Tenya had a rough shift the night before, leading him to unfortunately have a hard time sleeping.
Slipping in and out of sleep, the feeling of your weight and warmth against him pulling him under while the stress from the day keeps him awake.
He rubs your back in an attempt to soothe himself, he glances over at the clock.
3:15 AM
It blinks on the nightstand.
He sighs and shuts his eyes in another attempt to sleep it feels like he blinks when he opens his eyes again.
The blue morning light seeps through the blinds and now you're somehow on the other side of him.
Leg thrown over his as you snore softly into the crook of his neck, He huffs and looks at the clock again.
5:34 AM
He wraps his arms around you and holds you even tighter, placing soft kisses on your forehead.
You stir in your sleep, humming lowly as his hand draws light circles on your back, he notices you crack an eye open before shutting them and nuzzling into him more.
"My apologies, did I wake you?" He mumbles softly into your hairline.
"No.." your voice is small and raspy from sleep, you shake your head.
He places another kiss to your forehead, tightening his hold on you he carefully rolls over, bringing you with him, you whine from the sudden movement.
You rest your head on his bicep as he curls his arm around you, he nuzzles into you more, his chest pressed against your back.
"You've been tossing and turning all night." You mumble, placing a soft kiss on his bicep.
"Whats the matter?" You lean into him.
"It was just a hard day, nothing to worry about." He says softly, bringing his hand up to play with your hair.
He buries is face is your hair, rubbing his thumb back and forth on your hip, thinking of what to say. Nothing particular happened, it just felt like a hard day.
"You sure?" You question, intertwining your hand in his, arm limp under your head twitches to life to hold on to your hand.
"Yes." He kisses your head,
Laying in silence, his thumb goes back to tracing your hip, he presses his body into you more.
Seeking more of you and your warmth, he tries to flood his senses with you, keeping you pressed against him, shoving his face in your hair inhaling your scent.
Neither of you know how long you've been quiet for, half asleep and soaking in each other's company.
"Turn over." You mumble breaking the silence, "gonna rub your back."
He hums lowly before pulling his arms away, even under the covers you feel cold at the loss of his arms around you.
He turns to have his back towards you and you reach out, slowly rubbing your hand in circles on his back.
He feels the tension in his shoulders melt as you scratch and massage him, he sighs, letting the last bit of stress and tension escape him before he finally drifts off.
You continue to rub his back for a few more moments, drifting into sleep yourself but before you finally succumb to sleep, you sit up and glance over his shoulder.
His eyes are closed and soft breaths fall from his lips, you give a lazy kiss to his shoulder before plopping down behind him.
You press your chest to his back and wrap your arms around him, allowing yourself to fall back asleep.
Ariana Grande x Female Reader
Summary : you are almost always there for ari when shes filming any REM video of sorts, always behind behind the camera, but you cave in this time for ari to 'use' you as her model.
Warning : fluff, flirting, not secret but private
The camera was set up perfectly, the soft glow of the ring light casting an ethereal aura around Ariana as she adjusted the R.E.M. beauty products on the sleek glass table. I stood behind the camera, adjusting the focus, but honestly? I was already mesmerized.
She looked up at me through her thick lashes, lips curving into that signature mischievous smile. "Babe, you sure you don’t want to be in front of the camera this time? I need a model."
I groaned playfully. "Ari, I don’t trust you with this power. You’re gonna make me look like a clown."
She gasped, feigning offense. "Excuse you! I am a professional. You’re gonna be stunning whether you like it or not."
I sighed dramatically. "Fine. But only because I know you won’t let this go."
Ariana grinned in victory and pulled me in front of the camera, making me sit on the stool while she stood between my legs. As she picked up a fluffy brush, I instinctively moved my hands to her waist—then quickly remembered we were on camera and awkwardly put them back on my lap. Ari noticed, her lips twitching as she held back a smirk, giving me a look that said I saw that.
She tapped the brush against my cheek, laughing softly. "See? You have such nice skin already, but this just… enhances everything."
I smirked. "Are you sure you’re testing makeup and not just finding an excuse to touch my face?"
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. If I wanted to touch your face, I wouldn’t need an excuse."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "You’re impossible."
"And you love it," she shot back, dabbing the concealer under my eyes. She paused for dramatic effect. "Wait… are we about to have a makeup montage moment? Because I feel like we should have some soft, emotional music playing right now."
I laughed. "I’ll edit in some cheesy rom-com soundtrack later."
