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Heyy! I love your writing! The first kiss one with Sakura, Suo and Kanji was sooooo cute <3
I want to request a scenario where Suo and Kaji (separately) fall in love with someone of a rival gang. So they have to fight each other, but really they are going easy on them
thank you, i'm glad you liked it!! <3
wrote this on at least ten different occassions so i do not know at all how this one turned out lmao but i defintely had fun writing it! hope it's to your liking as well, thank you for requesting!
⊱ it feels quite humbling when a long-time rival is going easy on you—little do you know it's because they're in love with you ; suo, kaji
⊱ request: "I want to request a scenario where Suo and Kaji (separately) fall in love with someone of a rival gang. So they have to fight each other, but really they are going easy on them"
⊱ w.c: 0.9k (total); 0.4k (average)
⊱ genre: fluff-ish, enemies to lovers but also not?
⊱ warnings: mild depictions of violence
⊱ a/n: not too sure if this is the style you wanted, but i did have lots of fun writing it so thank you for requesting it <3 is it proofread though? not at all
kaji ren
it pisses you off. in fact, you feel humiliated.
it’s anything but the first time you cross paths and exchange fists with kaji—you’re familiar with his moves just fine at this point.
what you’re not familiar with is how beat up he looks under your returning knuckles. sure, it’s not like you’re weak, but neither is he, so there’s something with you having a dramatic upper hand in this that simply doesn’t sit right with you.
is he not taking you seriously? is he having a bad day? has he become weaker? not a chance, so why is he taking more of your hits and landing less of his own? you hate it, you don’t want to win like this, especially not when your group had picked the fight first and especially not in front of them. it looks too easy. it is too easy.
the next time you grab his collar, it feels more like a personal grudge rather than that of a rivaling team. he finds himself pushed backwards, back pressed against the building’s cement wall and god you look so ready to down right strangle him. “i know you’re not a wimp so stop acting like one,” you speak through gritted teeth, “what the fuck is going on?!”
kaji raises his hand and you think he’s finally going to do something—anything—so it surprises you when he merely ruffles his hair in what looks like frustration. it exposes his forehead, dripped in a perfect stripe of red after a fresh wound you’d caused. he groans, although unsure whether it’s at you or himself, “hell if i know.”
“are you messi—”
from his group, your group, you don’t know, but someone bumps into you from behind. they’re gone just as fast, but you wind up inches away from a collision; you gasp in surprise, so does he, and you think you must be tripping because he quickly turns his head to the side, the color of his skin growing closer to that of his bleeding.
“how the hell am i supposed to hit you like this?” you just barely hear him bitterly mutter.
“... what the fuck are you talking about? i’m not even holding you back, your hands are literally open, can you at least try to punch me or something?”
while you continue talking and complaining, kaji is sure he’s going to combust from how painfully clueless you are.
suo hayato
it’s like suo isn’t even trying. he normally plays himself into victory. now he’s just defending himself.
he still wears the same, smug smile as every time you’ve been doomed to meet, but it’s truly like he doesn’t care about winning. as much of a fight you often tend to put up, you’d normally have at least a bruise or two by now, but you’re about as unscratched as he is; it’s getting you nowhere through the moment, and you’re starting to think you’ll end up throwing fists the rest of the night if this keeps up.
just as you attempt the nth punch of the evening, it winds up meaningless upon easily being caught in his hand—this time, you don’t bother retreating. you simply cannot be arsed to even try, frustration so real it makes you feel defeated, knuckles remaining flush against his palm. glaring past them, you’re met by the plum-red eyes crinkled by the corners, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“what are you doing?”
suo hums, although the clueless hint lacing it sounds as fake as it could possibly be, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“why are you holding back?” you scoff.
“why are you giving up?”
“i’m not giving up—”
not a second later, his hand is latching around your own, you’re quickly pulled forwards, so close, too close, nearly standing chest to chest.
“but you’re not even trying anymore,” suo points out, quietly for only you to hear, but the taunting hint lacing his voice is loud and clear.
“you haven’t been trying at all!”
