Does he like boobs or butts? Just ask him!
Quartet Night x fem!reader | All characters are 18+ | suggestive, objectification
Reiji Kotobuki
He laughs when you ask him this... Reiji loves butts!
Reiji is more interested in your thighs honestly. When you wear shorts in the summer or a nice skirt he gets a great view of everything. And he wants to tell you about it since he loves you so much!~!
He isn't someone who's shy about what he likes and how he likes it. But he's a gentleman!
He does enjoy when you show him your Outfit of the Day and he ranks you with a beyond passing grade. How could he bring himself to say you don't look good in tight jeans?!
He does get hard when you sit in his lap sometimes. He loves wrapping his arms around you and enjoying how soft you feel against him.
He loves feeling you up when you make out. His hands roam over your backside and he can't help it. You're the tastiest thing he's ever seen and he needs more of you.
I can't say he has doggy style as his fan favorite position, he prefers getting to see your face when he's buried inside of you.
Ranmaru Kurosaki
This is a dumbass question... Ranmaru loves boobs!
Ranmaru has a lot of personal issues but one thing he can always count on is women in alternative fashion having an amazing rack.
He is a very simple minded man. This is a common interest among guys and he is no stranger to staring straight at your boobs and telling himself you don't notice.
He does like when you wear lowcut tops or things that accentuate his personal favorite asset. But he also doesn't care how you dress his eyes can pinpoint your nipples regardless.
When you're alone, he loves walking up behind you to palm your tits. Sometimes he nips at your shoulder and teases you about the size and how you tease him on purpose with what you wear.
His fingers are rougher than yours because he's played bass for years. His touches are much more aggressive and sometimes he ruts his hips against your ass when he gets excited.
During sex, he loves seeing them bounce as he fucks you. Sometimes he'll pinch and bully your nipples but only because he loves how soft the mounds feel against his palms.
Ai Mikaze
He plans to give a logical answer to this... Ai loves boobs!
At first he based this on statistic data online, pulling from forums, social media posts, and digital newsletters to see what men like more. He wants to fit in, and at some point this interest really was just his own conscious choice.
Ai does like how soft they feel when you give him a hug. He tells himself that girls are just naturally softer than guys but your boobs do enchant him...
He gives his two cents when unnecessary, like recommending you bras and styles that better suit you than a plain nude color that matches your skin. Ai has preferences.
He does enjoy resting his head on your chest. There's something very calming about the human heart beat in his ears that cannot be replaced with an MP3 recording.
When he first feels your breasts in his palms he does start to overheat. The sensation is heart pounding! Well, it made his coolant pump increase in speed.
He thinks your nipples are cute, and he likes the sounds you make when he touches and teases them. Ai wishes he had gotten intimate with you sooner. He has so many things he wants to try.
Camus
This is an outrage, how could you ask him this... Camus loves butts!
Camus doesn't care to mentally objectify you because you are his precious pesant. His little peon! But he can't help but to let his eyes wander.
I think this attraction comes mostly from living in Japan and outside of his country for the first time. Where he lived previously everyone had to bundle up because of the low temperatures... Japanese summers have treated Camus very well...
I think he becomes a fan of yukata and how thin the fabric is. He can see the outline of almost everything. Don't be shy, bend over to investigate the little goldfish stall!! He will protect you from behind.
If you tease him about his obvious interest in the shape of your ass he will turn up his nose and cross his arms. He has no clue what you're talking about. You're delusional.
He does enjoy when you're seated on his thigh. Gently running his hand along your lower back while he reads or enjoys his tea.
I am a believer of Camus enjoying when you ride him and he gets to hold onto your hips or palm at your ass. He loves when you rest your hands against his chest when you bounce on his cock. You feel so nice and soft... Don't be shy he loves the view.
After a long day of swimming, Mu was drying himself with a towel while you brushed your hair under the parasol, but your bikini top was a little loose. After you bent down to put the brush in your bag, your bikini top fell off.
Mu immediately grabbed his towel and wrapped it around you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or other people to see it. Then, he made sure you were okay and tied the strings of your bikini.
