a/n ; got inspired by this video and found it cute so i wanted to write a little something ^^
The sea breeze was gentle in this late afternoon.
It carried salt and warmth, and the sky glowed in that soft golden hour โwhere everything feels like itโs holding its breath.
You spotted him before he spotted you.
Rin, sitting on a bench by the shore, his posture relaxed, a rare softness in his face, earphones in his ear while watching the waves of the sea. His hair caught the dying light, sea wind brushing through it like it belonged there.
You smiled to yourself. Heโd said he wanted to โclear his head,โ but you knew what that meantโhe just wanted to be alone somewhere quietโฆ until you found him anyway.
So you didnโt call out to him. You just walked closer, and sat at the opposite side of the bench, just behind him. Close enough to feel him near, far enough that he hadnโt turned around yet.
The two of you sat in silence, facing different directionโhim toward the horizon, you, facing the other way. The sound of the waves filled the space between you, the rhythmic hush of water over sand.
Then, without looking, Rin shifted.
You saw his shoulders straighten, his head tilt slightly. A pause.
And then, he turned his head. Slowly, deliberately.
His eyes found you, and for a heartbeat, they softened, sea-glass blue melting into warmth.
โโฆItโs you,โ he murmured, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
You laughed quietly. โYou didnโt even look.โ
โI didnโt have to,โ he said, leaning back, his gaze never leaving yours. โI knew it was you.โ
You tilted your head, curiously. โBy what โ my footsteps?โ
He shook his head once, the faintest smirk flickering there. โYour scent.โ
You blinked, clearly surprisedโthen your chest filled with that fluttering warmth only he could cause.
โSeriously?โ you teased. โThatโs how you recognized me?โ
Rinโs eyes softened again, and he reached out, his fingers brushing yours before curling around your hand. His voice was quiet, almost tender.
โI could find you anywhere,โ he said simply. โeven if I couldnโt see you.โ
The sea roared softly behind you, the wind lifting your hair. You leaned closer, resting your head on his shoulder, and he turned slightly so that familiar and comforting scent, could surrounded him again.
The two of you stayed like that as the sky started to take darker colors. No words. Just the sound of the tide and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your ear.
When you finally whispered, โYou always say the most unfair things.โ Rin let out a small chuckleโlow, rare, and beautiful.
He pressed a kiss to your temple. โOnly because you make me want to.โ
And as the waves kissed the shore again and again, Rinโs hand found yoursโwarm, sure, and certain, and he didnโt let go.
author note ; I think I might do the same for someone else but I donโt know who..๐ค anyway first phantom busters post !!
A = Affection ( how does he shows affection)
At the start of your relationship, Kotaro was very awkward since you are his first relation, but as time goes by he starts to show you his affection in quiet, meaningful ways, with soft words, gentle touches, offering comfort in music or small favors. His affection is understated yet deeply sincere. ๏ฟผ ๏ฟผ
B = Best Friend (how is he as a friend)
As a best friend, heโd be loyal, caring, and supportive. Friendship might begin with you joining the club: youโd speak gently, persistently, and earn his trust. ๏ฟผ
C = Cuddles (how does he likes cuddles)
He loves cuddles, you do it most of the time in private. A shy touchโmaybe you hugging him from behind or being the โbig spoonโ,grounds him and calms his nerves. ๏ฟผ
D = Domestic
Kotaro can cook (canon) and enjoys making meals for you, like a homemade school lunch, slightly hesitant to let you help but cherishing your presence while he cooks. ๏ฟผ ๏ฟผ
E = Ending (break-up)
I do not see him breaking up with you, I think if he got in a relationship itโs because he really wants something serious, so youโd have to be the one initiating the breakup. If this day come, I think he would genuinely be broken and cry wondering what he did wrong.
F = Fiancรฉ(e) (what does he think about mariage)
Heโs cautious about commitment; given his anxiety, heโd move slowly toward โforeverโ and likely propose only when heโs 100% sure the relationship is safe and meaningful.
G = Gentle (how gentle is he)
Emotionally and physically, Kotaro is extremely gentleโhis words are soft, his actions mindful, and his presence comforting even when anxious. ๏ฟผ ๏ฟผ
H = Hugs
He enjoys hugs,it just help him feels better, most of the time you are the one initiating it. A hug from you helps him feel grounded. In public, he might shyly tuck into your side to hideโtouch matters deeply to him. ๏ฟผ
I = I Love You (how often does he say it)
He likely says it slowly, after real emotional significanceโperhaps during a comforting moment at home or in music-filled silence.
J = Jealousy (how jealous is he)
Not very jealous, but more like protective a bit reserved and anxious when someone else gets close to you, but he trusts you so he wonโt say anything on the moment. His care shows most clearly one-on-one.
K = Kisses
Soft, tentative, and meaningful, perhaps on your forehead or hand at first. Heโd be shy about direct lips-to-lips kisses, more likely to kiss you in sleepy moments or private contexts.
L = Little Ones (does he likes kid)
Kids likely calm him heโs gentle and nurturing. His empathy toward spirits suggests heโd be patient and supportive with children, especially in quiet, soothing company. With kids his anxiety isnโt as bad as with people his age.
M = Morning (how are mornings like)
Mornings might be quiet. Heโd bring you tea to wake you up, before starting your usual routine.
N = Night (how are nights like)
Nights are peaceful: music sharing or ASMR since he likes listening to it before sleeping (canon) , little talks about how went his day and yours, just peace. ๏ฟผ
O = Open (how quickly does he open to you)
He opens up slowly. He first reveals quirks or secrets in gentle phasesโusually during calm moments or shared stories about music or spirits. He rarely overshares all at once.
