More- Dazai, Inuyasha, Levi Ackerman, Goku, Guts , Shoto Todoroki, Luffy, Kakashi Hatake, Zoro, Eren Jaeger(stick with me now😭), ichigo kurosaki, Sesshōmaru, and your favs!!!
El Condor Pasa with a teasing and affectionate S/O. whether reader is a Umamusuko or not is up to you.
El Condor Pasa with a teasing and affectionate Umamusuko boyfriend
•You're pretty much bringing bliss to El Condor Pasa's day and/or embarrassment, you tend to flip-flop between them
•It's not your fault that she's absolutely adorable when flustered so you can't help but to tease her, she's already the cutest umamusume in the room on the regular so being clingy towards her comes naturally to you
•And clearly El Condor Pasa didn't mind as even before you were dating you two we're constantly hanging out, though you weren't anywhere near as affectionate You're teasing was pretty much the same
•The best part is getting to see her without her mask on as her reactions to your affection and teasing while different are still just as cute as mask on reactions
•Though when it comes to more intimate affection you can't deny that you seem to have a small preference for mask off El Condor Pasa
•Normally when it comes to confessions it's usually the guy whose doing the confession more often than not, but not with El Condor Pasa, she decided to take the initiative in this match and confess her feelings head on
•However what she didn't expect was for you to actually reject her initial confession of love towards her with a response of, “I want the umamusume El Condor Pasa to confess to me not the Racer El Condor Pasa”
•Which was a challenge she didn't even expect to be sent her way, however it's still one she accepted whole heartedly. As embarrassing as confessing to you without her mask on, it was worth it to see the smile on your flustered face when you accepted her confession
•I hope you're ready because with El Condor Pasa you're going to be her worldwide Companion as you're going to be taking on the world together as both partners and rivals
Differences Between female and male rovers with an S/O
*headcannons*
Male Rover would cry if his S/O died, female rover would keep it all in until she shows no emotion at all.
Male rover would carry his S/O by piggyback while female rover would prefer bridal carry.
Male rover would be really jealous in a cute way anytime a person flirts with his S/O, female rover would be more jealous in a terrifying way where the offender gets the death glare.
Male rover gets flustered, female rover does the flustering.
Male rover would use cheesy nicknames like “sweetie pie” and “honey” female rover would stick to traditional like “darling” or “my love”
Male rover would be more gentle with his S/O than female rover would be.
Female rover would be better at reading their S/O's emotions though, better at knowing something is wrong.
Male rover would be better at making dates go well. Female rover would be better company at 1 on 1 time.
Male rover would prefer hand holding.
Female rover would rather use eye contact as a way of bonding.
Both rovers would tuck their S/O into bed if they fell asleep but Male rover would go to sleep with their S/O while female rover would watch their S/O sleep and stand guard.
But both rovers would rewrite destiny for their S/O and that doesn't change for either of them.
P.S. I know i'm biased for female rover but have you seen her in a suit. oh my god. also I might write yandere headcannons soon because im obsessed with knight rover
“how to recognize AI in fanfic” — hey so this is another not-gentle reminder that AI stole from us. it’s using OUR words and OUR sentences and OUR styles.
writing “long” paragraphs is not a sign of AI — it’s a common narrative choice many writers make both in fanfiction and in traditionally published novels, and AI stole it from us.
using an em dash is not a sign of AI. it’s a stylistic sentence choice that’s been an option in place of commas and semicolons for a very long time, and AI stole it from us.
long sentence structures are not a sign of AI, but are yet another stylistic choice writers often make to create a cadence and tone that mimics the flow of poetry, and AI stole it from us.
“YA narrative breaks”? i don’t even know what the fuck this means, but i can guarantee that AI stole it from us.
italics are once again a stylistic choice that many writers love to use to create emphasis, and it’s a more stylistically acceptable and traditional form of emphasis than bold or underline text. oh, and just to be extra clear: AI STOLE IT FROM US.
stop creating fandom witch hunts over AI when you know fuck all about what it means to sit and write a story, and to spend hours fiddling with sentence structure and dialogue to get the exact right tone. writers will stop writing out of fear that their work “sounds like AI” — IT DOESNT! AI STOLE FROM US! AI SOUNDS LIKE US! — and after a while, all that will be available on AO3 is shitty AI-generated fanfiction.
because yeah, people are going to continue to use AI to write fanfiction whether you “call them out” or not. but making a laughable thread on X that uses asinine criteria is not going to fix that problem. it will just push the real writers out because people will accuse them of using AI when they haven’t, and they will (rightfully) stop writing for spaces that attack them.