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Aldebaran ♉︎:
Aldebaran absolutely loved the beach and specially being in the water with you, what he didn't expect was to a big wave crash on both of you, making your bikini top fall. That tough facade fell and that once rough looking man was blushing like a boy.
"Uh...honey, your top... it-um..."
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Saga ♊︎:
His lips turned into a smill smirk when he saw what happened, but quickly averted his gaze not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
After you fixed your top, he'll pretend nothing happened (but just because he doesn't know what do do now, because he'll def tease you about it later). Of course he'll be respectful to you but he can't seem to forget the little glimpse of you he had.
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Shaka ♍︎:
Shaka would just look at your now naked breasts as if it was completely normal and would help you putting it back on
He wouldn't really care about it, but if you were feeling nervous or uncomfortable, he'd try to comfort you the most he could.
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Dohko ♎︎:
You were both relaxing under the sun, but when you sat up, the strings of your bikini caught on the iron of the sun lounger, pulling your top down and making you blush.
Dohko chuckled as you quickly held your bikini back to your body, but after a bit of a scolding coming for you he helped you to tie them.
"Someone forgot to tie their top", he said in a sing-song tone
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Milo ♏︎:
Milo had a huge smirk on his face and his eyes became playful and mischievous, clearly checking you out.
"Having trouble there, princess? Maybe I could help you out"
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Camus ♒︎:
Camus wasn't a beach guy, but after you insisted he accepted to go with you. He was just laying on a towel while reading a book and occasionally taking a look at you. When your bikini top fell he raised an eyebrow.
"Your bikini top fell."
He stated the obvious in a nonchalant manner, trying to hide the small smirk forming on his face and then just continued to read the book, leaving you blushing and staring at him while you fixed your top.
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Aphrodite ♓︎:
Aphrodite smirked and put his hands on your top, lifting it and then tying the strings before you could even move. He was very quick as if he was used to it and of course that his eyes remained there more than they should.
"You look beautiful in that bikini but you really should try tying them tighter." He teased
Polyship week day Day 3- Sharing clothes Quartet Night x Reader
Back on the x reader shit with @polyshipweek ! I'll be doing posts about x reader ships that involve 2 or more characters from various fandoms under the polyamory flag!
In this universe, Quartet Night are all dating each other as well as the gender-neutral!reader. Camus and Ranmaru are still arguing as always but they kiss and make up afterwards.
Word count- 376
“You hooligan rocker! I know it was you that stole my favourite necklace!” Camus argued, glaring daggers at Ranmaru. Ranmaru looked up from his morning coffee with bags under his eyes and a scowl deep enough to cut right back.
“Huh? What necklace?” He asked with his usual gravelly voice.
“The white gold one! I know you had your stupid mismatched eyes on it the other day!”
“Who’re you calling stupid, ya stupid pretty boy?!”
“Ran-Ran, Cam-Cam, babes, there’s no need to fight so early! You’ll wake the neighbours!” Reiji said, trying to diffuse the situation.
“Shut it, lazy!” The two argued back. Reiji held his hands up in defence.
“It’s not just you that’s lost something, ya know! Someone stole my favourite band shirt!” Ranmaru complained before taking another sip from his Ramones mug.
“Which one?” Reiji asked with a head tilt.
“My old Sex-Pistols shirt. The one with Johnny Rotten’s quote to the Hall of Fame on it in red ink.”
Reiji’s eyebrows knitted together contemplatively.
“Weird. My favourite white jeans have also gone missing.” Reiji said as he rubbed his chin. For one thing to go missing in the house, that made sense. Stuff can come and go randomly. But for three favourite items to go missing all at once was unusual. Ai walked in with a yawn, stretching his 5 foot 10 frame.
“Ai-Ai, have you had anything go missing too?” Reiji asked. Ai blinked between his three boyfriends.
“You know, I actually have. A pair of my socks has gone missing. You know the pair Nanami gave me for Christmas last year with the little cartoon robots on.”
The band looked between themselves.
“Alright, who’s not fessing up?” Reiji crossed his arms. All eyes momentarily looked at Ranmaru. His cheeks burnt pink from embarrassment.
“Don’t look at me! I’m a punk, not a thief!” He protested.