“and you’re still not winning—isn’t giving you the best image, is it?”
you furrow your eyebrows, questioningly. you’re quick to regret as suo soon leans closer to your ear and frankly, he’s relishing the shiver you can’t hold back. “think about it. your friends can still fight because their strongest member hasn’t been knocked out yet, even though we clearly have the upper hand this time—so what do you think will happen if i suddenly take you down, right here and now?”
suo has a point and yet, behind the smug words, he’s praying you’ll finally give in. taking you down right here and now is the last thing he wants.
from somewhere in the back, you can make out one of your friends asking if you need back-up. before you can bring out any sort of answer, rushed steps are already closing in. in the corner of your eyes, suo is bracing his hand and unlike whatever the hell he’s been doing this entire time, you know perfectly well it’s not a stance he takes for the sake of defense.
he’s definitely holding back on you, and on you alone.
“you’re absolutely twisted, suo,” you mutter between grit teeth before hastily pulling yourself out of his hold. you know it comes as a bit of a surprise to the rest when you turn around and declare retreat for now, but you know it’s for the best at this very moment.
for a brief instance, you turn around to face him again, “you’re eating your words up next time.”
suo, in return, merely waves at you with that one stupid smile, “i’ll look forward to it!”
⊱ at some point in your relationship, you're simply bound to have your first kiss with him ; sakura, suo, kaji
⊱ request: "The jealousy reaction with sakura, suo and kaji was so cute! can I request your first kiss with the three? 🙏💓"
⊱ w.c: 1.4k (total); 0.4k (average)
⊱ genre: fluff
⊱ warnings: none
⊱ a/n: did i go overboard with kaji's? perhaps- but thank you for the request, hope you like it! ^^
sakura haruka
considering his nature’s stance to affection, sakura is surprisingly calm. or possibly he’s not—face dusted in pink, shaking eyes unable to meet yours—but he’s not down right panicking like he’s otherwise famously known for.
does he want time to stop and be yours just as much as you do? maybe he’s actually losing his mind on the inside, fighting to not let that slip out? or, perhaps, it’s vulnerability grounding him as he allows you to enter his space, his little bubble, letting you tear down his high walls but in the most gentle manner ever.
the little strands tickle against your forehead as you rest it against his. there’s a soft call of his name and sakura almost believes it can make the entire world hold its breath, not only him; he almost believes if warmth can sound, it’d sound just like that, syllables sacred as long as they come from the lips he can’t help but admire.
they’re smiling— you’re smiling. smiling at him in a way he didn’t think he could be smiled at. sakura feels the light tap of a finger on the back of his hand, placed right next to your own. he looks up at you at last and you smile ever wider. he will probably never stay as collected and not panicking at a moment like this ever again. this is the first and most likely only time he won’t absolutely lose his marbles, but he lets it happen.
it’s a kiss lighter than he expected, on the border to a mere brush of your lips, but it has his mind spiraling nonetheless. as if on instinct, the hand initially next to your own is suddenly holding your cheek—barely, trembling, clearly nervous, but a touch oh so innocent and pure, and suddenly you’re the one thinking your heart is about to burst.
it’s a kiss lighter than both of you expected, but you part feeling as giddy as him. you can’t help but laugh because, there he is, the childlike sakura who’s holding his embarrassment and panic behind a small pout. at the same time, you want to cry when his eyes meet your own again, screaming of someone experiencing love and being loved for the first time.
suo hayato
“here? or here?”
you want to curse the self from barely a minute ago. how bold it had been of you, teasing and claiming suo—albeit playfully—to be a shy person. he’s not, not really, you know very well it’s just him being what others around you often describe as a gentleman. however, it was a fun joke to pull over a cup of tea, until you stepped on a landmine by pointing out that he’s yet to kiss you with a wide, smug grin.
you’d found yourself looking up at suo only shortly after, suddenly standing by your end of the table as he leaned closer.
“or maybe here?”
you’ve held your breath for so long, you think you’re going to suffocate under suo’s lips. they graze against your skin, ghosting a trail from your cheek, jaw and down to the spot below your ear. as he speaks, you can hear just fine that he’s the one now grinning: “what’s wrong, y/n? you’re so quiet, i thought you wanted me to kiss you?”