Sorry for not uploading anything for a long time! I was so busy irl and now I have some time to do headcanons!
Please don't mind if there was a typo or something wrong with the headcanons!
Sakura Haruka
Sakura Haruka isn’t the kind of guy who expects things like homemade cookies from anyone, let alone from his girlfriend. His life up until joining Furin was filled with loneliness, frustration, and an almost painful disconnection from kindness. That’s why the very idea of you staying up late in the kitchen, carefully measuring flour and sugar with him in mind, is something he doesn’t even realize until it’s right in front of him.
You had spent the afternoon baking cookies—nothing too extravagant, but you’d gone out of your way to make sure they turned out well. The scent of butter and chocolate still lingered on your hands, and you felt nervous as you packed them in a small box tied with a ribbon. It wasn’t about the cookies themselves. It was about giving Sakura a piece of warmth he rarely let himself accept.
When you finally find him, it’s late afternoon at Furin. He’s leaning against the railing on the rooftop, the same spot he often disappears to when he wants to be alone. His jacket is half-off his shoulders, the fading sun painting sharp shadows across his face. He notices you instantly, violet eyes narrowing slightly as though wondering what you’re doing here.
“What?” His voice is curt, the same tone he uses when he’s trying to sound indifferent.
You step closer, holding the box out to him. “I… made these for you. Cookies.”
For a moment, he doesn’t move. His eyes flicker from the box to your face and back again, suspicion mixed with hesitation. It’s not that he doesn’t like sweets—he does, though he’ll never admit it out loud. It’s that he isn’t used to people making things just for him. He feels the weight of your gesture in his chest before he even takes them.
“…You made them?” His voice lowers, softer, like he can’t quite believe it.
“Yes,” you nod, smiling despite your nerves. “I wanted to try. They’re not perfect, but… they’re for you.”
He takes the box from you slowly, fingers brushing against yours. You notice the faint pink dusting his ears, though he immediately looks away, scowling like he’s annoyed.
“Tch… idiot. You didn’t have to do something like this.”
That’s Sakura Haruka-speak for “Thank you.”
He opens the box, glances at the cookies, then takes one with the same cautiousness he’d use in a fight—like he’s testing unfamiliar ground. He bites into it. The crunch is soft, sweet melting across his tongue, and his eyes widen just barely before he forces himself back into neutrality.
“…It’s not bad.” He chews, swallowing before adding, “…It’s actually good.”
Your grin grows wider, which only makes him scowl deeper, muttering under his breath. But he doesn’t stop eating. By the time he finishes the first cookie, his hand is already reaching for another, his movements betraying how much he likes them.
“You really like them,” you tease lightly.
“Shut up,” he snaps quickly, though there’s no real anger behind it. His ears are fully red now, and he keeps his eyes down on the box as if refusing to give you the satisfaction of seeing his expression.
But as he eats, you notice something subtle—the way his shoulders relax, the tension easing out of his frame. For Sakura, your cookies aren’t just food. They’re proof that someone cares for him enough to put in the effort. And that’s something he’s still learning how to accept.
After a while, he closes the lid on the box, holding it with one hand while the other slips into his pocket. He leans back against the railing, glancing sideways at you.
“…You’re annoying.” The words are gruff, but his gaze softens as it lingers on your face. “But… I don’t hate it.”
That’s as close as Sakura Haruka gets to being openly affectionate.
That’s as close as Sakura Haruka gets to being openly affectionate.
Later, when you’re walking home together, he insists on carrying the box even though you offered. At one point, he takes out another cookie, breaks it in half, and holds one piece toward you without looking at you.
“…Here. Don’t expect me to do this again.”
You laugh, taking the piece. “So you’re sharing with me now?”
He clicks his tongue. “Whatever. Just shut up and eat it.”
But as you walk side by side, the corners of his lips twitch upward, and you catch the faintest ghost of a smile on his face.
Kiryu Mitsuki
Kiryu Mitsuki had always been the type of guy who played with people’s emotions like it was a game. His sharp grin, his sly voice, his little tricks—he lived for reactions. Whether it was provoking enemies or poking fun at his own friends in Furin, he never seemed to take anything too seriously.