As he spoke, you came out from the shared bedroom. White jeans, a Sex-Pistols top, white gold necklace and cartoon robot socks peaking from your trainers.
“Sorry, I have to run! I’m late to meet with Nanami! Love you!” You called as you hurried out the front doquarteor.
The four of them looked from the door you left out to each other with a sigh.
Hello! Love to see a new blog! Good luck with future works~
How about Quartet Night + how would they kiss you?
im sorry this took so long but!!! im alive!!!!! and thank you thank you i hope to try and keep the utapri fandom alive lol
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QUARTET NIGHT KISS HEADCANONS
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Reiji Kotobuki
now we all know how flirty reiji is lol so he would definitely not hold back in a kiss
he would give it his all because he wants to show you just how much he loves you!
verrrryyyyy teasy too, he likes to brush his lips right against yours but not kiss you juuuuuust yet
but when you pout at him he gives in lol
if you kiss him first he calls you naughty or bad but obviously in a playful way and not a mean way, he just likes to tease you
hes very needy and affectionate so expect lots of kisses whenever and wherever, such as gentle hand kisses in public and more intense making out when you two are alone ;)
Ranmaru Kurosaki
first thing im gonna say is this man is rough and sloppy as hell lol
he tries his best he really does (and that isnt to say hes a bad kisser at all) but he just has a lot of heat and emotion that he cant really hold back, especially around you
he is literally the type of the guy to be like. really passionate and rough and the second you two are alone he grabs you and kisses you hard lol
really impatient and doesnt like being teased also, not a big fan of teasing you either cuz he just goes for it most of the time
kisses you everywhere ;) like literally all over
but can be gentle if you ask him to!! he just needs to be taught a little bit lol
Ai Mikaze
this boy is definitely sooo gentle but also doesnt have a lot of experience with kissing people (or anything really)
not quite sure what to do at first and if you ask him to be more dominant he will genuinely try but still not really know what to do so fair warning he might accidentally shove his tongue down your throat
but once he gets the hang of it hes sooooo gentle, really big on forehead kisses and hand kisses and cute stuff like that
but as he gets more experienced he also gets more confident and takes the initiative to kiss you more
kinda forgets that you have to breathe sometimes so be careful lol
overall hes gentle but can be spicy when he needs to be!
Camus
MAN
will literally change his style and technique into anything you want in order to please you
gentle kisses? he goes into butler mode
rough kisses? he gets all dominant and shit like its nothing
but when you leave it up to him to decide hes kind of in between those two extremes, but he really just seeks to please you
he definitely like to place a hand under your chin and tilt your head up to face him 100% guaranteed
Master List: Fire Emblem Shadow Dragon/Mystery of the Emblem
Camus: Sempiternal,
Jeorge:“I said you couldn’t fall in love with me but I didn’t say I couldn’t fall in love with you.”,
Marth: not sfw; First time for Everything, “How can I get you to like me?”, “Your happiness comes before mine”, “Your heart is safe with me,”, treating Marth likes he deserves,
Michalis: “This world doesn’t deserve an angel like you.”
WOOOOOOT!! IT'S PART 9!! HAHAHA, another late post but <333 I really got so carried away today. Anyways! We're so close to the end AND the release of the game!! Give yourselves a pat on the back for waiting this long! Hehehe <333
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Featuring: Members of the Casino Guild | Primus Club
Type: Headcanons
Prompt: Each character musing over why did you pick them to be your first partner in this journey
Warning: Pre-Game Launch Character Assumptions
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With the ball rolling into his park, Camus is free to do whatever he wants with it.
He can ignore it, use something sharp to pierce through its core and make it pop, or even take it in his hands and never let go.
He does none of those things, because not one of them leads to the best outcomes. And, If there is one thing he greatly despises, then it would be his very own plot laid to rest because of a single rash decision—the cards that he’s meant to control backfiring on him and now it’s him being manipulated by the cards, his mind panickedly yearning for thoughtless power.
So, in the end, his response is to nudge the ball back to you with his foot, letting you interpret it for what it is. When your eyes brighten at his response, he can’t help but lean back into the pleasing feeling that at the very least, you have a keen eye.
