#akira x reader

[thequietkid-moonie]

⸺ Akira Fudo

⚘ Befriend a demon desguised as human

⚘ Giving up but not loving them

⚘ Maybe in another life we could have been together

✧˖°.☾ Main masterlist || Mixed masterlist ✧˖°.☾

[eros-fixx]

what’s cookin, good-lookin’

summary: you + akira + cooking class = a disastrous blend of awful food puns and flirting. tw: innuendos, sexual tension, akira and reader are gross and should get a room... rating: T word count:1.4k a/n: repost from old blog. college au. basically the fic where i throw all the stupid food puns i can think of in and hope for the best. if anything is lacking for that, pls at least enjoy the last line < / 3

The day your partner for Intro to Basic Culinary Skills walked into class nearly a foot taller, with a tan, dark-rimmed eyes and unruly hair, it became clear that his appearance wasn’t the only thing that had radically changed about him overnight. His personality had also shifted, became more... perverse, bold. Akira Fudo was no longer the blushing, stumbling freshman that you had remembered. Needless to say, you were fascinated with the change.

You had always been the type to drop innuendos and flirt with anyone really, but Akira had made for an especially fun target because he got flustered so easily. While your classmates at first thought you were picking on him specifically because he seemed hopelessly inexperienced, you had much purer intentions--you thought Akira was cute. It pleased you to see his wide eyes or red cheeks, to hear his nervous laughter at your jokes. 

But now, with this new version of him, it appeared you’d met your match.

The initial re-introductions had gone over as smooth as one could imagine, with several of your classmates expressing sheer disbelief at Akira’s transformation, and your professor even having to triple-check the roster to prove that it was him. Despite that, you’d still scrutinized every aspect of his new appearance until he raised a brow.

“You know, if you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he offered cockily, and you stumbled. Your gaze inched back towards the task at hand, as you blinked rapidly.

This was definitely not Fudo--maybe he’d been replaced by some kind of alien? Either way, you figured it was rude to ask, and he was still your partner for class. Whoever this was, Fudo or not Fudo. 

“Crack two eggs into the bowl, then whisk for ten seconds,” you read aloud from the cookbook. So caught up in scanning the accompanying illustrations, you failed to see the downright devilishexpression cross Akira’s face.

“And how do you like your eggs? Scrambled?” He leaned in closer to you, his voice dropping several octaves. “Or fertilized?”

You let out a choked sound, your head snapping towards his amused face. Did he just...! You looked away as your professor walked past, pretending to busy yourself with the task. As soon as he was out of earshot though, you cleared your throat. 

“D-Depends. What’s the chef’s suggestion?”

You met his gaze, and it was dark with promise. 

“Well...” Akira shrugged, resting his elbow on the counter. “Your choice. We could start with the scrambling, and then head straight to the fertilizing.” He seemed to take great amusement in seeing your mouth fall open, if his shit-eating grin was anything to go by. “Depends how rough you want it to get,” he challenged, reaching over to grab the whisk from you. As he did, you couldn’t help but notice just how easy it was for him, how much longer his limbs had gotten. 

Jeez, what was he now? Close to six feet tall? And that cocky smirk...

When did Akira get so hot? And how?

“What’s next on the list?” he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. He snickered as you stuttered out the instructions, before typing his apron back and getting to work.

“You’re pretty tongue-tied.” The observation cut through to you, and you frowned. You were sure that anyone in this situation would be a bit surprised that their meek partner turned into some kind of jacked-up flirt oozing with sex appeal overnight. Did puberty even hit this late?!

“I’m still processing your, ah, new look,” you said.

“Heh. That’s not the only thing that’s changed.” You titled your head curiously. “Gone are the days you can make passes at me,” Akira started, gaze focused on the task ahead of him. “Because I’m not just going to stand around like a blushing virgin anymore.” 

That was a challenge if you heard any. And while your competitor had caught you off guard with his fierce display of wit, you would rise to meet the occasion, you decided then and there. Class quickly devolved into a competition of who could outdo the other in the age-old classic: food innuendos. 

The next class, you were mixing frosting for cupcakes that Akira had already shoved in the oven, when you had an idea. You dipped your finger in the batter before licking it off slowly, making sure to maintain eye contact with your partner as your tongue circled your digit. “Mmm. Delicious.” 

Akira’s gaze narrowed, his mouth parting. Before you could blink, he flicked a whole wad of batter at your chest, where it landed in a streak of goop. “Whoops,” he said, sounding not at all apologetic. “My bad. Guess you could say I made a mess with my baby batter.”

You wiped it off your shirt with a paper towel he handed you, ignoring his snickering. “S’alright. I’m sure it’s hard for you to focus around my fat, juicy buns.”

He snorted, but not before you caught sight of his gaze lingering on your chest, a piece of information you decided to tuck away for later. As if on cue, the timer for the cupcakes went off. Despite the both of you fucking around, they turned out as close to perfect as anything you two had made.

He took a bite into one, groaning at the taste. “Damn, that’s moist.”

You waggled your brows. “Wanna know what else is, Fudo?”

It continued like this for another month at least. Once a week you and Akira would attend class, don your aprons, and wreck sheer torture on any of your classmates unfortunate enough to overhear your overt flirting and innuendoes.  Pretty soon you two had cleared a space towards the back of the class just for yourselves. 

“Need me to toss that salad of yours?”

“Damn Fudo, how are you even able to handle that meat?”

