a/n: absolutely I can!! thats literally my baby... i would die for him... also!!! you're the very first person to send a request on my account <3 i will love you forever thank you, i will try to take good care of you, i couldnt decide what to write so i'm gonna write everything!! a drabble, headcanons, and finally a oneshot, so i hope one of them is to your liking <3
word count: 700+
pairing: nanami ryusui x gn!reader
genre: a drabble/headcanons
warnings: it might be cringe or rushed i didn't wanna keep you waiting luv....
lover boy!ryusui, he can't help the sparkle that shines in his eye as he watches you walk across the ship, his ship. the way your hips sway, the way your hair blows in the salty sea breeze, the way the sunset reflects off your skin, you are quite the catch.
lover boy!ryusui, who has never desired a person like this before. he's desired a fleet of ships to own the oceans, to conquer the skies, to hone his professional gaming skills, he's desired many things. but never... never a person. this desire feels stronger, his heart twisting in his chest at the thought of not having you.
lover boy!ryusui, who will give you every single thing you desire in this universe. just ask for it, he will give it to you with a snap of his fingers. he'll give you bouquets with hundreds of flowers in them, your own ship, custom-made clothes. even if you don't have extravagant desires, he will give you all of his time if that is all you wish for.
lover boy!ryusui, who asks "will you be mine?" in his confession to you. for the first time in his life, he was scared that he might not be able to fulfill one of his desires, that he might get rejected. he knows he's capable of having anything he wants with inanimate desires, objects. but you're a person, so if you say no...
lover boy!ryusui, whose smile is full of pure pride when you say you feel the same way for him. his fist triumphantly pointing towards the skies as he shouts his accomplishment to the rest of the kingdom of science.
lover boy!ryusui, who will watch you lean against the railing of the ship, looking out to the ocean beyond, and come up behind you. his hands resting on either side of you on the railing, caging you in, with his head resting against your shoulder, taking in your warmth...
lover boy!ryusui, when you lean into him, his hands move from the railing to wrap around you, squeezing you quite tightly from behind as you look out at your surroundings.
lover boy!ryusui, who has no problems with taking your chin in his hands and kissing you in front of everyone. after every accomplishment, every new invention, every grand new feat, he'll twirl you around in his arms and give you a kiss.
lover boy!ryusui, who always needs to be touching you in some way, or at least near you. having you sit next to him while he steers the ship, sitting next to you at francois' bar while all of your friends in the KOS are celebrating a victory, holding you in his lap while he's sitting below deck, holding your hand while he's having a meeting with the other five wise commanders, he always needs to be near you, constantly reminding himself that you're okay while this group goes on many treacherous adventures.
lover boy!ryusui, who's world would absolutely collapse if you ever got hurt on a mission. if you went into the woods with some of the others to gather supplies and come back bruised and scratched, he would immediately run over to you with a frown on his face, questioning you fervently while you just want to sit down.
lover boy!ryusui, who will panic over your state while you assure him you're fine. you try to clean yourself up and bandage yourself, but he quickly stops you and takes care of it, wrapping all your wounds and giving light kisses to all of your bruises. a captain has to take care of his first mate.
lover boy!ryusui, who is now hesitant to let you go on missions without him. when he finally lets you, he is calling the groups makeshift phone non-stop to make sure everyone is okay. (mostly just to check on you though...)
lover boy!ryusui, who will hold you as close as he can while you both sleep at night, to the point where you have to push him off of you in your sleep just to breathe. he can't help it, you're so warm. so addicting. so desirable.
lover boy!ryusui, who feels like he needs nothing else when he's with you, like you satiate all his desires. like you're all he's ever needed, and ever will need.
