Summary: You were best friends and were sleeping in the same bed. As you slept, you unconsciously turned and hugged them, placing their face between your breasts.
characters: Aguni, Ann, Arisu, Banda, Chishiya, Karube, Kuina, Kuzuryu, Kyuma, Mira, Niragi, Takeru Danma, Usagi
Warnings: Best friends, fem!reader, nsfw but nothing too explicit
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Aguni:
Aguni opened his eyes slowly, feeling something pressed against his face, and soon realized that it was your breasts and that your arms were holding his face between them.
"Seriously, look at the things you put me through," he thought, chuckling softly. He knew he should leave, but he decided he could use your comfort a little longer. "You know what? Fuck it, I'm fine here." He buried his head deeper into your breasts and smirked
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Ann:
Ann woke slowly, her body freezing when she realized where she was lying. Her face was trapped between your breasts, breath hitting against your skin. She stood still, unsure of what to do. She wondered if she should pull away and how she'd gotten into this position, but it was too comfortable for her to pull away.
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Arisu:
Arisu woke suddenly with the feeling of suffocation, but when he realized his face was between your breasts, he froze. His eyes widened; he couldn't believe what had happened.
He couldn't believe what was happening. His heart raced, and first came a feeling of embarrassment, but it was followed by a sense of comfort, making him close his eyes. He knew he should leave, but he didn't want to. He was loving this too much. Arisu then just rested his forehead against your breasts and stayed there.
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Banda:
Banda woke up in a bad mood, but something made him stop right away. His face was crushed against your breasts. This must be some kind of joke, he thought, and he couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face. Banda didn't hesitate, leaning his face even closer to you, breathing deeply.
"And then you say you don't provoke me." He murmured even though you weren't awake to hear. His hand went to your waist and squeezed. Banda wouldn't leave, not for fuck's sake.
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Chishiya:
Chishiya woke slowly, confused by the soft, warm sensation of the place where he was lying. It was then that he realized his face was between your breasts, almost trapped by your unconscious embrace. He looked away and blushed a little, unable to believe this was happening.
Chishiya knew he should pull away, but it seemed like lying his head on your chest made everything okay. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again, burying his face a little deeper against you.
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Karube:
Karube woke up, feeling a bit sleepy, and noticed something different. His breathing was more muffled, and the place where his head rested felt softer than the pillow. When he opened his eyes, he realized his face was between your breasts.
"Shit," he muttered, his eyes widening and he slowly pulled away, but suddenly stopped. It was too comfortable to lie there. He then began to debate in his head. Well, he wasn't the one who laid his head there, was he? You were the one who fell asleep next to him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again, giving in to the comfort. Karube laid her head on his chest again and smiled a little.
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Kuina:
Kuina groaned when she woke up. She always hated the feeling of waking up from a good dream, but the first thing she noticed was that her head was lying on a warm, soft spot. When she opened her eyes, she realized her face was between your breasts, and your arms were holding her there. Maybe the dream wasn't over yet.
A big smile appeared on her lips, and instead of pulling away, she hugged you back with all her strength, burying her head even deeper in your breasts, nuzzling against them.
"If this is a dream, I never want to wake up." She murmured softly, wrapping one of her legs around yours, and closing her eyes again, enjoying the comfort your body gave her.
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Kuzuryu:
Kuzuryu woke up feeling breathless, probably because his nose was pressed against a pillow or something. Well, that was just what he thought, because when he opened his eyes, he realized his nose was indeed pressed against something, but instead of the pillow, it was your breasts.
His mind told him to move away, but his body wouldn't listen. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He just stood there, not moving. He knew if you woke up and saw him like this, you'd never let him hear the end of it, but he promised himself he'd only stay there for a few more minutes.
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Kyuma:
Kyuma opened his eyes slowly, feeling strange about where he was lying. It took him a moment to realize that his body was pressed against yours, his face between your breasts. He froze in place, unable to believe what was happening. Kyuma felt embarrassed and could have sworn he was blushing a little. He tried to think of what he should do.
If he pulled away, you'd probably wake up instantly, but if he stayed, you'd realize what had happened when you did. His eyes scanned your face. You looked so calm and peaceful, each breath making your chest rise and fall. Kyuma smiled and sighed in defeat, leaning his forehead against your chest. When you woke up, he might even beg you to forgive him, but he felt unable to move now.
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Mira:
Mira woke slowly, feeling strangely at the warm, soft spot she was lying on. When she opened her eyes and realized it was your breasts, she smiled, hardly able to believe her luck. One of her hands went to the arm that was hugging her and gently caressed it. Mira didn't want to pull away; it was the best pillow she'd ever had, so she decided to just pretend she was still asleep and hadn't noticed it.
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Niragi:
Niragi woke up suddenly, feeling as if someone were suffocating him, but when he opened his eyes, he found his face buried only in your breasts. He blinked several times before laughing. This was too good to be an accident, his mind told him. His heart raced, and he bit his lip, watching you sleep.
How could he possibly move away from there? It was impossible. You're too comfortable. Niragi shifted, getting into a more comfortable position, closer to you, and closed his eyes. He decided he'd stay there quietly, just enjoying himself.
