#arahika

[mechaseraph]

So I watched Danball Senki WARS. And it was pretty good, I enjoyed it. And yeah these two. AraHika is good very good I’m trash for them now yeah 

[seraphine16]

Saw this post and made the Touka version!

[lilacflamesss]

arata/hikari

ARAHIKA IS MY LIFE 

Who said “I love you” first: Arata probably did but Hikari didn’t understand it.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Arata. He has the whole family.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Hikari, with cute bunnies. Sometimes she lets Touka and Ayato draw them as well and they leave messages for Daddy.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Arata. He’s a hopeless romantic.

Who initiated the first kiss: Hikari (see Touken for reference)

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Arata. He loves his wife so much. 

Who starts tickle fights: ... Touka and Ayato (with Hikari masterminding). Mainly Touka though. 

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Arata. Hikari is like “Bitch out of the way I’m coming in as well.”

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Arata. He cooked it at home along with Touka as Ayato whined about how much it was a bother.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Arata because oh my god she’s doing things that is making me so embarassed. 

Who kills/takes out the spiders: Hikari, with Touka’s help, as Arata, Renji and Ayato cower under the couch.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Hikari. She is a loud drunk. Louder than usual. 

[strawnillas]

Just Hold On [AraHika]

IF IT ALLLLL GOESS WRONNNGG BABY JUST HOOLDDD ONNNN

gosh the lyrics for this one are so abstract IM JUST GOING TO HAVE TO...WING IT, (please dont kill me kiyo)

Just Hold On by Steve Aoki and Louis Tomlinson!! arahika requested by kiyo :9

(also notice how “louis” in the album cover of the song literally just looks like harry styles instead) (I HAD DIRECTIONER ROOMMATES I WAS INFLUENCED)

((i think i went with an rpg au with this one??? IDK))

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Hikaru supposes they tried their best.

Their land is at peace again, but there is still a lot to do. There are deceased to mourn, ruined buildings to clean, peace treaties to be signed, and much, much more.

But tonight, the night the final battle took place, is a night of resting.

Hikaru has always waited for this day to come. The day the Dark Lord is finally defeated, and they can live happy again. But the assassin didn’t think that it would be like this.

The people are joyful, yes, but they are also subdued. Calm. Quiet.

He used to expect bonfires, festivities, and vibrant life, but the people... they’re just hugging friends and family and crying tears of relief, completely grateful that they are no longer under the influence of the dark.

Climbing up the last steps of the hill that overlooks the city and its grandness, Hikaru finds exactly what he’s looking for.

Rather, who.

Sena Arata, the hero.

The redhead seems to not notice him, or pretending not to, as he continues to gaze upon the stars, his legs swinging back and forth over the cliff.

Hikaru watches the moonlight encompass the idiotic redhead that saved them all like a silver blanket of magic, before he nestles himself right beside him.

Casually, without a single twinge of hesitance, the blond entwines their fingers together, and rests his head upon the other’s shoulder.

Arata doesn’t say anything, but he welcomes the touch by leaning into Hikaru as well, breathing deeply as he does so.

It feels like the silence stretched all the way to the moon before the redhead finally speaks.

“We lost a lot of good people today.” Arata whispers, his eyes still on the stars.

“We did.” Hikaru replies, just as softly.

Silence again.

“What are you going to do now that all of this is over?” Arata asks.

“I don’t know...” He answers truthfully. What is there to do when all your life you have been trained for this moment, but then a hero comes along and takes all the glory?

Arata tightens his fingers around Hikaru’s. He turns his head towards the blond, his mouth pressed into a thin line. Hikaru sees something in the other’s violet eyes, and he understands.

They lean into each other, their lips meeting, and they both know that they can figure out their future together if they just hold on.

[everything-isfiction]

Hikari and Arata first encounters.

Characters/Pairing: Kirishima Arata, Kirishima Hikari, Arahika, Hikarata.

Words: 690~

Her ear caught even the smallest sound and she turned her head with eyes glowing red, aiming at the dark figure walking towards her direction. She cursed underneath her breath -- one thing she hate the most is being interrupted.