FEMALE!READER X CHITTAPHON LEECHAIYAPORNKYUL (or just Ten of NCT)
PRIMAL KINDA THING I GUESS?
smut under the cut
You giggle into your hand and crouch behind Ten’s couch, trying your best to stay quiet. You’ve squeezed yourself in between the slant of the arm of his couch and the end table, effectively concealing a majority of your body. You’re pretty sure that nothing is showing and you’re successfully hidden, but you have no idea- this is a completely new scene. It was all Ten’s idea, to be fair; he had wanted to play a game of hide-and-seek of sorts. He was on a timer, trying to find you as quickly as possible. Soon enough, once he found you, he would have twenty seconds to hide before you started your own stopwatch and did you best to beat his time. Whoever got the fastest time would get to be the dom for that night, so you hope that your hiding place would be enough to stump him.
Unfortunately for you, it’s barely thirty seconds before he appears in front of you, smiling. You groan and roll your eyes, crawling out from your hiding place. You check the outfit he’s put you in to make sure it’s still complete- it is, the corset still in place and skirt still hiked up just enough to barely show off your ass- before grabbing his phone out of his hand and screenshotting his final time. He found you in 27.39 seconds to be precise, so you have to cross your fingers that you’ll be able to beat that time. “Okay, go hide,” you say, smiling. “I have to beat your time.”
“It’ll be hard to do that,” Ten replies, and you playfully punch his arm with your free hand.
“Oh, please. You don’t know how many rounds of hardcore hide-and-seek I’ve played with my friends and siblings as a child. I haven’t lost my charm, babe,” you smirk. “Now go, or it’ll be easier for me to find you.” Ten scampers off and you laugh, closing your eyes and beginning to count to twenty. You continue to count, loud enough that it can be heard throughout his entire apartment but not so loud that you drown out the sounds of his steps, doing your best to track the general direction of where he’s hiding. Once you reach twenty, you say the classic, “ready or not, here I come!” and start the timer, booking it to his bedroom. That’s where you heard his steps going, so you begin scouring every corner of the room. Soon enough, you check inside of his closet and there he is, hiding in a corner of his closet. “Got you,” you say, smiling, and stop the timer. You check the final time and groan, simply giving up. “Damn you, Ten.” He takes his phone out of your hand and laughs, seeing your time. 28.03. He beat you not even by a full second. Which meant your goal for the night had not been achieved.
“It’s alright, Y/N, I’ll be gentle. We can go as slow or as fast as you want. Tonight’s your night, okay?” His hand grips your ass and you giggle, wrapping your arms around his unfairly tiny waist.
“That sounds like a wonderful time, Ten.” You tilt your head up and kiss him gently, smiling brightly because the best person in your life is here, in your arms, and about to make you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
So the latest lore stream, huh? anyone have some hurt comfort bc i am HURTING, and I love tnt duo.
Wilbur found him in the strip club. He was face down on the counter, surrounded by bottles as sobs shook his whole body. He hadn’t even noticed when Wilbur sat on the bar stool next to him.
“Quackity?” Wilbur said in a soft voice as to not startle him.
There was a sharp inhale as the sobs stopped.
“Have you come here to kill me too?” Quackity asked.
Wilbur looked at him, confused, “What?”
“If you are, then just do it. I’m vulnerable, I won’t even fight back. A nice and easy kill,” Quackity hiccuped.
“I’m not here to kill you,” Wilbur said.
“Well just do it anyway, I’ve lost so much already, what’s one more? It doesn’t matter anyways.”
Quackity sat up and finished the bottle in his hand before reaching for another.
“I think you’ve had enough,” Wilbur said, taking the bottle before Quackity could grab it.
Quackity glared at him, “After the week I've just had, nothing will be enough. Now give it back.”
Quackity tried to snatch it from Wilbur’s grasp, but Wilbur just held it high over his head, grateful Quackity was too short to reach.
“Alcohol poisoning is no joke, Quackity,” Wilbur deadpanned.
Quackity grabbed at Wilbur’s sleeve trying to pull it down, “Just shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I don’t care about your jokes, I've just had the shittiest week of my life! Karl doesn’t remember me and thinks that I’m a murder, Purpled betrayed me, and Slime is dead. If alcohol poisoning kills me, so be it. Now give me the bottle!”