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Takeuru:
Takeru woke up with a bad hangover, a reminder of last night. Just as he was about to open his mouth to mumble something, he realized his face was between your breasts, trapped by your unconscious embrace.
"You're crazy to sleep with me like that." He said mockingly, and instead of leaving, he nuzzled his face against your breasts without a hint of shame. Takeru would never miss this opportunity. He smirked, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, inhaling your scent.
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Usagi:
Usagi blinked in confusion until she realized her face was buried in your chest. A blush rose to her cheeks, but she didn't move.
"Oh, God..." she murmured, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Her eyes opened again, and she looked at you, who was still sleeping calmly. Her lips turned into a shy smile, and she nuzzled her face into your breasts, whispering, "I like it..."
AIB x Reader where reader is extremely clingy, cuddly, and touchy with them. Like whenever reader is with them, reader needs to be hugging them, holding their hand, cuddling them, or leaning on them 24/7
AIB Characters react to Reader being clingy
A/N: I'm sorry for taking so long. I've just gotten a puppy, so I haven't had much time the past few days. I still hope you like it!
content/warnings: Ann, Kuina, Mira, Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, Chishiya, canon typical blood and violence, 3.451 words
Ann
Ann had always been composed. Private. Untouchable, almost. She didn't flinch in life-or-death situations, never raised her voice, and rarely smiled in front of others. She'd spent most of her life learning to be still—calm in chaos. Which made you, by all accounts, the opposite of everything she was used to.
You clung to her like static. A walking, talking, warm-blooded koala with a heart too big for your own body. The first time you held her hand in front of everyone at the Beach, she nearly pulled away on instinct—not out of discomfort, but surprise. You had beamed at her like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"You don't like holding hands?" You'd asked, tilting your head.
She stared at your interlocked fingers. "It's not that I don't like it."
You leaned your head on her shoulder, unapologetically content. "Then I'll just keep doing it."
And you did.
Whenever you walked together, your hand always found hers. When you sat down to eat, your leg pressed to her thigh like magnetism. When she was patching a wound or cleaning her gear, you were either leaning on her, cuddling her arm, or slumping against her back. Like it was a reflex. Like your body simply needed to be touching hers to function.
At first, it was… distracting.
Ann was used to solitude. Quiet corners. The absence of warmth. You, however, treated physical affection like oxygen.
She tried to resist, once.
You had dozed off against her after a long patrol, your arm slung across her stomach and your nose buried in her neck. Ann lay there stiffly, staring at the ceiling of the dark dorm room like it might offer answers. She debated gently moving you off her, but you made a small content noise in your sleep and cuddled closer.
She didn't move after that.
Eventually, your clinginess stopped being strange. It just became… you.
Like when you plopped down beside her during a strategy meeting, immediately draping yourself across her lap with zero shame. Arisu gave a short, surprised laugh. Chishiya didn't even look up.
Ann didn't say a word. She just reached out and began running her fingers through your hair while she listened to the game plan.
After that, no one questioned it.
There were still moments when it caught her off guard. Like when you wrapped your arms around her waist while she was sharpening a knife, or when you hugged her from behind in the hallway and buried your face between her shoulder blades.
"You could have startled me," she murmured once.
"You knew it was me," you mumbled into her back.
She couldn't argue with that.
One night, after a long and grueling Hearts game, Ann returned bloodied and bruised. You were waiting in her room, pacing like a nervous animal. The moment you saw her, you practically tackled her with a hug.
"You're okay," you whispered, voice thick.
She winced slightly but didn't push you away. You were trembling.
"I thought—what if you didn't come back? I didn't even get to say goodbye properly—"
Ann's arms wrapped around you, firm and grounding. "I'm here."
You pulled back just enough to cup her face. "You're not allowed to leave me. Ever. Got it?"
There was something teary and fierce in your expression—your love wrapped in desperation.
Ann didn't flinch from it. She reached up, rested her hand over yours, and nodded once.
"I'm not going anywhere."
You curled into her chest and held her like the world was ending. She let you. And when she finally lay down beside you, she didn't resist when you latched onto her like a starfish.
She just closed her eyes… and pulled you closer.
Kuina
Living in the Borderlands meant accepting a certain level of unpredictability: deadly games, crumbling buildings, and people who could snap at any moment.
And then there was you.
You, with your relentless affection, soft eyes, and the absolute refusal to go more than five minutes without touching Kuina in some way.
She first noticed it when you started draping yourself across her lap during downtime at the Beach, completely unfazed by the stares from other residents. You'd hum little songs under your breath while tracing lazy shapes on her arm. Or you'd press your cheek to her shoulder like it was the comfiest pillow on earth—even if she was actively cleaning a blade.
"Do you ever sit on your own chair?" she asked one afternoon, cocking an eyebrow as you once again settled yourself half on top of her.
You blinked at her. "But your lap is right there."
Kuina smirked. "Fair point."
It wasn't just about sitting. You were tactile in every situation.
If you were walking, you were holding her hand—or her sleeve—or looping your arm through hers like it was second nature. If she was eating, you were leaning against her side, sometimes stealing bites from her plate with the most innocent expression imaginable. If she was gearing up for a game, you were fixing her collar, brushing her hair behind her ear, giving her a forehead kiss like you were sending a soldier off to war.