“What’s wrong? Cookie tray won’t fit in your tight, little oven?”

“How am I supposed to make a full-course meal when your ass is such a snack, Akira?”

But after that month, your professor had unfortunately caught on that there was something brewing between you two, especially after hearing you tell Akira to “tenderize you like he did with his meat.” He kicked the two of you out with fogged-up-glasses and cheeks ablaze, telling you to keep things professional in the classroom, citing the code of conduct for students. You and Akira stared at each other for a second, both of you covered in flour from your disastrous attempts at making katsu, before bursting into laughter.

With midterms a week away, this would certainly not bode well for your grade, but paradoxically, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. 

“I would pin the blame on you, but to be honest, it’s mostly my fault,” you admitted as the two of you walked out the building.

Akira raised a brow at you, shoving his bag over his shoulder. “Yeah, you’re the one who’s been making passes at me since the start!”

“I... Look, I don’t deny that! But I didn’t expect to be outmatched.” You sighed as you made your way outside. You sank into a bench as he stood, shoving his hands into his pockets and staring down at you.

“Bet it took you by surprise.” 

You appraised him. He looked the picture of unruffled bad boy. Despite the flour dusting his black shirt. “You did. Pulled the rug right out from under me. Your mind is dirtier than a gutter’s. Mine is the gutter, for reference.”

He snorted. “Don’t say that. You’re pretty nasty yourself.”

Your gazes met, and after a pause, you said, “I mean, I’d totally let you use my easy ultimate bake oven, if you know what I mean?”

He smirked. “Is it because I’m a ‘whole ass rack of meat?’” he said, throwing one of your very innuendos back at you. 

“Well, yeah, of course. But honestly? I would’ve let your little bacon-ass self tap it too.”

Akira looked surprised at this revelation, before he seeming to latch onto something, leaning forwards. 

“So, you do have it bad.”

“Not as bad as the guy whose been aiming batter at my chest all semester.”

“Heh. Thought you wouldn’t notice.” 

“It is. More than a little obvious, Fudo! Know how many shirts you’ve ruined?”

He shrugged before sending you a sly look. “I do have an oven back at my place, too. Wanna get to baking?” he asked, stretching a hand out towards you.

While it turned out you two did little cooking and more of sloppily making out inside Akira’s dorm, you did manage to practice one cooking technique.

The art of stuffing your muffin.

[immisciblelove]

♡ — unsent letters.

one two three

you told yourself you'd never fall in love with ren amamiya, who labelled as a 'dangerous criminal' when he first transferred over to shujin high, but with how things were going—you weren't even sure if you could keep that promise to yourself, how foolish.

the way he speaks to you in a soft tone, how he conducts himself around you by acting silly, even his stupid glasses made his smug face look cute and innocent! it wasn't even your fault you felt this way, it was that idiotic charm of his that (for some reason) he has.

or gained.

you swear he randomly just became charming one day.

well, even so... the only good thing about him is his cute cat, right? although, morgana always meows nonstop sometimes when you came over to his 'house' (could you really call it that if he lived in an attic inside a cafe?). i mean it feels like he can understand you two sometimes with how he paws at either you or ren, clearly displeased when either say he's adorable.

but nevertheless, forming a small crush on him wont matter anyway! you could probably forget about it and keep the friendship the same. if you dont confess.

although, valentines day was coming up. maybe you could discreetly slip a love letter into his locker or desk drawer and avoid him forever after?

so you wrote, and wrote... and wrote—all in many different ways to convey your feelings about him, alas being in vain in the end; opting to seal your failed attempts deep within your rooms cabinet, almost flowing out of a cute-patterned box.

you tried your hardest! maybe it was better to keep them in your heart rather than potentially having those same thoughts break it.

© immisciblelove ‘26 — ☆

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Cooking With Your Heart Pt. 18: And so, it Starts (Akira x reader, Ryo x reader)

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Summary: Well, well, well...

TW: None

Word Count: 1.4k

Part 17 | Part 19 TBD

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It was a chilly fall morning. That morning you busied yourself working on the Polar Star Dorm garden. You have been diligently farming new flowers to freeze dry for your collection. In the distance, the rest of your dorm-mates were working on farming fall vegetables for their own cooking.

You had spent several hours looking through each flower to choose which ones to dry and which ones were going to decorate your room.  At the end of your process, you realized you had cut more flowers than were needed for decorating your room. You smiled, knowing exactly what to do with the flowers.

You quickly run up to your room with your bounty. You begin drying a handful of flowers before you make two small bouquets out of an assortment of seasonal and wild flowers form your garden.

After you were done you made your way to The Lab. You were a bit nervous about how the gift would be received but that didn’t stop your determination to give it. When you walk into The Lab you see that it’s empty, but a soft aroma of spices catches your attention and you follow it to the kitchen. There Akira was focused on cooking.

You lightly knock on the door, “Hi.”

Akira looks back, not caring who it is. Until he realizes it’s you and nearly drops a whole container of spices into his food.

“Y-y/n. What are you doing here?” He asks as he wipes his hands on his apron.

“Didn’t know I couldn’t be.” You chuckle.

“No! I mean, yes, you can be here. What I meant was, what brings you over here?” He said with a slight blush.

“I brought you these, from my garden.” You raise your hand to show him the bouquet.

Akira is speechless. Hues of red paint his cheeks. He has never received a gift outside of what Shiome has offered. And never flowers.