Ariana gasped, looking at the camera. "You guys heard that, right? If this video doesn’t have Can’t Help Falling in Love playing in the background, we riot."
I shook my head, laughing. "They’re gonna say we’re insufferable."
"And they’d be right," she agreed, tapping my nose with the brush before turning back to the camera with a grin. "And that, my loves, is how you make your partner let you do their makeup."
She held up a highlighter next, the shimmer catching the light beautifully. "Okay, we’re going to glow now. Close your eyes."
I obeyed, and she dusted the highlighter along my cheekbones, giggling softly. "Oh, babe, you’re about to be radiant. The camera won’t even know what to do with you."
I cracked an eye open. "So, is this an attempt to blind me, or do you just like making me sparkly?"
She shrugged. "Both? Honestly, you’re kind of giving fairy vibes right now. Peter Pan who?"
I scoffed. "That’s it, I’m reclaiming my camera."
She yelped and grabbed the highlighter, holding it up like a weapon. "Step back! I’m not done making you pretty!"
We both burst into laughter, and she leaned forward slightly, nudging my knee with hers. "Seriously, though, you’re such a good sport. I know this isn’t your thing, but I love that you let me do this."
I softened, meeting her gaze. "Yeah, well… I love watching you do what you love. Even if it means becoming a glitter bomb."
She beamed and turned back to the camera. "And there you have it, folks! The best girlfriend and best friend in the world. 10 out of 10, would recommend."
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. Maybe I was supposed to be behind the camera, but if this was what being in front of it meant—with Ariana doting on me, teasing me, and looking at me like that?
Word I think you know my request before I'm even done typing it. Ofc its Aiden! I'm thinking, since Aiden and Spirit both like horror movies, they do a little spooky movie night where they get to binge on sweets and its all fine and what not, until the last (more gross) movie, that cause Aiden to be sick in the now empty candy bowl and Spirit is being v teasing saying he got sick bc of the movie, but nope, its because his silly ass ate ALL the candy
Anon:
Hi can you have one of your ocs eating too much halloween candy? It can be any reason other context just to much candy.
Two requests for my sweet boi overstuffed on sweets!! Ask and you shall receive!!!!
“Hallo-scream at Bush Gardens, because your dad is a fully-grown 2-year-old,” Aiden’s mom said, and Aiden could almost hear her eye roll.
“So, you’re going all the way to Florida? Tonight?!” Aiden began to pace on the sidewalk outside of the college’s entrance.
“Yeah. And we were thinking about visiting your auntie there for a while, so we’ll be gone for the Trunk-or-treat this weekend.”
Aiden couldn’t help but pout. He loved Halloween, and so did his parents. Every year, they bought two giant boxes of candy: one for Halloween night, and one for the local Trunk-or-treat event in his hometown. And he was gonna drive home that very weekend for Trunk-or-treat.
“And you’re taking dad’s truck to the airport,” Aiden sighed, disappointed. “So, I can’t even do it on my own.”
“I’m sorry, Aiden,” his mom apologized. “I’ll tell you what though. We have this giant box of candy, and the airport we’re going to is near where you live, so I’ll bring you a grocery bag full of candy on our way there. You can share it with friends or something. Okay? I promise, we’ll be home for Halloween night.”
Aiden sighed, smiling a bit at the fact that his mom was clearly trying. “Yeah, it’s perfectly fine, mom. I’ll see you when you’re on your way. Love you.”
“I love you too.”
Aiden hung up. He knew he should be happier for his parents. Especially his dad since the guy could barely ever go out to enjoy himself anymore while paralyzed from the waist down. If his dad wanted to have fun, he shouldn’t stop the guy. And if he didn’t have school still, he honestly might’ve asked to go with them.
Suddenly, as if a lightbulb turned on in his head, Aiden grabbed his phone and sent a quick text to Spirit. He knew she wouldn’t see it till she got out of class for the day, but still. He sent a message saying ‘On a scale of yes to YESSSS, how much do you like candy??🍬🍭🍫‘, and then he made his way to class.
— — —
Aiden was in the middle of getting ready for his security shift at the mall when his phone started ringing with a call from his mom.
Putting on a smile, he made his way out of his apartment and downstairs to the parking lot where his dad’s truck was, window open, his mom driving and his dad smiling in the passenger seat. “Special delivery,” the smiling man said. “Did someone order a bag of candy and two parents he’s ashamed of?”
