(A/N: I have no excuse for this and the overwhelming amount of horny energy it has in it. You all know how much I love him and the vibes for summer have finally hit me so... have this)
“Ah, my ice cream is melting all over my hand!”
Juza turned to look over at you, his own ice cream long since finished (as he contemplated getting water ice). You were indeed turning into a sticky mess as the ice cream dripped down your arm onto your exposed thighs; luckily, you were still in your bathing suit from the time you spent at the beach earlier. It looked like you were going to have to take another swim to clean yourself up at this rate, desperately trying to eat what was left of your ice cream before it covered your lap entirely.
Juza found it very hard to focus.
Between the sweet treat dripping all over your thighs to the way your tongue sticks out to lap up the melting ice cream, his mind has found itself solidly in the gutter. He hesitated as he always did when it came to making the first move, unsure of himself or your potential reaction to any show of affection he might give. He decided to do what you always told him to, to ‘just go for it’, and if he was rejected to take it gracefully. You’re only a little surprised as he grabbed your hand, thinking he was going to take a bite of your ice cream but finding his actions much more interesting.
This was not the same Juza you had first started dating, too embarrassed to even kiss you without asking for proper permission. You liked that about him, that he was respectful and careful, but you were fascinated with the thought of a Juza who acted on impulse just to see what it looks like. You had a front row seat to the development apparently, trying to hold still like an easily startled bird had perched itself on your shoulder. His tongue trailed along your fingers, working to make your fingers feel even stickier though you didn’t mind in the least. You continued to watch the show as he licked up every bit from your hand that he could, reaching over to grab his leftover napkins to wipe the rest from your arm.
There was still the matter of your thighs.
He reached over with a fresh napkin ready to wipe them clean for you but you grabbed his wrist, a mischievous glint in your eye. He looked surprised but his eyes glanced back at your thighs again, revealing his true thoughts. He was a little too easy to read but it had never been an issue for you, only for him as your teasing was relentless when you caught wind of where his thoughts had gone. But you weren’t quite in the mood for teasing, not when your mind was right there beside him; how could it not be with the hungry gaze he was giving you?
“You know we are alone…”
“Y-Yeah…” Juza looked away from you, releasing the napkin in his hands as you placed it on the other side of you.
“And I know how much you love sweet things…” Okay, so maybe a little bit of teasing was in order, but it was truly Juza’s fault for looking so cute when he was embarrassed. “So could you pretty please clean me up, Juza? I’d really appreciate it.”
Getting to see your favorite view of Juza between your legs would make the necessary shower later worth it.
What if I,, what if I asked for some Muku fluff?? 👉👈 I've been brainrotting over my prince lately. Maybe he's like,, a bit scared in the new relationship?? Like he's not used to hand-holding or cuddles but he really wants to and needs to be assured that he's okay!! (If you want to make it ~deep~ then I'd be okay with him being a sad boy avoiding reader until they reassure him, but feel free to omit that) If that makes sense. I LOVE YOU SOSO MUCH YOU'RE WRITING IS CHEF'S KISS MY MUSE!! ♡♡ ~🌸
contents: fluff
warnings: none
word count: 1k
author’s note: i thank you for your sweet words, dear 🌸anon. it's quite surprising to be thought of as anyone's muse, i will say. unfortunately, sweet words do nothing to improve the taste of the treat i put out today. i am not quite fond of this one either, as i struggle to write muku in a way that does not fall within the "uwu sad cry boy" he often gets boxed into, and instead try to show some more depth to his character. i rewrote this time and time again, trying to find a happy medium to leave it at. sadly, this seems to be the best i can put out, i hope you enjoy this piece regardless, as i hope the rest of the a3! tag does. i do not personally like it very much though.
Manga had nothing on real life. The relationships Muku had seen portrayed in the pages of his favorite series were so pleasant and sweet and, more importantly, so easy. The protagonists rarely struggled with not knowing what to do next, and their relationships always unfolded with a happy ending. Muku was not this lucky.