Especially during her feeding time.

She hide behind the shadow of the building, gritting her teeth as she wipe the side of her stained mouth. Her nose manage to identify his scent, and hissed.

So annoying.

Hikari notice his head turning in every direction, taking small steps as he walked. It was odd, his scent doesn’t match with what he’s doing. He’s a ghoul, isn’t it ?

Why does he look so timid -- and nervous ?

Hikari purposely step on the pile of trash, it clattered and his head shoot up -- alert but doesn’t do anything except looking back behind him, and continue walking.

What a weird man.

Then again -- it’s an easy prey.

Hikari didn’t wait, she jumped at him, wings beautiful spread as she rain down her crystal shards. She heard gasp and he jumped back. She have to admit that his reflexes were pretty good. He manage to dodge her attack with a just a small scratch on his cheek.

“Impressive.” she said. He didn’t move, much less fight back but his eyes was fixed on her. She saw a glint of sparkles in his eyes and find it irritating.

“What are you looking at ?”

He fidget, quickly scrambling his thoughts, “Err -- I --”

“You’re annoying.”

She stabbed him.

--and pull away her kagune, letting it disappear as she watch him fall down on his knee. Hikari roll her eyes, pathetic. He should’ve fight back -- he should’ve fight her. She hates weaklings like him.

“Are you done moaning into the ground ?”

He lift his head, looking up at her and he managed a small chuckled. Hikari grit her teeth, “What’s so funny, bastard ?”

“I--I’m sorry for disturbing you -- but -- I was just passing by.” He give her a gentle smile and she stared down at him in shocked -- passing by ? Her eyes darted on his side, a small package that was ripped and a book peaking through it.

Oh.

“Uhh -- Can you please -- help me ?” he asked and something inside her, shaken.

Why are you so nice to me ?

Such person -- doesn’t exist anymore.

:::

She patched him up in his house -- not finding it odd that he was living alone. His house were pretty small, comfy for one or two people at least but it have those calm and peaceful atmosphere around it.

Maybe he’s a peaceful person.

“I’m sorry -- for troubling you.”, he said as she wrap the bandage around his stomach. He have a soft blush on his cheek while Hikari is too immersed on treating his wound -- not realizing that his upper body was left exposed.

“Why are you apologizing ? It’s not your fault.”

“Ha--ha -- I guess so.”

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier. I just react out of wimp.”

“That’s fine. Anyone would do that -- especially -- us.”

Hikari finishes with the bandages, and her eyes rolls up on his shoulder -- and down to his arms and abs.

He have a bit of muscles -- not much -- but --

It’s pleasant to see.

“Err-- Are you done ?”

Hikari clears her throat, and quickly back away from him, “Yeah, it’s done.”

“Thank you.”

There were some weird air floating around them, she feel suffocated as if something slowly dragging and tighten around her neck. He put on his shirt, and Hikari watch him as he twisted those buttons.

“I think I should go. You’re okay now, right ?”

“Yeah -- let me send you to the --”

“It’s fine.”

“You know -- I didn’t get your name.” he nervously scratch his cheek, letting out a small chuckle. Hikari didn’t answer him, staring at his face and he fidgeted. She turn her heel, walking towards the door.

“Hikari Yomo.”

--and she left as his heart fluttered hearing her name.

[everything-isfiction]

Hikari during her pregnancy is more toward craving and crying.

[everything-isfiction]

Hikari always called Arata by his surname even when after they become friends -- Kirishima -- Kirishima -- and she stick with Kirishima all the way through even after they start dating. He came up with a plan where every time she called him “Kirishima”, he would reply with “Arata.” It repeated over and over again --

“Kirishima.”

“Arata.”

“Kirishima”

“Arata.” 

He won’t talk to her until she call him by his first name, and Hikari was literally pissed -- but hitting him was not the best way to make him stop.

“Fine! Arata.”

“Yes?”

“You’re so childish.”

--on the next day, he do it again.

Kirishima -- Kirishima -- Kirishima.

“Arata.”

In the end, HIkari starting to get used to his name -- and start calling him Arata -- Arata, and few years later, Arata starting to change into papa when she put his hands on her swollen belly.

