I am both excited and dreading to finally put out content for this guy on my blog. [ Utsuki Chikage | "You can hold my hand, if you want." ]
“DO SOMETHING, Chikage!”
“What do you want me to do?”
(Name) was pressed into the corner of the small hallway, trying to be as far away from the cricket currently threatening them from the floor. They thought that was the exact kind of thing boyfriends were meant to deal with, but Chikage simply stood next to them like they weren’t cowering in fear.
“It’s a fucking bug! Get it away from me!” The cricket hopped an inch closer, and it took everything in (Name)’s power to not yelp in fear.
Chikage shrugged. “It’s a tiny bug. Just walk past it.”
Even in their abject terror, (Name) snapped their head towards Chikage in an instant, seething anger rising from deep in their bones. “I can’t! L- Listen! I know you think it’s dumb, but I don’t like looking at it! Just get it away from me, please!”
The smug grin didn’t falter— not yet. Chikage paused a moment, then said, “you can hold my hand, if you want.”
“Chikage.”
He knew the limit when he heard it. Chikage let out a big sigh, pretending to be as bothered as (Name) was scared, before picking up the cricket in his hands and walking toward the window. He opened it, let the bug back out, then shut it again, and expected to be met with praise for his heroism in such a dark moment.
(Name), instead, pouted at him. “You’re so mean to me…”
“I just saved your life.” In some ways, yes, but (Name) was too upset to give him the credit. Chikage walked back over to their sulking corner and pat (Name) gently on the head. “Can’t believe we survived such a harrowing encounter.”
They only curled further in on themselves, not wanting to give Chikage any sort of satisfaction after the brief torture he put them through. (Name)’s tough facade faded, though, when Chikage leaned forward and pressed a kiss to their forehead— the tension in their shoulders eased just enough for Chikage to feel accomplished.
“Dinner?”
(Name)’s eyes brighted. “My choice?”
Chikage nodded, entwining his fingers with theirs. “Sure. You deserve it, after that near death experience.”
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“You recommended me?!”
Banri shrugged. “Ya just have to say one line and hold my hand. I thought it’d be cute.”
They groaned into their hands, their attempts to curl further in on themself obstructed by Banri keeping a tight hold around their waist.
“I’ve never been on stage in my life. I’m gonna ruin the entire play.” (Name) could already imagine the stage lights melting them as they fumbled the few words they had to say. Mankai had spent years rebuilding their reputation, and (Name) was going to tank it in one fell swoop.
Clearly, Banri thought otherwise. He leaned back to bring (Name) up with him, ghosting his lips against their neck. “No way. You’ll be fine. You’re gonna get on stage and wow everyone with just one line. They’ll throw roses.”
“They’ll throw tomatoes,” (Name) whined, but Banri wouldn’t let them get any further away. Not before nearly squeezing the life out of them, pressing his cheek against the side of (Name)’s head. Banri was never wont to let (Name)’s self deprecation get too far— or anywhere at all.
He didn’t loosen his grip until (Name) tapped on his arm repeatedly, confirming Banri’s victory. Even then, Banri only gave (Name) enough room to breathe before reaching for their face, fingers brushing lightly against their chin.
Banri’s gaze softened— not that it was ever serious in the first place. Intense maybe, but Banri couldn’t help the way his lip turned up at the sight of (Name) so close to him. “Stop that. No one’ll throw tomatoes… but if they do, I’ll beat their ass.”
A wet laugh tumbled out of (Name)’s mouth, finally treating Banri to a smile. “You promise?”
“I promise,” Banri nodded, and sealed it with a kiss. He let himself linger on (Name)’s lips with every other feeling he found difficult to express. “I won’t let anything happen to you, I swear. Come to the first rehearsal, and if you still don’t want to do it, you can bow out.”
(Name) leaned into his hand and raised a brow. “Really? Are you gonna complain if I do?”
“Well, duh,” he scoffed without an ounce of malicious intent. “But, you’re cute. So I’ll forgive you.”
SUMMARY: You are not sick. You really don't want to be, so you're not, and you don't like Tsumugi telling you otherwise.
WARNINGS: Emetophobia. Not graphic, just one mention.
A/N: It's flu season, be careful!
(Name) was definitely not sick.
It was 6 AM, the sun had only just begun to rise above the horizon; orange and pink hues of the sunrise filtered through the bedroom windows, but (Name) couldn’t appreciate that beauty while they were hunched over in the bathroom. But, don’t get confused! Just because (Name) was nauseous beyond belief, that did not mean they were sick!