Wilbur stared at Quackity, shocked. This distraction allowed Quackity to pull Wilbur’s arm down and grab the bottle from his hand. He yanked the cork out with his teeth and took a gulp.
“Quackity, I-”
“Oh don’t give me your pity,” Quackity spat, “I know you don’t care. No one does! Everyone on this server only cares about themselves. You can leave now. Leave me alone to drink myself to death.”
Quackity turned back and rested on the countertop again.
“Quackity-” Wilbur tried again, only to be cut off again.
Quackity sat up and turned quickly, shouting in Wilbur’s face, “What!? What could you possibly want?! That’s all I’m good for, isn’t it? For people to want things from me. My votes, my time, my body, my money. I’m the whore of the SMP, for everyone to take from. The one person who made me feel like they didn’t want anything from me is gone and I'm done. I’m done with this SMP, I’m done with Karl, with Sapnap, and I’m done with life.”
He poked at Wilbur’s chest, “And I'm done with you. I’m done with our stupid little rivalry. No get the fuck away from me and leave alone to wallow.”
Quackity went to take another swig, but before he could, Wilbur pulled him into a tight hug.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Quackity asked, voice muffled by Wilbur’s shoulder.
“I know what it’s like to feel like you’ve lost everything- like no one cares. And sometimes no one does. But that doesn’t mean people won’t in the future. And the only way to find out is to live long enough to reach that future,” Wilbur took a deep breath before continuing, “I care. I care about you Quackity. You’ve made me feel human, not like the monster everyone treats me as. You put up this tough front, and I know it’s because of all the things you’ve been through- and things I’ve put you through- and I’m sorry for that. You’ve been through so much, more than anyone should go through. Don’t let this be the thing that takes you down. And I’ll help you. Not out of pity, but because I care about you.”
Quackity tried to pull away, but Wilbur held on tight, “You don’t care. You only care because I don’t treat you like a monster. What if I started to do that? You’d leave, just like everyone else.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” Wilbur rubbed soothing circles on Quackity’s back, between his wings, “Because I know you don’t truly think that. You’re a good person, Quackity.”
Quackity was silent for a moment before Wilbur heard him sniffle, and seconds later the waterworks were back and he was sobbing into his shoulder. And Wilbur just held him. He held him until his sobs turned into sniffles, and those sniffles turned to hiccups, and those hiccups into soft snores and Quackity fell asleep in his arms, exhausted by the day. Wilbur wasn’t quite sure where Quackity’s room was, so instead, he carefully carried him back to Wilbur’s base, where he placed slumbering Quackity into his bed and covered him with the blue covers. He sat in a chair next to the bed. He knew Quackity was suicidal, and didn’t trust that he would wake up and try to do something stupid, so Wilbur decided to simply sit and watch him until he woke up. He wasn’t lying when he said he cared.
Quackity woke up in a bed that was not his own, causing him to panic and sit upright quickly. He looked around and saw the sleeping figure of Wilbur, slumped in a chair next to the bed. He vaguely remembered the night before, but he did remember feeling warm and safe.He stared at Wilbur and yawned. He was still tired, and it wasn’t quite morning yet. He laid back down and sleep quickly overtook him.
bestie i checked the time this was posted pleaaase get rest anyway alyanette sharing clothes<3 is such a concept i think<3
time is a social construct, next—
anyway yes i agree alyanette sharing clothes is just *chef’s kiss*, here you go beloved !!
(feel free to send me a prompt for alyanette!)
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“Is that my flannel?”
Marinette looks up from her slumped over position on her desk to the light, accusing tone of her best friend. The expression on Alya’s face is one of amusement, but her eyes are narrowed at the blatant evidence of her thievery.
“…No?” Marinette tries, shifting her arm to cover the orange checkered fabric that fits loosely on her smaller frame. It doesn’t help, of course, considering her arm is in one of the sleeves, and she probably should’ve thought this through better. In her defense, she’s tired, and she wasn’t really looking when she was grabbing her clothes for school in the morning.