He gives you a personal tour of the casino, since this is where the two of you will end up spending the most time at. He’s a busy man, and already he’s testing the very limits of his time management skills just by accepting a contract with you, but he can see that helping you out would eventually reward him with a great boon.
He’s courteous to you the whole, giving you the bare necessities of each component of this casino as well as the opportunity to learn more on your own. He’ll not have you slack off just because you have him in your arsenal now. You’ll have to prove yourself entirely as much of an asset, because his line of work isn’t for the weak and easily tempted.
To his utmost smugness, you do, and oh how beautifully you flourish under not only his care but also because of your efforts.
It takes quite a lot of time for the both of you to come to some sort of relationship above the contract, but it’s an opportunity he allows to happen because you’ve become something valuable to him—in all aspects.
It’s no rare sight to see you seated at his private table during work hours, conversing over important matters in hushed tones and mundane ones with evident zeal glowing upon both of your faces. It’s at a time like when you tell him that he’s surprisingly fair for a man who runs a business that is supposed to be designed to have its patrons lose.
The snort that escapes him is entirely accidental and he covers it with a cough. He looks at you with an amused eye, playfully lamenting over how you just realized that now. Still, he can’t help but impart a piece of knowledge to you—there is a difference between suffering from your actions alone and suffering because you are helpless. The casino targets the former but never exploits the latter.
As you listen to him, that smile on your lips continues to grow wider. You shake your head, the earrings he’d given you gleaming on your ears, and tell him that he truly is a good person. He raises a brow at you and inquires if you’d seen that when the two of you had first met, if that’s the reason for why you’d chosen him.
You meet his gaze, your features softening, and your ankle bumps against his underneath the table before you launch onto an honest elaboration for your basis of him. He stays quiet the entire time and for a few more minutes after up until the both of you are being called for something at the bar. Your concerns over his reaction are short-lived when he offers his arm to escort you, keeping you snuggled close to him with his fingers entwined with yours for the first time. What couldn’t be done verbally could, after all, be done through actions.
“Are you interested in playing just one round with me? I promise you that the reward will be worth it. Ah, but that depends if you win against me, fufu. Don’t worry, I won’t mess with the cards. I want to see whether or not I’m fated to receive a kiss from you tonight.”
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In regards to the entire ordeal, Seven is completely apathetic.
From across the room, he merely meets your gaze and says nothing. He finds no reason to accept or reject your offer, since you’ll be learning soon enough how much of a mistake you’ve just made and break things off with him.
So, with that already decided, he gets up and leaves the room, intending to get some shut-eye in whatever room he feels like sleeping in.
However, a handful of hours later, he suddenly feels the tremors of a rather violent earthquake. Prying his eyes open, he’s dumbfounded to see your face, but he realizes soon enough that rather than an earthquake, it was you shaking him awake. He narrows his eyes, because just what do you want now? Did you really have to come and find him for the sake of informing him that you’ll be switching meisters? And ruin his sleeping? (Not dreaming, never dreaming, not after—)
His mind quiets itself when you finally speak up and, for some strange, strange reason, it’s about a request that you need help with…? He’s confused now. Weren’t you going to end whatever partnership you wanted with him? It’s probably because he’s too busy trying to sort out his thoughts that you’re able to pull him up to his feet and usher him out of the guild, yelling at Len that you’ll be borrowing him quick!
Somehow, in some way, the both of you miraculously finish the job and you turn to him, offering to treat him out for dinner since this is the first request that the both of you have finished together.
He shrugs. It isn’t as if he’d brought his wallet and working the entire day after months of doing nothing had taken a toll on his body. After slipping into the seat across from yours, he slumps over the table and tells you to wake him up when the food arrives.
It becomes a routine of sorts from thereon. You come every other day to wake him up, he radiates as little enthusiasm as you drag him out, the two of you finish up a request, and you take him out for dinner. Occasionally, the two of you would talk, more on your part than his, but whenever you have a question for him, he’ll answer them. Sometimes, he’d wake up to your fingers running through his hair and, for some reason, he always feigns sleeping just to have you pet him longer.