P = Patience (how patient is he)
Extremely patient. His anxiety may cause withdrawals, but he takes time to processโnever snaps. Youโd have to gently coax or reassure him, and heโd appreciate it deeply.
Q = Quizzes (how is his memory)
He remembers small details about you like your favorite song, a new restaurant you wanted to try and others things you said in the pastโespecially if it resonates with music or emotion. His memory is selective but meaningful.
R = Remember (favorite moment with you)
His favorite moment might be when you held his hand in public, calming him without saying a word. Or a late-night music session where he finally felt truly connected with you.
S = Security (how protective is he)
Not the protective type in a flashy way, but emotionally protective ; heโd quietly block your bag before you carry it, offer his jacket, remind you to stay hydrated or cook for youโall acts of caring shielded in calmness. ๏ฟผ
T = Try
He puts gentle effort into dates or small giftsโperhaps a homemade playlist or a guitar tune you like. He invests emotional energy, even if he struggles socially.
U = Ugly (bad habits)
He might fidget or flush when anxious, avoid eye contact, stutter, or even vomit when extremely nervous around you or others. His awareness of it makes him self-conscious, but he canโt do anything about it. ๏ฟผ ๏ฟผ
V = Vanity (how are his clothes)
Based on how he wears his uniform, Iโd say he wears more practical clothing, avoids formal uniforms, cares more about comfort than appearance. Vanity isnโt his interest. ๏ฟผ
W = Whole (does he feels complete with you)
He likely feels more whole with you, your presence helps him question isolation and embrace human connection more fully. ๏ฟผ
X = Xtra ( random headcanon)
He playlists you to fall asleep, and he likes to admire you sleeping, heโll often put quiet instrumental with soft vocals, or ASMR tracks that remind him of peaceful spirits. ๏ฟผ
Y = Yuck (what does he hates)
He dislikes crowded, loud places ; over-stimulation drains him. Heโd much rather stay home with you or retreat to quiet corners, if he really has to go out. ๏ฟผ
Z = Zzz (sleeping habits)
ASMR or quiet music helps him fall asleep. He might fall asleep playing guitar softly or listening to ambient sounds. ๏ฟผ
Hi!!! Can I request furin first years (suo, nirei, sakura and kiryu) having a crush on reader whoโs VERY POPULAR like very popular. they have a title in town, who got everyone wrapped around their finger and everything they do is getting praised and fawned by everyone. For example reader is just walking to school and passers by will say: โtheyre walkingโ โso cuteโ โand feminineโ and cue the boys getting jealous? ๐ i just really think its cute and funny after watching toilet bound hanako-kun / after school hanako-kun
โฌ a/n ; got MASSIVE inspiration from teruashi for this one and got a lot a of fun writing it , thanks for your request !!
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It started the second your footsteps hit the street.
โAh! [Y/N], that outfit looks amazing on you!โ
โShe waved at meโdid you see that? She waved!โ
โI heard she got full marks againโฆ classic [Y/N]. Sheโs unreal.โ
The usual murmur of the town morphed into a gentle buzz the moment you walked by. Compliments flew like cherry blossoms in spring, soft and constant. You barely noticed. You always did smile at people, always did help the old man on the corner with his cart. You werenโt trying to be idolizedโyou just were.
And standing in the middle of all of it, arms crossed and frown deepening, was Sakura.
He leaned against the wall outside the convenience store, barely pretending to look at his phone as you walked past. His mismatched tracking your every move.
God, you didnโt even try.
โHey, [Y/N]!โ one guy called from across the street. โThat speech you gave at the community eventโseriously, you should run for mayor!โ
You laughed. โOnly if Sakuraโs my bodyguard.โ
He choked. Literally choked on the drink heโd been sipping.
You glanced at him with that bright grin, clueless as ever. โWhat? Youโre the strongest guy I know. People would listen.โ
โโฆTch,โ he muttered, turning his face away quickly so you wouldnโt see the heat creeping up his neck.
He hated this.
He didnโt hate you. He hated how much he liked you.
You had the whole town dancing around you like you were royalty, and he wasnโt immune either. He justโฆ refused to be obvious about it.
Another group passed by, giggling after you complimented someoneโs earrings. One girl whispered, not-so-quietly, โSheโs perfect, isnโt she?โ
His jaw clenched.
He pushed off the wall and fell into step beside you.
โYouโre like a magnet,โ he said flatly, not looking at you.
You blinked up at him. โHuh?โ
โPeople. They follow you around like stray cats. You breathe and someoneโs writing a poem about it.โ
You raised an eyebrow. โJealous?โ
His ears turned red. โTchโof them? N-No.โ
โThen who?โ
He froze.
Shit.
You stopped walking, tilting your head at him, playful but patient. Like you were trying to see through his walls without even knocking.
โโฆForget it,โ he muttered, brushing past you, voice low. โJust donโt smile at anyone else like that today.โ
You grinned. โWhy not?โ
โBecause,โ he said, finally glancing back with something soft in his usually guarded eyes, โyouโll make me start fights.โ
๐๐๐ฒ๐๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ฎ๐จ
You stroll along the lakeside promenade, sunlight dancing on the water. The townโs folkโtourists, shop owners, schoolkidsโpause to greet you:
โGood morning, [Y/N]!โ
โThat ribbon looks lovely on you, it matches the dawn sky.โ
โOur townโs heart beats wherever you go.โ
Soft smiles, warm nodsโyour quiet kindness and natural charisma enchant everyone. You stop to tie a childโs shoelace ; they beam up at you, and you wave gently. The passerby holler after you: โYou make this town shine!โ
Suo follows a short distance behind, hands behind his back. His expression remains serene, almost unreadableโbut his gaze stays fixed on you. It almost looks like there is no jealousy in sight, only that silent intensity he reserves for those he truly values.
