was about to open up his mouth, he hears a familiar voice from behind him."
"Tch. Lukewarm."
Both of your eyes traced the source of the voice, to which you saw Rin, holding a box of his own share of pastries.
"Hi Rin! What are you doing here?" You wave, voice laced with enthusiasm.
Rin's eyes meet yours. "I was passing by."
Isagi stiffens at the sight of you two interacting. "Well, its nice t-"
"Shut up. Don't talk to me, you npc."
Isagi opens his mouth to say something. Then closes it.
Theres a silence between the three of you for a brief moment, before Rin's gaze falls on you, happily enjoying the last of your pastry.
"Do you like pastries?" He questions, his tone flat like normal.
"Love 'em!"
Isagi cuts into the conversation, a hint of jealousy seeping through his voice. "They especially love the ones my mom mak-"
Plop.
Rin takes an eclair from his box and puts it in to your mouth, ultimately hand feeding it to you.
The colour drains from Isagi's face, and it takes all his power to not allow his jaw to drop to the floor.
Rin watches as you eat the last of the pastry from his hand, mumbling something about making a mess.
"They're so good! Where'd you get them?"
"I made them."
Isagi swears that you've never looked at someone with more adoration than you did with Rin at that moment.
Desperate to recieve your full undivided attention once more, Isagi takes your chin in his hand and turns it so its facing you, a competitive grin plastered on his face.
"Shame on you Rin, everyone knows you should never put food in someones mouth without a heads up first."
Isagi takes a profiterole and holds it against your lips, to which you open your mouth and accept happily, munching on yet another delicious pastry. He shoots Rin a cocky look. He huffs out of irritation.
Rin looks like he's about to give up, taking his eclair and sinking his teeth halfway through it, watching you chew.
Isagi huffs, about to open his mouth and make a snarky comment, until all of his pride collapses before him.
The moment you swallowed, Rin's mouth was on yours, feeding the eclair to you once more.
With his mouth.
Isagi's soul leaves his body completely.
He stares in horror at the interaction. How Rin tastes you, how when he pulls back, the visible string of saliva that connected the two of you drips down, how it all looked so natural to him.
He frantically searches for the right words, his gaze darting between you and Rin.
"Ch....Cheater!" He accuses the teal haired boy.
"Huh? Not my fault your game is half-baked."
And with that, Rin moves along, walking away. Leaving you with a frozen Isagi, whilst he listens to the faint sounds of you trying to snap him back to life.
trying to make osamu jealous by bringing a guy youâre fucking around him and hanging all over him and osamu acts like he doesnât care but later on he texts that guy and tells him to go kill himself
Music still thumped through the walls. Empty cups littered the hallway. Someone yelled from downstairs about losing a shoe.
You slipped into Gojoâs room anyway.
The door clicked shut behind you.
âFinally,â came a familiar voice.
You turned.
Gojo stood in front of the mirror, hoodie hanging halfway off, the zipper forgotten somewhere around the middle of the fabric. Bare shoulders caught the warm light from the lamp on the nightstand. The hood rested over messy white hair, and a lazy grin spread across the face that somehow always looked unfairly good.
âYouâve been ignoring me all night.â
âIâve been talking to people.â
âYouâve been talking to everyone except me.â
You folded your arms. âYou survived.â
âBarely.â
The dramatic sigh earned nothing more than an eye roll.
Gojo stepped closer anyway.
âSoâŠâ
âSo?â
âWhat do you think?â
âAbout?â
He gestured to himself with exaggerated confidence.
âThe hoodie.â
You stared for a second.
âThe hoodie.â
âMhm.â
âYou mean the hoodie thatâs practically falling off?â
âExactly that one.â
ââŠI think you forgot the rest of your shirt.â
A laugh escaped before he leaned down until your faces were only inches apart.
âI was wondering how long itâd take before you looked.â
âI didnât have much of a choice.â
âOh?â
âYou look like you lost a fight with your zipper.â
His grin widened instead of fading. âThere it is.â
âWhat?â
âYou noticed.â
âI have functioning eyes.â
âYou noticed.â
âI noticed because youâre impossible not to notice.â
The words left before you could stop them.
Then that smug smile softened into something quieter.
âThere you are,â he murmured.
âWhat?â
âYouâve been pretending all week that you donât miss me.â
âI saw you yesterday.â
âExactly. Tragic.â
You shoved lightly at his shoulder. He barely moved.
Instead, he caught your wristânot tightly, just enough to stop you from escaping and leaned in until his forehead rested against yours.
âYou know,â he said, voice lower now, âI spent the entire party waiting for you to come up here.â
âYou couldâve come downstairs.â
âI couldâve.â
âBut?â
âI like it better when you choose me.â
Your heart betrayed you with an embarrassingly quick beat.
âYouâve got a ridiculous amount of confidence.â
âYou keep proving itâs justified.â
You laughed despite yourself. âThatâs not what Iâm doing.â
âNo?â
âNo.â
Gojo tilted his head, silver eyes never leaving yours.
âThen why are you still standing this close?â
You opened your mouth. Nothing came out.
ââŠThought so.â
The victory lasted all of two seconds before you reached up, grabbed the edge of his hoodie, and pulled it back onto his shoulders.
âThere.â
He blinked.
âYou were going to catch a cold.â
For once, Gojo looked genuinely caught off guard.
Then he laughedâbright, warm, completely unguarded.
âYou know,â he said, tugging the hood back over his hair with a grin, âmost people wouldâve flirted.â
âI just saved you from walking around half-dressed.â
âYou absolutely flirted.â
âI absolutely didnât.â
He slipped an arm around your waist anyway, smiling like heâd already won.
âIf thatâs what your version of not flirting looks like,â he whispered, âI canât wait to see what happens when you finally admit you like me.â
You tried to argue. Instead, you smiled.
Gojoâs grin only grew wider. âYeah,â he said softly. âThatâs what I thought.â