All she was aiming for was comfort, really.
“You are the worst liar, you know that?” Alya says, shaking her head. She slides into her spot beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and squeezing her tight. Marinette feels her face heat up- she doesn’t know why she’s reacting like this lately, considering they’ve always been like this with each other. Whether it be handholding, face caressing, or even cheek kisses, they’ve never elicited a reaction like this from her until now.
Marinette flushes and turns those thoughts away for later. She tilts her head to look at Alya- she’s wearing a red plaid flannel today instead of her usual- and she realizes that it’s because she stole her usual. Well, technically Alya left it at her house, so it was more… borrowing.
Alya looks good in red and black. Her colours, her tired mind notes.
“Pretty,” she says without thinking, almost dreamily as she stares at her best friend. Alya’s reaction is subtle, but Marinette can see the corners of her eyes go wide for just a moment before she collects herself again.
“You’re the pretty one in my flannel,” Alya replies easily, and Marinette just knows her face is getting redder by the second. Why hasn’t class started? Why are the laws of the universe working against her?
“You want it back?” she manages to squeak.
Alya laughs, waving a hand. “I’m good, girl. Keep it. It looks good on you.”
…
(And much, much later, when they do start dating, Alya lets her ‘borrow’ as many flannels as she wants.)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: The Umbrella Academy (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Klaus Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves, Vanya Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, Luther Hargreeves, Number Five | The Boy (Umbrella Academy), Sparrow Academy (Umbrella Academy)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Family Fluff, everyone is going to have a NICE TIME and HEAL from their trauma, Spoilers, Language, Here There Be Swearing, Original Character(s)
Summary:
The Umbrella Academy returns to 2019 to find an empty, dusty mansion with portraits of unfamiliar kids on the walls and a series of cryptic notes from a father who has vanished. While they must piece together the changes they have made to the timeline and the paradox of their own existence, that is not the whole story. Between their search for answers and adjusting to their new lives, they find time to rest and become the family they always could have been. An unholy union between a fix-it fic and a fluffy AU made of beach episodes and road trips and family movie nights.
Shoutout to my friends from the TUA discord for helping me develop and edit this fic! @3ternalslumber @dcksdrgsdebutantes It’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted any fanfic, and that was back on ff.net, so I may be a lil slow getting back into the game.
this is a small thingy i just wrote, because ideas for my nano wip are not flowing and i’ve been reading an awesome warring states au fic and well this just popped into my mind
She meets him for the first time one week before the day they are to be married.
This is not a usual occurrence, Yukie knows, meeting one’s to-be husband before the actual wedding day. She should feel grateful, then, for this little glimpse she is getting of the man she will spend the rest of her life with. She should feel grateful, but she is not.
Even though she is not vain, Yukie has always considered herself pretty in that kind of delicate way she knows is appreciated by the general eye. Her skin is pale and unblemished, almost as if the sun had never touched her skin; her eyes big and dark; her hair, long and perfectly straight and the color of dark mahogany, glints almost red under the sunset light. It gives her an exotic edge, she knows, something to give her a small advantage over her sister, who is far more beautiful than her, but also less peculiar to the eye. So, Yukie knows she is pretty, but standing now in front of her future husband—in front of the silkiness of his dark hair, or the high line of his cheekbones, or the impossible depth of his black, black, black eyes—she feels that, perhaps, the sheer perfection of her sister’s features is better suited for a marriage with this seemingly unreal stranger.
angry miyusawa kisses give me life;;; hope u like this sweetie!!!
“You guys solve whatever shit you gotta solve,it’s really annoying.”
As soon as Kuramochi left the room and the doorclicked shut behind him, Miyuki got up from where he was perched on the deskand crossed the room in three quick heavy steps. Sawamura barely had time toget up from the bed before Miyuki grabbed his collar and smashed him againstthe wall.
“What the hell?” Sawamura started.
“Next time you ignore one of my calls we’regoing to have a serious problem?”