He shakily takes them from you. He doesn’t know what to do.

“Thank you…” He says full of emotion.

“No worries. I harvested so many I thought some would look good in your kitchen or room.” You blush at realizing how intimate the gift was.

Akira looks at you and smiles, “They will look lovely in my room.”

You smile back relieved that he liked the gift.

Akira’s eyes drift to you other hand that has a similar bouquet. “You made two?” He asks.

You lift the other bouquet, “Yes, this one’s for Ryo.”

Akira’s blood boiled and his veins ran hot at the thought of Ryo receiving a gift from you. Especially, something so intimate as flowers.

“You know, a gift for both of my friends.” You add.

Akira can feel his soul leaving his body. Friends. Of course, how could he have forgotten? How he has grown to hate the word.

“Yes, friends. I appreciate the gift.” He said though gritted teeth.

“Is everything okay?” You ask.

“Yes, everything is fine. I’m just worried about making this dish just right.” Akira lied.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I’ll go.” You say as you wave him goodbye.

Before he can stop you, you have exited the room. He bangs his head against the nearby wall. He didn’t mean to run you off. He simply was annoyed at the idea of just being your friend and having to share you with Ryo. As he lamented his situation he looked down at his hand to further admire the flowers. He sighs in resignation. If this was all he could have of you he would rather have this than nothing.

You make your way to Ryo’s dormitory. When you arrive, you knock on the door. You stand there for what seems forever. Maybe there was no one home. A sleepy and groggy Ryo opens the door. His hair is a mess, his undereye darker than usual.

“What?” He asks without noticing it’s you.

“Hey Ryo, are you just waking up?” You ask.

Ryo rubs his eyes quickly and realizes that it’s you at the door. He closes the door, runs up to his room to comb his hair and get dressed. He runs back down and opens the door like nothing had happened.

“Hey y/n!” He says trying to hide a blush.

You chuckle, “Sorry to wake up. I brought you something.” You present him with a bouquet.

Ryo takes it and is speechless. What was he supposed to do with this? And then it hit him. You were giving him flowers. His face turns a bright red.

“Tha-thank you.” He stammers.

“No problem. That’s what friends do.”

He quickly snaps out of his haze. Friends. How he hates that word coming from your lips. He wanted to be more than just your friend. This gesture would have more meaning if you were his. Then it hit him.

“Want to go out, as friends, to the morning market tomorrow?” He says quickly not wanting to lose his chance.

“Like, the vegetable and fish market?”

“Yes. We can gather fresh produce for our dishes – as friends.”

“Sure! I’ve been meaning to ask you how to pick the right fish for my dishes.”

Score! Ryo had made his move before Akira and couldn’t wait to rub it in his face.

“See you here at 5am?” He verifies.

“Yes! I’ll see you then.” You say as you wave him goodbye.

Ryo closes the door triumphantly. He is going to get as much time with you as possible.

You walk back home. You help with dinner with the rest of the girls.

“So, y/n… What’s all the commotion between you and Akira?” Yuki asks.

The question catches you off guard. “What do you mean?”

“Now, now, Yuki. Don’t pry.” Ryoko redirects her.

“I’m just asking a question. It seems so, what’s the word? Interesting.” Yuki continues to pry.

“I’m so confused.” You say as you work on preparing the meal.

“Oh, come on! You spend a lot of time at The Lab… and well…” Yuki smiles insinuating something to you.

“We’re just friends.” You say still missing the point.

Ryoko bit her lower lip, sharing a  similar thought as Yuki but choosing to not share it.

“Akira? Didn’t you go on a date with Ryo?” Megumi chimes in.

Everyone turns to Megumi in surprise but in acknowledgement that this happened. Everyone turns to you. You’re a blushing mess.

“Yes… what of it.” You say in a low voice.

“So, not just Akira but also Ryo?” Yuki pressed harder.

“I’m just friends with them! I swear. Why am I getting the third degree? “You say quickly.

Everyone is on alert, and they all chime in on what they think is happening leaving you speechless.

Ryoko clears her throat and everyone goes quiet, “Everyone stop. Whatever is happening with y/n and Akira or y/n and Ryo is none of our business. But y/n, I think you need to be more aware of your behaviors and how it affects Ryo and Akira.”

You stand there quiet and pensive. You didn’t even consider that you would, in any way, affect them. Even though you knew that they both had feelings for you. How silly of you to think that your request to just be friends would remove all feelings from Akira and Ryo’s heart.

“That said, everyone get back to cooking it’s almost dinner time.” Ryoko instructed.

You all cooked together but silently. Meanwhile, as you plated the food, you had a realization you were not only blushing but feeling weak in the knees. If Akira and Ryo still had feelings for you, you had just spent the day torturing them by giving them flowers. Not just that, you basically agreed to go on another date with Ryo!

You almost screamed at how quickly it all came together for you. You wished you could take back what happened today and just be as far away from both of them as possible.

That night, after dinner, you laid in bed thinking about what would happen next. Should you call Ryo and say you can’t make it tomorrow? No. That would be too obvious and maybe… not what you wanted. So, you would be lying if you said you didn’t find Ryo attractive… or Akira. Ugh! What was happening? Did you get bit by the love bug too?

You were too overwhelmed to properly think what this meant for you. All you knew was that when you were with Akira you felt like yourself and when you were with Ryo you felt free.  Now you were the one drowning in feelings.