He was happy to be in a relationship with you, really, he truly was, but he had no idea how to go about it. You always assured him there was no rush, you could take things at your own pace, but it did little to soothe his worries. The two of you hadn’t been dating for long, so there was little reason for him to be so worked up, but life was not that simple.
Muku’s struggles had come to light just the other night when you had taken the risk of reaching for his hand. You were walking together down Veludo Way, accompanying him on his journey to picking up some groceries for his dorm. Your fingers twitched as your hands crept toward his. However, the second the pads of your fingers made contact with his palm, he practically leaped out of his skin.
“Ah, I’m so sorry,” you apologized, truly not meaning to startle the sweet boy.
“N-no, uh, no it's okay,” he muttered, his face red and his eyes averted. You ended up feeling awful as he completely clammed up and your previous conversation came to a halt.
The two of you had planned on spending some time together tonight, but Muku was hardly even showing his face around you. In fact, over the past few days, you had barely even seen him. Feeling even worse than before, you heaped the blame onto yourself, fearing you had scared him or upset him so much he doesn’t want to be around you.
You sighed, getting up from the couch you were sitting on. You were at the dorm Muku lived in, but he had disappeared into his room again after giving you a brief hello. You felt kind of awkward just hanging around the living room, but you thought you didn’t have any other options. Thankfully, most of his theater mates were cooped up in their rooms as well, so you didn’t have to worry about disturbing them.
Making up your mind, you dragged your heels down to Muku’s room. You figured it couldn’t hurt to apologize for whatever had upset him, and, even though the thought made you feel worse, you were ready to offer to just go home. After softly knocking on the door, you slowly opened it and peeked your head inside.
It looked like his roommate wasn’t home. Muku alone sat in the middle of his room, his favorite mangas strewn out about him. His eyes looked frantic as they looked up at you and you jumped slightly. Your brow creased in worry.
“Muku,…. Is everything alright?” Concern laced your voice.
Muku shifted a bit where he sat before dropping his gaze back down to the series currently in his hands. “I… I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I’ve been a good-for-nothing host and boyfriend all night. I invited you over and came to hide in my room like some puny, weak, shrimp nobody, all because I was so scared!”
You stepped closer to him, dropping down onto the floor beside him. Your hand came to rest upon his shoulder as you tried to comfort him with your presence. “Scared? Muku, what’s wrong?”
At this point, tears were shining in his eyes.
His hands tightened around the manga within his grasp as his cheeks got redder. His breath hitched for a moment but he still opened his mouth to tell you what had been plaguing him.
“I… I… I know you said we could take things at our own pace but, but I wanted to… I wanted to do things like hold hands and cuddle and… and….” He hiccuped. His voice grew quieter as his eyes bore into the carpet. “I wanted to woo you like a prince but… but I’m just a lousy loser who can’t even treat his partner properly!”
Your heart ached. You looped your arms around his shaking form, drawing him against you. His head rested in the crook of your neck while his tears wetted your collar. The two of you sat like this for a moment, you rocking him back and forth gently.
“Muku,… it’s okay.” He sniffled loudly against your neck, murmuring yet another apology. “I understand, sweetheart. But you’re not some loser. I want to do those things too, Muku, but we can take our time. Neither of us is going anywhere.”
He sniffled quietly again, rubbing at his eyes with his sleeves in a vain attempt to dry his tears. Sheepish, he looked back up at you only to see your eyes wet with tears too. He still felt he had been overdramatic about it, but at least you understood his feelings.
Without another word, he got u for a moment, crossing over to where his school bag lay. He opened it and pulled out a small box full of baked goods. He came and sat next to you once more, handing it to you.
“I got these a few days ago…. I wanted to give you them the other day but….” He trailed off, fidgeting and picking at his sleeves nervously.
Upon opening the box, you were greeted with an assortment of several adorable-looking treats, all of which looked absolutely delicious. You picked one up and tried it, happily turning to offer him a taste. Muku sheepishly took the bite from your hand, blushing all the while.