As you skirt the waterโs edge, Suo take a last glance at you before deciding to step by your side.
โYou really shouldnโt overdo it.โ he says quietly. His voice, calm and even, carries a weight that makes you glance at him.
You look puzzled. โOverdo what ?โ
You reach out, gently brushing against the fabric of his sleeve. Suo glances at your hand but doesnโt pull away. โYouโre drawing everyoneโs attention,โ he says softly, tone measured and clear. โBut..โ he pauses, as if weighing his words carefully, โIโd rather be the one whose attention you truly feel.โ
A hush seems to settle between you, the worldโs noise dimming. His words are quiet, almost reluctant, reflecting the emotional restraint heโs taught himself. He doesnโt wear his heart on his sleeve, yet the weight behind that sentenceโฆitโs heavy with intention.
You smile, understanding more in his silence than any grand gesture could convey. Suo inclines his head slightly, always respectful, like a gentleman in his element.
you feel it in full: his calm is a shield, his devotion a precise act of care, subtle, unwavering, and utterly his.
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The sun hung low over Makochi, casting a warm golden hue across the bustling streets. You strolled through the town square, a gentle breeze tousling your hair, drawing the admiring gazes of passersby. Your presence was magnetic and your beauty undeniable. Whispers followed you like a soft echo, compliments floated in the air, and every step you took seemed to captivate the crowd.
Amidst the sea of voices, one pair of eyes observed you from a distanceโAkihiko Nirei. His usual calm demeanor was replaced with a subtle tension as he watched you interact with others. A faint frown tugged at his lips, and his grip tightened around his notebook, the pages crinkling under the pressure.
โWhy does she have to be so perfect ?โ he thought, his heart racing. โEveryone notices herโฆ but does she even see me ?ยด
He watched as you laughed with a group of students, your smile lighting up the area. A pang of jealousy shot through him. He had always admired you from afar, cherishing the moments when you would share a brief conversation or a smile. But today, seeing you surrounded by admirers, he felt a sting he couldnโt ignore.
As you approached the cafรฉ where he sat, his heart skipped a beat. You waved at him, your eyes sparkling with recognition. โHey, Nirei! Iโm happy to see you here!โ
He stood up quickly, his face flushing slightly. โH-Hey! Uh, yeah, just taking a break from our patrol.โ he stammered, trying to mask his unease.
You smiled warmly. โMind if I join you?โ
โOf course not! Please, sit !โ he gestured to the empty chair across from him.
As you settled in, the conversation flowed easily. Nirei found himself laughing at your jokes, his earlier discomfort melting away in your presence. Yet, a part of him couldnโt shake the feeling that he was competing for your attention, not just with his friends but with the entire town.
Later that day, as you parted ways, you gave him a quick hug. โSee you around, Nirei. Take care!โ
He watched you walk away, his feelings a whirlwind of admiration and longing. โMaybe one dayโฆ he mused, Iโll be more than just a friend to her.โ
๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฎ
You stood near the entrance of a quaint cafรฉ, waiting for Kiryu. He had invited you to join him for a casual evening, a rare occurrence that filled you with anticipation.
Today, more than usual, eyes followed you: admiring glances, hushed compliments, even a few nervous smiles.
When Kiryu finally arrived, his face remained composedโjust a slight slack of his shoulders, a fleeting shadow over his usually gentle smile. Anyone else might have missed it, but you felt something shift in the air.
โWant to eat somewhere quieter today?โ
You tilted your head. โIs everything okay?โ
He hesitated, then looked away. โ..if youโd rather, I can go somewhere else.โ
Your heart almost skipped a beat. โI like being with you.โ
He offered a small, relieved smile, glancing toward a group of students who turned to stare as you entered. One brave soul waved at you, making you smile a little.
Kiryuโs jaw tightened just enough. He stepped closer, subtly shielding you. Was he feeling jealous ? Totally. Could he do something about that ? Sadly not.
Inside, you ordered your favorites. As you chatted about things like homework, your upcoming art projectโKiryu seemed more distant. When the student from earlier tried to hit on you and leaned in your personal space, clearly making you uncomfortable.
Kiryu stiffened. He leaned forward, shielding you from the offender. โExcuse me,โ he said quietly but firmly to him. โThatโs enough.โ
The student tensed and finally backed off. You met Kiryuโs gaze. โYou didnโt have to do that.โ
He shook his head, face unreadable. โDonโt worry, it was nothing.โ
Underneath his calm demeanor, his chest rose and fell a bit faster. You felt the protective tension radiating from him.
After the cafรฉ trip, you walked outside into the golden twilight. Silence hung between you until Kiryu stopped and faced you, dusk lighting catching the soft pink of his hair.
โYouโre going to keep being stared at,โ he said quietly. โAnd Iโฆ it bothers me.โ
Your heart fluttered. โI know. Iโm sorry it made you uncomfortable.โ
He swallowed, swallowing more than words. โIโฆ I donโt like it when others take what should be my time with you.โ His voice was barely above a whisper, but charged with feeling.
His features suddenly softened, a rare vulnerability peeking through his usual gentle smile. โDonโt let them take that.โ He offered his arm.
You linked yours with his, smiling back. As the evening breeze picked up, it felt like everything had shiftedโcalm waters stirred at last, revealing the warmth of what was blossoming beneath.