Sawamura snorted. “Yeah, and what would thatbe?” Truth was, Sawamura had been feeling especially feisty that day duringpractice, ignoring every single one of Miyuki’s calls under the pretext that hewas beginning to grasp the concepts of game-calling. It had worked out well,more or less, probably because of Miyuki’s own abilities as a catcher, thoughSawamura wouldn’t acknowledge that. It had led to an everlasting contest ofglares and awkward silences during dinner, which had provoked a strangely shorthang-out session in Miyuki’s room, Kuramochi being the only member of the teamable to stand the ongoing cold war between Miyuki and Sawamura for more thanhalf an hour.
“Well, I won’t catch for you ever again.”Miyuki said, tightening his grip.
“You were calling shit today.”
“Because you were pitching shit. Shut up,” hebarked out as Sawamura started to protest.
“Make me.”
Sawamura leaned in, circling Miyuki’s wristswith his hands to loosen his hold on his t-shirt, but Miyuki had already moved,and he found his head yanked back by a tight grip on his hair. Before he couldeven think of pushing the catcher away from him, Miyuki clashed their lipstogether in a kiss so forceful Sawamura thought he might be bleeding. His mouthdidn’t taste like metal though, so he kissed Miyuki back with double strength,swiping his tongue along his lower lip only to bite it afterwards. Miyuki madea noise akin to a growl that made a shiver run down Sawamura’s spine, and hebit his lip again before placing his hands on Miyuki’s chest and pushing hard,one, two, three times until the catcher’s back hit the other wall, their lipsstill waging a battle.
Sawamura broke away from the kiss and buriedhis face in the crook of Miyuki’s neck, biting furious red marks that werebound to be a beautiful palette of burgundy, plum and, eventually, marigoldcolors. Miyuki consented this a few more seconds, digging his fingers hard intoSawamura’s hipbones, before bringing his right hand to the pitcher’s jawlineand forcing him to meet his lips again. Somewhere along the line, Miyuki’sfingers loosened until they were just a brush of fingertips on tight skin andhe leaned back slightly, resting his forehead on Sawamura’s.
“You’re a brat,” he said against wet lips.
“And you’re a ruthless dictator.”
They stayed like that, ragged breaths mixingand hands wandering lazily through stray strands of hair.
“I have to be,” Miyuki said. “If we want towin.”
Sawamura leaned in, placing a slightly off-centerkiss in the corner of Miyuki’s mouth. “I know.”
Fics for some of the Dr stone characters are scarce, sure. BUT FOR SAI THERES A WHOLE ASS DROUGHT 😭🙏
I have this little idea/drabble I posted on my page, one of them was where Sai had already met the reader at childhood before he ran away (you can look at it if you want too btw! Be warned though cuz I’m ass at writing)
SO HOW ABOUT THIS
Loverboy!Sai Nanami x reader. Where we were friends with Sai and Ryusui at childhood. Sai developed a crush on us because we would genuinely listen to his rambles about coding, not only that, but we also asked him to teach us 🤭
We would also always fawn over his curly hair, occasionally twirling a strand or playing with it while he was coding
But he would be jealous and conflicted because he thinks we have a crush on Ryusui 💔 (even though we treated Ryusui as if he was our own little brother)
So one day when we and Ryusui were going to try to convince Sai to play chest with his little brother, he was gone already.
No words, no note, no explanation, just an open window and a beautiful vase with our favorite flowers placed on his desk
You can take the lead from here 🤭 I love Sai so much! He’s my number one forever and ever
♡ lover-boy sai <3
a/n: omg I went to your account to try and find that fic and while i didn't find that specific one i was there for a WHIILEE reading your writing it is SO cute hun!!! and omg the sai drought is no joke.... i actually can't wait for 2026 for our boy to be animated and watch the fanfics BOOM. it's gonna be so great skjgndkjsgnjs BUT OMG THIS IS ALL SO CUTE!!!! i will get on this immediately, forgive me if he is out of character or anything i have only read the manga once T-T I'M SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK FOREVER BTW!!!! i got so sickkk i was dying bro
word count: 1.7k
pairing: nanami sai x gn!reader
genre: drabble / headcanons <3
warnings: i might have gone a little crazy with this one,,,, long,,, maybee i should just write a oneshot hehehehe
lover-boy!sai who you met in kindergarten. you had preferred to stay inside during recess, not being a fan of loud noises. to no one's surprise, he also preferred to stay inside. sitting in the corner doing 3rd grade math sheets for fun.