Hunching over the toilet was possibly the worst way to spend a morning. Despite (Name)’s best efforts, the nausea got the better of them and they wretched yet again. It was all so painful and unpleasant for an action that was supposed to be relieving; the only relief (Name) felt was when they felt a washcloth wipe the corner of their mouth. Eyes shut, they leaned back, coming to rest against their partner’s chest.
“(Name)...” Tsumugi cooed. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of their head. “How are you feeling?”
(Name)’s response was a quiet grunt, too exhausted to give a real answer, and too focused on savoring the warmth from Tsumugi’s embrace. “I’m alright. Just... nauseous this morning.”
Why (Name) was always so set on downplaying their problems, Tsumugi never understood. Alright and nauseous were a contradictory pair of words, and he could feel how warm (Name)’s skin was to know that there was something wrong.
“Are you sure you’re alright? You did seem sluggish when we went to bed last night. If you’re feeling sick, I can call your work and—“ Tsumugi was interrupted by (Name) vehemently shaking their head at the thought.
“Absolutely not,” they stated in a matter-of-fact sort of tone. Standing up, they reluctantly removed themself from Tsumugi’s warm embrace and wobbled out of the bathroom. “I’m not sick! Just, uh, a passing stomach bug. I’ll sleep it off.”
There were still two hours before the two of them had to get up and start the day. (Name) already felt bad making their partner wake up so early; they didn’t want Tsumugi to lose more sleep over them. They stubbornly tucked themself back into bed, but, much to (Name)’s chagrin, Tsumugi walked back into the bedroom with a thermometer in hand. (Name) pulled the blanket over their nose and mouth, narrowing their eyes. “I’m not sick. Get that thermometer away from me.”
“You might have a fever, dear. May I please check your temperature?” Tsumugi was being as polite and gentle as possible, inching the thermometer closer to (Name), who continued sulking under the covers.
“Not sick, I’m telling you! Can we just please go back to bed? We have to be up in an hour or so, and I don’t want to lose anymore sleep over this!” (Name)’s stubbornness and determination was admirable, and Tsumugi would be lying if he said they weren't something he fell in love with. But he’d also be lying if he said that he wasn’t frustrated with the current situation.
Begrudgingly, Tsumugi let out an exasperated sigh before placing the thermometer on the bedside table and climbing back into bed. He wasn’t going to win this argument, and he was tired, so he had no other choice but to concede. (Name) did not even try to hide the triumphant relief on their face as Tsumugi wrapped his arms around them, pulling them against his chest. Their skin was almost hot to the touch; Tsumugi just knew they had a fever.
He changed his mind. He was not going to concede. Tsumugi rubbed gentle circles into (Name)’s back, lulling them back into sleep so he could do something about it. Maybe something (Name) wouldn’t approve of, but the ends justified the means.
(Name)’s head hurt. Very badly. They knew that before even opening their eyes, and when they did, they found the sun’s rays beating down onto their bleary vision. Something was wrong. Everything was quiet— their alarm was supposed to wake them up. (Name) shot up in a panic and looked at the clock on the bedside table.
10 AM.
Why didn’t the alarm go off? They’ve never overslept before! Name turned, prepared to shake Tsumugi awake, but found that the rest of the bed was empty. Now (name) was even more confused. Did Tsumugi wake up without waking them up? Why would he do that? (Name) suddenly remembered their little dispute early in the morning and their heart sank. They pleaded, please tell me Tsumugi didn’t do what I think he did.
“Ah, you’re awake.” Tsumugi stood at the doorway to their bedroom, a plate of food in his hands. Such a sweet gesture should have been met with an equally sweet reaction, but (Name) only felt their heart sink even lower when they realized that Tsumugi had also stayed home.
(Name) groaned. “I said I wasn’t sick! Did you turn off the alarm?”
“I know you’re upset,” Tsumugi started. “You have a fever. I checked your temperature. You need to rest, please…”
He placed the lovingly homecooked meal on the bedside table. If any of (Name)’s senses were working properly, they were sure it smelled and tasted delicious, and they wanted nothing more than to try it. But they also had to stubbornly resist out of principle.
Leaning over, Tsumugi pressed a kiss to their warm forehead. “You’ll be worse off if you don’t rest today.”
(Name) bit their lip. The idea of taking a day to rest and recuperate sounded so nice, but the thought of missing a day of work always stressed them out. So many things they could be doing right now were now things they would have to do tomorrow.
With a defeated sigh, (Name) finally laid their head back onto the pillow. “It’s so hard for me to relax, Tsumugi. Especially with you here.”
Tsumugi seemed taken aback by their answer. He brushed his thumb along (Name)’s warm cheek. He hated seeing them so stressed. “Is it bad that I’m here?”