He picked up one of the mangas scattered around him, one of which you hadn't read yet, and wordlessly asked you to read it with him, to which you nodded. You leaned against his shoulder and, while he blushed even harder, he made no move to push you off.
Muku had beaten himself up over being an adorable couple for days on end, but what he hadn’t realized was that the two of you already were.
The sea was cold, obviously so, and you flinched the further into it you went as the water rose higher and higher up your legs, but Citron's hands as they held yours, the sun sinking down the horizon, were warm.
He had surprised you with a holiday trip to a country neighboring Zahra, and you felt elated to be able to see roughly what kind of environment Citron grew up in. One headache of a flight and a couple conversations in a language you didn't understand later, you arrived to the resort he had booked you a room in, and first offー holy shit, it was at least a thousand degrees, and second offー
"It's… gorgeous out here, Citron…" you said, astonished, as you walked past the entrance and into the lobby, whipping your head around and trying to take it all in. Golden sunlight streamed through the various stained-glass windows, dying the manila white of the resort's interior with the colors of the setting sun, the golden accents creating intricate geometric patterns on the walls, on the ceiling, and on the floor, glittered with what remained of the daylight.
And above all, the smell of the ocean, fresh and raw and putting you at ease in an instant, permeated throughout the entire resort.
"Has something caught your eye?" you heard Citron ask from behind you, snapping you out of your daze. When you turned to face him, it took you a second to respond, too distracted by how the reds and oranges of the evening sky enveloped him in an almost angelic glow. Absently, you mumbled something about the ocean and wanting to see it, to which he smiled, making your heart beat just a little faster.
"Yes, yes! Of course! I am frilly aware of your affinity for the ocean, so I brought you here," he said, and you fully noticed his mess up, but the moment felt too tender to point it out.
You look up to meet his eyes, and smile back at him. "Come on, let's go, then!"
Citron happily takes your hand in his. "Onwards to the desert jewel!" he proclaimed joyfully, and you laughed.
"Ci~tron, this is far from a desert!"
The moment your feet come in contact with the water, you yelp in surprise, the shock of going from hot sand to freezing cold water in a split second catching you off guard. Citron frowned.
"Did something happen to you?" he said, concern evident in his voice.
You smiled at him in hopes it would offer any kind of comfort. "Nope, it's just… really cold."
Citron hummed at your response, and appeared to be deep in thought, before he had a eureka moment and waddled through the water until he stood in front of you, hiding the sun behind him and casting his shadow on you. He extended both his hands, palms up.
"Yes, the water near the shore is cold. Follow my lead!"
You stifled a laugh at that, but still placed your hands in his, relishing in the feeling of his larger hands enveloping yours, the way his smooth, unmarred skin felt under your fingertips. "Did you read that somewhere?"
"Yes! In a book I borrowed from a book-loving little friend!"
"Figures. It's pronounced leed, not led."
"Oh!"
You laughed at the surprised face he made, suddenly able to ignore the bite of the cold water, even as it rose higher the further you waded through it. You close your eyes in an attempt to focus on the feeling of Citron's warm hands in yours, and before you know it, you feel a strong force pull you forward and gently shove you against something firm. Against someone firm. Against Citron.
Opening your eyes, you looked up to see him smiling down at you and felt his arms wrapping around your waist.
"You are still cold," he said quietly, eyes fond. You couldn't help but smile at that.
"Yeah."
"Is this better?"
"Mhmm."
"I am glad to hear it," he whispered. There was a brief moment of silence after that, at least on your endー the sound of the waves crashing against each other, the gentle ocean breeze blowing past you and rustling your clothes, were unrelenting, but neither of you said anything for a bit. That is, until you suddenly remembered something Citron taught you a while ago. Something they do in this region to show love and gratitude.
Begrudgingly, you peeled yourself off of Citron, who looked at you with questioning eyes.
"Come down here," you said, motioning with your hands to meet you at eye level. Citron obliged, bending at the waist until he came face to face with you.
"Hmm… Like so?" he asked.
"Yes," you replied, and you hesitated a bit, your pulse suddenly quickening, but ultimately deciding to take the plunge as you cupped his face and pressed your lips to his forehead.