lover-boy!sai who nearly ran away when you started to approach him during recess, playing with his curly hair and giggling, saying he was cute like a puppy! you were having the time of your life, while he was simply frozen in fear...
lover-boy!sai who slowly started to adapt to you always moving to sit next to him when everyone had gone outside for recess, sitting there and quietly coloring while he did his math sheets. one day, you asked him how he understood all of that big kid math and he went on a whole tangent, but you sat there and listened to every word intently! no one ever did that for him at home...
lover-boy!sai who started to look forward to coming to school instead of dreading it, his newfound friendship making him excited to go and talk to you.
lover-boy!sai who, as you two got older, started to invite you to his home after school. he never talked about his home life, so you were... shocked to say the least when you saw how extravagant his house was... he went on to explain how his father owned a company called nanami conglomerate.
lover-boy!sai who couldn't help but flush as you sat next to him at his desk and looked at his coding. you would go on to ask him about it, and he would go on a ramble about coding, the different types of coding, his preferred one, how he makes video games, etc., and you would just sit there, listening to every single word like you always would. it always made his heart start to beat a little bit faster, having someone who actually cared about listening to him instead of just using him for his skills.
lover-boy!sai who failed to mention he had a little brother named ryusui. he was still quite young when you first met him, only about 8 years old, but he absolutely loved to play. whenever sai was forced to study by his family, you would play video games and chess with ryusui to stop the eager younger brother from bothering his eldest.
lover-boy!sai who would always get jealous when you gave his younger brother attention. at first, he couldn't understand why. you two were just close friends, nothing more. as he got older though, he started to understand his feelings were... something more. and as all of you got older, he started to worry that maybe ryusui was the one you liked.
lover-boy!sai who's brain would nearly short-circuit whenever you hung out with him while he was coding. for some reason, you loved to play with his hair and twirl his curls around your fingers, admiring the softness of his locks. you practically have the ability to turn his brain off just by touching him.
lover-boy!sai who was shocked when you showed real interest in coding, asking him to teach you?! of course he would show you, but he kept stuttering and stammering over every word. he was always good at teaching, but you just made him so nervous it was hard to get a single word out. he would still fight through it anyway, not missing the opportunity to show someone the joys of coding.
lover-boy!sai who would let you use his computer to learn, walking you through every step, he started you out with python. in his opinion, it was the easiest to start with. he'd spend hours, days even, to teach you everything he could.
lover-boy!sai who started to no longer be able to handle the demands of his family, his future seemed bleak working for the nanami conglomerate for the rest of his life... the only thing that stopped him was leaving was seeing your smile, he thought that could get him through it all.
lover-boy!sai whose stomach started to turn whenever you spent time with ryusui in his home. your smile was always so bright, you were always so excited to play games with him, to spend time with him. maybe his fears were right, maybe you liked him, not sai.
lover-boy!sai who decided he couldn't bear it anymore. the workload, the overbearing family, the fear that you liked his brother and not him, and decided to make a break for it to india.
lover-boy!sai who would be too nervous, too ashamed to tell you that he was going, that he was leaving you. you two had known each other since childhood, and now he was just up and leaving? he figured you would never understand.
lover-boy!sai who didn't want to just vanish without anything for you, so he grabbed your favorite flowers, the ones you would always doodle in your notes at school, the ones you would always stop to smell every time you saw them, taking pictures every time you came across them. you never said your favorite flowers out loud, but he noticed.