“I don’t want to be a burden. Didn’t you have a rehearsal to go to?” (Name) clutched the blanket tightly, pulling it further over themself in an to hide. Unlike their earlier, frustrated words, their tone and volume had become weaker and softer.
Tsumugi offered them a warm smile, which did wonders in easing (Name)’s chills. “You could never be a burden to me. I can afford to miss a rehearsal. And, you can afford to take a break, too.”
His offer was so tempting, and his tone was so sweet, but (Name) couldn’t feel content with it. Their brow furrowed, shutting their eyes tight. “I can tough out doing extra work— even though I’d prefer to get it done now —but, it’s not fair of me to make you miss a day because I got sick!”
“It’s unfair that such a diligent worker like you got sick” Tsumugi gently pulled the blanket down to fully uncover (Name)’s pouting face. “I stayed home to take care of you because I wanted to. I love you, the last thing I’d do is leave you while you suffer.” Tsumugi ended his speech by pressing a kiss to (Name)’s temple.
Too kind. All (Name) had was a fever that would likely be gone by the next morning, so there was no need for Tsumugi to say such sweet words. But, no matter what (Name) told themself, they knew Tsumugi’s sentimentality was one of the very many reasons they fell for him in the first place. Finally, (Name) believed that they could relax. Work could wait, but the breakfast Tsumugi made for them was beginning to get cold.
“You’re too kind to me,” (Name) sighed, a smile beginning to pull at their lips. “But, thank you, Tsumugi, for taking care of me. I hope you know I would do the same for you in a heartbeat.”
Tsumugi let out a soft chuckle, feeling his heart warm at the hint of a smile on (Name)’s face. Alongside their stubbornness was a sweet and caring side that made Tsumugi feel like the luckiest man in the world every time he got to see it. He leaned forward, their noses mere centimeters apart. “Of course. I love you.”
SUMMARY: You and Itaru discuss couples costumes for Halloween, but it seems like he has other things on his mind.
A/N: Day 6 of the Momijigari event! Happy Halloween!
Of all people, it should have been easy to convince Taruchi to do some cosplay for Halloween. The otaku gamer turned actor. Yet, for whatever reason, he was keen to fight against the idea.
“How about Lancelot and Gawain?”
“We already did that years ago, Itaru!”
“Enough years for it to be alright to do it again.”
(Name) huffed and crossed their arms. Itaru did the small kindness of pausing his game to be present in the conversation, but he didn’t seem too interested in the topic at all. He was lowkey about his interests, careful not to compromise his worksona. But he was also an actor who dressed in costume on the regular, on and off stage. (Name) didn’t understand why they had to beg him to put any thought into Halloween costumes.
Itaru raised his finger as if struck by an incredible idea. “Hey, if you want something fresh— Lancelot and Gwen?”
“... Are you fucking with me?”
The sharpness of (Name)’s voice caught Itaru’s full attention. He hooked his finger onto (Name)’s belt loop and pulled them close enough to press his cheek against their stomach. (Name)’s arms were limp at their side as Itaru tried his best at an apologetic hug. “Okay, okay, sorry. I was being a dick.”
(Name) didn’t move to reciprocate, even as Itaru squeezed them with all his might. “You are,” they scoffed. “... If you don’t want to do a couples costume, just tell me.”
Itaru pressed a kiss to (Name)’s stomach before leaning his head back to look up at them. “I wanna do a couples costume. Its romantic.”
“Then act like it? Are you gamer raging, or something?” Their stubborn resolve wavered as Itaru’s hand slipped beneath the hem of their shirt so his fingers could delicately trace up their spine.
“I wish it were that simple. My coworkers want to go drinking on Halloween, and all the children aren’t young enough anymore for me to say I’m taking them trick-or-treating.”
The children, (Name) reasoned, were the likes of Muku, Yuki, Kumon, and Azami. Maybe Sakuya and Taichi for how young they looked. None of whom have ever been taken trick-or-treating by Itaru.
(Name) blinked. “That’s how you’ve avoided going drinking with them on Halloween?”
“It was genius, I know,” Itaru lamented, although (Name) said nothing of the sort. “I got to avoid hanging out with them and I got to look charitable.”
“That was a stupid plan.”
Fingers poked at (Name)’s sides. “I can always count on you to say sweet-nothings.”
That finally got a laugh from (Name), and Itaru hummed in content as (Name)’s hands cradled his head, ruffling his hair. Itaru was paradoxical in the sense that he cared about looking cool as much as he didn’t care about being lame. He had no qualms about avoiding hanging out with his coworkers for literal years, but god forbid he be honest about it. No, he had to make up a fantastical tale about taking his young, fellow actors trick-or-treating.