"Oyouni," you whispered, internally cringing at how foreign the word felt on your tongue.
You felt too embarrassed to look at Citron, but you just knew he was grinning from ear to ear, teeth on full display and all. Suddenly, you felt overwhelmingly warm, and wanted nothing more than to fall face first into the water. But Citron grabbed you by your shoulders, practically forcing you to meet his gaze.
"You said it right," he said before pulling you in towards him once again. "I am so proud. What an excellent teacher I am!"
You laughed at that, any embarrassment you might've felt leaving with it. "Yes, yes, Citron-sensei is truly remarkable."
The sea, still, was cold, obviously so, but Citron's embrace, and the love you felt for him, were warm.
this piece was actually written by my best friend for the mankai basement collab! they don’t have a blog of their own so they wanted to share it on mine! check out the entire collab here
28. Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold
Taichi was needy when he was sick.
He tried to keep his whining to a minimum but he couldn’t help that his body ached and that his nose was sore. He hated being stuck in bed even more, thinking about all the fun things that were going on in the outside world while he was confined to his room. The only thing keeping him happy was your daily visits but even those were starting to mentally wear on him, with Taichi constantly worried that you’ll see snot dripping from his nose and decide he’s too unattractive to date. What if you were bothered by how he texted you about how sore his body felt? What if you couldn’t stand that he couldn’t just man up and keep it inside?
There’s a part of him that’s still convinced you’re only dating him because you were fooled by who he truly was, that he had somehow pulled the wool over your eyes and you were bound to realize your mistake any day now. It might have been his negative mood bringing these insecurities to the surface but Taichi found it hard to think about what he brought to the table in the relationship; you were so beautiful and well put together, almost intimidating but he had still found the courage to pursue you. He’ll never forget that feeling of elation on the first date when you admitted you were interested in him, too, or when you held his hand in public without any prompting on his end.
He was making himself sick in a completely different way.
Taichi’s thoughts are hazy and his skin was heart, sighing as the wet cloth on his head began to grow dry. It’s then when you make your grand entrance with an entire bowl full of freshly chopped fruit in hand, sending him an angelic smile as you pushed your way through your room.
“It’s getting messy in here!” A comment he would normally regard as teasing hits him as just another imperfection, another reason why he wasn’t good enough to date you. His eyes are downcast but you don’t seem to notice he’s ignored your comment, taking the cloth from his head and going toward the bathroom to wet it once more. He didn’t even have to ask, it was almost like clockwork now when you came to visit him and assure he was as comfortable as could be. “How are you feeling?”
“I… I think I’m getting better…!” Taichi tried to sound cheery but the death of your relationship was still lingering in the back of his mind; what if you decided to cut him loose the minute he felt better? Maybe you just didn’t want to kick him while he was down. It’s annoying, having to battle not just your body but your brain as well, and Taichi feels the frustration mounting. He almost had half a mind to tell you to leave him alone, to just let him care for himself, but before he can get a word out you came back to slap the cloth back on his forehead.
“I’m glad to hear it. Lemme clean up a little.” You head straight for the tissue pile by his bed, some of which had fallen out of the waste basket nearby as Taichi couldn’t find the strength to move. How gross… Taichi reached out, words dying in his throat as you held a hand up to stop him from helping you. “Just rest, Taichi. I’ve got this.”
“I-It must be pretty gross to… to have to clean up after me…”
“You’re sick.” You shrugged your shoulders as though that explained everything, tucking the rest of the tissues away into the trash can before tying it off in a bag and tossing it by his door. “I want to take care of you, baby. You know that I’m doing this because I want to, right?”
Taichi is too surprised to speak up, instead watching your form as you enter his bathroom to wash your hands. When you exit again, he’s near tears, all choked up over your unconditional show of kindness for him. Your eyes softened at the sight and you bring yourself to his bedside, cool hand touching his cheek and stroking it with your thumb. You had been no stranger to Taichi’s disastrous thought process, able to see the gears turning in his head like it’s transparent. You knew he likely needed some fresh air to cheer him up but he had to regain his strength before you were tempted to pull him out of his room. You didn’t want him to push himself and get hurt…
You moved the wet cloth from his head briefly so you could lean down to kiss his forehead, smiling against his warm skin.