“y-yeah but this...”
hand on the table supporting his weight, suo stands up straight. the grin softens into a smile once he looks down at you, equally amused as in love with how you’ve tightly squeezed your eyes, your fingers awkwardly fiddling in your lap—he’d feel nothing short of cruel if he kept any of this up.
“y/n,” he calls out, his voice as calm as ever but soothing in the way it beckons you to look at him. the palm of his free hand finds your cheek, the gentle caress not that of someone moderately shy. he leans down again, just until you can the tip of his nose against yours, asking when you don’t move, “may i?”
your tea is left forgotten on the table, cooling down next to the biscuits he had served along with it. you’re supposed to finish your homework after this, but it’s no longer of your concern and the stress of procrastination once underlying is now nowhere to be found. the teasing he had previously responded with is long gone, there’s only affection facing you and nothing about this moment can bring you to reject him.
so, you nod. you want to combust, truly, yet there’s a sense of ease blooming in your chest, spreading through every fiber of your body once you feel a pair of lips against your own. your mind seems to stop, the tea and biscuits, homework, stress, the false accusations of shyness, all the jokes and everything else in the world but this very touch no longer important.
kissing suo steals your breath and curls your toes more than you thought it would. however, when you part and he shows you a tender smile, you feel like falsely accusing him of things for the rest of your life would be worth it.
“happy now?”
kaji ren
“how does it look?”
it started with you merely snatching the famous headphones from away from kaji, receiving no complaints as you curiously listened to what he’d been playing from his playlist. in the midst of it, something hanging on his chair caught your attention, a grin quickly finding your lips.
albeit somewhat confused, kaji had been watching as you easily made yourself comfortable in his room and snatched yet another nearby item—the white hoodie that you’d noticed. there were still no complaints, though you did get a smaller glare when you asked were he kept his lollipops. then again, kaji was rarely one able to deny your wants and needs and even silliest of requests. so, it hadn’t taken long until you picked out a flavoured candy from one of his drawers.
before he knew it, kaji was watching you happily turning and shifting in front of his mirror.
“what do you think?” you chuckle, though mostly for yourself.
lying in his bed, he just barely gets up, his elbows in the mattress keeping his weight up. “well… it suits you.”
you return the previous glare through the mirror before sighing. “no, i meant…” by the time you turn around to face him, you’re already grinning again, “don’t you think i look like you now?”
kaji blinks at you a few times and, almost in what looks like defeat, he lets out a quiet laugh through his nose. “you’re missing the jacket but sure, it’s good enough, i guess.”
“don’t be silly, i can’t wear something so important to you,” you huff, eyebrows knit, one hand plucking the lollipop out, the other resting on your hip, “you can’t just casually hand out your jacket like that.”
you wait for his response, of any sort, but he only tilts his head to the side, eyes not diverting from yours.
truth be told, it comes as a bit of a surprise when the smallest, most rare of a soft smile eventually finds his face; it has you looking to the side, though only briefly before his hands beckons you closer, “c’mere for a sec.” so, you do, standing by the edge of his bed and looking down at him in curiosity.
whatever happens next, happens too fast for your mind to keep up.
while one elbow still keeps him up, kaji reaches the other out to your direction. there’s a tug on the collar of his hoodie, the plain hoodie that suddenly looks tenfold more charming just because you’re wearing it, and you find yourself quickly dragged down.
you barely manage to catch yourself with a hand on the mattress, but the shock of the fall is far less surprising than the lips colliding with yours—it knocks the air from your lungs, heart stumbling in an uneven rhythm the more what only used to be a fleeting image slips from your mind and out to reality.
it’s new. sudden, unfamiliar in the purest sense of the word; thrilling and terrifying, both due to the fact that you’re awfully quick to think you could get used to this. there’s little to no hesitance, only sprouting once lack of breath forces you to part.
you’re met by pink dusting his cheeks, but it’s faint, barely noticeable and kaji seems calm to an extent that has you dropping your head into his neck—the feeling of your face burning against his skin drags an unexpected laugh out of him, so heartily, it makes your chest clench.
“give me a warning for god's sake,” you mutter, letting yourself plop down next to him.