“Just tell them you already have plans with me. You know, your partner? Someone who isn’t gonna get pissed at you for exploiting their youth for your personal benefit?” If Yuki or Azami knew that was Itaru’s go-to excuse, he would never hear the end of it.
Itaru’s eyes sparkled with love and admiration. “This is why you’re my player two.”
(Name) cringed at the phrasing, but that was their boyfriend, the guy they loved— and the guy they were begging to do couples cosplay for Halloween, so they weren’t much better than him.
“Yeah, whatever,” (Name) huffed. “But, I won’t let you use that excuse until we decide on the costumes!”
Suddenly, Itaru was locked in.
“Cloud and Sephiroth?” He suggested, then added, “I’d be Sephiroth.”
“You are clearly Cloud.” (Name) shook their head. “I was thinking Eren and Mikasa.”
Itaru tugged (Name) down, rearranging their positions until (Name) was sitting on his lap. He perched his chin upon their shoulder. “We’d be dressed exactly the same.”
“Not their season four designs! Besides, Mikasa has a scarf!”
He wasn’t convinced. Itaru closed his eyes and pondered hard about their options— and the fact that he was absolutely worthy of dressing as Sephiroth despite what (Name) argued —and the perfect thought occurred to him.
Itaru straightened his posture. “Mark S. and Helly R..”
That was a far cry from his awful ideas at the start of their conversation. (Name) grinned, “of course a woeful salaryman would want to dress up as a severed worker.”
They wrapped their arms around his shoulders rather than shoot down his idea. Itaru squeezed their hip and leaned forward. “Maybe I just want to see you dressed up like an office worker, too.”
(Name) raised a brow. “Don’t be weird about it.”
But (Name) kissed Itaru anyway, proving the point that they really were no better than him.
He is the most possessive and protective creature his darling will ever know.
His darling is his and only his and he will make everyone know it.
When in his wolf form he is a big guard dog.
On nights when he is in his full form he will constantly be on the lookout for intruders and if necessary, his darling if he believes they would take this time to run.
He is still there in his wolf form with some beast instincts mixed in there.
While the moon makes its way through its phases the more his wolf features will come out.
Starting with his instincts building up until the halfway point when he gets wolf tail and ears at night.
Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better (Banri x Reader)
A/N: I've been writing this one for a long time and it ended up longer than I expected. Anyway, have fun with Banri
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: Mild suggestive content, Banri being a bitch, bets, clubbing, excessive alcohol (drink responsibly!!)
Ask Box: Closed
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Banri Settsu was a cocky, arrogant, overachieving bastard. You thought that attitude would go away the longer he was in Mankai. And it did. At least, for everybody else. For some idiotic reason, he still acted cocky whenever he was around you. And it was annoying as hell.
You glared at him, your arms crossed. "You’re a fucking liar."
"Am not," Banri stared down at you. "It’s easy."
It was a hot summer day. Way too hot to be getting into an idiotic spat like this. Banri has been harping on every single thing you’ve been doing and it’s been driving you insane. He was currently bragging to you that he could do "Jugemu" all in one breath. Not only was that impossible, it was stupid to even brag about. Of course, you took the bait.
"Then do it."
"Only if you do it first."
"Oh my god. Why?" You groaned, rubbing a hand over your face.
He smirked. "Because I know you can’t."
"Do you have to try and be better than me at everything?"
"Yes. And it’s not trying when I am."
You wanted to slap the smirk off his face. Instead, you took a deep breath. "Fine. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do this right. Ten rounds. This will be the first round. I’ll choose what we do in the next round."
That got his interest. He raised an eyebrow. "And…?"
"And the winner is officially better than the loser. After that, no more bragging." You held out your hand. "Deal?"
"Huh." He smirked and grabbed your hand. "Deal."
You motioned for Banri to start first. He took a deep breath and started the whole story, not just Jugemu’s name. You could see his face go red as he slowly ran out of air. He almost made it to the end. Your hands squeezed in anticipation as he tried to push to the end. He failed with only ten words left to the story.
"Damn it!" He panted.
"Hah!!" You cleared your throat and shook out your hands. "My turn!"
With a measured breath, you started. You focused on saying the words as quickly as possible, barely stumbling. Banri’s eyebrows furrowed as he mouthed the words with you. He was just waiting for you to mess up. As you were reciting the story, Itaru and Chikage walked into the room. They stared at you in confusion.
"What are you doing?" Itaru tilted his head.