It should have been overwhelming. Too much. Clingy, even.
But it was you.
And with you, nothing ever felt like too much.
After one particularly brutal Diamonds game, Kuina limped back into the compound, blood crusted on her knuckles, muscles aching. She expected to collapse in bed, maybe shower if she could keep her eyes open long enough.
Instead, she found you waiting at her door.
You didn't say anything. You just opened your arms and let her fall into them.
You hugged her so tightly she could feel the beat of your heart against hers—like it was trying to sync with her own.
"You're late," you whispered into her hair.
"Game ran long," she mumbled, burying her face into your neck.
You pulled her into the room and onto the mattress in one smooth motion, wrapping yourself around her like a blanket.
She blinked at you in the dark. "You're going to suffocate me."
"I will die before I let you sleep alone tonight."
Kuina laughed—soft and real—and tangled her legs with yours.
"You're ridiculous."
"You love it."
And damn it, she did.
But it wasn't until one night, another post-game, when she was trembling from adrenaline and anger and the ghosts that always came back when it was too quiet, that she truly realized what your affection meant.
You didn't ask what had happened. You didn't demand she talk.
You just held her.
Arms around her back. Legs tangled. Fingers stroking through her hair.
And Kuina, who had built her life on strength and steel and silence, let herself be held.
"You're not subtle," she whispered into your collarbone, voice hoarse.
"I'm not trying to be," you murmured, kissing her temple. "I'm just trying to love you."
She didn't say anything.
But she didn't let go either.
Mira
If Mira was ice—elegant, composed, untouchable—then you were her fire. Not explosive, but warm. A slow, constant burn. You clung to her like you were solar-powered and she was your only source of light.
And she noticed.
The first time it happened, Mira had been seated in one of the plush velvet chairs in the Beach lounge, wine glass in hand, idly flipping through a deck of playing cards. You strolled in, casual as ever, and draped yourself over the arm of her chair like you belonged there.
Correction: you draped yourself half on the arm and half on her.
"Mmm. You're comfy," you sighed, tucking your face into the crook of her neck.
Mira blinked, amused. "Is that so?"
"Very. You smell like rose and danger."
She let out a soft, velvety laugh. "What an intoxicating combination."
From that moment on, you became a constant fixture by her side. Or on her lap. Or sprawled across her bed like a cat waiting to be pet. You always had to be touching her somehow—fingers brushing her wrist, head on her shoulder, hand intertwined with hers like the connection physically soothed something in you.
Others noticed, of course. Whispered about it.
"She's so clingy," a jealous player sneered one day when you leaned into Mira during breakfast, your legs draped across her lap like you owned her.
"She's affectionate," Mira corrected with a cool smile, her hand sliding into your hair. "And she's mine. That's all that matters."
You flushed. "...I mean, she's not wrong."
Sometimes, Mira tested you—pushed to see how far your need for closeness went.
She'd walk a few paces ahead of you, ignoring your outstretched hand just to see if you'd pout (you did). Or she'd sit just slightly out of reach on a couch, watching you squirm until you inevitably crawled over and curled into her side like you were magnetized.
"You're hopeless," she teased once, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"I get separation anxiety," you replied, arms firmly wrapped around her waist. "You're my emotional support queen."
There were quiet moments too—ones she never let anyone else see.
Late nights when you were half-asleep on her chest, murmuring nonsense. Days where she'd read aloud from a book while you rested in her lap, fingers ghosting through your hair. And after every game, no matter how bloody or brutal, she always let you cling to her like a lifeline.
"You don't have to touch me constantly, you know," she whispered once, voice oddly gentle.
"I know," you replied without opening your eyes. "But I want to."
Mira stared at you for a long moment, then pulled you closer.
"You're addicted to me," she said lightly, a smirk playing on her lips.
"And you love it," you shot back, grinning.
She kissed the top of your head like a silent admission.
Because she did.
Aguni
Aguni didn't know what to do with someone like you.
You were the kind of person who walked into a room and immediately gravitated toward him, like his presence had gravity. You clung to him like he was your anchor—which, ironically, was what he thought of you.
The first time it happened, you caught him off guard. He'd just come back from a brutal game—bruised, bloodied, adrenaline still racing through his system—when you ran straight into him, wrapping your arms tight around his waist.
"You're okay," you whispered against his chest, voice shaking slightly.
He stood stiff as stone, unsure what to do with the sudden affection. You didn't even flinch at the blood on his shirt.
"…You always hug like this?" he muttered.
"Only when I'm worried," you said. "So… yeah. Pretty much all the time."
He grunted, but he didn't pull away.
From that day on, it was a pattern. You touched him constantly—an arm looped around his when you walked beside him, a hand on his back when he was brooding, curling up beside him on a couch like it was your designated spot. You weren't subtle. You didn't try to be.
Aguni, for the most part, tolerated it in silence. He wasn't exactly a words of affirmation kind of guy. But the way he subtly leaned into your touch, the way his hand always hovered just slightly before resting on your back? That was his version of returning it.
Once, Hatter made a joke about your attachment.
"Can't even go five minutes without clinging to him, huh?" he smirked.
Aguni shot him a glare so sharp it could've cut steel. "And?"