It puzzles him, this willingness of him to cooperate with you that seems more and more likely with each day spent by your side. He mulls over this for quite some time, and his agitation shows through how his fingers inch closer to where he keeps his last deck of cards thrown haphazardly beneath his bed. It takes a lot of willpower just to dig through the mess and pluck each card out, but when finally has the entire collection in one hand, it comes to him. This feeling he has for you—he wants to know more about you. He wants to know just why do you put up with him, for however long does he have left with you?
The next day, he seeks you out, the corner of his lips quirking up when he sees how stunned you look to see him. He doesn’t waste his time, while he’s still feeling motivated, and he asks you to play with him. You look confused but you agree nonetheless, asking him what the stakes are, and the smile that blooms on his face is entirely helpless because the guild really must have grown on you for you to ask that first.
After explaining the rules to you as well, he plays a quick game of blackjack with you. The first to five wins gets to ask the loser a question, the entire thing really up to fate, but he remembers being loved by the cards, by the risks, by the gamble of it all, and he wins five-to-four.
You don’t look surprised by his win; if anything, you’re beaming brightly at him, having clearly enjoyed playing against him. Your eyes do widen when he asks you what has been weighing on his mind, but you give your answer to him freely. Your hands over his feel warm and he notices, for the first time, how he doesn’t feel as empty on the inside as he did before meeting you.
"...What? Is it morning already...? Oh. The food's here. Thanks. Hey...I'm still feeling really tired from carrying all those stuff a while ago. Could you feed me?"
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The makings of a scheme have already been brewing in the back of Ymir’s head even before you make your decision.
He’s been expecting you to choose someone else because, from a realist’s perspective, there were plenty of other meisters who are wealthier, more powerful, or of a higher status than he is. He’s been prepared to leave an impressionable mark on you in the future then keep his distance, letting him dangle himself in front of you like a carrot to a donkey so he could reap favors from you.
However, much to his surprise, you chose him, throwing a wrench into his plans. And oh, what a pretty wrench you’d given him, all served up on a golden platte. You’d practically eliminated all the other problematic variables in his plans, making everything infinitely easier for him.
To reward you, when you stretch your hand out for a bland handshake, he uses the opportunity to pull you in close, his other hand snaking around your waist before splaying itself across your back. He grins at you, hiding his teeth behind a dazzling smile, and tells you in a coy voice how he can’t wait to get to work with you~
He takes pride in his ability to turn your cheeks a pretty red, and he lets go of you before you could get your voice working, resisting the urge to whistle a jaunty tune.
Much to his delight, the two of you get along extremely well with each other even after completing just a handful of simple requests. You have proven a number of times how professional you can be with your job, respecting both the boundaries he’s set up as well as his usual schedule at the guild and with his clients. Still, that doesn’t make you antagonistic towards his behavior, even if you do narrow your eyes at him when he starts invading your personal bubble. You’re open to him in your conversations, and you always turn to him to ask for suggestions in regards to important decisions.
He appreciates your attempts at inclusivity, because people tend to forget that beneath his charming smiles lies a box of ideas sharper than any knife in the kitchen. In response to such thoughtfulness, he gives you his honest opinion and he has to put up an effort to ignore the pleasure that curls in his gut whenever you incorporate them into your plans.
He doesn’t know exactly when or how his frame of mind towards you shifts. You’re still a stepping stone, don’t get him wrong, but he knows something’s...off when he catches sight of you from across the guild’s parlor.
Nothing about you seems particularly different than usual. Neither your hair nor your outfit look out of the ordinary, but there’s a certain radiance that you give off that ensnares his attention every time, keeping his gaze trained on you rather than the person he’s supposed to be escorting.
At first, he thinks you’re under some kind of magic spell, but that doesn’t appear to be the case when he checks. He has his hands on your cheeks, squishing your face, as he stares at you for one long moment, pondering, before it hits him—he’s attracted to you, which shouldn’t feel like a world-shattering realization to him. He feels like an idiot, because out of everyone else, he’s spent the most time with you and enjoyed it so of course he’d feel this way towards you.