Banri lifted his hand. "Quiet."
Chikage’s eyebrows furrowed. "Are you trying to summon a rakugoka or something?"
"It took so long to explain, the lump is already gone!" You shouted. You gasped and jumped up. "I did it!! That’s one point for me!"
"Son of a bitch!"
Itaru laughed. "Okay, I need to know what’s going on."
"Banri and I made a bet to see who’s better. This was the first round and I won!" You did a little victory dance as Banri cursed again.
Chikage shook his head. "You guys are going to blow this out of proportion."
"More entertainment for us."
"More chaos."
It was total chaos.. The second challenge was baking brownies without a recipe. Yours turned out a bit dry, but still edible. Banri’s filled the kitchen with smoke and everyone had to be evacuated. Omi banned both of you from the kitchen for two weeks. The third round, to your dismay, was solving a Rubik’s cube the fastest. All of the Autumn troupe watched you fail miserably on that one. Every Mankai member was now in on the bet. It was a divide on whether your bet was entertaining or annoying.
You had a feeling that the ninth battle would be today. You were going out with Banri, Kazunari, Sakyo, and Tenma to a local club. It was a busy night tonight. The club was packed as you tried to maneuver your way through the crowd. Tenma, Sakyo, and Banri went to get drinks. You and Kazunari decided to hit the dance floor. Kazunari always made sure you were comfortable whenever you went out, knowing that a busy club could be overwhelming.
"You alright?" Kazunari grabbed your wrist and pulled you close. He tried to speak over the heavy bass. "You seem kind of tired lately."
You shrugged and started to sway to the music. "I just think this whole bet thing with Banri is stupid."
"Aren’t you the one who started it?"
"Maybe," You giggled and shrugged. "He just goaded me into it."
"Well, forget about it tonight. Let’s dance and have fun!"
Kazunari wiggled his body, making you laugh. You pressed closer to him and started to dance, letting your body relax. It was so crowded that you were practically pressed against his chest. You didn’t realize how stressed you were with this bet. It was making you do stupid things that you normally wouldn’t do. And you hated that. You just wanted to forget it all tonight.
"Hey."
Banri’s breath hit your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You felt him grab your elbow and tug you backwards. You grunted and turned around, your eyebrows furrowing. He had a smirk on his face. Oh, great. You knew where this was going to lead.
"Are you about to challenge me to a dance battle?"
"What?" He laughed and shook his head. "Of course not."
"I would watch that!" Kazunari said, coming up behind you.
Banri rolled his eyes. "Drinking contest. Duh."
"Mmmh… I’m not too great with drinks."
"So you're forfeiting your point?"
Kazunari said your name, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Don’t listen to him. Continue the bet tomorrow."
"Stay out of this, Kazunari."
"Hey, don’t be rude to him."
"Will you do it or not?"
You let out a sigh and reluctantly nodded. Banri grabbed your wrist and guided you over to the bar. Tenma was nursing a fruity cocktail. Sakyo had just finished drinking his usual whisky. Once Kazunari spotted him, his eyes lit up. He dragged Sakyo to the edge of the dance floor. It was close enough to watch whatever inevitable train wreck this would lead to.
"Six tequila shots, please." Banri’s eyes met yours as you sat down. "Three for me, three for them."
"Tequila? Really?"
He shrugged. "Go big or go home."
"Fine."
You and Banri stared each other down as the bartender laid out rows of shots on the counter. Your leg bounced anxiously. Banri gave you a confident smirk. The score was tied. Whoever got this point would be in the lead up to the last battle. The one that would decide who was better than the other. And you were completely confident it would be you. After the bartender poured the last shot, you looked up at her.
"Keep them coming, okay? That guy over there will pay." You pointed towards Sakyo, who was sighing in disappointment as Kazunari attempted to dance in front of him.
The bartender shrugged. "Fine by me."
"Ready?" Banri asked, rolling his shoulders back.
"Ready."
"And… drink!"
You grabbed the first shot and threw it back. Your eyes watered as the hard liquor burned down your throat. You shouldn't have agreed to do tequila shots. Something lighter would have been fine. You blinked back the tears and looked at Banri. He slammed his second shot down onto the counter. With a deep breath, you started to drink each shot as rapidly as you could. After four shots, you felt your face heating up and your body starting to buzz.
"This shit is gross." You grimaced, reaching for another shot.
"It was the cheapest brand. Don't want Sakyo to kill us." He drank another glass and groaned. "Damn!"
You drank another as well. "It tastes like gasoline!"
"You wanna forfeit?"
"Never."