You beamed, clutching Aguni's arm tighter. "It's true. He's warm. And he's mine."
Late at night was when the vulnerability crept in—when his guard dropped enough to let you in deeper.
You'd lie across his chest, listening to his heartbeat, your fingers tracing the old scars on his arms. He rarely said anything. Just held you, big hand splayed across your back like he was afraid to let go.
One night, after a nightmare woke him, you curled around him without hesitation, draping yourself over his tense body like a blanket of safety.
"You always do this," he mumbled, voice gravelly.
"Do what?"
"Hold me. Even when I don't ask."
You looked up at him, your hand gently resting over his heart. "You don't have to ask. You never do."
He didn't respond. But he turned, pulling you fully into his arms like you were the only thing tethering him to the world.
"Thank you," he said quietly, rough and barely audible.
You smiled against his chest. "For what?"
"For always coming back."
Aguni didn't know how to be soft. But with you—your constant presence, your quiet affection, your need to always be touching him like it kept you both grounded—he didn't have to know how.
He just had to let it happen.
And he did.
Every single time.
Niragi
Everyone thought you were a little unhinged for being so attached to Niragi.
He was loud, volatile, armed, and not exactly known for being emotionally available. He flirted like it was a weapon, pushed people too far for fun, and had a temper shorter than a fuse soaked in gasoline.
And yet—there you were, latched onto him like he was your emotional support war criminal.
You hugged him constantly. Slung yourself across his lap in the common room like you owned the space. Played with his hair while he cleaned his rifle. Held his hand when he was in a mood, like that could keep the violence in check.
The first time you back-hugged him in public, everyone tensed like someone was about to die.
Instead of shoving you off, Niragi just muttered, "You're clingy as hell," but his hand casually found yours and stayed there.
No one knew what to do with that.
He never told you to stop.
"Do you ever not touch people?" he grumbled once as you climbed into his lap after dinner.
"Only when I'm dead," you replied sweetly, settling your head under his chin.
"Great," he huffed. "Guess I've got a parasite now."
But he didn't move you. His hand ended up resting on your thigh, tracing lazy shapes into your skin like it was second nature.
You brought him snacks before patrols. Pulled him down onto couches so he'd nap. Snuck into his bed when he stayed out too late after a game, curling up like a cat in his arms.
"You're gonna make people think I'm soft," he muttered once while brushing your hair out of your eyes.
"You are soft," you teased.
He gave you a sharp grin. "Only for you."
What no one saw was how he started seeking it out, too.
He got twitchy when you weren't around. Wouldn't admit it, but his mood tanked. And if anyone else tried to be touchy with you? He was suddenly at your side, draping an arm around your shoulders like a warning label: Mine.
"Didn't peg you as the jealous type," you'd whisper, amused.
"I'm not," he'd snap—before pressing a kiss just behind your ear, possessive and rough. "I just don't share."
One night, after a brutal Hearts game, you found him in your room instead of his. Shirt off, bruised and bloody, sitting on your bed like he belonged there.
"I didn't know where else to go," he said gruffly, not looking at you.
You didn't say a word. Just walked over, dropped to your knees in front of him, and wrapped your arms around his waist like you were the only thing holding him together.
He leaned into it.
Hard.
"You're still clingy as hell," he whispered into your hair.
"And you still love it," you replied.
He didn't argue.
Last Boss
No one touched Last Boss.
They didn't joke with him. Didn't pat him on the back. Didn't nudge him or loop their arm through his. He moved through the Beach like a ghost in boots, silent and sharp, sword always strapped to his back.
And then there was you.
The polar opposite.
You draped yourself over him like it was a habit — always hugging his arm, pressing your cheek against his shoulder, leaning into his side like he was made for it. If he sat, you sat closer. If he stood, you'd hold onto his jacket until he noticed you.
You were soft smiles and sleepy cuddles. A quiet hum when you were near him, like being close made you content in a way no one else could understand.
At first, people watched you with baited breath, sure you'd get sliced in half.
Instead, he let you stay.
One afternoon, you wandered into the quiet hallway where he was sitting alone, sharpening his blade.
Without a word, you plopped down next to him and curled your arms around his torso, resting your head against his chest. His hand paused mid-motion.
"…You're clingy," he said softly, not even turning.
"Mhm," you mumbled, eyes fluttering closed. "I missed you."
"We saw each other an hour ago."
"I still missed you."
There was silence. And then, slowly, he shifted — just enough so your head rested more comfortably against him, and his arm came to rest loosely around your back. His fingers brushed your side, hesitant, like you were something fragile.
At night, you curled up in his bed like a cat, pulling the blanket over both of you with zero shame.
"Don't you get tired of needing to touch me all the time?" he asked once, voice barely above a whisper.
"Nope," you replied, already halfway to sleep. "You're my favorite."
He stared at the ceiling for a long time after that. Then, gently, carefully, he tucked your hair behind your ear and let his hand rest there for a moment longer than necessary.
He never initiated — not in public. But when no one was around?
His hand would find your lower back. His thumb would trace circles against your arm. He would hold you so tightly some nights it was like he was afraid you'd vanish.
You never said anything. Just held him tighter.