“Couples take care of each other, right? So don’t worry about anything else and just let me nurse you back to health~”
(Also posted here on Ao3! Please enjoy my ramblings)
You’re surprised to see Sakuya on your doorstep.
Your boyfriend had been quite busy lately, juggling a part-time job as well as spending all his nights rehearsing with his troupe. If he had the energy left he’d text you a goodnight and an apology, to which you always responded that you understood perfectly well why you couldn’t see him. It left you feeling a little empty inside that it had been so long since you’d even gotten to lay eyes on him in person but there was nothing to be done about that, there was no way you were going to say that over text and make him feel bad for things outside of his control. You had been wary about not triggering any potential abandonment issues since you knew of his past, not wanting him to think you’ll up and leave him if he doesn’t bend to your will.
You were proud of him for finding a place for himself in the world, and you wanted him to retain that happiness while also having a little safe haven with you.
You were in college yourself so it’s not as though you weren’t busy, you had paper upon paper to finish, and the time you had left was good to recover what was left of your sanity. Would Sakuya being there make you feel better? Absolutely! But again, you didn’t want to push that pressure on him when he was already busy. Sakuya deserved someone who wasn’t selfish, he deserved someone who would only encourage him to keep living his life to the fullest and who would support him, stand by him, no matter what. You wanted to be that person because you loved him that much, Sakuya had been the only man to ever make you feel like you were walking on clouds, you couldn’t diminish how important he was in your life.
That’s why you just don’t get how this phone call went so sour when you were doing nothing but speaking the truth.
“Do you miss me?”
“Sakuya…” Ooh, that was a direct hit, it hurt to hear the way his voice cracked when he asked that. He couldn’t possibly imagine how badly you missed him, how much you just wanted to see him again, but for some reason those words won’t come out. You don’t want to pour your heart out to him over the phone, again worried that you would just be guilting the poor boy. You just don’t realize how unwanted you’re truly making him feel.
“You don’t miss me?”
“Of course I miss you! It’s just… It’s just okay that you’re busy, is all. We’ll see each other again. Got the rest of our lives, yeah?”
It didn’t sit right with Sakuya.
It’s not like he wanted someone to obsessively control or demand his time but to have you acting as though you didn’t care… It made his heart feel heavy in his chest. The odd amount of indifference made him feel on edge, like you weren’t being honest with him, but about what? Did you really not want to continue this relationship but you didn’t know how to break up with him? Sakuya just didn’t get it. He didn’t know how to confide his thoughts in his friends without seeming like a fool, this was his first real relationship after all and he wasn’t quite in the mood to hear that there were other fish in the sea.
“Sorry, I’m really tired tonight… I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You don’t have to rehearse?”
“I was going to come over for a bit before we started, is that… not okay?” Sakuya is gnawing on his bottom lip nervously, his heart sinking further, wondering what you might say next. The few seconds of silence that followed after made his heart ache, made him want to sob into his pillow, but he bit back those overwhelming emotions since he didn’t want to attract Masumi’s attention.
“It’s okay, Sakuya! I look forward to it! So just get some rest and I’ll see you then, okay?”
You’re cursing yourself after hanging up, wondering why you couldn’t just say what you wanted to. You wanted to say that you loved him, that you missed his cute face, that you couldn’t wait to shower him with kisses. You wanted to tell him he’d be lucky if he ever left your house again because you were willing to take him hostage for a day or two if it meant getting him all to yourself. So selfish of you to think like that, you couldn’t help but scold yourself over it, laying down and hoping these weird feelings disappear once you finally see your boyfriend again.
They don’t.
Sakuya doesn’t greet you with his normal cheery smile or a hug and you don’t move in, sensing his odd mood immediately. You invited him in and watched as he went right to sitting down on the couch, hesitantly closing the door; you might’ve contemplated for at least a solid two seconds about running out so you didn’t have to deal with the heavy conversation that was sure to follow.
