Hey! I’m the one who requested Rin last time first off want to say I really liked it❤️ and thanks for answering so fast. I’m sure you’re busy. and is there anyone you don’t write for? I noticed your yukio requests were closed so I thought I’d ask annnd could I also ask for bon rin and shima make out scenarios, kinda like would they take the lead or would they be clumsy about it or not? or how would they react if they got caught? With shy introvert reader again, please?🙏
First, I'll start by saying that I think Yukio is a great character and is written extremely well. He needs a ton of therapy, and there are a lot of layers.
That said, I don't like Yukio, so I find him hard to write for, especially for some of the requests I get. I don't see him as the sweet character the requests ask for. It's hard to picture in my mind, so it's hard to write.
I can't think of any other character off the top of my head that I don't want to write for.
You try to hide your smile, but you can’t help grinning at the romantic scene where the main characters share their first kiss, just like you and Rin are doing now—sitting on the sofa, absorbed in a movie.
A subtle boldness washes over Rin as he observes the characters gradually beginning to make out.
He gulps, feeling butterflies in his stomach like it’s his first kiss.
After awkwardly staring at each other for what seems like an eternity (maybe just two seconds), you realize he is leaning in for a kiss, and you kiss him.
Without warning, his mouth opens and his tongue darts forward, colliding with your teeth in his eagerness. You make a small sound of surprise as he pushes his tongue into your mouth with all the finesse of someone who's only ever seen kissing in movies but has never practiced it. His tongue moves clumsily against yours, too fast and too forcefully. You place a hand on his chest, gently pushing him away and quickly pulling back.
"Sorry," he mumbles, looking embarrassed. "Is this—am I doing it right?"
You slowly shake your head. “I don’t think so," you admit, your face burning.
"...can we try again?” Rin asks, looking embarrassed. You nod awkwardly.
He takes a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling with the motion. "Okay," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. "I can do this. Wait, maybe I should check online…”
When your lips connect again, Rin suddenly tilts his head and—oh—his tongue darts into your mouth. It's eager, clumsy, and a bit too forceful. You nearly pull back from surprise, but instead, you place a gentle hand on his cheek, silently guiding him to slow down.
You avoid Yukio for at least a week, too embarrassed to face him.
So, the first time is extremely awkward, but he improves.
LMAO, he is so bold. He thinks he’s got it, hook, line, and sinker. He’s seen enough kissing in movies; he knows what to do.
Except he doesn’t know a damn thing. There’s not even a sweet slow kiss first. It’s awkward because you were expecting a sweet kiss.
The evening had been perfect so far—a casual walk through the park as sunset painted the sky in hues of orange and pink.
When you arrive at your dorm, he caresses your cheek with his fingers and gradually leans in. Your eyes flutter closed as you lean forward, anticipating a tender kiss like the many you’ve shared before.
But instead of the gentle press of lips you were expecting, Shima's mouth crashes against yours, already wide open. The sudden wet intrusion completely catches you off guard. Your eyes fly open in shock to see his face pressed impossibly close to yours, his eyes squeezed shut in what appears to be deep concentration.
Time seems to slow as your mind struggles to catch up with what's happening. His hands have somehow found their way to your waist, holding you in place as he continues his enthusiastic assault on your mouth. His pink hair brushes against your forehead as he tilts his head, attempting to deepen the already overwhelming kiss.
Your body completely freezes, unable to respond as his tongue continues to explore your mouth with wild abandon, swirling and probing as if searching for hidden treasure. When you finally snap out of it, you shove him away, feeling extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable. Staring at the ground, you are unable to meet his gaze. “I—" You open your mouth and then close it again, struggling to find the words. “I—what was that?” you manage to squeak out.
You’re too nervous to let him try it again, especially in public. Plus, you’ll miss curfew if you stay out too much longer, so you don’t even have time to, even if you wanted to. But you don’t.
When you get back to your room, you’re too nervous to speak to your roommates about it, so you debate googling it because it’s really embarrassing. After an hour, you do Google it and send him links.
He studied it as if his life depended on it. He performed better the next time.
I think it would feel more awkward for Bon than it does for you. He’s wondering if he’s doing it right, and he’s putting extra thought into it.
Bon invited you to his dorm to study for an important test. You notice how Bon keeps glancing at you when he thinks you aren't looking, his usual intense focus wavering. There's something different about him tonight—a nervous energy that makes his fingers tap against the pages and causes him to clear his throat more often than necessary.
"I think I need a break," you whisper, stretching your arms over your head.
"Yeah," he agrees, his voice a low rumble. "Me too."
The silence between you suddenly feels charged, like the air before a storm. Bon shifts in his seat, turning to face you more directly. His usually determined and focused eyes flicker with uncertainty.
"Can I—" he begins, then pauses, his cheeks turning red. "I was wondering if I could—" He takes a deep breath, straightening his shoulders as if gearing up for battle. "Could I kiss you?”
"Yes," you whisper, your voice barely audible even in the stillness of the room.
Bon moves closer, careful not to disturb the papers between you. His movements are deliberate, almost ceremonial, as if he has been planning this moment for weeks. When he is close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from him, he pauses, his eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation.
Finding none, he leans in, gently pressing his lips to yours in a kiss so soft it feels like a question. It lasts only a moment before he pulls back slightly, his eyes half-lidded yet watchful, gauging your reaction.
You smile shyly, and that seems to provide Bon with the confidence he needs. He leans in again, this time with a bit more pressure, his lips capturing yours with careful precision. His hand shakes slightly as he raises it to cup your cheek, his calloused fingertips remarkably gentle against your skin.
"Was that okay?" he murmurs against your lips, his breath warm and sweet.
You nod, unable to find your voice, and he kisses you again. This time, there's a newfound confidence in the way he tilts his head, finding the perfect angle where your lips fit together like puzzle pieces meant to connect. His thumb traces small circles on your cheekbone, each touch sending tingles down your spine.
His next kiss is deeper. His lips part and you feel the tip of his tongue hesitantly trace the seam of your lips—not pushing, just exploring with gentle curiosity. You part your lips in response, an invitation he accepts with a sharp intake of breath.
Time seems to slow as Bon's tongue carefully meets yours.
Each movement poses a question and offers an answer, with each touch building on the last. His hand glides from your cheek to the nape of your neck, fingers weaving through your hair with tender reverence.
"Is this alright?" he whispers against your lips, his earnest and vulnerable eyes searching yours.
You nod, unable to find words as warmth blooms in your chest. He shifts closer, his knee brushing against yours. The simple contact sends electricity racing up your spine. His eyes—usually so intense and focused—have softened, the amber depths glowing with an emotion that makes your heart stutter in your chest. He pulls back slightly, his breath coming a bit faster than usual. "I've been-”
“Hey, Bon, could you help me-” Shima freezes when he sees you and Bon so close, then smirks. “Sorry, was I interrupting something?”
Shima doesn't stop teasing you and Bon for about a week; you just wanna crawl in a hole until he forgets. At some point, Bon hits below the belt and reminds Shima that he can't even get a girl to kiss him. Shima shuts up.