You gave affection like oxygen. Constant, necessary, unyielding.
And Last Boss — blade-wielding ghost of a man — let himself breathe only when he had you in his arms.
Chishiya
Chishiya didn't do affection.
He didn’t need it. Didn't crave it. And definitely didn't expect it. People were liabilities, emotional messes he preferred to keep at arm's length — or further, if possible.
And then there was you.
You were like static electricity — always close, always buzzing. The kind of person who couldn't just sit next to someone. No, you had to lean against them. Hold their hand. Hook your pinky through theirs. Climb into their lap when you were bored and drape yourself across them like a blanket.
You were, by all definitions, clingy.
And for reasons unknown to everyone — including Chishiya himself — he let you be.
"I think you might be a cat," you told him once, lying across his chest as he read a weathered book by flashlight. “You always look so calm. Detached. But you get all twitchy when someone you don't like gets too close.”
"I'm not a cat," he replied, not looking up. "You're the clingy one. You're like… a human scarf."
You grinned and nuzzled under his chin. "Then wear me."
He sighed, but his hand found the small of your back anyway.
During games, you stuck to his side like a shadow. Arm brushing his, pinky loosely linked with his until he gently tugged your hand fully into his.
"You're distracting," he muttered under his breath during a particularly tense Diamond game.
"You still haven't let go," you whispered back, lips brushing his ear.
He didn't respond. But he squeezed your hand tighter.
Back at the hideout, you always found your way to him. If he sat on the couch, you'd stretch across it with your head in his lap. If he sat in a chair, you'd squeeze in sideways and curl up like it was built for two. If he went to bed first, you'd follow five minutes later, crawling under the covers to tuck yourself into his side.
And no matter how many times he rolled his eyes or exhaled like he was so put upon, he never moved away.
One night, you whispered against his collarbone, "Am I too much?"
He didn't answer at first. Just let the silence linger like it always did.
Then he murmured, "You're exactly enough. For me."
You smiled into his skin.
And though he didn't say another word, his hand slipped into your hair and stayed there long after you'd fallen asleep.
Requested? : Nope
Type? : Headcannon-ish & Fluff
Word Count? : around 2.1k
Includes: Chishiya, Kuina, Karube, Arisu, Ann, Chota, & Usagi!
A/N: black & gender neutral reader strikes once again
Chishiya
Doesn't go on rides out of his own free will so you force him to get on with you.
Will not scream, he's not that scared but will cling to you during all drops and going upside down.
Once the coaster comes to a stop he locks in like nothing happened. Yet his heart is pounding against his chest like crazy and sweat is clinging to the back of his neck.
If the roller coaster had a feature where it takes a picture mid drop he'll usher you away from the stand 'cause he knows he looks ridiculous, and does not want you to see that.
His hair is everywhere from the wind whipping it around, he's clinging to you for dear life, and to top it off he's wearing a pained expression on his face with his eyes shut.
After that rides are off limits, for him at least. If you wanna go on a ride he'll follow behind and watch you from the side lines sucking in small but sharp breaths after every spin your section goes through.
And when you walk towards the exit with a bright yet frazzled expression he looks at you sideways. You just got off a free-fly ride and you're smiling saying you wanna go again... 💔
Has no favorite ride but enjoys scamming the people who run those carnival games out of prizes for you.
Kuina
I can definitely see her being a roller coaster fiend. Either she's been on every single coaster at least 3 times (even the ones for kids) or willing to try. She'll see thee biggest coaster you've been met with and goes,
"WE should go on this one! It's even a two seater so we can be together!" with a small smile on her face.
You WILL go on at least 1 ride with her, there's no escaping it. She'll lure you one way or another. The most common way (and yes this is a common occurrence) is by going on the carousel or any tame ride really, taking sweet pictures of you two, and even buying you cotton candy to share! Then suddenly you're standing in line for a ride called "Wrath of The Booty Tickler (New, Remastered)" in all bright red capital letters.
How is it remastered and new at the same time..? They just be naming attractions anything these days...🥀✌🏾
Then has the gull to pull some shii like "C'mon you only live once!!" when you're already buckled in the ride.
Just kidding...kinda, but you'll definitely be mad at her after. During this, she's buying you everything from a simple bracelet that you eyed at the souvenir shop to buying you more flash passes for your favorite rides.
Will make it up to you by the end of the day, thankfully. Not really wanting to deal with your fury on the way home.
"Bae please don't be mad at me, 'm sorry...We can go on the carousel again, yeah?"
Her favorite ride would be something like the Sky Striker.
Karube
Will insist that he's sooo nonchalant during roller coasters. Randomly dropped the 'fact' that he doesn't scream, flinch, or does anything really during the rides.
Yet as you settle down into your seat and fasten your seat belt Karube turns to you. "Hey I don't think my belt is tight enough..." you look down and the seat belt is SQUEEZING THE FAWK out of his waist.
"Karube...if you don't un-tighten that damn seat belt. Now if we hit a corner and you go flying out this cart, I'ma...I'ma laugh actually."
His face goes pale and starts to sweat as he fixes it as quickly as he can before staff can come around and help.
"Ha, yeah just can never be too safe y'know." He says trailing off.