“You don’t have to hide things from me.” Sakuya said with a pout on his face, the little frown he gives after looking out of place. “I want you to… trust in me. If you don’t care about me the same way…”
“I do trust you it’s just…” Sakuya is frozen, face growing pale as he realized you completely ignored his second statement. Did that mean…?
“You don’t have to walk on eggshells around me! We love each other, right? So, if we love each other, we can make it through anything!” He must’ve been reading the more romantic plays lately to spout out such an ideal without blinking an eye but it was so endearingly him, to the point where you couldn’t stop yourself from holding Sakuya’s face in your hands. Tears were beginning to gather in the corner of his eyes, likely from frustration, and you began to realize that all you had done to ‘protect’ Sakuya had only put up a wall between you.
“I do. I do love you, very much. You know that, right?”
“I don’t know how you feel!” Sakuya cried out, “You won’t tell me!”
Another direct shot but probably a well-deserved one. You hated seeing the pain you were putting him through, wondering if maybe breaking up would be the best. You clearly weren’t adept at relationships either if you managed to let things get this bad, to the point your boyfriend was in tears in front of you
“I remember the first time I ever saw you on stage… It was before the company became an actual company again. And you weren’t very good…” You swiped away a stray tear with your thumb as Sakuya nodded, “But I was invested ‘cause I thought you were so damn cute. I’m really glad that you got a chance to really act and that you’ve grown as much as you have. Getting to see you up on stage with the others makes me so happy because I know how happy you are up there.”
“…I’m happy with you, too.” His voice is soft, almost too quiet for you to hear but you’ve leaned in close at this point, your body naturally drawn towards him. “I like being able to see you in the crowd when I’m on stage. I know if I look at you too long I’ll forget my lines but just that glance is enough to make me feel confident! I want you to feel that way about me.”
“I do feel that way about you… Ugh.” You leaned forward, forehead resting against his as his big, puppy dog eyes looked into yours. “It’s not you doing anything wrong, Saku, it’s me. I just don’t want to bring you down…”
“I’m stronger than you give me credit for, you know?” Sakuya is pouting again, “I know you met me when I first joined the company but so much has changed since then. We’ve both changed since then. I just want us to grow together and not apart; I promise that I can help! Or at least support you!”
“I’m sorry I’ve been so stupid, Sakuya. Can you forgive me?”
“I love you.” Sakuya sounded breathless, the look in his eyes changing within seconds; it was something a little different now, a look you hadn’t known your boyfriend was capable of making before you first had sex.
His lips pressed hard against yours, practically knocking you back on the couch with the intensity. You heard him mumble out some type of apology but you’re too lost in his touch to care, your entire body screaming that the emotional stress had to be worked out somehow. That whole kidnapping plan might become a reality if he kept this up, how were you ever supposed to give him up after this? You needed him here to heal your heart and you had to make sure all the damage that had been done closed up on him as well, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him plastered against you.
“Bedroom?”
“Right here, please.”
Still so polite even while having a raging hard-on after a fight, the tears completely dried from his eyes now as he gave you a look of pure lust. The mood had switched so quickly once the air had been cleared and you were grateful for that, grateful for a chance to get rid of these sad feelings and replace them with a sensation that would make you both feel better. You’re both desperately stripping clothes but you’re faster, getting the jump on him as he’s just taken his pants off. You’re thankful he wore boxers for easy access because you can’t wait another moment for him to be inside you, straddling his lap while his hands rose to touch your hips.
“You’re so beautiful.” Sakuya smiled up at you, looking as if he was meeting a Goddess for the very first time. “I love you.”
“I love you even more.”
You both let out a gasp as he slid inside you, his head thrown back, revealing his throat to you in an act of submission. You’re pleased that he’s making your job easier for you as you leaned in to pepper all the kisses you could over it, giggling as he bucked his hips up in desperate need for friction. It had been so long since you had touched yourself let alone had sex, there was no doubt that Sakuya was in the same boat. You remembered the wide-eyed look he gave you after you asked if he even masturbated since he had to share a room, basking in the way your heart fluttered at how cute a totally red-faced Sakuya looked.