He doesn’t bring it up to you, because attraction is just a normal part of life, but he does start to become more active with fishing for compliments from you. It’s during one of his attempts when he asks you, a thought that has been weighing on his mind ever since his realization, just what made you pick him? Was it because he was the most handsome one there?
You give him a deadpanned look, to which he responds by feigning a gasp with a hand over his heart, but your apathy melts off to one of amusement. You place your hands on his cheeks, and he lets you with a wrinkle of his nose. He’d seen you eat a sandwich with those hands, so you better be grateful! His concern over getting any pimples disappear, though, when you begin to tell your reasons. With each second that passes, he can feel a strong flush rise to his face and oh, how he regrets letting you cradle his cheeks because there’s no hiding the heat of his blush there!
“Hey, can you come a little closer? I just want to try something quick… Hm. Hmmmmm. Yeah. I really do have impeccable taste. You look adorable in my jacket. It’s too bad that I don’t have a spare, but then again, you’re better off looking this cute only when we’re in private, ne?”
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Call him arrogant or what not, but Victor has been anticipating your decision.
Although he doesn’t have any solid basis for his belief, there’s this familiar tingle that never fails to make its presence known whenever something distinct is about to happen to him. And ever since he’d met you, that sensation has only grown stronger than ever until it’s practically buzzing quietly in his ears.
Nevertheless, when you look towards him with such soulful eyes, how can he reject you? It isn’t in his principle to turn away any grieving customer, and he’ll hardly start now.
He does give you a warning that mornings are usually when he’s mostly available, considering that he’s the only barista of a guild whose own version of a rush hour is when the stars come out to play.
He can’t resist the urge to ruffle your hair when you tell that you understand and that you’ll work around it. He’s only known you for less than a day, but your commitment to your work rings endearingly to him. He assuages you, though, that he’ll try to squeeze in afternoons as well once he gets Camus’s permission so that you won’t have that hard of a time, and he says this because seeing someone try so hard makes him want to support them even more.
Eventually, the two of you are able to finalize your schedules. You’ll seek him out every other day just before lunch time, work on some jobs in the afternoon, and join him in the casino at night where you’ll get to understand the workings of the guild and summarize your reports.
Over the course of a few weeks, he’s able to see first-hand how you acclimate to the rather different atmosphere of the guild. He appreciates the questions that you ask him about this game or that person’s role or even about the system of chips used. Your curiosity is a wondrous thing, and he sees that whatever misconceptions you had of the guild are cleared with a much deeper understanding of the morals and business set here.
However, what he respects the most about you is how you stay quiet and try your best to act as disinterested as you whenever a patron comes to his bar counter to wallow in their misery. He’s well aware that this part of his job isn’t exactly in the description, nor is it an easy one, so the fact that you respect each customer’s privacy to their own secrets is enough to make him slip a free drink towards your direction. Private matters, after all, should be resolved privately and by only the involved parties. People like you and him can either look away or merely offer suggestions.
You ask him, as you help him clean up during closing time, why he does what he does—listen to people’s problems and woes. He blinks, having gotten caught off-guard, and he mulls over this without trying to directly tell you that it’s also a side ploy to gain loyalty from the customers. Finally, he settles on the essence of it. He does this because everybody deserves to know that they have at least one person cheering them on, because sometimes people need to be reminded that they’ll always have somebody wanting to see them succeed.
You hum, digesting his words, before you ask him if he could lend his hands to you. Bewildered but not once doubting your intentions, he presents his hands to you and you take them into your own. Then, to his surprise, you tell him that if ever he feels down or worried about something, then he should know that you’re always going to be cheering for him, so if whenever he feels like he needs someone to talk to, he can always turn to you.
Rarely does he hear the words you’d just uttered, and he never expects to because it’s his job to listen, not talk. Regardless, hearing you say them, knowing that you acknowledge his hard work, fills him with pride and validation and the warmth on his cheeks must match the warmth in his heart.
He gives you a shy smile in return, embarrassed to be caught like this. He squeezes your hand, his mind racing as fast as his heart is with thoughts of how fortunate he is to have been chosen by you. The why hangs in the air between the two of you, but he doesn’t entertain it. He can get to know your reasons, piece by piece, as your relationship with him deepens.