Que the ride starting up and he flinches. Almost seemingly instinctively grabs the bar in front of him as the cart jerks forward.
You note mentally that if he screams during any part of this ride you will be holding this over his head for as long as he walks this earth.
As the tension builds going up the tracks Karube breath starts to hitch. Turning to you he confesses.
"I-I kinda lied about not being...oh shit..." He murmurs, registering how high you really are.
He's just about screaming bloody murder as the coaster comes down from it's peak full speed. Hitting all of it's sharp turns, screams and shouts of excitement engulf your ears. Karube who was still right next to you hadn't stopped screaming since the ride dropped. Only thing that had changed was the pitch of each scream that had ripped out his throat.
As the ride skidded to a stop you turned to Karube, breath ragged as he looks near if not shell shocked.
"So...was it good for you." you smirk.
"Oh my god, don't."
As scary as he is I feel like his favorite ride would be Superman.
Arisu
Arisu is normal when it comes to most coasters. Likes them to an extent, if he sees some shii like the Joker doing front flips, backflips, 'n a double back handspring, he's out.
He likes the rollers coasters with carts, they have seatbelts, a solid ground, and those waist guards or whatever they're called. Those three things are the absolute minimum for him. He does not wanna risk being flung out mid ride. Extra points if they have railing on the sides.
Anything where your feet are dangling off with no support, he'll be cringing the whole time. Flight X is a great example, not only are your feet freely dangling but throughout the ride you'll be going close to the ground and through buildings. While you know you're obviously not gonna hit anything, the feeling of being so close to the object makes you cringe and curl up.
In a way it's like flinching when somebody fake punches you. 😭
If YOU go on any of these rides, his ass is praying to whoever is up in the sky. Desperately wants to look away 'cause he's cringing so bad but can't. Feel like if he looks away something will happen. The paranoia is real.
He's so tense, shoulders raised, one hand is making a fist as the other is between his teeth, grimace reaching every part of his face, and even curling his toes in his shoes. 💔
As the ride comes to a complete stop and you step off, he silently wishes he wasn't in public right now so he crumple to the floor in relief.
As for his favorite ride, it'll be 'The Viper'.
Ann
My nonchalant queen locks in every coaster. The most of a reaction you'll get out of her is a furrowed brow and maybe a deep breath before a drop.
She's the most rational when it comes to getting on rides.
"There's really no reason to be scared. Only reason you are is because of the unrealistic 'what ifs' you conjure up in your head."
She knows there's a tiny possibility things could go wrong so she conducts her own little inspections during the wait. She doesn't want to scare you out of having fun but will let you know if somethings catching her eye.
"We might not want to sit in the front, the buckles don't fully close up there."
"I sure was about to go in the front too... Thanks."
"Of course..."
Nodding slightly she pushes up her shades and grabs your hand, leading you to the back-ish section of the ride. Even doing the honors of buckling you in before herself.
Completely understands if you were scared, she'll let you hold her hand on the rides as tight as you want. If you feel the need to go as far as needing to leave the line or just get out altogether, she'll be right with you.
She'll distract you from what you were worrying about so fast you'll forget all about the ride. Every once and awhile in the middle of your conversations she'll slip in some advice to sooth your nerves.
She'll hit you with a calm lil,
"Being scared about getting on rollercoasters are fairly common. So there's no need to feel embarrassed if you can't do it, I really don't mind..."
or
"I would never force you to do something your afraid of. I enjoy myself doing anything with you, truly."
Her favorite ride is actually the carousel !
Tatta
Now enough about roller coasters 'n whatnot let's get to the waterpark hehe.
Literally hates roller coasters but will dive head first with perfect form into a pool.
Dead ahh thinks he's an Olympic swimmer when he slaps on some goggles, and a swim cap. He looks cute in it though, so he gets a pass.
Will beg you to go down at least one attraction with him. Specifically, the tornado. If you're only gonna do one thing with him you're "going big or going home" he says.
After he'll try to go on every attraction possible and every time asks you to watch him.
istg you'll be at that damn surfing simulator watching him ride waves shakily for at least an hour before he drags you to something else.
But surprisingly, people get tired easily when they're walking around and swimming back to back! Who would've thought! This time you're doing the dragging and you drag him onto a floaty in the lazy river. For the rest of your time there you float to and fro from each other until the sun starts to set.
Tropical drink in hand of course.
His favorite attraction would either be 'Surf Rider' or 'Paradise Plunge & Riptide'
Chota
I feel he doesn't really like roller coasters or the waterpark but leans towards walking around (ironically enough), trying food, and seeing entertainment.
Now I personally haven't went to any entertainment places so I don't know what they do in there so I'm purely guessing.
Just getting this out the way, the first thing that's entering his system is a beer... Other than that he'll start with something small and savory like nachos or some fries. He'll mostly eat on snacks throughout your time there but once it gets towards the evening he'll look for a sit down restaurant.
It literally doesn't matter what he has he'll always offer you a piece or a sip. Wants to hear your opinion when trying stuff but also just wants to share with you.
It's technically a ride so I'ma say he likes going on the Sky Trek Tower.
Usagi
Doesn't go on any rides. I'm sorry but my girl does not play 'bout them rides. She'll mistake those screams of excitement and joy as screams of the dammed.