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@wtfmo0ny

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Cooking With Your Heart Pt. 17: Plotting (Akira x reader, Ryo x reader)

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Summary: Friendship can be a tricky thing.

TW: None

Word Count: 2.5k

Part 16 | Part 18

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On your way to the lab you couldn’t help but feel nervous. This was a whole new territory for you. Your last talk with Akira was when you rejected him. Then, he didn’t seem mad but you could see the disappointment in his eyes. You hoped that he had come around and was willing to be your friend.

At the lab, Akira waits for you anxiously. He wants to make sure that everything goes right. His love confession was less than stellar, or at least that’s what he thinks. I mean if it had been good enough wouldn’t you have said yes? It doesn’t matter. All that matters now is that he makes this right.

You knock on the door to the lab, something you’ve never done before. Akira is quick to stand up from the couch when he sees you come in.

“Hello.” You say nervously.

“Y/n” Akira smiles. “I’m glad you came.”

You nod as you stand there.

“Please sit”, he points to the other couch.

Embarrassed you sit down. This was all so new and weird. You couldn’t even fathom what Akira wanted to talk to you about. Maybe you were blowing this out of proportion, and it was simply about food. Yes, food. Let’s stick to that.

Akira clears his throat as he sits down opposite to you. “When I confessed to you, I hoped that you would reciprocate. I see now that you don’t” He avoids your gaze.

You open your mouth, but Akira raises his hand to shush you.

“Please, this is important. I can’t change the way I feel about you. I don’t understand why I feel this way for you. I do know that I can’t be apart from you. If I can’t make you mine, I’d prefer to keep you as a friend. A close friend, if you let me.” He looks down at his hands.

You sit there taking it all in. Your face was three shades of red from his statement. This man was persistent and honest. Something that was attractive to you, but you had to stay strong.

“So… are we friends?” You ask meekly.

“If you would have me, yes.” Akira makes heavy eye contact.

You smile, happy that this was going well. Akira blushes at your reaction. Yes, you were a beauty when you were serious but seeing you smile made something blossom in his chest. Something that he didn’t understand.

“Perfect! I can’t wait to see what we make of this. Now, finally, it won’t feel so awkward when I stop to see Shiomi.” You say.

“Yes, I apologize for that. I was still processing my feelings.” Akira admitted.

“Boy, no need to apologize. You’re allowed to have your feelings and take time to feel them.”

Akira smiled. Your carefree nature always put him at ease.

“Now what?” You ask.

“Well, friends share stories, anecdotes. How has the festival been for you?” “Drab. Our kiosk is basically a boy host club. All I do is cook and clean. Which don’t get me wrong, I enjoy but to do it for 12 hours straight it’s pure torture.”

Akira chuckles, “I think it’s giving you real world experience.”

“I guess you’re right.” You pout.

Again, Akira didn’t know how he was going to survive just being your friend. Every facial expression you made compelled him to kiss you. He didn’t know how this would work but he was willing to give it a try.

The rest of the night you and Akira swapped stories about your experience at the Lunar Festival. Akira complained about his groupmates and how insufferable they are. You tried to console him. That night, when you returned to your dormitory, you slept peacefully. It gave you peace of mind to know you had gained Akira as your friend.

The next morning Ryo rose ready and determined. He had spent all night hating that you and Akira were alone at the lab talking. He hoped it was just talking. It sounded like Akira hadn’t turned you down when you asked to be friends. Ryo, on the other hand, being hardheaded and prideful did the opposite. Now he regretted his choice and was looking to backtrack.

He made sure to get up early enough to catch you before you went to your kiosk. He knew that the Polar Star group set up earlier than others. He had a plan to win you back. Maybe not as a lover but as a friend. He almost ran out of his dormitory to the exact spot he knew you would have to cross to get to the Festival.

You were starting to hate the Lunar festival. It being so early and having to prep before anyone else. It almost felt insane. But Akira was right, it gave you real world experience on what it would be line to run a kitchen for long hours.

You took your usual path to the Festival. It was always nice and quiet in the morning. However, you doubted it would be quiet for long. In the distance you could see a black figure. A figure you quickly mad out to be Ryo. Oh, lord, what now.

Ryo is quick to notice you. Suddenly he is nervous and anxious. He reaches for the bandana to give him courage, but he chooses otherwise. He needed to be calm for this conversation. He needed to use his voice of reason.

“Morning.” Ryo said as you passed him.

You groan as you stop. Why did you stop? “Morning”

“Can we talk?” he asks.

You sigh, “sure.”

He guides you to a bench in a secluded space where you both had privacy. He sits next to you, hands on his lap thinking about what to say first. You sit there in silence. You wonder if he is going to say anything.

“I was hasty when I told you that I didn’t want to be friends,” He starts in a low voice, “ I was hurt. I had never been let down by someone I liked. To be fair I don’t think I’ve ever had a crush.”

You’re surprised and humbled. To be his first was a grand thing. To also be his first to break his heart was a bum thing to do.

“What I’m trying to say is,” he turns to you, “Can we start over?”

You sit there dumbfounded, “Like… be friends?”

“Yes.” He says, hope in his eyes.

You break out in a smile, “Of course!”

Ryo blushes as he lets go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding. That smile meant so much to him. He didn’t know he needed to see you forever like this until now. He wanted you to smile only for him.

“Can we hang out after the festival tonight?” He was feeling bold. Yes, he wanted to be friends but that didn’t stop him from trying to win you over.