Hiii you said you mostly write sfw could you tell me your request rules for your other genres like what you will write and wont write? ๐
Hii , I mostly write sfw/fluff but I can also write angst , hurt/confort , some crossover and also alternative universe (AU) and dark fic too ( not that explicit tho ) ^^
I can also write nsfw but Iโm still pretty bad at it so thatโs why I donโt do it right now ๐
Eugene, a high school student, initially didn't believe in ghosts until he meets Mogari, a descendant of spiritual mediums, who attends a regular high school but is required by his family to conduct exorcisms in Kamakura, a place known for spirits gathering.
Author note ; Hii , Iโm really sorry it took me a long time to see your request because of school I wasnโt on tumblr :( but since i finished for this year Iโll definitely have a lot of time to write !!
The streets were alive with the hum of evening traffic, the golden hues of sunset painting the pavement in warm tones. You adjusted your grip on the handlebars, your heart already pounding in anticipation. Beside you, Mahon Jo stretched lazily, his usual smirk playing on his lips.
"Another race?" he teased, rolling his bike closer. "You never learn, do you?"
You shot him a glare, but there was no real heat behind it. "Shut up. Todayโs the day I finally beat you."
Mahon chuckled, shaking his head. "Keep dreaming."
But there was something different about the way he looked at you today : something softer, less taunting. You didnโt have time to think of it though, because the moment your eyes met, the two of you took off without another word.
The wind roared in your ears as you pedaled furiously, your muscles burning. Mahon was always faster, always stronger, but you refused to let him pull ahead this time. You matched his speed, weaving through the narrow alleys and sharp turns with practiced ease.
And thenโsomething strange happened.
As you neared the final stretch, Mahonโs usual burst of speed never came. Instead, he stayed just half a bike length behind you, his usual competitive fire dimmed. You crossed the finish line first, skidding to a stop as you turned to face him, chest heaving.
"Did you justโฆ let me win?"
Mahon slowed to a stop beside you, his expression unreadable for a moment before he grinned. "Maybe."
You narrowed your eyes. "Why?"
He shrugged, looking away as if suddenly interested in the pavement. "Maybe I just wanted to see you smile when you won for once."
Your breath caught in your throat.
Later that evening, the two of you sat on the curb outside a convenience store, sharing a bag of chips as the streetlights flickered on. The air between you was different ; lighter, charged with something unspoken.
"So," you started, nudging his shoulder, "youโre admitting Iโm faster than you now?"
Mahon snorted. "In your dreams."
"Then whyโd you let me win?"
He hesitated, his fingers tapping restlessly against his knee. For the first time since youโd known him, Mahon looked nervous.
"Because," he finally muttered, "I like you."
The words hung in the air between you, heavy and real. You blinked, your pulse skyrocketing.
"Youโฆ what?"
Mahon groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Donโt make me say it again."
You couldnโt help the grin that spread across your face. "Say it one more time. Just to be sure."
He turned to look at you then, his dark eyes serious. "I like you. A lot. And I didnโt want to see you frustrated after losing to me again, soโฆ I let you win."
Your heart swelled. "So what youโre saying isโฆ youโre whipped ?"
Mahon groaned again, but he was smiling. "Shut up."
You laughed while leaning into him. "Guess this means I donโt have to race you anymore to get your attention, huh?"
He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. "Youโre still racing me. But next time? I wonโt go easy on you."
You smirked. "Good. Because I wouldnโt want you to."
And as the city buzzed around you, you realized winning the race hadnโt been the only victory of this day.
Author note ; Thanks a lot for the compliment on my work it means a lot to me !! Itโs been like a month since i last wrote , med school is killing me , so sorry if i take a lot of time doing your request !
You finally found the young boy, youโve been searching for quit long now, crouched in a alley, again.
You knew that weird glint in his eyes before you even saw what he was doing โ legs folded, hands still, face blank.
โโฆHyuk.โ you said cautiously.
He didnโt even look up. โIt was already dying.โ
You took a step closer and saw it โ a dragonfly, wings gone, body twitching weakly on the ground. You winced. He didnโt.
โI wanted to see how long itโd move without wings.โ he said, as if it were science. As if it didnโt make your stomach twist a little.
โYouโre scaring the other kids.โ you said carefully.
โTheyโre stupid.โ he muttered.
You squatted down next to him. โThey said you tried to fight three of them yesterday.โ
โThey wouldnโt shut up.โ His jaw clenched. โThey said I was crazy.โ
You looked at him for a long time. He didnโt seem angry, well, not really. Justโฆ detached. Like there was a wall between him and the rest of the world.
Except when he looked at you.
โIโm not scared of you.โ
Hyukโs eyes flicked to yours, unreadable. โMaybe you should be.โ
You reached out, brushing your fingers against his scraped-up knuckles. โMaybe I just know you better than they do.โ
He stared at you like he didnโt understand why you stayed. But he didnโt pull away.
You and Hyuk sat side by side on the low wall behind some abandoned garage. The race had ended hours ago, but the rest of the team had already left, leaving the two of you
Rain tapped gently against the pavement, but the overhang kept the both of you dry. Hyuk was staring ahead, hoodie pulled low over his face, one knee propped up, fingers loosely laced around it.
โI forgot how quiet it gets here after dark.โ you said softly.
He hummed in agreement. โThatโs why I like it.โ
You glanced at him, chin on your knees. โYou ever miss when it was just us? Back home?โ
He was quiet for a moment. Then: โSometimes.โ
You smiled faintly. That was Hyuk-speak for all the time.