Aiden rolled his eyes, smiling as well as he made his way over to his mom’s open window. “Hey,” he said. “Excited for Florida?”
“For Bush Gardens?” his dad said. “Yes. For seeing my sister?” he pretended to shudder, and his wife rolled her eyes at him. “Rachel isn’t that bad.”
“Try being related to her, honey.”
Aiden chuckled. “When are you two coming back?” he asked.
“Two days before Halloween,” his mom stated, turning in her seat to reach for something in the backseat. When she turned around, she had a grocery bag full of candy.
“You’ll be pleased to know that your mother removed all the Tootsie rolls for you.”
Aiden smiled a bit wider. “Thanks,” he said, taking the bag as his mom handed it to him. “Shoot me a text as soon as you land, okay?”
“We will,” his mom assured him. “Love you, sweetie.”
“Love you, mom.” He looked at his dad. “Love you, dad.”
“Love ya too, kiddo. Enjoy the diabetic goodie bag— hEY!” he exclaimed as his wife slapped his arm. “Okay okay, love ya, Aiden. Bye.”
Aiden grinned as his mom shut the window, and he waved as his parents drove off.
With the bag of candy in one hand, he took out his phone with the other and checked his messages. Spirit had texted back, ‘On that scale, maybe a 8.5 out of “YESSS”, as you so eloquently put it. Why do you ask?’.
— — —
Spirit was a fucking sight.
Of course, she always was in Aiden’s eyes, but something about her outfit when he opened his door for her made his heart and stomach simultaneously leap.
Baggy black jeans with rips that sat a bit low on her hips, and he could see fishnets through the rips. The fishnets peeked out past the top of her pants, and stopped at her midriff, which was exposed because she was wearing a cropped green-and-black-stripped sweater. She has a few chains on her belt loops, a spiked choker, and her streaks had been touched up and were bright red again. Her hair was loose, and almost down to her waist.
Aiden had no idea he was staring, till Spirit gave him an embarrassed smile, wrapping her arms around her waist to hide her exposed stomach. “I don’t dress like this usually,” she said. “I get a bit carried away with outfits in October.”
Her cheeks were reddish with embarrassment, and Aiden sighed and smiled, leaning forward to plant a kiss on her forehead. “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he told her, his own cheeks red from the sight of her.
Spirit’s cheeks only reddened more, but her smile became happier.
Spirit came inside and saw a notebook on the coffee table in the living room, as well as a humongous bowl filled with candy.
“Damn,” she chuckled. “Your parents gave you all of that?!”
“Yup.” Aiden grinned as he and Spirit sat on the couch together. “And this,” he picked up the notebook, “is our movie itinerary. You said you don’t have classes or work tomorrow, right? Cuz this will take us well into the hours of morning.”
Spirit shook her head, still smiling. “Free all day tomorrow,” she stated. “So, what movie’s first?”
“Well, I have a system,” Aiden said, sitting up straighter as he showed the list on the notebook. She almost laughed at how messy the page was, with bullet points, pros and cons, crossed out words, and even little doodles.
“How this works is that we start with a very non-scary movie, and slowly work our way to scarier and scarier movies until we get to the scariest movie I could find that wasn’t ‘The Exorcist’ since I know you’ve watched that five times. It’s called ‘Terrifier.’.
“Okay then,” Spirit grinned, looking at the list. Her smile faltered slightly at the forth movie. “Um, can we skip ‘The Reef’?”
“Oh,” Aiden said, grabbing a pen that was also on the coffee table. “Sure. Have you seen it? Is it bad?”
Spirit shook her head. “No, I’ve heard it’s a good movie. I just. . . I really hate shark movies. They’re terrifying in a not-fun way.”
Aiden did notice the way her voice deepened a little as she said that, but he chose not to say anything since he got the feeling Spirit wouldn’t want the mood to be ruined.
“Okay. I was debating between this one and ‘Unhinged’, so we can watch that instead.”
Aiden put on the first movie: ‘Hocus Pocus’. From the candy bowl, Spirit grabbed a blue FunDip and he grabbed a king-size Twix bar. He hadn’t had chocolate in a surprisingly long time, and was more than happy to enjoy it.
By the end of the first movie, Aiden had eaten two Twix bars and a bag of gummies. Spirit had her FunDip and a few caramel candies.