“Yes! I would love that.”

“Meet me back here after you guys close down.” Ryo instructed you.

You nod as you get up. You look at your watch and you realize that you’re late. You wave him goodbye as you run towards your kiosk at the Festival.

You eventually arrive at your post at the kiosk. It’s another grueling day at the Festival, but you were feeling good. Akira and Ryo were now your friends, and you get to reap the benefits of those friendships.

Back at Ryo, Alice and Akira’s kiosk tensions run high. Akira and Ryo picked up where they left off the night before. They followed through on making orders and cooking but not without bickering and sassing each other.

“Enough! Team meeting.” Alice announced.

The boys reluctantly joined Alice in a huddle.

“This has to stop. Each of you tried to win y/n over and it seems she said no to both of you. You guys have to let it go. She doesn’t want either of you.” Alice tried to reason with them.

“She may have turned me down but we are still friends.” Akira said smugly.

Ryo smirked, “Funny, so are we. And we plan to spend time together tonight.”

Akira looks at him in disbelief. Great, now Alice had to contend with this new hurdle.

Akira tightened his lips. He only had a barrage of insults to lay on Ryo out of jealousy. Ryo on the other hand, felt smug. He may not always be the most sensitive, but he and y/n had history. I mean they did go out on a date sometime ago. What does Akira have?

“I need air.” Akira says and leaves the kiosk.

Alice sighs, her plans ruined. Ryo shrugged and went back to cooking as if nothing had happened.

Akira was blind with jealousy. You weren’t his and he could not dictate what you do but he didn’t want you near Ryo. He wanted to ban you from him but that would surely backfire on him. Eventually he sits down on a bench to get some reprieve. He needed to breathe, to calm himself down.

“Water?” He hears a voice near him.

When he looks up, he sees you offering him water. Were you always destined to be where he needed you the most?

“You look dehydrated. Please, have some water.” You reiterate.

Mindlessly, without a word, he takes the bottle of water you offered. He took in a couple of sips before slumping into himself. You’re quickly alarmed thinking that dehydration had gotten to him. You sit next to him.

“Akira what’s wrong? Are you okay?” You say as you put your hand up to his forehead.

Your touch cools him and makes him wish he could have more. Just a little bit more.

He slowly grabs your hand from his forehead, and he brings it to his mouth, given you a light kiss. You’re all sorts of hues of red.

“Thank you.” He says as he lowers your hand from his mouth. “I was feeling a bit dehydrated.”

You smile, still blushing. “Just trying to help a friend out.”

Friend. Oh, how he will come to hate that word. But, for now, it would do. He lets go of your hand and gets up.

“Are you feeling better?” You ask looking up at him.

“Yes, thank you. I have to go now.” He says.

You nod and wave him goodbye as he walks back to his kiosk. He is feeling much better about the Ryo situation. Yes, you may have planned to meet up with Ryo, but Akira still had the advantage. You two had so much in common and no one can take that away from him. As long as you continue to come to the lab, time with you will be well spent.

Akira returns to the kiosk without another word. He falls into cooking and serving as if nothing happened. Ryo wanted to instigate him but decided against him. He needed to stay cool until the nighttime when he would be with you.

The sun sets, the atmosphere is cooling down and people are slowing down. The Festival is closing for the night. The guests groaned in sadness while the cooks celebrated another day well spent.

Ryo sprung alive as soon as he finished cleaning and setting things away. He ran out of the kiosk to the designated spot, without another word. Akira watched him go to meet you with just a hint of jealousy.

Ryo arrived before you. He sat eagerly waiting for you. However, time passed. 10 minutes. 20, 30 and you still hadn’t arrived. Ryo couldn’t help but feel heartbroken and angry. Did you stand him up? Did you plan this to ridicule him and hurt him? As he decides to give up and walk away he hears you calling out to him from a distance. You come up running to him, all out of breath.

“… I’m sorry… things got crazy… We couldn’t close down.” You said between deep breaths.

Ryo held in a smile. You showed up. You didn’t leave him here.

You finally catch your breath. “How can I make it up to you?”

“Sit with me. Talk to me.” He says as he sits back down.

“I would love that.” You smile.

There you go again, smiling for him. He wanted this to be just his, no one else’s. He hated that he had to share you with Akira but every moment with him meant that you were just his for that time. And that’s all that mattered.

“How did it go today?” You ask.

“It was okay. The usual hustle and bustle.” He answered.

“That’s good. Did you guys make a lot of money?”

“Not sure. Alice counts the money. I left before she said the total.”

“I hope it was a bunch. You guys work really hard.”

Ryo felt proud that you recognized his hard work. He enjoyed being seen for his efforts. The rest of the night you guys talked about the Festival and how you felt about it. Ryo enquired about the new dishes you were planning to make. You were quick to fill him in on your new additions and invited him to taste some if he was available. Ryo exploded in excitement. A special invitation, just for him. The night dragged on as the two of you bantered back and forth. Eventually you excused yourself because you were tired. Ryo offered to walk you to your dormitory. On your way there it felt reminiscent of your date. You made a comment about it expecting him to say something rude.

“Yes, that was a good time. Maybe we can do it again sometime.” Ryo said avoiding your gaze.

You smiled to yourself knowing that this was flying too close to the sun but you couldn’t help but want this with Ryo. At the door you said good night and Ryo held the urge to kiss you on the cheek. Maybe another day.