But then there was you.
You were different. He could tease you all he wanted, and yes, you’d get flustered sometimes, but you never pulled away. You stayed. You cared. And no matter how much he joked around, you had a way of grounding him without even realizing it.
You were different. He could tease you all he wanted, and yes, you’d get flustered sometimes, but you never pulled away. You stayed. You cared. And no matter how much he joked around, you had a way of grounding him without even realizing it.
Which is why when you showed up one evening at the Furin hideout, a small bag in your hands, Kiryu immediately honed in on you like a hawk.
“Well, well, what’s this?” He leaned forward, resting his chin in his palm, eyes glinting with curiosity as you approached. The other Furin boys were lounging around after a long day, but Kiryu’s attention locked solely on you. “Don’t tell me you brought me a gift.”
Your cheeks warmed a little, but you held out the bag. “I… made cookies. For you.”
The room stilled for a second. Nirei’s eyebrows raised, Suo tilted his head in curiosity, and even Sakura glanced over with a faint scowl as if thinking “Can they date somewhere else?” as if Sakura got triggered by romance making him a bit blushing and look away.
Kiryu blinked, then smirked slowly, that mischievous expression spreading across his face like wildfire. “Ohhh? Homemade cookies? For me?” He dragged out the last word, leaning closer until you had to push the bag against his chest just to make him stop teasing.
“Just take them, Kiryu!” you huffed.
He chuckled, sliding the bag open with exaggerated care. The sweet scent of chocolate drifted up, and he whistled low. “You went through all this effort just for little ol’ me? I must say, I’m touched.”
He plucked a cookie from the bag, examining it dramatically, holding it between his fingers like it was some priceless gem. Then, without warning, he popped it into his mouth.
The crunch echoed softly. His eyes widened just slightly—just enough for you to know he was impressed—before he covered it up with his usual grin.
“…Delicious,” he said smoothly, licking a crumb from his thumb. “Absolutely delicious. But—” He leaned in again, his voice dropping to a playful whisper near your ear. “—did you lace them with something to make me fall even deeper for you?”
Your face went hot instantly. “Kiryu!”
He laughed loudly, throwing his head back. The others groaned in unison—this was typical Kiryu, turning even the sweetest gesture into a game of teasing. But you could see something softer in the way he held the bag, the way his fingers lingered on it like it was more precious than he wanted to admit.
Later, when the boys dispersed, Kiryu pulled you aside outside, under the glow of the streetlights. The air was cool, and he leaned lazily against a wall, still munching on another cookie.
“You know,” he said casually, “you didn’t have to do this. I’d still follow you around like a lost puppy even without bribery.”
You rolled your eyes. “It’s not bribery. I just wanted to make something for you.”
That made him pause. For once, his grin softened, his eyes narrowing not in mischief but in something gentler. He swallowed the last bite, dusted his hands off, and stepped closer, lowering his voice.
“…You’re dangerous, you know that?” he murmured, his usual playful tone now tinged with sincerity. “Doing little things like this. Makes me wanna keep you close all the time.”
You blinked at him, caught off guard by the rare honesty. But before you could respond, he tapped your nose lightly with his finger and smirked again, masking the vulnerability. “Anyway, I expect more of these. Consider it a duty as my girlfriend.”
You laughed, pushing his shoulder lightly. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Unbelievably charming,” he corrected, sliding an arm around your shoulders as you walked together. “And unbelievably lucky.”
Kaji Ren
The sun was low over Furin High, spilling orange light across the rooftop. That’s where you usually found Kaji Ren—headphones snug over his ears, music leaking faintly, a lollipop tucked lazily between his lips. He leaned against the railing, half-closed eyes scanning the horizon like he was a million miles away.
Approaching him always felt a little intimidating. Unlike Umemiya’s easy warmth or Kiryu’s playful chaos, Kaji’s presence was quiet, cold even. He didn’t push people away outright, but he didn’t exactly invite them in either.
Still, you clutched the small container of cookies tighter and took a step closer.
“Kaji,” you said softly.
He shifted his gaze toward you, removing one ear cup from his headphones but not saying anything. The lollipop stick shifted slightly as he held it between his teeth.
You held out the container, suddenly nervous under that steady stare. “I… made these. For you.”