The next movie was ‘Gremlins’. Spirit had to pause the movie for ten minutes just to rant about the time Isaac had worn a Gizmo onesie for Halloween.
By the time they got to the third movie, ‘Coraline’, Aiden had a pile of empty wrappers by his side. Spirit, blissfully taking her time munching on a Caramello bar, was unaware of Aiden’s pile which was much larger than hers.
At around 1 in the morning is when they started ‘Unhinged’. It was the first movie that actually gave both of them some chills. He couldn’t help but wince and look away at some parts, and Spirit cringed at them but comforted Aiden by keeping her head on his shoulder.
“I never want to drive again,” Aiden said after that movie was over. “I’m now terrified of every idiot I’ve ever flipped off or honked at on the road.”
“Don’t be. Anything someone tries to do to you, I’ll do it unto them tenfold.” The way she said it so casually made Aiden feel that she literally would.
“Y’know, I’m both terrified and in awe of you.”
That made Spirit smirk. “As you should be. What’s next?”
The bowl was nearly empty by four in the morning, when they finally got to the last movie.
In all truth, Aiden had started feeling a little nauseous by the time they were halfway through ‘Unhinged’. Still, he ate habitually while watching movies—a habit—and he just couldn’t stop, ignoring the nausea as long as he could.
Spirit was only occasionally eating an M’n’M or two as their last movie began, whilst Aiden moved on to his seventh Twix bar of the night. He knew he should stop, but between his habit and the slight lingering disappointment about not getting to do Trunk-or-Treat, he just couldn’t stop.
Aiden reached into the bowl one last time, only to realize it was actually empty now. More than half that candy was in his stomach now, and without being able to distract himself by eating more, he could only feel the stuffed, sticky feeling in his body.
His mouth was flooding with saliva that he kept swallowing. Not to mention, watching TV so late was making his eyes and head hurt a bit.
He had no idea how Spirit looked just as awake and happy as she was when she got there. Witchcraft, he thought to himself jokingly.
But in all seriousness, he was actually feeling sick now, and the movie really wasn’t helping. It was gory and disturbing, and that was only making his nausea worse.
It was at a particularly horrific scene that Aiden felt his head spin and his stomach revolt. He sat up leaning forward slightly and forcing Spirit to sit up since she’d been leaning against his shoulder.
“Hey, you okay?” she asked as he just stared at the floor, swallowing the water filling his mouth.
He didn’t answer, and Spirit put a hand on his back. “Is it the movie? Too much?” There was a hint of amusement in her voice.
Aiden wanted to shake his head, but knew that doing so would only make him sicker.
“We can turn off the movie if you want to. If it’s too much, we can—”
Aiden interrupted her with a gag that came right after a loud jumpscare, and he fumbled for the empty candy bowl, barely managing to lean over it before disgustingly sweet puke poured into the bowl. He vomited harshly between gags, his stomach deciding to rid itself of all the sugar.
Spirit’s hand didn’t move from his back, and she cupped his forehead with her other hand to help him aim.
Aiden groaned, spit dangling from his lower lip. “S-srry,” he slurred. “T-too much—” he didn’t finish that sentence before gaging and puking again.
“It’s fine, I get it,” Spirit said, grabbing the remote and turning off the movie. “This really was a super intense horror movie. It’s fine if it’s too much for you.”
Aiden blushed. “N-not the movie,” he stated nauseously. “The c-candy made me sick. Too much candy.”
Spirit’s eyes widened, and she looked past Aiden and saw the pile of wrappers by his other side. “Oh, damn,” she sighed, the hand on his back reaching up to his nape, her fingers scratching the lower back of his head, making him let out a small, pleased groan.
He felt his stomach squeeze again, and he projectile vomited once again into the bowl, almost missing and trembling from the force. “This sucks,” he mumbled, spitting into the bowl. “I’m sorry I’m ruining the night.”
“It’s fine, honey,” she said without thinking, and Aiden’s eyes widened slightly, the nausea vanishing the moment he registered what he’d just been called.
He lifted his head from the bowl, looking at her. “‘Honey’?
Spirit must’ve not even noticed she’d called him that because she suddenly looked surprised, blushing furiously. “S-sorry. That just. . . came out for some reason.”
Aiden opened his mouth to say something, but Spirit interrupted him, asking, “Are you empty? Or still nauseous? Maybe you should lay down. I can clean up here.”