โYou were a menace.โ you said teasingly. โYou used to always making kids cry, and fought with them.โ
โThey started it.โ he replied evenly, not even looking at you. โI didnโt like when they talked about you.โ
You blinked. โWaitโwhat?โ
Hyukโs expression didnโt change. โThey said stuff. I didnโt like it. So I made them stop.โ
A beat passed. You swallowed, unsure what to say. It was the kind of thing only Hyuk would casually drop in conversation like it didnโt mean something.
He shifted slightly, then spoke again, voice lower this time.
โI didnโt know how to say things back then. So I just did what I could.โ
You let that sit between you for a minute. The sound of the rain, the wind rustling the trees, the way his shoulder was just barely brushing yours.
โYou still do that,โ you said. โEven now.โ
He glanced at you. โWhat do you mean?โ
โYou show up. Quietly. You donโt say muchโฆ but youโre always there.โ
Hyuk looked away again, like he didnโt know what to do with that kind of truth.
You leaned your head against his shoulder gently. โYou donโt have to say anything, Hyuk. Iโve always known how to read you.โ
He didnโt move, but after a moment, his hand found yours between you โ not a full grip, just fingers brushing yours lightly.
Hobin is a broke high school student who gets bullied at school. One day, he gets into a fight with Jiksae, the cameraman of influential newtuber Pakgo. The fight was accidentally recorded and uploaded, garnering a lot of views and quite a bit of money for Hobin.
Author note ; thank you very much for the compliment on my writing, itโs been long since i last wrote, bit donโt worry guys i see all of your requests, ans as soon as i got time , iโll do them ;)
The sound of sneakers scuffing against pavement filled the air as you struggled to keep up with Seong Taehoonโs pace. He had invited you to train with him at his dads gym, claiming he needed a โpunching bag that could talk back.โ You knew better. Taehoon wasnโt the type to ask for company unless he wanted it.
โSeriously? Thatโs all you got?โ he teased, dodging your weak attempt at a jab. His signature smirk was plastered on his face, making you want to wipe it off, preferably with a well-placed kick.
โOh, shut up,โ you huffed, lunging at him again.
He sidestepped effortlessly, his hands still tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. โTsk. You need to work on your footwork. Youโre gonna get your ass kicked in a real fight.โ
Rolling your eyes, you bent down to tie your loose shoelace. Before you could react, Taehoon flicked your forehead, making you flinch. โYou always let your guard down,โ he said grinning.
โYeah? And you always run your mouth,โ you shot back, swatting his hand away.
Taehoon chuckled but didnโt deny it. He watched as you stood up, his gaze lingering just a second too long.
โWhat?โ you asked, raising an eyebrow.
He shrugged, turning away. โNothing.โ
But you werenโt stupid. Youโd caught the way his smirk faltered, how his usual cocky demeanor softened for just a moment. It wasnโt the first time, either. Taehoon wasnโt exactly the โsoftโ type, but lately, heโd been looking at you differently, like he actually cared.
โI can hear you overthinking,โ he said suddenly, his voice unusually serious. โRelax, dumbass.โ
You scoffed. โIf you have something to say, just say it.โ
Taehoon hesitated for a second before running a hand through his hair. โโฆI donโt hate having you around, okay?โ His voice was gruff, like he was forcing the words out. โSo donโt go getting yourself hurt in some dumb fight.โ
Your heart skipped a beat. Seong Taehoon, the human embodiment of sarcasm and eye-rolls, was worried about you?
You decided to push your luck. โAww, do you like me, Taehoon?โ
His ears turned slightly pink, but he scoffed. โTch. Donโt get cocky.โ
But then, in a blink, he stepped closer, his face inches from yours. โBut yeah,โ he murmured, voice low, โI do like you.โ
And before you could fully process what was happening, he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.
By the time you snapped out of your daze, Taehoon was already walking away, hands shoved in his pockets like nothing happened.
โHey-what the hell was that?!โ you shouted after him, flustered beyond belief.
He turned his head slightly, smirking. โGuess youโll have to train harder to catch me and find out.โ
Hi, I'm also French so if there are any mistakes, sorry. It would be cool if you could redo a story about Oliver in Windbreaker. Maybe with him introducing his girlfriend to his team (I haven't gotten to this passage yet so I don't really know the context) or others, I just want a story with him because he's sorely lacking one, sniff TuT.
The Homescreen Surprise
Oliver x fem!reader
Genre ; sfw ; fluff
Author note ; Hii, in honor of oliver and poel comeback, iโll write this little story for him :) and itโs true that there are not a lot of stories about oliver but donโt worry about that, im planning on writing more ;) (Premiere fois que je crois une personne franรงaise sur tumblr jโen ai presque les larmes aux yeux ๐ฅฒ)
It was a simple quiet afternoon at the headquarters of the scavenger crew. Veil, Oliver and Clover sat around a small table, sipping drinks and chatting about upcoming races. Clover was sprawled across her chair, scrolling through her phone, while Veil meticulously reviewed the teamโs schedule on his tablet.
โOliver, whatโs the route for tomorrowโs ?โ Clover asked, not looking up.
Oliver fumbled with his bag, pulling out his phone to double-check. As he turned the screen on, Cloverโs sharp eyes caught a glimpse of it from across the table. Her straw froze mid-sip.
โWait a second!โ she exclaimed, nearly knocking over her drink. โOliver! Is thatโ?โ
Oliverโs face turned bright red as he scrambled to lock his phone, but it was too late. Clover had already seen it.
โYour homescreen isโฆ a girl! A really pretty girl!โ she declared, pointing at him accusingly.