lover-boy!sai who ran through the entire house looking for the perfect way to display these flowers, stealing a vase from one of the many rooms in this god-forsaken house and placing the flowers into it. your favorite flowers, and the vase was your favorite color. it would never be enough for you to forgive him, but he hoped this would at least somewhat soften the blow.
lover-boy!sai who displayed them on his desk, looking back one last time before escaping out of his window in the night. you had come by the next day, you had gotten to the point where you just walked in and out of the house as you pleased. you saw ryusui first, who said something about not seeing sai that day and really wanting to play a round of chess with him. you knew sai would never comply on his own, so you walked to his room with ryusui to try and convince him to play with his brother.
lover-boy!sai who tried to not imagine what your face looked like as you entered the room, seeing he wasn't there and seeing the flowers on the desk, and the open window... it was enough for you to break down and start crying right there. you walked towards the flowers on the desk, trying to see if he left a note anywhere. as you did that, ryusui ran down the hall to alert his father that sai was missing.
lover-boy!sai who was the first person you longed to see once you were revived from the stone. you had been revived by ryusui for your skills that he thought you could apply to the kingdom of science. you enjoyed this new world, but you longed to see sai... you didn't think you'd ever see him again.
lover-boy!sai whose name made your eyes wide and your heart raced as ryusui suggesting to revive him. you had no idea ryusui knew where he was, but you immediately hopped on board with him and convinced everyone he would be a worthy comrade to revive.
lover-boy!sai whose presence nearly made you cry as you saw his stone form, the first time you had seen him in 3,700 years and then some. you walked towards his stone form, tears forming in your eyes. ryusui let you do the honors of reviving him.
lover-boy!sai whose eyes burst open as the stone cracked away from his face, his lungs gasping for hair. his eyes adjusting to the light, and practically sparkling when he saw you standing before him.
lover-boy!sai who quickly ruined the moment by screaming and running away from his brother in a panic, but you quickly ran towards him to comfort him and reassure him that everything was alright.
lover-boy!sai who could barely look you in the eye as he explained why he did what he did, running away from home to come to india and be a professor, unable to handle the pressure that his family was giving him. he thought you would be mad at him, that you would never forgive him-
lover-boy!sai who was taken aback by you embracing him in a tight hug, tears threatening to escape from your eyes. "i thought i'd never see you again! i'm so glad you're alright!" you exclaimed, the sudden physical contact scaring sai. but... you weren't mad at him, you just missed him. he slowly hugged back, relief flooding his system.
lover-boy!sai who stayed by your side constantly, as he was introduced to these people who called themself the "kingdom of science". he constantly brushed off you and ryusui telling the others about his amazing skills, trying to assure everyone it was just simple mental math.
lover-boy!sai whose feelings didn't subside, even after 3,700 years. every time you get too close, his face flushes and his heart pounds. every time you play with his curly hair still makes his mind short-circuit.
lover-boy!sai who swears his mind actually broke and short-circuited when you confessed your feelings to him. you were just so impatient, waiting for him for thousands of years. and you thought you would never see him again, seeing him again felt like a sign to... tell him how you really felt.
lover-boy!sai who is shocked that ryusui isn't the one you liked? he truly thought that was the case this whole time. you shake your head and scoff- ryusui is practically your younger brother too!! ridiculous, sai.
lover-boy!sai who is getting used to this whole "relationship" thing. he's never had a girlfriend before you, it'll take him a minute to adjust... how does one be a boyfriend?
lover-boy!sai who is actually the one to initiate your first kiss!! i know, shocking! when the news came that senku had made sai a computer... he was so overcome with happiness that he just grabbed your face and pressed your lips together.
lover-boy!sai who immediately melts into a puddle of apologies, his face bright red. he's not sure what overcame him; he was just so excited, he's so sorry-
lover-boy!sai who gets cut off by you kissing him again, assuring him that you did, in fact, like it.
lover-boy!sai who regrets every moment he didn't spend with you, wishing he had been brave enough to call you his sooner.