For a moment, he didn’t move. Just looked at the container, then at you, his face unreadable. Finally, with a sigh that sounded more like a low hum, he plucked the box from your hands with one free hand, tucking the headphones back around his neck.
“…Cookies?” His voice was cool, flat, as if testing the words
“Yeah. Homemade.”
He flipped open the lid, eyeing the neat rows inside. Without a word, he swapped the lollipop from his mouth to his fingers and picked up a cookie instead. The crunch echoed as he bit into it.
You waited, heart pounding.
“…Sweet,” he muttered after a beat, chewing slowly. His expression didn’t shift much, but you caught it—a faint lift of his brows, a subtle softening around his eyes.
“You like them?” you asked hopefully.
He glanced at you, lips quirking just slightly before he shoved another bite into his mouth. “…They’re not bad.”
That was about as high praise as Kaji Ren gave anyone.
He finished the cookie, then casually slipped his lollipop back into place, container still in his grip. His stance was relaxed, but you noticed he didn’t set the box down. Instead, he kept it close, almost protectively, like he had with his precious headphones before.
“…Why?” he asked suddenly, violet eyes narrowing slightly.
You blinked. “Why what?”
“Why’d you bother making these? For me.” His tone wasn’t cruel, just blunt, curious in that detached way of his.
You hesitated before answering. “Because I wanted to. You’re always up here alone… I thought it might make you happy.”
For a long moment, he just studied you. The rooftop was quiet except for the faint music still bleeding from his headphones. Finally, he let out a low exhale, almost like a laugh but not quite.
“…You’re strange.”
That was Kaji Ren’s way of saying thank you.
He opened the box again, picked out another cookie, and ate it with the same slow, thoughtful chew. This time, though, he didn’t hide it when his lips curved just slightly upward, the barest hint of a smile flickering across his cold features before it was gone.
“Don’t expect me to share these with the others,” he added bluntly, slipping the container under his arm. “They’re mine.”
You smiled, warmth bubbling in your chest despite his cold delivery. “Of course.”
Umemiya Hajime
The Furin common room was always alive with noise. Laughter, chatter, the occasional scuffle—it was the heart of the gang. And right in the middle of it all, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a bag of chips in hand, was Umemiya Hajime, leader of Furin and the brotherly figure everyone leaned on.
You stepped into the room holding a container, and instantly his eyes lit up when he saw you. “Y/N!” His voice boomed, warm and welcoming as always. “You’re here!”
The others greeted you casually, but Umemiya practically bounded to his feet, brushing chip crumbs off his hands. His grin was wide, his energy almost contagious. “What’ve you got there?”
You held out the container, suddenly shy under his bright gaze. “I, um… made cookies. For you.”
The whole room stilled for a second. Seiryu’s eyebrows shot up, Hiragi scowled from the corner, and Momose flicked a glance your way before turning back to his drawing. Tsubaki whispered, “Cookies?” under his breath.
Umemiya, however, looked absolutely delighted. His eyes went wide before softening into something almost childlike. “For me?”
You nodded, smiling nervously. “Yeah. I wanted to try baking. So… here.”
Without hesitation, he took the container, popping it open with the same enthusiasm he had for everything. The sweet smell drifted out, and he let out a happy laugh. “Whoa, they look amazing!”
He grabbed one and bit into it. The crunch echoed through the room, and then his entire face lit up, like the sun itself had just risen inside him.
You nodded, smiling nervously. “Yeah. I wanted to try baking. So… here.”
The boys groaned.
“These are so good!” he exclaimed, his voice booming as he pointed at the cookie like it was the greatest discovery of the century. “Y/N, you’re incredible! Why didn’t you tell me you could bake?”
“Of course Umemiya would react like that,” Sakura muttered.
Hiragi rolled his eyes. “Idiot.”
But you couldn’t help but laugh, cheeks warm at how genuine his excitement was.
He shoved another cookie into his mouth, still grinning even as crumbs dusted his chin. Then, without thinking twice, he spun around and held the container up toward the others. “Guys, look! (Y/N) made me cookies!”
You quickly reached out, grabbing his arm. “Hey! Those are for you, Umemiya!”
He paused, blinking at you before laughing sheepishly. “Ah—sorry, sorry! You’re right, they’re mine.” He hugged the container to his chest dramatically, eyes sparkling. “All mine!”