[strawnillas]

Blaring Alarms [AraHika]

i took a break from writing for a while bc i needed to rest my creative energy and i still have a shit ton of requests to do BUT A CERTAIN FRICKER NAMED KIYO AKA @miihashikiyo WROTE THIS FOR ARAHIKA DAY AND NO HELL IN WAY FUCK I MEANT NO WAY IN HELL AM I LETTING HER DO THIS!!!!!!!!

THIS IS MY REVENGE TO YOU, KIYO K. KIYOSON.

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Hikaru is, understandably, very tired.

He’s a retail worker, assigned to the cash register this week, so he has to deal with all types of human beings walking through the doors of this street corner store in search of clothes.

His fake smile feels heavy on his lips, and after that incident with an unsatisfied customer, he doesn’t even try to faux cheer. His co-worker lets him be for now, but he’ll have to go back to his Customer Service Voice and Smile tomorrow, which is just urgh.

He’s not built for this.

The door chimes open and a red-haired guy walks in with curiosity in his purple eyes. He’s accompanied by three other males, a short green-haired one with goggles on his head, and a black-haired one with, what Hikaru can tell from this distance, green eyes.

Hikaru doesn’t bother greeting them. (Even though the redhead is kind of cute.)

Yuno, his co-worker, chirps from where she was standing. “Welcome!” she says, all bright smiles.

The trio just smile at her and nod their heads, and the two of them let them be to browse. Hikaru prays in his heart they’ll leave without purchasing anything.

The blond minds his own business by checking his phone, loitering on Twitter. He hears the customers being a bit loud over something suddenly, but ignores them. Yuno will take care of it.

But then a shadow looms over his spot on the counter and he looks up to meet eye-to-eye with the cute redhead.

Damn it.

Hikaru straightens himself, and doesn’t miss the way the other man’s purple eyes follow his body.

He feels a slither of annoyance, but pays it no mind. It’s not the first time people checked him out. Hikaru eyes the clothes that the customer brought with him to the front and says, “Is that all, sir?”

The redhead grins and Hikaru feels a little blown away.

“Yup,” he chirps, placing the shirt on the cold surface. Hikaru takes it and was about to scan it and take off the security tag, when the guy says even more.

“So, you’ve been working here long? It’s my first time seeing you around.”

Hikaru is really not up for this, but urgh, Yuno’s squinting at him from the distance. And where did this guy’s friends go anyway? He doesn’t see them anywhere.

He shrugs as he punches buttons on the cash register. “A month or two.”

“Ah, I see. That explains a lot.”

“Mhmm.”

“Oh cool, is that a Plats bracelet you’re wearing?! I’m a big fan!!” The man suddenly says, gesturing at the black rubber bracelet that Hikaru’s wearing on his wrist.

The blond raises an eyebrow. He smirks. “Oh really? What’s their first single?”

When the customer starts singing the first verse and he actually sounds good, Hikaru admits to himself that he’s surprised the other knows the obscure band.

But he’ll never admit that his heart skipped a beat.

The redhead stops singing, ending in a flourish as he hands over cash to pay for the shirt, and Hikaru begrudgingly takes it and slides the plastic bag with the clothing inside towards him.

“You weren’t lying.” Hikaru says.

“I totally wasn’t.” The redhead winks at him as he takes hold of his purchased item, and continues, “So when I leave, don’t be surprised if the alarm goes off, because I just stole your heart.”

Hikaru deadpans.

What?

He doesn’t even get the chance to respond, because the customer is already walking away with a skip in his step.

But just when Hikaru thinks things are finally over, the security detectors start blaring red lights and deafening his ears, and the customer is standing at the entrance with a smug grin on his face.

“See? Told ya.”

It takes five seconds of staring before Hikaru leans over the counter laughing his head off, Yuno rushing towards the customer to interrogate him in a flurry, and for the customer’s two friends to come in with panicked and confused expressions on their faces.

The customer, all the while, kept insisting that the only thing he stole was the cute cashier’s heart.

This was not how Hikaru planned his day to go.