Veilโs eyes narrowed as he set down his tablet. โWhat is she talking about?โ
Clover leaned forward, practically bouncing with excitement. โOliverโs wallpaper is a photo of him and some girl! Who is she, huh? Spill!โ
Oliver sighed, knowing there was no way out of this. โOkay, okay, fine,โ he said, holding up his hands in surrender. โHer name is Y/N. Sheโsโฆ my girlfriend.โ
Clover gasped dramatically, clapping her hands together. โI knew it! Youโve been holding out on us! How long has this been going on?โ
Oliver hesitated. โUhโฆ a few months.โ
โA few months?โ Veil repeated, his tone sharp. โAnd you didnโt think to tell us?โ
โI was going to!โ Oliver protested. โI justโฆ wasnโt sure how youโd react.โ
Clover leaned over, grinning from ear to ear. โWell, I think itโs adorable. And sheโs gorgeous, by the way. How did you manage that, Oliver?โ
โThanks, Clover,โ Oliver muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
Veil leaned back in his chair, studying Oliver intently. โSo why is she your homescreen? Thatโs pretty bold for you.โ
Oliver glanced at his phone, his face softening at the thought. โItโs one of my favorite pictures of us. She said itโs hers too, soโฆ I just put it up. It makes me happy.โ
Veilโs expression shifted ever so slightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. โAlright, fair enough. But weโre meeting her soon. If youโre serious about this, we need to know who she is.โ
Oliver blinked. โYou want to meet her?โ
โOf course!โ Clover chirped. โSheโs basically part of the team now. Plus, I have to make sure she knows all about your embarrassing habits.โ
โClover!โ
Veil chuckled lightly, standing up and grabbing his jacket. โYou brought this on yourself, Oliver. Next practice, bring her along. If she can put up with you, Iโm sure sheโll survive us too.โ
As Veil walked toward the door, Clover patted Oliver on the shoulder, her grin as mischievous as ever. โDonโt worry, weโll go easy on her. Probably.โ
Oliver groaned but couldnโt help smiling. Knowing his team wanted to meet Y/N made him nervous, but it also felt right. After all, they were familyโchaotic, meddling and loud, but family nonetheless.
The Team Veil headquarters buzzed with energy as Veil, Clover, and the rest of the crew prepared for their visitor. The tools were neatly arranged, bikes were polished, and the usually cluttered space looked almost presentable for once. Clover, sitting cross-legged on the couch, was practically vibrating with excitement.
โI canโt believe Oliverโs actually bringing his girlfriend here,โ she said for the tenth time. โItโs like seeing a unicorn or something.โ
Veil glanced up from his workbench, raising an eyebrow. โYouโre acting like youโve never seen someone date before. Itโs not that big of a deal.โ
Clover rolled her eyes. โItโs a huge deal. Oliverโs been so secretive about her, and now we finally get to meet her. Arenโt you at least a little curious?โ
โIโm curious about how sheโll handle meeting us,โ Veil said with a faint smirk.
Before Clover could respond, the sound of footsteps approached the door. Oliver stepped in, looking slightly nervous but trying his best to act casual. Beside him was Y/N, smiling warmly and exuding a calm confidence.
โHey, guys,โ Oliver said, glancing around. โWeโre here.โ
โY/N!โ Clover exclaimed, hopping off the couch and rushing over. โHi! Oh my gosh, Iโve been dying to meet you. Youโre even prettier than Oliver said.โ
Y/N laughed, shaking Cloverโs hand. โHi, Clover. Itโs so nice to meet you too. Oliverโs told me a lot about you.โ
โHas he?โ Clover asked, her grin widening. โGood things, I hope.โ
โOnly the best,โ Y/N replied.
Veil walked over, his arms crossed as he studied Y/N. His sharp gaze moved from her to Oliver and back again. โSo, youโre Y/N.โ
Y/N nodded, holding out her hand. โThatโs me. And you must be Veil. Oliver talks about you all the time.โ
Veil shook her hand firmly, his expression unreadable. โDoes he? Hope he didnโt exaggerate.โ
Y/N chuckled. โNot at all. He said youโre the most serious one here, and I can see thatโs true.โ
Clover snickered. โYup, thatโs Veil. Always the tough one.โ
Veil gave her a side-eye but then turned back to Y/N. โWell, youโre here. Letโs see if you can keep up with us.โ
Oliver frowned. โVeil, come on. Sheโs not here toโโ
โItโs fine,โ Y/N interrupted, smiling at Oliver before looking back at Veil. โI wouldnโt mind seeing what you guys are all about.โ
Clover clapped her hands. โI knew Iโd like you! Come on, Iโll show you around.โ
Y/N let Clover lead her on a tour of the garage, laughing at her enthusiastic explanations of every little detail. Meanwhile, Oliver stayed behind with Veil, who leaned against his bike, watching the two girls interact.
โSheโs not bad,โ Veil said after a moment.
Oliver sighed in relief. โYou really think so?โ
Veil shrugged. โSheโs confident, doesnโt seem fazed by us, and Clover likes her. Thatโs a good start. Just donโt screw it up.โ
Oliver rolled his eyes. โWhy does everyone keep saying that?โ
Veil smirked. โBecause we know you.โ
By the time Y/N and Clover returned, Y/N had already won the younger girl over completely.
โSheโs amazing, Oliver,โ Clover announced. โYouโre lucky she even likes you.โ
โClover!โ Oliver groaned, though Y/N just laughed and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.
โThanks for letting me visit,โ Y/N said to Veil. โI know how important this team is to Oliver, and I wanted to see it for myself. You guys are doing something really special here.โ
Veil nodded, his respect for her growing. โYouโre welcome anytime. Just donโt let Clover drag you into too much trouble.โ
โHey!โ Clover protested, but her grin gave her away.