That night Ryo slept well. No nightmares, no tossing or turning. He enjoyed having you close. You may not be his girl, but you were his friend that was a girl, and that was close enough. He did feel sly at the idea that he would not stop trying to win you ver. After all, he still had big feelings and didn’t know how else to manage them other than making you feel them for him.

Akira, at the lab, laid in bed in tranquility. He hated that you and Ryo were now friends and were spending time together but he had his own tricks up his sleeve. If Ryo wanted war, Akira would give him one. Akira can be suave and smooth. He can also work his magic to win you over. He knew that you spent more time at the lab than anywhere else. Every time you come to visit, it’s a chance for him to gain your trust and even your love.

Both boys were actively planning to gain your affection. Each one plotting their move. You oblivious, slept peacefully thinking you had two good friends.

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@wtfmo0ny

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Cooking With Your Heart Pt. 16: Pride (Akira x reader, Ryo x reader)

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Summary: Sometimes you gotta give a little to get a little.

TW: None

Word Count: 1k

Part 15 | Part 17

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Ryo angrily put away ingredients at the kiosk. Refusing to talk to Akira or Alice. He hated that he had said no to you. He hated that he had taken away the chance to build something with you. His pride was on the line. You hurt him way too many times. Actually, just one but that was enough for him.

His anger distracted him from making good food. So much so, that he was removed from the kitchen and put on serving duty. He grumbled and groaned at everything that his colleagues told him. He was short and bland with the customers.

“What is your damage?” Alice asked him, “You’re driving the customers away with your poor attitude.”

“Shut up and leave me alone.” He said in a somber voice.

Alice noticed that he wasn’t wearing his bandana and his rudeness without it seemed strange and alien to her. She decided that Ryo was not himself today and preferred to stay away from him.

Akira also noticed the change in demeanor and wondered what was happening to Ryo. However, he couldn’t be too bothered to care. Akira had his own conundrum with y/n to be caring for other’s feelings. He too felt dejected and upset. He did keep the door open for you and him to connect. However, the way he set it up now it was up to him to make the first move. The idea of having to pursue you again, this time as friends, made his stomach hurt. He preferred to leave things as is but he couldn’t stand anymore awkward meetings at the lab. The last one, after you asked him to be friends, almost put him in his grave from embarrassment.

Suddenly Ryo is all stammers and  avoidance. Ryo runs up to Akira and asks him to take the next order. Akira is annoyed but follows through. Ryo was doing a terrible job anyway.

“How can I help you?” Akira asks not looking up.

“Just one curry, mild please.” You stated.

Instantly Akira’s head shoots up to see you. He would know that voice anywhere. A soft pink hue colors his cheeks. After the love confession everything changed for him and he couldn’t, for the life of him, control his reactions towards you.

Akira is entranced and stuck. Ryo, in the back is embarrassed and quiet. Alice notices the shift in both of the boys’ demeanor. Something clicks for her.

“Hello?” You ask noticing that Akira was frozen in place.

“Uh, yeah. Coming right up!” Akira bolts to the kitchen and personally makes your curry. He wanted you to taste perfection. He puts a lot more effort into your dish, even making sure that the presentation was amazing. He finally emerges from the kitchen with your dish. Ryo is annoyed that he didn’t get to make your dish, but whatever.

“Careful, it’s hot.” Akira warns as he hands you the plate.

You’re all smiles and happiness. Curry was one of your favorites. Akira is mesmerized, still a blushing mess.

“Thank you!” You pay and start turning before Akira calls you.

You slightly turn to face him. He stands there, no words to be found. You feel annoyed by Akira’s weird behavior. Akira is gathering his strength and courage.

“Can we… Can we talk later at the lab?” He says in a quiet voice.

If you hadn’t paid attention, you might’ve missed it. The realization of what he is asking of you set adrenaline through your body. You were giddy and excited.

“Yes. I’ll meet you there after the festival is done.” You say trying to hide your excitement.

As you walk away Ryo’s eyes are trained on Akira. What a weird interaction. He hated that he bailed as soon as he saw you walking to their kiosk. He hated that he didn’t cook your meal. He hated that he hid like a coward. Ryo just hated today.

Night falls and the kiosks are closing down for the night. It had been a long grueling day of cooking and hostessing. Akira made sure to clean and put away everything as fast as he could. Alice has been paying attention to both males all day. Especially when you stopped by.

“So, you both like y/n.” She stated out loud.

Both Ryo and Akira halt in their tracks. Their faces are bright pink and surprised. They look at Alice incredulously but before they addressed her it occurred to them to look at each other. Ryo looked at Akira, and Akira back at Ryo. They were speechless at the sight of the other. Both blushing. Both surprised. And then it hit them, they were vying for the attention of the same person.

Before Akira could say anything, Ryo was on him. Fists full of Akira’s clothes as Ryo held him up.

“Are you out of your mind? She’s mine.” Ryo growled.

Akira closed his eyes and scoffed, “You brute. You could never have her.”

Those words stung Ryo, remembering how you turned him down.

“Put me down, you’re creasing my jacket.” Akira was cool and collected.

Ryo roughly lets him go and stalks to the other side of the kiosk, “You’re wasting your time. She’s a woman made of ice.” Ryo warned Akira.

Akira bit his lower lip. Did Ryo confess his love and was turned down too? Does he know something Akira doesn’t?