The bartender had started pouring more shots into the empty glasses. You were starting to lose count of how many you had. Banri swayed in front of you, his body splitting in two. Two? You squinted. Why were there double Banris? You reached forward towards one of the glasses. Your body fell forward faster than you could catch it. Banri reached out to catch you, but he fell forward as well, making you two hit heads. You let out a hiss of pain before laughing.
"Hah, you suck!"
Banri's face was red, his eyebrows furrowed. "You suck! Loser!"
Drinking however many shots the both of you had was not good. Talking in slurred words, stumbling around, unable to see clearly… the two of you had gotten drunk in what was probably record time. Too clouded by the copious amounts of tequila now in your system, you reached for yet another shot. Banri tried to do the same, but he just knocked over some glasses. He managed to grab one and held it up to yours. You clinked your glasses together.
"Cheers!"
Before you could drink, the shot was snatched out of your hands. The same happened to Banri. You looked up and saw Omi and Sakyo. Sakyo looked pissed. Omi had a disapproving frown. Wait… Omi? When did he get here? You tried to grab your drink back, but Sakyo handed it back to the bartender.
"No more drinks. You two are wasted."
"Uh oh!!" You looked at Banri. "Mom and Dad are angry."
Banri giggled. You joined in, unable to control yourself. Omi sighed. "Seriously? This competition has gone out of hand. No more. We're going home."
"Sakyo has to pay first!"
"Are you-" Sakyo's voice raised before rubbing his temples. "Omi, get them home. We'll have a talk when you two are sober."
"I am very sober, thank you very much."
Banri stood up and tried to walk to the exit. He took three steps before tripping over nothing and falling to the ground. Your giggles turned into full laughter. Banri started cussing out the floor. Omi picked him up by the collar. He dragged the two of you out of the club. Your steps were uneven. Your head was completely empty as you stopped laughing. You couldn't remember what you were laughing about in the first place.
"All these stupid games… When will you two quit?"
You pouted. "It's fun! I don't wanna stop!"
"You'll have to. When we get home, both of you are going straight to bed. Understood?"
"Yes, Mom." Banri hissed.
Omi raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Yes, Omi."
He dragged you two home like a pair of naughty children. Omi practically threw you in your room before walking off with Banri, who was muttering curses. Your stomach churned and you realized that you had way too big of a dinner. The tequila and food were battling in your stomach. Instead of getting on your bed, you laid down on the cold floor. Your breathing slowed as exhaustion took over you. As you fell asleep, you cursed Banri for convincing you to do this.
The next morning, you cursed Banri even more. Your head felt like it had been crushed by a hydraulic press. Your back ached from sleeping on the floor. You stood up slowly. Even the quiet knock at the door was enough to make you cringe in pain. You hobbled over to the door and opened it.
"You suck." The words came out of your mouth immediately as you saw Banri holding a glass of water in one hand, a bottle of pills in the other.
"Good morning to you too, sunshine." He looked about just as bad as you felt.
"Fuck you."
You opened the door wider. Banri stepped inside and closed the door behind him with his foot. You took the water and chugged down as much as you could. He opened the bottle, shook out two pills, and handed them to you. The tension in the room almost made you choke as you struggled to get the pills down.
"So, about last night…" He tried to smile. "I won, right?"
You shot him a glare. "Seriously? We both got blackout drunk and you’re trying to decide who won?"
"Just messin’ around."
"Well, stop!" You huffed and groaned, your own loud voice making your head pound. "God, I’m so pissed off right now."
"Don’t blame me."
"Of course I blame you!"
Banri scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You agreed. You have fault in this too."
"I know! And that pisses me off! Why do you always rile me up? Is it fun for you? Because it sure as hell isn’t fun for me."
"Liar."
"Excuse me?"
"It is fun for you!" He stepped closer to you. You stepped back. "You were the one who started the bet. You were the one who so eagerly went head first into every challenge. You could’ve said no or brushed me off. But you didn’t."
"Shut up."
"You know why? Because you love it when I challenge you! You love it when I rile you up, or when we get into fights! You just love proving that you’re better than me!"
"Banri, shut up." Your knees hit the back of your bed. He walked even closer to you.
"Not until you admit the truth!"
"Oh, fuck you!"
"You wish you could!"
You’ve had enough. He was always running that stupid smart mouth of his. The worst part was that you did enjoy it. Not only did you enjoy the challenge, but you enjoyed having his attention on you. You were just too stubborn to acknowledge it. You slammed the glass down on your bedside table and grabbed his shirt, tugging him against you. The pill bottle clattered to the ground as you crashed your lips against his. You ignored the painful sting, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.