He was still noisy, just how you liked him, moaning at each movement and kiss you gave him. His head was only full of thoughts of you, just like they had been the past week. But these ones were more positive, full of happier memories, full of a hope for the future of your relationship. He could feel how much you loved him each time he thrust into you, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered sweet nothings into them. He had been afraid that he’d mess up the first time you ever had sex and you had promised to keep him calm, giving him quiet encouragement while taking the lead. He discovered that, while he did want to make you feel good, he liked it better when you took the lead and allowed him to follow. He liked hearing your voice directly in his ear, he liked hearing you whimper his name and tell him how perfect he was at making you feel good.
“Aah- I don’t think I can last much longer…!” Sakuya is starting to sweat but is still making noble attempts to keep a steady rhythm, his arms wrapping around your middle to bring you close to him. “Can we come together? I want to-”
“Mmm, yeah we can, I’m really close…” You reached down to touch yourself to help you along but Sakuya beat you to it, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes and another smile; you couldn’t resist him any longer, leaning in to lock lips with him again as you both come. You feel the desperate twitching of his hips, the way his fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your hips but never enough to so much as leave a mark. He was always gentle with you even within the throes of passion and you truly loved that your body was such a naturally kind, caring soul.
“I love you.”
Again, those three little words are exchanged.
Again, you return them, meaning them now more than ever.
You’re no longer surprised to see Sakuya on your doorstep because you’ve come to one simple realization.
37. Getting them a coffee just the way they like it.
“Here you go!”
“Eh?” Hisoka blinked up at you sleepily, rubbing at his eyes before taking the lightly browned marshmallow from your hand. You should’ve known dangling the sweet treat in front of his face would instantly wake him up but you hadn’t suspected it would be so efficient. “What kind of marshmallow is this?”
“Coffee flavored!” You offered up cheerfully, pulling one of from the bag. “I don’t know if they actually have caffeine in them but… maybe it’ll help you stay awake if you eat a whole bag of ‘em! Which I definitely don’t recommend because I’m not trying to get yelled at by Tasuku!”
Hisoka smiled lightly as he popped the marshmallow in his mouth, savoring the taste for a moment before swallowing. It was nice and sweet despite the bitter aftertaste, perhaps he was even starting to feel re-energized from having one. He took the bag from your hands and began to pop them in his mouth one after the other, you watching with great amusement as you pictured what an overly caffeinated Hisoka would look like (perhaps similar to Misumi bouncing off the walls with those weird athletic abilities of his). There’s a few moments where Hisoka paused before taking the final marshmallow from the bag.
“Thanks…” Hisoka smelled like coffee now but you didn’t really mind, trying to hold back your giggle as his lips left a sticky kiss on your cheek.
“Well, do you feel awake?”
“…” Hisoka’s eyes fluttered closed and he fell into your arms in an almost comical manner, nearly bringing you both to the floor.
Wordless Ways to Say 'I Love You' [Yukishiro Azuma]
36. Helping brush their hair after a shower.
“Be gentle with me, my love.”
“Oh, I’m only rough when you ask for it.”
You took a few strands of Azuma’s hair in your hand and began the delicate process of brushing it, knowing he wanted the rest of the knots gone before he attempted to blow dry. You would be there for that process too as he confessed it was easier to have another person there to brush while he dried it, able to fully focus on how hot the air dryer was getting so he wouldn’t unknowingly damage his hair. You knew the beauty process was a strenuous one but you hadn’t quite realized how many little steps went into it until you started dating the most beautiful man in Mankai.
Azuma enjoyed being pampered but he didn’t often trust someone to touch his hair let alone brush it; being able to lovingly push a strand of hair behind his ear was something only you had the privilege of doing and you took said privilege very seriously. You felt like he had knighted you when he gave you permission to play with his hair, asking you to braid it or put it up for him when his hands were full. You had even helped him wash it in the shower once or twice, watching the process up close and personal (though you can’t say your attention wasn’t taken elsewhere for a short while as he let the conditioner do its job).