The room burst into laughter, and you couldn’t help but laugh with them. That was Umemiya for you—always wearing his heart on his sleeve, never afraid to show how much he appreciated something.
Togame Jo
The Shishitoren hideout was as intimidating as ever. The atmosphere inside the gang’s headquarters carried a sharp, disciplined energy — Choji’s influence hung heavy in the air, and his subordinates reflected it in their posture, their quiet but firm behavior.
You walked in nervously, holding a small paper bag close to your chest. The sound of voices drifted down the hall.
“Oi, what are you carrying there?” Sako’s sharp voice rang out the moment he noticed you. He leaned casually against the wall, eyes narrowing with curiosity and suspicion. “Don’t tell me you brought food for yourself. You planning to eat here?”
Kanuma, sitting nearby, tilted his head. “Looks homemade.”
“Y/N.” a steady voice cut through the chatter.
You turned, and there he was — Togame Jo, standing at the end of the hallway with his usual composed presence. His posture was straight, his uniform immaculate despite the casual environment. Even here, surrounded by his gang, he carried himself with a quiet dignity.
The teasing from Sako and the others seemed to quiet when he approached. His eyes, calm and unreadable, flickered down to the bag you were holding.
“What is that?” he asked, his tone neither demanding nor dismissive, just neutral.
You swallowed nervously. “I, um… I made cookies. For you.”
Silence.
Even Anima, sprawled lazily on a couch, sat up with a grin. “Cookies? For Jo? No way.”
Kanuma chuckled under his breath. “You’re serious, huh?”
Sako snorted. “Never thought I’d see the day Togame got spoiled like this.”
But Togame’s eyes never left yours. For a moment, his usual unreadable calm softened just slightly, enough to make you relax. He stepped closer and held out his hand. “May I?”
You nodded quickly and gave him the bag.
He accepted it with both hands — a small gesture of respect that didn’t go unnoticed by the others. Then, in that same careful way he always carried himself, he opened the bag and peered inside. The faint sweet aroma slipped into the room, foreign against the sharp scent of cigarettes and sweat that usually lingered in Shishitoren’s walls.
Without hesitation, Togame picked one up, his movements precise. He bit into it, chewed once, twice, and then swallowed. His eyes lowered for a brief moment, and when they lifted again, there was a subtle warmth in them.
“They’re very good,” he said softly. “Thank you.”
The others erupted immediately.
“Can I have some?!” Anima laughed loudly. Other shishitoren boys came and see.
Kanuma smirked. “Well let's not interrupt their sweet moment love birds guys!.”
Sako just looked from afar, and looked away
But Choji, who had been sitting silently in the corner, leaned forward with a faint smile. His voice, calm and commanding, cut through the noise. “If Jo says they’re good, then they are. Appreciate the gesture.”
The room quieted instantly.
Togame bowed his head slightly in acknowledgment to Choji, then turned back to you. His tone was quiet, but certain. “I’ll eat them later. Properly.”
“Togame! I have another, you can share with your friends.” you said as you gave him another cookie bag. Togame just looks surprised and quickly softly smiles and says “alright, thank you (Y/N). I appreciate it. Alright guys here some cookies from Y/N.”
The boys started to come closer and thanks to your kindness sharing some cookies for them.
Kpop demon hunters vs Demon slayer upper moons?? Who would win?
This is random but I re-watched Kpop demon hunters and saw a debate on tik tok about this. Do you guys think if huntrix was against the upper moons they'd win or at least put up a good fight?
In my opinion I feel like they have absolutely nothing on the upper moons or anyone in demon slayer...but i wanna hear what you guys think!!😭💔
Haru urara!!Reader x JJk & Tokyo Revengers characters!!
Content warning: reader is called Haru urara, slight bullying, slight violence
Imagine a reader whos super cute and determined like Haru urara! But also hilariously bad at the sport she plays! (Track in this case!)
Tokyo Revengers being surprised when she shows up with Emma and Hina with a smile excitedly introducing herself!!
Reader being a student at jujitsu high school!!
♥️ Yuuji Itadori:
instantly vibing with her energy. He admires her positivity, especially if she's constantly failing but still smiling.He’d cheer her on louder than anyone, maybe even cry a little when she talks about “trying her best every day.” Probably starts copying her catchphrases or poses as a joke.