Banri didn’t react for a moment. You could feel him grunt, as if fighting with himself. You were about to pull back when his arm wrapped around your waist. He used his other hand to lift your chin. A shiver ran down your spine. Was this the solution all along? A frustration-fueled makeout session? No, you were still pissed. But this definitely helped. At least a little bit.
You pulled away. "You make my head hurt."
"You sure it isn’t the hangover?" He moved his hand up to your cheek.
"Maybe that too." You paused and looked up at him. "Why did you always rile me up?"
"Because it was fun."
"Banri."
He cursed and shook his head. "I don’t know. Probably for the same shit I was just yellin' at you about."
"Oh," You slowly let go of his shirt. "We're both stubborn idiots."
Banri hummed, leaning down to kiss you again. "I'm sorry. I'll try not to do it again. I… I do really like you."
You accepted his kiss and apology. You knew how hard it was for him to be honest and vulnerable like this. It felt better than him brushing it off and continuing to be an ass. You weren't completely innocent either. You riled him up just as much. His arms wrapped around your waist and he brought you in for a hug. He buried his face in your neck.
You closed your eyes. "Does this mean I won the bet?"
A/N: Short, but sweet. Maybe embarrassing, too, but I love Banri.
(Name) was affectionate and touchy, as much as they shied away from it when they were on the receiving end. They enjoyed holding onto Banri’s arm and hugging him from behind to hide their face against his back. Sometimes they wouldn’t be confident enough to directly ask for a kiss, but Banri had become accustomed to the fidgeting hands and anticipatory gleam in their eyes when they wanted one.
Banri took the lead more often than not. He never minded doing so— he loved it. He wouldn’t trade the way (Name) melted under his touch, the way they hesitantly yet firmly returned the affection, for the world.
But, (Name) could be forward when they wanted to. It was rare, unexpected, but nonetheless enthralling.
“Wow,” Banri sighed. “I’m lucky today.”
He was, because he was the one with his back against the wall, caged in by (Name)’s much smaller frame. A hand grasped the hem of his shirt and the other wrapped tightly around his collar, pulling him down so (Name) could easily access his neck. Their lips were gentle and warm against his skin, but the tightness of their grasp and the way they pressed her body against his spoke volumes. If Banri were to say anything more, they might have gotten embarrassed, so what he does instead is lean his head to the side in silent encouragement.
Though, he couldn’t help but laugh when he felt (Name) bite his neck. It was so light and probably best described as ticklish rather than anything sensual— not that Banri doesn’t enjoy it. he loved it. But (Name) pulled away the second he laughed with a burning face and a pout that made Banri grin like an idiot.
“Stop that,” they whined, though not entirely sure what specifically ‘that’ was. Laughing at them? Smiling at them? Both were overwhelming as they settled down from whatever stupor lead them to this. They let go of Banri and covered their face with both hands, but they didn’t get to move too far back before Banri’s arms wrapped around her waist and pulled them back in. “This is embarrassing…”
A breathy whisper against their ear made them flinch. “Not embarrassin.’ You’re adorable.” Banri pulled one hand away from their face and pressed a kiss to the inside of their wrist. Their eyes locked when he looked up and he leaned forward to bump foreheads. “Adorable,” he repeated, and, with his hand against the back of their neck, guided them into a kiss.
In the closeness of their intertwined bodies, the soft contact juxtaposed by Banri’s firm grip around their waist and (Name)’s on the back of his shirt, they could feel each other’s heartbeat. (Name)’s was fast and thrumming, while Banri’s beat steady like a drum. When they pulled away to take a breath, Banri stole it right back through another kiss. And another. And another. (Name) was breathless and trapped in Banri’s embrace.
Happily so— there was no place they would rather be.
SUMMARY: Tenma's summer goal is to have his first kiss with you. It's easier said than done.
A/N: Day 1 of the Natsumeku event! I hope everyone is having a good start to summer!
Tenma had one goal in mind for summer break. And he shouldn’t have shared the details with his roommate.
“That’s pathetic.”
“Can you try saying something nice to me for once?!”
The “pathetic” thing in question was the fact that Tenma’s summer goal was to have his first kiss with his partner. Because, despite being together for over a month at that point, Tenma had chickened out of the first kiss at every opportunity.
That was reasonable. This was his first relationship after all! It shouldn’t be weird to be nervous for a first kiss. The problem was that Tenma really, really wanted it to happen, but he had an insane instinct to flee the scene every time the mood was right. The most egregious example was a few days before this, when he walked (Name) to their house after a date, leaned in for a kiss, only to start running down the street. He was the one who imitated!