Aiden just looked at her and sighed with a small smile. “Still a little nauseous, but I think I’m empty. I feel way better. Less stuffed, y’know?” It wasn’t a lie at all. He really did feel better now that he wasn’t stuffed with sugar anymore.
“Okay,” Spirit said, taking the bowl from him. “I’ll clean up, and you should lay down. It’s really late anyway. Or, early, I guess.”
Aiden couldn’t say anything before she stood and walked away to the kitchen to clean out the bowl in the sink. With a heavy sigh, Aiden turned the TV off and stood making his way to his bedroom, first washing his face and brushing his teeth before crawling under his sheets, hugging his stomach since it was still churning a bit.
Spirit came to his room, hovering in the door. “You still feel sick at all?”
“Nah,” he said. He waited for her to come in, but she stayed where she was.
In the dark, he couldn’t see her blushing, but he could hear it in her voice as she said, “D-do you mind if I crash on your couch for the night? I just. . . I-I think it’s a bit late for me to be driving home, and—”
“Cuddle me,” he said, straight to the point.
He knew he must’ve caught Spirit off guard because she was speechless.
“You shouldn’t have to sleep on the couch while I’m in a bed,” he said. “You’re my girlfriend.” He paused for a second before sitting up slightly. “I-I mean, only if you’re comfortable with that,” he said quickly. “If you prefer the couch, then absolutely! I was just saying that if you want to cuddle and spend the night, then—”
Spirit came into the room and said, “Scoot.”
Aiden smiled widely, scooting over so she could climb in with him.
She didn’t touch him, and he didn’t touch her, both of them feeling hesitant.
Spirit took a deep breath. “W-want me to rub your stomach?”
Aiden let out a small sigh, smiling. “Yeah.” He turned onto his back, and Spirit moved closer. She pressed her forehead to his shoulder, and her hand rested on his stomach, over his shirt.
She started slowly rubbing, silent and still completely flushed.
“You called me ‘honey’.”
She almost combusted with embarrassment. “I don’t know why I said that. I’m sorry if it was weird or—”
“I like it.”
Spirit froze, looking at his face that she could see better with her eyes adjusted to the dark. He was looking at her as well, smiling. “I mean, we’re a couple now. Couples are supposed to have nicknames, right?” He smirked. “Right, babe?”
Spirit felt her whole body burn, and she just stared silently at him. His smirk faltered at her silence. “Spirit? Are you—” he didn’t finish, silenced as Spirit suddenly leaned forward and kissed him, her hands coming up to cup his face.
Forehead kisses were one thing, but this. . .
When Spirit pulled away, Aiden’s eyes took a moment to flutter open again. He stared at her, wondering if that had really just happened.
Spirit’s face twisted slightly when he didn’t say anything and she sat up, feeling her throat constrict and her eyes burn a bit. “S-sorry,” she said, trying not to sound all choked up. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that.”
Aiden instantly came back to his senses and sat up as well. “Hey hey, it’s fine,” he said, but Spirit shook her head, curling up slightly.
“I-I should’ve asked. That was out of nowhere, and you probably weren’t ready for that, and I just—”
“Spirit, shhh,” he said, one arm circling her and his other cupping her cheek. “Don’t apologize. Really, it’s fine.”
“I just—”
“It’s fine.”
Spirit met his eyes, taking a deep breath. “You sure?”
He smiled, answering her question by kissing her this time. She kissed back, and Aiden felt his heart all but burst.
He loved this girl. And he wanted to make sure she would always remember that.
When they separated, Spirit hugged him, burying her face in his chest and sighing deeply. “Thank you.”
He smiled. “The only thing you have to thank me for is for brushing my teeth so I didn’t have puke breath for that kiss.”
Note: READ THE SCREENSHOT IF YOU WANT INFO OF THIS BC I AIN'T EXPLAINING SO DON'T BE SURPRISED. /j
MODERN AU
slight KokuZan ofc 💀
procrastination>>>
/j
also this is kinda rlly fast moving along bc it's a oneshot so... sorry bout that
"Yoriichi, do we have a project?" Michikatsu asked, looking tired as hell as he trudged down the stairs alongside his twin brother.
"Yes, why?" Yoriichi said. This time it was a History project. They were supposed to make an artistic representation of one of the World Wars for a reason nobody understood since they'd just been on the topic of something completely different.
"Wait, we do? When is it due?" Michikatsu said, suddenly looking wide awake.
His brother laughed. "In a week. Do you even know who you're working with?"