“Oh! You’re just in time! Here, try this. It’s my latest concoction… So? What do you think? Does it taste good? ...Ah, I’m glad you liked it! Actually, I got inspiration for it from you. See these layers? I used sweets that resembled your eye color for it, and I knew this was your favorite flavor so… It’s a drink specially made for you!”
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A surge of bashfulness suddenly fills Len when all eyes turn towards him.
He has no idea from where this unexpected meekness of his comes from. As someone used to the spotlight and pressure, it takes a lot more than a crowd looking his way to catch him off guard, even if some of these people are famous meisters.
Becoming partners with you is both an exciting and stressful experience. The former because he gets to travel to all sorts of places and bring back souvenirs for his guildmates, and the latter because—well—there’s a lot of people who have been testing him being vertically challenged and all.
He’s been keeping track of all the people he’s just added to his revenge list, and it makes him grit his teeth that the number of new members is larger than the number of requests the two of you have just finished. Of course, even with irritation churning in the knuckles of his hand, he remembers his manners and apologizes to you for causing you any trouble and you’ve been nothing but kind and accommodating to him.
Nonetheless, although he’s signed a contract with you, it doesn’t necessarily mean he’s been traveling the entire time. He’s still needed back at the guild, but his special position allows him to be exempted from the guild’s residency for at most three days a week. He spends them wisely, rarely using the maximum number of absences and only reserving it for particularly tougher quests that lead the two of you far outside of Lecord’s territory.
At times, he’ll complain about getting so many requests, but on the inside, he’s secretly happy that more and more people are depending on the two of you as well as worried about his guildmates, specifically Seven who doesn’t seem to care about taking care of himself at all, and if he really is doing as good of a job he believes he’s doing.
He doesn’t realize he’s been working himself to the ground until you confront him about it, explaining to him how you’ve been observing his sudden erratic behavior as of late and then asking if there’s anything on his mind because, as partners, the least you could do for him is to listen to his worries.
He’s eerily quiet, and you believe for a moment that you’d probably overstepped his boundaries. To your relief, though, he sharply huffs out a breath and runs a hand through his hair. Neither of you speak up for a while until he looks you in the eye and asks—this stays between us? in such an earnest voice.
He waits for you to give him a nod, studying your face the entire time. When he sees no sign of deceit or anything of that sort, he decides to take the risk. He holds his hand out for you and, when yours is above his, he drags you to another room that’s unfamiliar to you in all but the beautifully-crafted pool table sitting at the center.
A smudge of amusement lights up in the back of his mind when he sees how you finally realize just what the two of you are doing here. This time, he can’t quite suppress the laugh that bubbles free from his throat at the look on your face when he tosses you a cue stick. He gives you a pat on the back and tells you that it won’t be a serious game and it’ll be more of freely striking the balls into the holes regardless of the rules. He shares with you that he does this, sometimes, when he’s feeling overwhelmed, when he just wants to lose him in the focus, in the trajectories, and in each clink of the cue balls hitting something.
As the two of you play your own version of billiards, he quietly tells you about what’s been weighing heavily on his mind lately, feeling himself grow lighter the more he confides in you. And, when all is said and done, he sees you move closer to him until you’re bumping shoulders. You're honest when you tell him, in no uncertain terms, that his guildmates must surely be looking after each other in his absence and would want him to enjoy the experience. The breath he'd been about to inhale gets trapped somewhere along the way when you suddenly raise your hand up to his cheek, a smile blooming unfairly beautifully on your lips, as you tell him that he has nothing to worry about as your partner, that he's been doing exceptionally well, and that you're glad that you chose him in the first place. He wants to ask why, but he curses how his tongue always seems to get tied up in important moments with you. No matter, he can always ask you when the next moment comes.
“Hey...Here, take this. You deserve it after everything you’ve done so far… Huh? Did I make this soup? Yeah, I did, why? … Oi, I know that look on your face. Tch, don’t underestimate me. I do know how to make something as simple as this. So eat it all, ‘kay? Missing meals will get you sick, and that’s the last thing I—w-we want!”