As the crew settled back into their usual rhythm, Y/N fit in seamlessly, chatting with Clover, admiring the bikes, and even offering to help organize a few things. Watching her from across the room, Oliver couldnโt help but smile.
For the first time, it felt like all the pieces of his life were coming together.
Author note ; Iโve just finished reading the manga โa sign of affectionโ and i was inspired by the flower park scene to write a story so here is it :)
Author note 2 ; I also saw some time ago the trope โ the model and the photographer โ and since yukimiya is a model i decided to use it here ;)
The two-week break after the U-20 match had come at the perfect time for Yukimiya. After weeks of intense training and competition, he finally had a chance to rest and recharge. The first thing he decided to do was spend time with you, his partner, who had always been there to support him, especially during the toughest times.
You were deaf, and though Yukimiya wasnโt fluent in sign language, he loved the way you communicated with your eyes, with gestures, and the small touches that spoke volumes. One of your favorite things to do together was spend quiet days exploring places,just the two of you. Today, you had planned a trip to a beautiful park, one of his favorite spots to relax.
As he met you outside, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a soft, golden light over the world. He smiled at you, his usual energetic demeanor softened by the gentle mood of the day. You were waiting by the entrance, your eyes lighting up when you saw him.
โHey.โ he mouthed, his lips moving slowly for you to read.
You smiled warmly, nodding in response. You didnโt need to speak; your shared connection went beyond words. You motioned for him to follow, leading the way through the park. The paths were lined with trees that swayed in the breeze, their leaves whispering softly. It was a peaceful, serene atmosphere, exactly what Yukimiya had been longing for.
As the two of you walked, you kept your phone tucked in your hand. You werenโt a professional photographer, but you loved capturing little moments. Today, however, you planned to take a few secret pictures of Yukimiya. When he was focused, unaware, there was something so pure about him that you wanted to preserve.
โLetโs walk over there,โ Yukimiya signed, pointing toward a small bridge that arched over a gently flowing stream.
You nodded, smiling. As you walked, you pulled your phone out casually, holding it low in your hand so Yukimiya wouldnโt notice. Youโd gotten used to taking pictures of him this wayโstealthily, because he was never one to want attention. He always played it off as if he didnโt care about the camera, but you could tell from the way he moved or his fleeting expressions that he was self-conscious.
As you walked side by side, Yukimiya looked up at the sky, his hand adjusting his jacket as the breeze picked up. It was a quiet, serene moment. He looked so peaceful, like the weight of the world had temporarily lifted from his shoulders. You quickly unlocked your phone and snapped a picture of him from behind, his profile framed by the light of the setting sun.
He didnโt notice. You smiled softly, feeling a flutter of warmth in your chest. He was so unaware of how captivating he was, so lost in the world around him, and you loved that about him.
The two of you made your way to the bridge, and Yukimiya leaned over the railing to watch the water flow beneath. You lingered behind him for a moment, your phone still in hand. He was deep in thought, his gaze distant but calm, and you couldnโt resist taking another picture.
You tilted your phone to catch the reflection of his face in the water, the light dancing off the surface as his expression softened. It was a moment of raw vulnerability, the kind you didnโt see on the field or in public, and you felt honored to witness it.
โAre you going to take a picture of everything?โ Yukimiya teased, turning his head toward you. Heโd caught the subtle movement of your hand, the way you were holding the phone carefully.
You raised an eyebrow at him, keeping the camera pointed away as you pretended to focus on something else. โMaybe,โ you signed playfully, your fingers dancing in the air. โYouโre just so photogenic.โ
Yukimiya laughed, shaking his head. โIโm not photogenic. Youโre just sneaky.โ He grinned, looking at you with that mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
You smiled, walking closer to him, your fingers brushing his as you stood beside him. You were careful with your phone, making sure he couldnโt catch a glimpse of the picture youโd just taken. There was something about keeping it a secret, capturing him in these candid, unscripted moments, that made it feel special.
As you both stood there for a while, enjoying the sound of the water and the rustling of leaves in the breeze, you took another quick photo. This time, it was of his hand resting on the railing, his fingers gently curling around the wood. It was a simple shot, but it told you everything you needed to know. It was his moment of peace, his vulnerability.
โI think thatโs enough pictures for today,โ Yukimiya said after a while, smiling at you as you slipped the phone back into your pocket.
You looked up at him, a soft smile crossing your face. You shook your head, making a motion with your fingers that said โNever enough.โ
He raised an eyebrow but didnโt push further. Instead, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as you both walked back toward the park exit. The air had started to cool, but it didnโt matter. You were together, and that was all that mattered.
As the two of you strolled along the path, you couldnโt help but feel a deep sense of contentment. You had captured moments of him, moments he probably wouldnโt even remember, and you cherished those private, quiet photographs. They were a reminder that you saw him for who he truly was, beyond the athlete, beyond the expectations.
As you approached the gate, Yukimiya stopped and turned toward you. He signed slowly, his eyes soft. โI donโt know what you see when you look at meโฆ but thank you for always seeing me.โ
You smiled and reached up, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead before signing back, โI see everything. And Iโll always capture it.โ
With that, you both left the park together, hand in hand, knowing that while the photos may stay on your phone, the memories would always be in your heart.
Author note ; Hello , thank you for the compliment on my work and sorry for the late reply :( my request are open !
The soft knock at your window startled you. It was well past midnight, and the streets outside were eerily quiet, save for the occasional sound of crickets. You pushed aside the curtain, and your breath caught.