"Uhm... Sumi'?" he asked uncertainly.
"Yes, Sumiyoshi already started it for you I think."
"Oh. Great! Who's your partner?" Michikatsu asked, grabbing a bowl from the kitchen and searching the fridge for some food.
"Uhm... the girl who sits next to me always? I don't know if you know her. Her name is Uta." Yoriichi paused. "Ah, I need her contact number."
"Why, you gonna ask her out?" his brother teased, plopping down on a chair.
"No!" Yoriichi said, flushing. "I need to be able to speak to her about the project. I forgot we still didn't have each other's number's though we often work together."
"Yeah, how the hell do you do that then?"
"We just do it at school, like staying a bit later or going there early?" he said, chomping his bread rather aggressively in attempt to hide his embarrassment.
"Boringgg, how could you go to—... Wait is that why sometimes I wake up an hour late for school and you're not there??" Michikatsu said, a sudden thought striking him. "You dump me for detention to go on a book date with your girlfriend?!"
"We're not dating!! And I did wake you up but you always go back to sleep later!!" Yoriichi said, huffing. "Are Muichiro and Yuichiro awake yet? We need to drop them off to their school before we go."
Michikatsu rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine, whatever." He left his bowl on the table and traipsed up the stairs shouting, "MUI AND YUI GET YOUR ASSES UP IT'S TIME FOR SCHOOL!!"
×××
"Good morning," Yoriichi said, nodding towards Uta who gave him her usual cheery smile as they sat down, waiting for the class to start.
"Good morning! How are you today?" she asked, lifting her bag and placing it on her lap, rummaging through it.
"I'm well, and you?" he said, turning his gaze to the front of the room which was full of students filing inside.
"I'm okay. Can we work on the project at lunch, maybe? I have something after school," Uta said, taking out her notebook and giving him another bright smile.
"Of course. Oh! And about that, I wanted to ask if we... could exchange numbers? We could more easily contact each other then," Yoriichi said nervously, unsure what she would say.
"Oh, sure! Ah, let me find my phone," she said, laughing and going back to searching through her bag.
"Alright," he said, taking out his own and waiting.
×××
Lunch period and everyone was filing into the cafeteria, lively chatter filling the air. (y'all guess what idk how middle school or high school is like irl except from books i've read ;-;)
Yoriichi stayed behind in class, waiting for Uta to finish packing her things.
"You ready?" he asked.
"Mhm!" She stood and the two walked to the library.
On their way there, they bumped into Muzan, who was Michikatsu's boyfriend.
"Oh, hello," Yoriichi said, nodding in acknowledgement.
"Hi." Muzan turned to Uta and stage-whispered, "Who is that? Your boyfriend?"
Yoriichi flushed. Why was it that people kept saying that??
Uta only laughed though. "No, he's not. We're only going to do a project in the library."
"But it's lunch time?" Muzan whined.
"You go eat with your boyfriend!" Uta said, sighing. "Where is he anywho?"
Muzan pointed to behind them were Michikatsu was walking down the hall.
The two turned.
"Oh, there you are," Michikatsu said, directing this to Muzan. "Let's go eat lunch. We can leave these two to their book party now."
Yoriichi sighed. "Don't cause any trouble."
"No promises!" Michikatsu said, saluting the two and dragging Muzan away with a wink.
"...Okay, let's go to the library now," Yoriichi said, rolling his eyes at his brother.
"Alright!" Uta said cheerfully, not seeming bothered at all by this.
"You know Muzan then?" he asked as they made their way down the hall.
"Yep! We've known each other for, like... since we were little," Uta said, turning a corner.
"Oh? Have you met my brother before?" Yoriichi inquired, tilting his head curiously in her direction.
"I've heard of him from Muzan here and there. We never really 'met', only just seen each other or spoken when he goes to steal Muzan," she said, laughing. "Have you got the part of the project you've done so far?"
"Yes, it's in my bag," he said, patting his bag.
"Mkay! Well, we're here now. Hmm... Do you suppose we should look at more of the books?"
×××
It was getting late and Yoriichi trudged through the halls of the school, having stayed back to wait for Michikatsu who was in detention—who wouldn't say why he got it.
Finally—finally—Michikatsu met his brother in the hall, an annoyed look written all over his face.
"I'm finally out!" he whined.
"Yeah, you wouldn't be in there if you hadn't gotten yourself in trouble again," Yoriichi said, sighing.