“Ice melts with the right kind of heat. And I’m the man to make it happen.” Akira was confident even though he didn’t know what his next move was going to be.

Ryo growled again, louder this time. He hated Akira’s confidence. He hated that he was going against this pretty boy.

“Careful what you do. You’re just going to get your heartbroken.” Ryo warned one last time as he lowered his head and exited the kiosk.

During this whole altercation, Alice just stood there. She reprimanded herself for being so blunt and causing this conflict. She worried that tomorrow both males would still be mad and won’t do well in the kiosk.

Akira stood there contemplating Ryo’s words. He had already had his heart broken. He hoped having a  friendship with you would mend some of the hurt. He made sure to finish cleaning and putting things away before he left for the lab. He had plans and he was going to make sure to make some type of connection with you. He didn’t know what to say but he hoped that the right words would come to him.

Ryo drugged his feet as he walked towards his dormitory. He had enough of today, of Akira, of you. He tortured himself by replaying his last interaction with you. He was never one to give up but what was he to do in this situation. Would you welcome him back if he asked? Would you laugh at his weakness? He decided that he couldn’t keep moping. He devised a plan. He will make things happen even if it means it’ll cost him his pride.

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@wtfmo0ny

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Cooking With Your Heart Pt. 14: Good Enough (Akira x reader, Ryo x reader)

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Summary: The aftermath of a confession can be more painful than the confession itself.

TW: None

Word Count: 1.2k

Part 13 | Part 15

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You woke up the next morning ready to tackle the Fall festival. You slowly, groggily, got ready when it hit you. Ryo and Akira confessed their love for you. Your face was bright red, your mouth dry. Why was this happening to you? You felt like this was turning out to be a harem anime. You stood in place trying to process everything. You had individual feelings for each of the boys but it was clouded by your anger at their previous transgressions.

You can’t even begin to understand why they went from mean to love stricken. Was it all the angry banter? The cold shoulder? Were they masochists? You didn’t know and you didn’t want to know. Your plan for the day was to avoid them in person and in thought as much as possible.

While at the table eating breakfast the conversation focused on the kiosk and what everyone’s roll was going to be.

“y/n, you’re on cooking duty.” Isshiki said.

“Wha- what?” You’re brought back from reverie.

“You. Cook. Kiosk.” He spelled it out for you.

“I’m not a moron. I’ll do it.” You bite back.

Everyone at the table is taken aback at your sour response. You lower your head and apologize.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night.” You say.

“It’s okay. Just make sure to bring you’re a-game to the Fall Festival.” Isshiki states.

You nod. You make sure to be the first one to finish, put up your plate and leave. You let the gang know you’ll meet them at the kiosk. Your plan was to leave without the group in case Akira or Ryo bump into you and say something crazy like ‘I love you.’ You make sure to take the long way round to the Polar Star’s Kisok. You wanted to avoid Akira, Ryo and Alice’s kiosk at all cost.

Eventually everyone makes it to the Kiosk and you’re ready to cook. The day passes by in slow grueling hours as you cook dish after dish. Isshiki approaches you close to the afternoon and lets you take a break. You’re starving so you decide to stop by at one of the kiosks further down from yours. After you have had your fill, you wander around for a bit. You’re in awe of all the kiosks and the people. You’re so distracted you bump into someone. Not again, you think. This time you didn’t fall down. You look up to see two emerald eyes. Surprised etched in them. Akira. Dammit. You quickly turn around without apologizing.

“Please, wait.” Akira says barely audible.

You stop in place hating yourself for not just running away again. You slowly turn to him. You avert your eyes and cross your arms, closing yourself away from him.

“I’m sorry for yesterday’s interaction. I know it was sudden. But I meant what I said, and I wish you would give me an answer.” He said sincerely.

You bite your lower lip. What an awkward situation. “Listen. I didn’t come here to be in love. I came here to cook. I can’t do this with you.” You slowly look up reading his expression.

Akira feels as if he’s been shot in the heart. However, he doesn’t make it known through his facial expressions. He is stoic and cold.

“I understand.” He replies and walks away.

You know you did the right thing for you, but you can’t help but feel like trash. You didn’t want to hurt him. You just didn’t care to be someone’s love interest right now. As you mull over the interaction on your way back to your kiosk, you realize that you must do the same with Ryo. It was only fair and true.

Throughout the remainder of the day you worked hard but dreaded the end of the day. At the end of the night, you had planned to hunt down Ryo and let him down as gently as possible. You had practiced the words and made sure to stay strong.

As soon as Isshiki gave you the green light to go you ran to the curry stand. You’re surprised to see that they have already shut down for the night. This meant that you would have to go to his dormitory to talk to him. Fuck.

You make your way to his dormitory against your will. You are terrified of what might happen and how it may go down. Who hand delivers a romantic let down? You, of course. You reach your destination and knock on the door. Unluckily, Alice answers.

“What do you want?” She’s clearly tired which makes her be mean.

“Umm, is Ryo available?” You mumble.

She sighs and yells for Ryo. She quickly leaves, keeping the door open for Ryo. Ryo eventually makes it to the door. He is both surprised and giddy. You, on the other hand, are anxious and scared.

“Can you wear your bandana? It’s only fair I talk to that side of you.” You ask Ryo.

He is confused but he obliges.

“Come back for me?” As soon as he wears the bandana, he becomes cocky.