“What scares you so much about a first kiss?” Yuki asked, as if he had any more experience than Tenma did.
“I don’t know,” Tenma whined. “You can only have one first kiss! That’s a lot of pressure! I don’t want it to be bad for (Name)!”
Yuki raised a brow. “So your solution is to never kiss them?”
“Were you not listening?! I’m gonna do it! I’m determined!” For all he complained, there was a tiny part of Tenma’s psyche that saw the benefit of venting to Yuki. It was better to get this energy out then instead of using it to run away from (Name).
When it came to Tenma, Yuki’s face was always deadpanned and unimpressed. And while Yuki was definitely unimpressed about this, he let out a sigh before returning back to his latest sewing project. “Good luck.”
He was going to need it.
Three more dates had passed without Tenma finding the courage.
He and (Name) went to the aquarium. A giant ray passing over the tank above them felt like the perfect moment, but Tenma pretended to be excited by the sight of a seahorse instead.
He and (Name) enjoyed ice cream on one of the hottest days of the summer. Despite sharing a cone, Tenma kept his lips as far away from (Name)’s as possible.
He and (Name) attempted to be the ultimate winners of Mankai game night, only to get destroyed by the board game squad (who really shouldn’t be allowed to play on the same team anymore). When (Name) was leaving for the night, Tenma gave them a hug. Then froze when (Name) moved 1 centimeter toward his face. It was an awkward farewell.
Third time was supposed to be the charm, so Tenma reaching his fourth attempt was not a good sign.
“Just checking in— do you still like me?”
It was a disgustingly hot and humid summer day, so rather than going out and doing something, Tenma and (Name) laid on the floor below (Name)’s air conditioner. With (Name)’s phone playing music and the buzz of the AC, the pair were simply enjoying each other’s presence.
Until (Name) said that, and Tenma shot up from the floor. “Of course I do! Why would you ask something like that?!”
(Name), on the other hand, remained motionless on the floor, not even opening their eyes. “Maybe because you’re avoiding kissing me like the plague?”
Tenma’s shoulders fell. He had naively hoped that maybe his hesitance wasn’t too noticeable, but when his instinct was to literally run away, it would be hard not to pay any mind to it.
Of course he was nervous, but the whole reason why was because they didn’t want to ruin something important to (Name). Tenma didn’t even consider the possibility that refusing to kiss them was equally as upsetting as having a bad kiss.
He sighed, looking down towards his lap. “It’s not that I don’t want to…”
(Name) peeked at him with one eye open. “It’s because you hate me?”
Tenma nudged their arm with his knee. “Stop putting words in my mouth!”
“I’m joking!”
Even if they were bothered by it, Tenma was lucky to have an understanding partner in (Name). Someone who deflected his emotional outbursts with playful banter.
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Tenma repeated. He fidgeted with the hem of his pants. “I’m just nervous. I want our first kiss to be good.”
(Name) turned on their side, head propped against their hand, and looked up at Tenma. “Avoiding it altogether is a funny solution to that problem.”
“Yuki said the same thing,” Tenma grimaced. “Every time you and I lean in, I run away! I don’t know why! I—“
He was interrupted as (Name) sat up. “Close your eyes.”
“Huh?”
“Trust me?”
Tenma did trust (Name), so even though he was confused, he obliged their request. Maybe if he thought about it for a second longer he would’ve realized what was coming, but (Name) moved fast enough that their soft lips meeting his were an absolute shock. A short gasp was muffled by the kiss and Tenma opened his eyes in surprise. Does he kiss back? How does he kiss back? What does that even mean? Should his eyes be open? They probably shouldn’t. He closed his eyes again and tried his best to return the kiss, even with a complete lack of experience.
When (Name) pulled away, they giggled at the sight of Tenma’s eyes still being closed and his face being bright red. “It’s over. You can open your eyes now.”
There was another pause before Tenma actually opened his eyes, and he looked positively rattled by the experience. “Was it bad? You look like you’re about to cry.”
“I’m not! And, it wasn’t bad!” It was suddenly hard to keep looking at (Name) in the eye, so he shifted his gaze to the wall. “It was… really nice.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Tenma saw (Name) grin. In spite of the summer heat, (Name) rested their chin on Tenma’s shoulder, the side of their head brushing against his cheek.
“I thought the same thing,” (Name) smiled. “Now that’s a weight off both of our shoulders.”
Tenma wanted to believe the way his body was burning was a result of the weather, and he turned his head even further away. “… The first kiss was my whole goal for summer break.”
(Name) laughed, wrapping their arms around their easily flustered boyfriend. “Now the new goal can be as many kisses as possible.”