"Not my fault you're such a goody-two-shoes," Michikatsu huffed.
"You're the one who insists on making a lot of trouble... Shall we go now?"
"Yeah, okay."
As they walked home, Michikatsu recounted his day. At one point they'd decided to tell each other how their days went as they went home and it became a sort of tradition between the two.
"And... then I had detention and Prof. Urokodaki was being real strict again. What about you?" Michikatsu concluded, turning to his brother with a grin.
"Me? I mostly went to my classes and did my project with Uta," Yoriichi said. "Nothing quite so eventful about my day."
"Oh, Uta? Right. She and Muzan are friends," Michikatsu noted, walking backwards to look at his brother while he spoke. "Yorii'?"
"Hm?"
"Do you like Uta?"
Yoriichi spluttered and nearly tripped onto Michikatsu. "What? She's my friend! So, no, not like how you're implying," he said, flushed.
"But your face is literally redder than Muzan's eyes right now," Michikatsu said, poising his hands on his hips. "You do like her!"
"I do not!" He didn't, did he?
"Yes you do! You always look so happy when you talk about her," he said, jabbing a finger at Yoriichi's chest. "Just admit it!"
"I... I do not like her like that," Yoriichi mumbled. "Let's go home now. We're only a few blocks away," he said, moving quickly around his brother and dashing off.
×××
"Muzan!! I have something to tell you," Michikatsu hissed into his phone, glancing at his door.
"Hm? What is it, my love?" Muzan asked curiously.
"Yoriichi likes Uta!! It's so obvious but he keeps denying it. Anyways, you know Uta, do you know if she likes anyone?" Michikatsu said quickly, lowering his voice.
There was silence for a second before Muzan burst into laughter.
"What??"
"Uta was just telling me she had a crush," Muzan explained. "She said he asked for her number so they could work on their school project together or something and she went on gushing about how happy she was."
"...Yeah that's probably Yorii' then," Michikatsu said. He flopped down on his bed, his eyes still keeping a close watch on the door. He and Yoriichi shared a room, as did Muichiro and Yuichiro, so he had to be careful. Yoriichi was currently helping their younger brothers with their homework, though, so they had a little time.
"Mhm. Want to do something about it?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, hearing the smirk in Muzan's voice.
"Let's set them up. Ooh! We could invite them to go on a walk and coincidentally run into each other and then I'll steal you and we'll spy on them," Muzan said.
"Alrighty. When do we go? It's literally the middle of the week," Michikatsu pointed out.
"Yeah, uhm, how about tomorrow? Wednesdays we have less class time, so we can go in the evening?" Muzan suggested.
"Great! Text me the place and I'll tell Yoriichi to go with me there for a bit."
×××
"We rarely go on walks now, it's so nice to be out just... like this!" Uta commented, smiling as she skipped along the path.
"Yeah," Muzan said, his mind on the fact that they had to be at the park in less than two minutes and they were still fifteen minutes away from it. "I'll race you there!!" he said, dashing off.
"Hey!!" Uta whined, running after him.
They got to the park, tired as hell, but they were there. A bit late, though.
Muzan spotted Michikatsu looking confused at the tree they'd said they would meet at and pointed there.
"Uta, look! It's Michi and Yoriichi," he said, pulling her there.
"I'm still tireddd," Uta pouted, but followed him.
"Oh! Funny to see you here," Michikatsu said, looking relieved.
I'm sorry we're late, Muzan mouthed.
Michikatsu shrugged.
"Yeah!!" Uta agreed to Michikatsu's previous statement. "What're you two doing here?"
"Walking. Muichiro and Yuichiro wanted to come here," Michikatsu lied, pointing to his two youngest brothers who were climbing on top of the swing structure...
"Oh! They're so grown up," Uta said, her eyes sparkling.
Yoriichi agreed.
Michikatsu and Muzan's eyes met and the two seemed to be trying to tel each other the same thing before they made loud excuses to go check on Yuichiro and Muichiro to make sure they didn't fall and break their heads.
"Hmm, hello, Yoriichi!" Uta said cheerfully.
"Hello," he said, nodding at her with a nervous smile.
"It's really pretty this evening, right?" she said, moving her hands in a wide motion in front of her as if she were displaying a work of art.
"Yes, the sunset is beautiful," Yoriichi murmured. Like Uta. She was beautiful too.
"Do you like walking outside?" she asked, turning to look at him.