“I love your hair…” He glanced in the mirror and gave a gentle smile as you kissed the strand in your hand, moving to the other side of his head that and repeating the process of worship before beginning to brush away. “I should become a hairdresser so I can be the one to do your hair all the time.”
“I would like that. I’d trust you without a doubt in my heart.” Azuma turned so he wasn’t just facing your reflection, wanting to look actual you in the eye. “You’re so cute when you’re happy, you know that? It makes me want to make you even happier…”
“Keep talking like that and your hair is going to air dry.” You turned his face back towards the vanity mirror, “We both know you don’t want that, so keep those implications to yourself until your hair is done or suffer the consequences.”
Can you write 34 and 38 with Banri? If we’re only allowed to send one then you can pick whichever you want. Thank you so much in advance! 🥺
Settsu Banri:
38. Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.
“You’re finally here. You really like to keep me waiting, don’t you?”
“Oh hush, you’re the one who made these plans last minute!”
You’d barely gotten out of class before your phone had rang, Banri on the other end excitedly rattling on about this new café he’d found. He thought it was perfect, that the atmosphere, the looks, everything about it was high quality. You were honored that the first person he thought to call and tell about this was you, telling him you’d be happy to join him if he could give you some time to get there. He agreed but you should’ve known he’d complain when you didn’t instantly teleport, waiting outside, his foot tapping, as you approached.
Banri held the door open for you as you walked in and the cool air inside was a great contrast to the boiling day outside, especially after you’d quickly made your way here before Banri impatiently enjoyed the café without you. He’s even in a good enough mood to pull your chair out for you and push it in, a smile on his face as he glanced through the menu after sitting across from you. He wasn’t wrong about the atmosphere being comforting yet quiet, the two of you settled into a corner where it felt like you were practically alone despite the other customers milling around you.
“What’re you gonna try, babe?”
“This… also I want this pastry.”
“Geez, you’re like that sweets monster back at the dorm.”
Your little surprise date continues on as Banri returns with your items, the two of you indulging while light conversation flows easily. When you first met him you never suspected you’d grow to love a delinquent like him, someone who seemed so superficial and disrespectful to everyone around him. He still held a certain arrogance but it appeared more like confidence, with Banri able to channel this part of him into becoming an efficient leader for the autumn troupe. After you’d finished your snack, while still working on your drinks, Banri reached across the table to hold your hand, his other being used to scroll through his phone. It was the little cute things he did like this that made you truly happy you’d given him a chance at all, knowing it would’ve been all too easy to hold onto his poor first impression and tell him to eat dirt.
When it finally comes time to depart you feel an inkling of sadness, feeling a bit silly as it wasn’t like Banri was going away forever (and you had a class you had to get to soon).
“I’ll see you later?”
“I’ll call you.” Banri stuffed his phone in his pocket, “We’re getting the script for the new play today so I might be busy for a while.”
“I look forward to seeing what part you play this time,” You’re not necessarily disappointed as you knew around this time of year was when autumn troupes practices went into full swing, but you’d been feeling a weird ache in your heart lately as you just craved being around your boyfriend. You wouldn’t ever voice that to him, though, he was already cocky enough. “Then I’ll see you around.”
“Hey.” Banri grabbed your hand as you went to turn away from him, pulling you close to him. “I love you.”
Your chest tightened to keep your heart from leaping out of it, those three little words so rare to hear from his mouth first. You don’t know why he had a complex about it, he had said it before and he had told you numerous times that he meant it even though he felt awkward saying it but it just wasn’t a phrase he wanted to throw around willy nilly. He was more observant than you gave him credit for and must’ve clearly seen you needed that reassurance in the moment, polishing off his statement with a quick kiss.
When you pulled away he was smirking and you knew he was about to be annoying again.
“I love you. And I’ll see you soon. Promise. Try not to wither away from loneliness until then, yeah?”