She doesn't voice her discomfort but her face will say everything you need to know.
Yall are walking past the entrance of a collection of kids rides and she stops. You, not feeling her presence next to you anymore turns around, and sees the MEANEST MUG on her face glaring actual daggers at the parents AND kids on the ride.
"Oh my goodness Usagi we...we gotta go."
You say trying to stifle your laughter as you hook arms with her. Even while walking away she's looking back and still glaring.
You can't even guilt trip her into getting on any ride with you. SHE WON'T EVEN GO ON THE KID RIDES.
Don't even think about that damn pool either, not a pinkie toe will get wet I promise you. She'll have the courtesy to at least watch you swim around in the pool. From a distance with drink in hand of course.
But if you get on any type of attraction she'll cover her eyes or straight up turn away. Her stomach will be doing backflips just thinking about you going on any ride.
Mind you, these are rides everybody are going on the average ones like the tubes at the waterpark or 'The Whizzer', but if you suggest something like Goliath she will look at you so crazy you'll think you've grown an extra head.
She caught a glimpse of it earlier and almost fainted. Only reason she would ask about it was so she could stay far away from it. She'll look at it on the map of the park while looking for directions and think, 'Why would people willingly get on that death trap of a ride...'
WHAT FLAVOUR OF INSUFFERABLE COUPLE R U & UR AIB HONEY …!
NOTE … I had the thought that I’d be one of those hella annoying people doing the absolute most with my partner if I could even keep one for more than two weeks 💀/hj
WARNINGS … gross lovey dovey people, niragi being gross
EXTRA … gn!reader
shuntaro chishiya • the “since when were they even dating?” couple
No one knew the two of you were dating
Except maybe Kuina, who’s kind of always around
It’s not like it was a secret, per se, he’s just not big on PDA
He only shows affection in private, away from prying eyes, and even then, he’s not hugely touchy-feely
The group only really found out when you gave him a kiss on the cheek while handing him a packet of biscuits
Or when the two of you were strolling around in private hand-in-hand and ran into some friends
All-in-all, you’re the couple everyone forgets is together, and probably gossips in private
“You guys hungry?” You rummaged through the cupboards, calling back towards your friends. “We’ve got a ton of snacks! Biscuits, peanut chips, I think I might’ve had some candy somewhere… oh, and dried squid!”
A few of your friends replied, though it was hard to hear over the television, and you opted to just grab a bunch and hand them out; it’d be easier that way.
“Here, Hikari… Kohei… Yuzuha… Shuntaro…” you pressed a kiss to your boyfriend’s cheek as you handed him the packet. “…and who wants the chips?”
A silence hung in the air, even the television seeming to grow quiet.
“…did you just—?!” Tatta’s eyes practically grew tenfold their original size, darting around to observe everyone else’s shocked faces. “I saw that right, right?”
Your friends confirmed quietly, nodding and mumbling with shock.
“You guys seriously didn’t know? (#) and Chishiya have been dating for…” Kuina paused, counting on her fingers. “…a bit over two months!”
“What?!”
hikari kuina • the “i’m jealous of them but i physically can’t hate them” couple
The cuties ever
Literally the perfect match
There are so many cute selfies of the two of you on her Instagram (where Niragi was blocked for being a hater as always <3)
Photos of the two of you on her impromptu dates, where she would bring you on any date she dreamed up
Photos of you eating, of you feeding her, of her kissing your cheek, vice versa
Even if you fight, it resolves itself quickly; she always tries to see things from your eyes
Overall 10/10 perfect couple better than everyone (real)
A pair of warm hands covered your eyes from behind you while you scrolled on your phone, startling you in slight. “Guess who?”
“Hm…” you pretended to think, after overcoming your initial shock, running your thumb along the side of your phone. “I don’t know… but it sounds like the cutest girl in the world! Am I close?”
She pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, dropping a large basket on the table when she sat down next to you, giggling. “Right on the money! And she’s come with an offer! Say, what do you think about a date with the cutest girl in the world?”
“Wow, what an honour!” You laughed, pinching her cheek. “What are we doing today, my love?”
“A picnic! At sunset, so we don’t burn to a crisp!” She tapped the basket.
“Perfect! Just like my girlfriend!” You kissed her forehead, standing up so you could get ready. “I’ll be ready in thirty!”
suguru niragi • the “get a fucking room” couple
“Ewwww” - literally everyone
The type of couple to make out mid conversation and make everyone uncomfortable
If you can get your tongue out of his throat for like three seconds maybe you could be tolerable, maybe you could even make decent conversation
But with him grabbing your ass whenever it is in his line of sight it’s probably impossible to go back
Praying for poor Arisu and Usagi who have to witness this when they themselves can barely make eye contact
Honestly even if you do get a room it makes no difference cause they know what you’re doing in there
But y’know people prefer not to see it
Unless they do but normally people don’t
“Hey baby.” There was a mumble in your ear, accompanied by a kiss to your neck as your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Hey yourself,” you replied, holding his hands in your own. “Where were you?”
He took a breath, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Work. Someone messed up the code and they just had to have me fix it. They were literally just missing a bracket.”
“Aw…” you pressed a short kiss to his lips. “That sucks, babe.”