"It's nice. I like the air when it's a little colder, makes you feel... alive," he commented, nodding.
"Ohh, yeah!! It's nice for a little breeze anyways. When it's warmer I get drowsier," Uta said, tapping her chin. "Your brother is very lively, you know. He's always getting into trouble."
"Mhm." Yoriichi averted his eyes. Did she like livelier people? He had never been like Michikatsu, able to jump from one person to another. He'd always been quiet and on the shyer side, afraid to speak up unless it was important or amongst people he knew and trusted.
"You seem to be a lot better at keeping calmer though!" Uta said, smiling. "You're also lots more relaxed, I think."
Yoriichi looked up. "Oh..! Thank you?" he said quietly.
She nodded. "Mhm! I can never keep too quiet and I'm too energetic. Someone told me they would tape my mouth shut if I kept talking but then Muzan told them that he would tape them to an electricity pole in the middle of a tornado and they shut up," she said, laughing. "He's too harsh but he means well."
Yoriichi raised an eyebrow. People didn't like her energy? "I... I admire your energeticness. I never know how to be that social so... I keep quieter. You have a friendly quality to yourself that I find comforting," he said, offering her a smile.
Uta stared at him for a long moment and he felt like he'd said something wrong before she tilted her head and gave him a shy smile. "I... Thank you. No one really tells me that. I only konw that they like talking to me if they don't leave," she said, laughing nervously.
"Really? I would've expected more people to compliment you..." he said, trailing off when he realized what he just said. He flushed and turned away. "Uhm... Let's go check on my brothers and Muzan. Make sure they're not causing chaos?"
Uta nodded, her smile growing and her cheeks tinted pink.
×××
Over the course of the next few weeks, Michikatsu and Muzan continued finding excuses (to not make this so detailed/j) bring Yoriichi and Uta closer together, making up random things so they have to leave them alone together or inviting them over only for Yoriichi and Uta to third-wheel them, eventually going to a different room to talk.
Somehow, neither Yoriichi nor Uta caught on with these antics no matter how obvious they were. It couldn't be more conspicious and yet Michikatsu and Muzan still managed to get by all of this with everyone but the two victim's noticing.
And finally, their work paid off.
Because they were seriously running out of ideas.
"Alright, we'll leave a note to them asking to meet at the café, right? Then... pretend Yoriichi and Uta sent them to each other, I guess?" Michikatsu said, listing it out in his head.
"Right. There's another place across the street from it we can go to to watch them," Muzan said.
"Okay! It's settled."
×××
"Uta?" Yoriichi said, surprised to actually see her there. He'd recognised her handwriting—although it looked a bit messier than usual—and had come here to meet her.
"Hi! You... wanted to meet me?" Uta said, smiling.
"Oh! I thought you wanted to see me."
They stared at each other for a second then glanced at the café they stood in front of.
×××
Inside the café, it was very noisy and they struggled to find a place to sit after ordering their drinks.
"Soo, how're you?" Yoriichi asked, tapping the table mindlessly, unsure what to say.
"I'm fine! It's such a nice day out, no?" Uta commented, her voice ringing much clearer through the noisy din.
"Mhm."
They waited a bit, their minds both on the fact that this might as well be a date.
Then, quite simutaneously, they said, "Can I tell you something?"
They started at each other for a second and then Uta laughed, causing a smile to spread on Yoriichi's face.
"You can go first," he said gently.
"We can say it at the same time?" she suggested.
Yoriichi didn't know how they would hear each other then, but he agreed.
"On the count of three," Uta said. "One, two three."
"I think I like you," Yoriichi said at the same time Uta said, "I like you."
They blinked.
Flushed, Uta said quickly, "Y...You do?"
"Yes..." Yoriichi mumbled. "V...Very much so." His cheeks were a blotchy pink and both of them averted their eyes, unsure what to say.
"Uhm... Do you want to go out?" Uta asked nervously.
"I... I would!" Yoriichi said, his eyes shining much like hers did quite often.
She laughed. "I'm so happy!"
"Me too," he said. "Me too."
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WAHHAHSHA THEY'RE SO CUTE I'M GONNA CRY 😭
SHIT ENDING BUT YAYAYAYAY!!!
i forgot i was gonna say smth else but my stupid ass mind forgot what it was
Oh also
the title used to be "shy" bc i didn't know what to do BUT!!
i like this one better
like Yoriichi is always the sun but Uta literally is a ball of sunshine like-