You sigh, “Ryo, I appreciate you sharing your feelings with me. But I didn’t come here to fall in love. I’m here to prove that I’m a great cook.” You say trying to maintain eye contact.

Ryo is floored and upset. Anger bubbles deep inside of him.

“That’s it? You came here to hurt me?” He yells at you. You wince.

His breathing is labored and he’s holding back tears. You simply stand there letting him take out his anger at you. Before you know it, he slammed the door in your face. You hate hurting him, but you needed to set things clear. You can’t do this with him or Akira. At least not now.

You shuffle back home. You skip dinner and go straight for a hot shower. You crawl into bed and lay there sad but proud. You stood your ground even if it meant hurting two people. A thought occurs as you drift off to sleep. What if you were just friends? Could they handle that type of relationship?

Akira is wide awake and angry. He is mad at himself for being vulnerable and speaking his feelings. He paces back and forth in his room trying to find relief. He should’ve stayed cold and distant. He doesn’t deserve this type of hurt. Yes, he was mean and spiteful but to be turned down like this was beyond what he did. He was sure you turned him down out of revenge. Out of malice. He sits on his bed and buries his face in his hands. What was he saying. You wouldn’t do this to be mean. You just didn’t reciprocate his feelings. He wasn’t good enough for you and that hurt.

Ryo back in his dormitory demanded to have a food war with Alice. He had so much anger and sadness in him that he needed to let it out. He needed a win tonight. He made sure to best Alice again to make himself feel better. Alice notices that he is much more aggressive than other times. She wonders if she should pry but the fire in his eyes tells her otherwise. After gloating and basking in his win he retreats to his room where it is quiet and dark. He is alone and bereft. This hollow win did nothing to calm the storm in his heart and mind. He drags himself to bed and lays there looking up at the ceiling. His vision gets blurry but he wipes the disgusting tears away. He will not be broken by a girl. What did he have to do to be good enough for you, he wondered.  

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[thequietkid-moonie]

Maybe in another life we could have been together

𝆹𝅥 Romantic one-shot

𝆹𝅥 Akira Fudo (DEVILMAN CRYBABY)

𝆹𝅥 This may contain spoilers

If you look up at the stars is dificult to don't get lost on them, the space is infinite and with that infinity it comes an infinite number of posibilities too, humans barely know about the space, about other planets and even other dimensions, people have tried to satiate their curiosity by studying the stars, others by thinking on the endless posibilities, exposing their ideas in stories

When you think about the endless posibilities you can help but feel attracted by the idea too, maybe there are, indeed, other worlds with others versions of yourself, the others you could be living endless adventures or even living boring lifes, and with that tought in mind you look back at him, calling his name and with a smile you just speak your mind out

"Akira, do you think we are together in every universe?"

That was something that have caught him off guard, he took a moment to not only process your words but also to try to surpress the butterflies that started to flutter in his stomach, laughing while punching your arm gently, in a friendly manner, calling you out for getting so sappy all of the sudden, seriously what have gotten into you?

"but... yeah, i hope so"

Your relasionship was incredibly meaningful for him, he just couldn't imagine not having you around, even if he has problems expressing himself because getting this cheesy make him feel embarrased and yet he won't deny how happy you make him, so he really hopes that if there is other versions of you two they are together too

If the stars were able to answer you then the stars would tell you all kind of interesting stories, how somewhere on this universe there are this teenagers in love having the time of their lifes, running around after school, everyone who happen to witness could see the pure love they have for each other, if you look in other side you can see two camarades, fighting along side with each other, pirates, knights, even thiefs, there were countless of posibilities and each one of them were already happening

The stars would tell you about your forbidden love, there is a world where you two weren't mean to be together, were everyone was against it and yet the lovers didn't let anyone stop each other, forbidden or not you two would be together, even if that mean having to run away

If you search further you will find another interesting and unexpected stories, sowhere in this universe there is a little kitten, resting peacefuly just for his little friend to jump onto him to playfight

The stars could tell you countless stories about you two, about how, indeed, in each universe you two were destinated to meet and to love each other, to be important for the other, however the endless posibilities and destiny aren't always kind, if there is happiness somewhere has to be sadness, and you had to be in the other side of the coin

You were one of those versions of yourself were, like every other, you two have met, but lucky wasn't at your side and your story wouldn't have a happy ending. No matter how important you have been to each other, how much you meant to each other the version of the story you were living in wouldn't be one where you two would end together

After losing everyone else Akira have decided to confront Ryo, he have being the one making him the Devilman and with that same strenght he was going to end with him, but he didn't wanted to do this to you

He didn't understood and he didn't wanted to do it, he was pleding you to think again, haven't you seen what Ryo provoked? He promise he will find a way to fix it, he will fight for all those who he have lost, he would fight for you! He will make sure to end with Satan so you two can go back to your normal lifes, but you won't heard him, from the start you have chosen your side of this fight and that side was with Satan, no matter what was your reasons you decided to take down the humans

Of course you loved him, you two have being together for the longest time, but this was greater than any of you, this battle goes back to times he would not even know and he will not understand, no matter how much he cries, no matter how much it pains you seeing him cry and plead, how much it hurts hearing him still telling you that he loves you this is a war and war is never kind to neither of the sides, there is no way to stop this and the only thing left is to fight, to fight the person you love the most until ending with the life of the other with your own hands

A/N: im completely and utterly in love with the idea of other versions of you in another universe <333 and im finally indulging myself a little