🔨Nobara Kugisaki:
The Bestie energy!! At first, she rolls her eyes — “Is she for real?” — but eventually becomes her #1 hype woman. Teases her, but will gladly throw hands with anyone who puts her down. Buys her matching accessories and drags her into girl squad shopping trips!!
⚾️Megumi Fushiguro: He doesn’t understand how someone so... happy exists in their messed-up world. Might find her frustrating at first ("Why is she smiling after failing again?!"), but comes to admire her resolve. Keeps an eye out for her more than he lets on. Quietly picks her up when she falls down (literally and metaphorically).
😎Satoru Gojo:
Obsessed. Thinks she’s hilarious and adorable Teases her constantly, tries to get her to prank others or train with him. Calls her “Little Sunshine” and shows her off like a proud dad to other sorcerers. Underneath the jokes, genuinely admires her refusal to give up — it reminds him why he fights.
🐼Panda(YOU GUYS FORGET HIM SO MUCH!):
Instant big brother mode! Loves her unconditionally. She squeals about how cute he is!! They make weird friendship bracelets together. (She gets sad when they don’t fit his wrist) Supports her “never give up” attitude and even joins her in doing silly training montages. Has a whole speech ready about how she’s the heart of the team.
💍 Yuta Okkotsu:
Relates a little too much, He knows what it’s like to feel weak or like you don’t belong. Finds her perseverance beautiful! Her kindness helps him feel like he deserves happiness. He helps reader train all serious with a clip board and all. she cheers him on just as much as he does for her.
🐉 Sukuna
Disgusted. calls her pathetic and mocks her failures. Laughs whenever she falls or loses her race… Might toy with her, waiting for the day she snaps — but she never does. His mouth pops up on yujis cheek to laugh at her loud ass hell for falling making yuji try to cover him.
Congrats, you are now Tomans lil sister!!
🩵Takemichi Hanagaki:
oh lord, INSTANT soul connection!! He relates to her so deeply. They’re both losers who never give up. Gets emotional and crys when she says stuff like “I’ll keep trying even if I fail a hundred times!” Haru-channnnn wahhhh!!
When she loses, hes so sad for her. Instant tears about how she'll get it next time while shes like "it's okay! I'll get it next time!"
when she does win a race instant tears! He crys. A lot. She comforts him whenever he crys! So so cuteee!
🐉 Draken (Ken Ryuguji):
Protective big bro mode ON! Acts annoyed at first, but everyone can feel how much he softens around her. Always makes sure she eats, gets home safe, and doesn't get picked on. If anyone mocks her for failing all the time, Draken’s glare alone sends them into retirement. He doesn’t even know how she got here lol
🩵Mikey (Manjiro Sano):
Obsessed! He Loves her energy. She's like Baji-level chaos, but sweet and less fires... Probably lets her ride on his back or bike and gives her candy randomly. She makes him laugh even when he’s spiraling. She might be one of the few who can bring him back from his darkness. He watches her race holding a huge sign in support! Will gladly kick anyone who tries to bring her down!
🔥Baji Keisuke:
Instant chaos duo, Absolutely supports her "try hard no matter what" attitude! He scares her sometimes with his scary attitude!! when she rides on his bike with him going fast as hell and she’s just screaming! Him, her, and Chifuyu hang out at Chifuyus place playing games and reading manga!
🐈⬛Chifuyu Matsuno:
Thinks she’s super cool in her own way and becomes her supporter. Protects her from bullies and rival gang members! They watch anime together!! (He tried reading magna with her but she got distracted by someone walking their dog outside.) She probably steals his cat...
🦋Mitsuya Takashi:
Supportive king! Offers to mend her uniform when she rips it from falling (again). Designs her an outfit with motivational quotes secretly sewn into the lining. Probably reminds her of his sisters, so he’s very gentle with her.
😆Smiley (Nahoya Kawata)
Literal soulmate! He supports her in her races with him and his brother yelling louder than any one there! Probably has like a bunch of friendship bracelets from her that he wears during fights!
😡Angry (Souya Kawata):
Deeply emotional! Cries when she talks about never giving up despite losing so much. Feels so bad when she cries about losing the race she always wanted to win. Doesn’t talk much but they still hang out with his brother a lot!
Bonus: Imagine all of Toman cheering on reader as she runs on the track. It doesn't matter if shes last place or first they're the loudest there!! Signs and all!!
A/n- Feel free to add on to the headcanons!!! This is my first fic so be nice plz!