Wooin stood there, his expression unreadable but his shoulders slumped in a way that betrayed his exhaustion. His black hoodie was slightly damp from the night mist, and his bike leaned against the side of your house. He looked like heโd been riding for hours.
You quickly unlocked and slid the window open. โWooin? What are you doing here? Itโs so late!โ
For a moment, he didnโt say anything. He just stood there, his dark eyes meeting yours, a flicker of vulnerability you rarely saw in him.
โIโฆ I had nowhere else to go,โ he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your heart squeezed. Wooin was always so composed, always the one who seemed unshaken by anything. Seeing him like thisโso lost and unsureโmade you want to hug him right then and there.
โWait, Iโll unlock the door,โ you said, rushing downstairs to let him in.
Once inside, Wooin sat stiffly on your couch, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. You handed him a warm cup of tea, and he murmured a quiet โthank youโ before taking a sip. He seemed hesitant, as if afraid to burden you, but you didnโt press him.
After a long silence, he finally spoke. โI left.โ
You blinked. โLeft? You meanโฆ your house?โ
He nodded, staring into the cup in his hands. โIt wasnโt working. My dadโฆ he doesnโt understand me. No matter what I do, itโs never enough. I thought I could endure it, but tonightโฆโ His voice trailed off, and he swallowed hard. โI just couldnโt anymore.โ
Your chest ached at the pain in his voice. You moved closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm. โWooin, you donโt have to explain if you donโt want to. But youโre always welcome here, okay? Stay as long as you need.โ
His gaze shifted to you, surprise flickering in his eyes. โYou mean that?โ
โOf course I do,โ you said firmly. โYouโre not alone, Wooin.โ
For a moment, he didnโt say anything, just stared at you like he was trying to figure out if you were serious. Then, to your surprise, a faint smile tugged at his lips. It wasnโt much, but it was genuine, and it made your heart swell.
โThank you,โ he said softly.
That night, you set up a makeshift bed for him in the spare room, insisting he take the extra blankets to keep warm. Before heading to bed, you peeked in to check on him.
Wooin was lying on his side, his back rising and falling steadily as he breathed. For the first time since youโd seen him at your window, he looked peaceful, like the weight of the world had finally lifted from his shoulders.
The next morning, the smell of fresh pancakes filled the air. You werenโt much of a chef, but you figured Wooin deserved a good breakfast after everything heโd been through. You glanced at the clockโit was still early, but you hadnโt been able to sleep much. The thought of Wooin showing up at your window like that lingered in your mind.
You were flipping the last pancake when you heard soft footsteps behind you. Turning, you saw Wooin standing at the edge of the kitchen, looking a little unsure of himself.
โGood morning,โ you said with a smile, setting the plate of pancakes on the table.
โMorning,โ he replied quietly, his voice still a little hoarse from the night before. He looked like he hadnโt fully woken up yet, his hair slightly tousled and his hoodie wrinkled.
โI made some pancakes,โ you said, gesturing toward the table. โI wasnโt sure what you like, but I figured you could use something warm.โ
Wooin hesitated for a moment before sitting down. โYou didnโt have to do this,โ he said softly, though there was a hint of gratitude in his tone.
โI wanted to,โ you replied, sitting across from him. โBesides, I couldnโt just let you starve after you biked all the way here in the middle of the night.โ
That earned a small chuckle from him, a sound so rare that it caught you off guard. He picked up his fork and took a bite, his movements careful and deliberate as always.
โThese are good.โ he said after a moment, his expression softening.
โReally? I was worried theyโd be too burnt,โ you teased, trying to lighten the mood.
He shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. โTheyโre perfect.โ
As the day went on, you could see Wooin start to relax. He spent most of the morning helping you tidy up the house, insisting that he didnโt want to โfreeload.โ Despite your protests, he cleaned the kitchen and even helped you reorganize your bookshelf.
By the afternoon, the two of you were lounging in the living room. Wooin was flipping through a book heโd found on your shelf, while you scrolled through your phone, debating whether or not to order pizza for dinner.
โYouโre really okay with me staying here?โ he asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.
You looked up from your phone. He wasnโt looking at you, his eyes fixed on the pages of the book, but you could tell the question was genuine.
โOf course I am,โ you said firmly. โI told you last night, you can stay as long as you need to. No strings attached.โ
Wooin closed the book, his fingers tracing the edges of the cover. โIโve never hadโฆ this before,โ he admitted quietly. โA place that feels safe.โ
Your heart ached at his words. Youโd known Wooin for a while now, but he rarely opened up about his personal life. Hearing this made you realize just how much heโd been keeping inside.
โWell, you have one now,โ you said gently. โThis is your home too, for as long as you want it to be.โ
He looked at you then, his dark eyes searching yours. For a moment, you thought he might say something, but instead, he simply nodded.
That night, as you were getting ready for bed, there was knock, this time on your bedroom door.
โCome in.โ you called, and Wooin stepped inside, looking a little awkward.
โI justโฆ wanted to say thank you,โ he said, his voice quiet. โFor everything. I donโt think Iโve said that enough.โ
โYou donโt have to thank me, Wooin,โ you replied with a smile.
He hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod. โGoodnight,โ he said softly before heading back to his room.
As you lay in bed that night, you couldnโt help but feel a sense of warmth. Wooin had been through so much, but you were determined to be there for him, no matter what.
And judging by the faint smile youโd seen on his face that day, you knew he was starting to believe he wasnโt alone anymore.
๐ฏ๐ฏ From an early age, Haruka Sakura was an outcast due to his unconventional appearance and lack of social skills. However, after enrolling at Furin High School, Sakura has only one goalโto become the best.