Hello! I'm not sure if you noticed or not, but your last wbk post doesn't seem to be appearing on any of the tags you tagged it with? Tumblr is weird sometimes and does this </3 maybe you can try deleting the tags and re-adding them to fix this?
(Your writing is awesome btw!!!!)
i knowww, i tried checking some time later but dumblr is rly out there still messing with me 😭 gonna give it a shot, thank you lots for reaching out about it!
(this also makes me super happy to hear, thank you 🤧💗)
Getting into a fight with Sakura and storming out, only to remember he has self loathing and abandonment issues so you turn around and storm back in to point a finger at him menacingly.
“Listen, I love you, but you piss me off. You pissing me off does not negate me loving you. But if I stare at you another minute right now I’m gonna scream. So I’m gonna go breathe or something. I still love you and I’ll be back….but ya done went and pissed me off.”
HIHIHI I was the anon who requested that jealous s/o did and i must say that I apologize. I was not familiar with your impeccable game 🙏💔 It was so peak man 🤒 Thank you thank you thank you for writing my request and writing it SO FAST🙏Also the middle icon looked like wind chimes to me! I don't think it waa that messy 👅👅
Thank you SO much for writing my request I will follow you home 💓
AHHH nothing to thank me for, thank you for sharing this with me, i had lots of fun making it so i'm just glad to know you liked it as well 💕
also good to hear that it's obvious cause shit's been bothering me since i posted it lmao 💀
genuine question so i know whether i'm tripping or not; in my most recent piece, is it obvious at first glance that the middle icon is a bunch of wind bells or does it look too messy to tell? 🥴
Imagine sakura, suo and kaji with an s/o that gets jealous and a bit possessive over them. Like not in a toxic, obsessive way but if they see their bfs getting hit on, best believe the s/o's gonna cling a bit more than they usually do and hold on to them until their jealousy simmers down 🙏😝😝
did not think i'd write this so early, let alone post it but i found it cute so i was left with no choice :) thank you for the request, hope you like it! <3
⊱ you try to keep it at bay, but green-passing someone getting perhaps a bit too close to your boyfriend isn't your thing ; sakura, suo, kaji
⊱ request: "Imagine sakura, suo and kaji with an s/o that gets jealous and a bit possessive over them. Like not in a toxic, obsessive way but if they see their bfs getting hit on, best believe the s/o's gonna cling a bit more than they usually do and hold on to them until their jealousy simmers down 🙏😝😝"
⊱ w.c: 1.2k (total); 0.4k (average)
⊱ genre: fluff-ish
⊱ warnings: none
⊱ a/n: had too much fun writing this omg, thank you for requesting <3
sakura haruka
you try to keep it at bay, truly. few things make you happier than seeing people appreciate sakura after all, it warms your heart to extents beyond human comprehension. there is still a limit though.
it hadn’t even been a fight, only sakura helping two girls clearly bothered by some, quote unquote, punks with mere half-threats. it’s part of his duty, right? and it’s also part of his duty to make citizens feel safe, right? so it only makes sense for him to respond when the two come up to thank him, right? and it only makes sense for them to shamelessly act like you’re literally not even there, right? no. no, it doesn’t, and while you can’t blame him and his nature, it admittedly stresses you out when sakura doesn’t know how to respond through more than flustered stutters.
you like to follow the principle of being the bigger person. this time, you find yourself being the bigger problem instead.
“haruka,” you call out, fully going against your so-called principle once you wrap your arms around him from behind. you’re quick to feel his entire body shiver against your own, and if he already wasn’t flustered, you’re sure he is now. maybe you feel a bit bad for doing this to him in broad daylight, but you make a mental note to just apologize a little later. “nirei and suo are waiting for us.”
“what the he— since when do you call me h—” sakura makes an attempt to turn around, though interrupts himself upon processing the smallest of a pout you struggle with suppressing into his back. it’s just a guess, one he’s not certain of at all, but he does know better than to take any risks; clearing his throat, he turns back to the two girls, awkwardly rubbing his burning neck as he explains there’s somewhere you’re supposed to be right now and have to leave.
thus, that’s how you stay there until they’re both out of sight and sakura, still dusted in pink, finally puts his guess out there, “the hell are you being jealous for?”