He hummed a response, bringing his lips back to yours to kiss you again, this time more deeply, the metal barbell swiping your tongue. His thumbs caressed your wrists, pressing against your pulse point absently.
“…should we go?”
“Yeah, uh, probably.”
“I’m gonna head to the bathroom, I kinda need to throw up.”
rizuna an • the “is it just my anxiety or are they judging me” couple
Spoiler: it’s not the anxiety you guys are judging all of us
To be fair, she’s always observing and judging everything: it’s in her nature
But it doesn’t change the fact that the two of you are terrifying to watch
The way she stares at certain people or things while you whisper in her ear and vice versa is pretty nerve-wracking
Often, the two of you are whispering about simple observations or hypotheses, but from time to time, you share sweet sentiments between the two of you
Reluctantly on her end, of course, but hey, it’s still coming from the heart
There isn’t much PDA between you, aside from chaste kisses hello and goodbye and perhaps holding hands when she doesn’t need to use them
But it’s not like you mind much: it’d be much worse to make her uncomfortable
You breathed in the fresh air of the park, running your fingers over the smooth, pale skin of her hands and forearms, before settling on linking your arms together. “It’s so nice out today.”
“And there’s no one out,” she cracked a small smile, reaching up to squeeze your hand.
“Probably because you got us up at the crack of dawn to come out like this!” You laughed, still wiping the sleep from your eyes. “I don’t get why you need to come out so early when you have so much time off.”
She turned to look at you, the barely-there smile still playing at her lips. “Because there’s no one out.”
“Except us.” You grinned, leaning your head on her shoulder. “I wish we could do this more often.”
“We could,” she paused. “If you could get up early.”
“Hey, I wake up at a reasonable hour. You’re the one waking up at four in the morning.”
“Is four not reasonable?”
“…absolutely not, we’re both waking up after twelve tomorrow.”
ryohei arisu • the “secondhand embarrassment” couple
This dude is so awkward he makes everyone die inside every time he has a romantic interaction
He’ll be talking to people and the moment he spots you, he’ll go completely silent and just stare
Holds your hand in public and gets flustered when he notices
Cue that one gif where literally everyone facepalms
Beyond that though he’s kinda cute
Always thinking of you, bringing you small gifts, opening doors and pulling out chairs for you, all that jazz
His brain may short circuit when you exist around him but hey, he’s trying, and that’s adorable
Still makes me want to cry with his awkwardness though
“Dude. Dude! Hello? Chota, I think we lost him.”
Karube and Chota waved and snapped in front of Arisu’s face to no avail, as the guy stared immobile at someone at the counter.
“Arisu! What are you looking at?”
Finally, Arisu came back to his senses, blinking and looking towards his two friends. “Huh? What did you say?”
“What were you looking at, dude? We’ve been trying to get your attention for, what, ten centuries!” Chota poked at him, cracking a grin.
“Did you see a cutie?” Karube elbowed him in the rib, snickering. “No harm in looking, eh?”
“What?! No! W—well yes, but—“ he denied quickly, pointing in the direction of the person he was so distraught by.
You found your way to their table from the counter, leaning over it to look at Arisu. “Babe, I could feel you burning holes into the back of my head. Why didn’t you just come say hi?”
“Ooh…” Karube lowered his voice, smiling suggestively when he realised. “Yeah, Arisu, why didn’t you? Instead of staring like some lovesick puppy— ow!”
Chota nudged him with a shoulder, laughing over the last comment. “Arisu’s in love~!”
“Both of you cut it out!” Arisu burned, scrambling to get up, probably to escape the conversation. “Let’s go— I mean uh… I—er—do you want to go? Uh, like—“
You linked your arm with his, smiling at him. “We’ve been together for a month already, are you still nervous? Come on, let’s go!”
when ann first catches feelings for you, when you join the phantom thieves alongside her, she never anticipated that she'd not only end up having to fight for your love, but against her future teammates no less!
for a while, it was just ann and you and things between the two of you went slow and comfortable. ann saw no reason to rush a confession to you!
but when makoto joined the team and ann realized that her new teammate had feelings for you as well, she knew that she now had to confess to you before makoto would!
not just that, as futaba and later on haru joined the phantom thieves as well, more competition came along – and every new phantom thief girl fell in love with you!
the girls aren't super competitive, at least not in a toxic way! they'd never fight against each other and want to remain friendly, despite their conflicting interests
yet they each try to find some alone time with you, to grow closer to you and eventually win your heart – to mixing results!
haru and makoto are often too shy to truly make a move on you. haru manages to spend time with you, but she never properly conveys her romantic interest in you, while makoto struggles with the same thing!
futaba, on the other hand, is almost too clingy! she can't flirt subtly – or really flirt at all – so she just clings to you all the time and hopes that you eventually realize she loves you!
ann is the only one who got any real game! she's quite sweet and charming, managing to get the furthest out of all four girls! yet even she has her awkward moments around you…
and then there's the newest phantom thief girl; yoshizawa! she's clingy as well, but mixed with ann's sweet charm! yet she's the one who tries the least to win over your heart, despite her own feelings for you! she knows the other girls like you too, so she tries to stay in the background for their sake…