“the hell are you getting shy around girls for?”
“oh, shut up!”
“and you speak up!”
suo hayato
it’s not like you’re angry or embarrassed or something along those lines, yet your face is damn near burning as you keep it buried into suo’s chest. you’re lying flush against him, legs tangled together, stretched over the sofa. you should feel comfortable. you don’t, and you’re not telling him why.
“i’m sorry, my love,” he apologizes, although he’s quite sure he can’t recall anything particularly wrong throughout the day you spent outside. “so can you please look at me already?”
as if stubborn were your middle name, you shake your head, but mutter anyway, “it’s not your fault.”
“so something is wrong?”
“... i don’t want to talk about it.”
“by chance, are you—”
“suo, no.”
a silence fills the room. only briefly, before suo lets out a light sigh. a hand reaches to gently, barely, caress the back of your head, the touch making your fist subconsciously loosen its grip on his shirt. “you know,” he begins, and your shoulders relax — partly from the soothing tint lacing his voice, partly because there’s no use trying to get around someone so naturally observant. “there’s nothing you have to be jealous of.”
“i know there’s nothing i have to be jealous of,” you retort, nudging his knee with your own. “but that doesn’t mean i have a thing for watching others hit on you like that.”
suo truly tries to hold it back as well as he can, but upon feeling his lips curve against the top of your head, you can easily tell he’s on the verge of laughing. though, it doesn’t make him take your thoughts any less seriously: “is there anything i can do to help you feel better?”
you’re ready to reject the offer — he had been quick to dismiss the previous events after all, clarifying that he already was with someone so he really isn’t at fault — yet you remain quiet, like you’re thinking.
in the end, you opt to wrap your arms around his torso, legs tangling even more chaotically with his. tilting your neck a bit, you allow yourself to rest into the crook of his neck, and the sigh you let out finally makes him laugh. in response, you soon find yourself held impossibly closer as his hands meet at your lower back. there’s a nod, a pair of lips feathering your forehead accompanied by a soft hum, “okay, let’s stay like this then.”
kaji ren
everyone and their mother knows about furin, so it comes rather naturally that they’d know kaji as well. lovely. great. you mean it whenever you think that too! it’s something you often take pride in.
although it can be an issue at times too.
when you exit the school building, you immediately notice the little crowd that’s gathered by the end of its grounds, right next to the gate. albeit somewhat curious on what’s going on, you’re more interested in going home, hence thinking you wouldn’t spare the minor fuss more than a glance or two—until you find out what’s actually going on.
there he stands, just a few meters away from fellow classmates and other students you don’t really know; without a single care for the surroundings, or maybe even awareness, kaji is leaning back against the brick wall, occupied by whatever social media he’s browsing, headphones on. due to his lack of response in curious whispers, gasps of awe and giddy giggles, you quickly assume that the sound of them all is muted behind his music. not that it helps the icky feeling growing inside you.
sure, you like to think you know where the reactions are coming from, and you’re humble enough to not assume each one of them know who you are — although some definitely do — but it’s gnawing on you, that little sense of jealousy you frankly don’t want to admit.
you really do not want to admit it. yet it’s undoubtedly the cause of you just slightly picking up your pace the moment some of the students move to approach him; by the time kaji’s attention is finally torn apart, you’re already ahead of them, safe to say giving him a startle as you soon nearly crash into him.
“i told you, you don’t have to pick me up every time,” you sigh, pulling him closer by the arm you squeeze close to yourself. do you mean it? yes. are you also trying to prove a point? yes? no? maybe so. nonetheless, you repeat the reminder once he tugs the headphones down to his neck, pausing his playlist.
kaji blinks at you a few times and if you didn’t know better, you could almost believe he’s the human embodiment of disinterest. his eyes dart aside though, noting the crowd that’s yet to leave—for better or for worse, you realize the pieces fall into place as soon as he lets out a deep breath.
“whatever,” he mutters and frees his arms from your hold, yet showing no hesitation when he securely grabs your hand in his own. “let’s go, coffee shop’s not waiting for your jealousy.”
